#troll pooping

[trollsarecute]

Uggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

When your trying to hid your darker side but people know about it but you still don't give no shit about their opinion.

[snekdood]

idk but personally imma give bessy the working cow a great life and recognize her beingness while also not taking for granted or undermining her utility.

[tgcg]

TG: god motherfucking daaaaaaaaaaaamn

CG: YOU KNOW DAVE, I THINK IT'D BE PRETTY FAIR FOR A TROLL TO BE KIND OF IMPRESSED BY THIS. I MEAN, DISREGARDING THE FACT THAT OURS WERE SEVERAL HUNDRED TIMES LARGER, THEY WERE STILL A RARE FORM OF LUSUS, I GUESS. I DEFINITELY NEVER SAW ONE.

CG: BUT WHY ARE YOU SO FUCKING ENRAPTURED?

TG: damn she got the slime trail and everything

TG: this lady got shit to do

TG: you think thats got her poops in it or something do snails poop

CG: DAVE? ALSO OF COURSE THEY POOP. EVERYTHING POOPS.

TG: everything poops

CG: BUT WHAT YOU'RE SAYING WOULD MEAN THEY'RE POOPING AT ALL TIMES, AND I DON'T THINK ANYONE BUT YOU COULD SPEW SHIT THAT LONG.

TG: haha

CG: DAVE, DID YOU HEAR ME?

TG: oh i mean yeah these were pretty dime a dozen on earth i guess but TG: i mean TG: you know where i lived and who i lived with TG: nary a visit to the damn park not that id see one anyways TG: i never got a piece of wetted bugs action

CG: THAT ISN'T A BUG. I THINK IT'S CALLED A "MOLLUSC" OR SOMETHING? THEY'RE TOTALLY DIFFERENT THINGS.

TG: its a grade A slimer is what it is haha

[crimsonender]

Hello everyone. I'm reposting this across a few of my socials.

Stop interacting with Lily Orchard.

It doesn't do you any good. It doesn't serve to deplatform her. As of now I disavow any direct confrontations, aka "Touching the Poop."

What is touching the poop and what isn't?

1. Archiving? NO.

2. Talking about her in private or in public about publically known information? NO.

3. Giving her victims a space to speak about their experiences and grievances and warn others of her actions? NO.

4. Reblogging and/or sending her messages for the purposes of criticizing her, annoying or degrading her? YES.

I'll be the first to admit I have had several direct interactions with Lily in the past. This includes reblogging her, sending her anons, commenting on her channel, and sending chats on her live streams. However, this has gone too far and I'm personally questioning my own actions. It's okay if you did it before and honestly I can't stop you if you want to do it again. But trolling Lily and then showing Tumblr and private discords her response to laugh at her is bad form I think. We don't need to add fuel to the fire. Lily is already self destructing.

Ways that we can help her victims and her audience as they become disillusioned with her is give them a way out. Provide well researched, well spoken, fair criticism of Lily's content. Give them space to talk about their experiences. Forgive them and accept them and help them feel like they're not alone after leaving a community that very well may have been a big part of their lives. It's difficult enough on its own let's not make it any harder for them.

At the end of the day I can't tell anyone what to do. I'm just some guy on the internet with odd opinions and interests. But I hope you take this into consideration. Thank you for reading!

[bramblejammer]

Forgive me for my lack of Trolls-lore, but I am just taking and running with the idea that all trolls poop cupcakes. At least, all those on a Pop Troll diet of like… all sugar and more.

So… Grandma was away playing 'I Don’t Never Lose Poker' or 'Musical Bingo' one day, and the boys were all sort of wrapped up in their own things, as any troll can get from time to time. So when Bitty B says he needs a change, each brother passes the responsibility down the chain and back up and down again until Branch just gives up and decides to patiently wait outside.

Now, if baby troll cupcakes aren’t removed from said troll babe promptly and, uh… disposed of quickly, they don’t fester, but get sweeter. The smell, flavour, etc. This is dangerous, as it attracts Troll Predators who are drawn to the sweet smell and liken it to SUPPERTIME. Sweet = Troll Meat.

So… Brozone learned a lesson.

...Well, MAYBE they did.

[simplydannie]

Written for and inspired by @grinnworld. Inspiration from their post here!

Set in an entire different AU, ever since the passing of their parents, Floyd has been raising the twins for the last three years. Now thirteen, Floyd is experiencing a lot changes… especially with Velvet.

It had been three years since the day…since the day their parents died.

Floyd was trusted to care for them, despite his tiny size, their parents trusted him because of how loving he was towards the twins…he really did care for them. Now they were thirteen, and life really didn’t prepare him to raise any thirteen year olds…GIANT thirteen year olds for that matter.

Veneer was much calmer than his sister. He didn’t demand much, except for the occasional attention. Velvet on the other hand was more of a handful, especially these past couple of weeks. Her mood was haywire, Floyd felt like he was walking on eggshells half the time around her.

“Alright, something simple for dinner, burger and fries?” Floyd had said one day.

“Okay!” Veneer exclaimed bouncing happily.

“….UGH…” Was all that came out of the girls mouth.

“What? Don’t want burger and fries?”

“….No…” Velvet exclaimed.

“…Um, okay…Oh! Mac’n’Cheese!”

“Yummy!” Veneer said again.

Velvet rolled her eyes, “No.”

“..Pizza?”

“Oh double pepperoni!” The boy yipped happily.

“No! No! No! I don’t want anything! Stop pressuring me!” Velvet then stormed off and closed herself in the room. Veneer looked at Floyd with a confused expression and a rumbling tummy.

“….Sooooo what are we having?”

“Guys come on school!” Floyd walked down the hall calling out for the twins to hurry. He peeked in Veneer’s room, “Ven seriously?”

The boy was face down on his bed, mouth wide open and snoring, his alarm ringing and ringing next to him, “Five more minutes.” He pouted.

Using his hair, Floyd whipped open the blinds allowing for the bright morning sunglight to shine through. Veneer grunted and whined covering his face with a pillow, “Nooo, it burns!”

“Come on. Let’s get up sleepy head.” The small Troll then made his way over to Velvet’s room. Her bed was empty…but he could hear grunts and angered tones coming from her closet, “Vels?”

She barged out of her closet, tears running down her face. The young Rageon began throwing her clothes on the floor, ripping them from her closet, tossing them in mounds next to her bed.

“I HATE EVERYTHING! EVERYTHING! EVERYTHING LOOKS LIKE POOP! I WANT NEW CLOTHES! NOTHING LOOKS GOOD ON ME!” She sat down hugging her knees crying and crying. Floyd wasn’t sure what to do, he wasn’t sure how to approach it. Quietly and slowly he neared Velvet.

“It’s okay Vels. How about that dress you like?” He suggested.

“I already wore that!!!”

“Okay, okay. Take a moment and think what your favorite color is today, rememer that always helps you pic an outfit?”

Velvet was silent as she contiplated what he had told her….She calmed down as she dug through her pile of clothes, going back into the closet to change. She then came out an pink overall dress with a white sleeved under shirt underneath.

“There! See. Now lets go down for…..”

“I HATE IT!!!” She ran back into the closet crying.

The twins nearly missed the bus after Velvet had her little break down. At breakfast she couldn’t decide what she wanted, while Veneer happily munched away on his favorite cereal…As the twins were at school Floyd laid facing up towards the ceiling. He didn’t know what was wrong with her, why she was such on a rampage. Maye it was a phase? She was thirteen now. Maybe it was a mourning thing she was going through? She did love her parents.

“Rageons are definitely different than Trolls…” He murmured to himself. He heard the bus pull up front. Floyd peeked through the window to see the twins getting off….He already saw Velvet wasn’t having it, she must have had a really bad day. She flung her backpack to the ground and stomped her way towards the front door. Veneer was left trying to collect her things as he wobbled after her. The front door opened and slammed shut again as she came through. Velvet stomped her way up the stairs and straight into the bathroom.

“Oh boy…” Floyd heard a soft knock coming from the front door.

“Um….can someone please open the door for me?” Veneer’s soft voice came from the other side.

Floyd approached the bathroom in which Velvet closed herself behind. There wasn’t crying, but he could hear her heaving breathing as her anger slowly began to diminish. Veneer was behind him watching carefully…As the weeks went by he began to worry what was going on. Velvet didn’t want to hang out as much or do anything with him really…he began to feel lonely. Floyd slowly tapped on the door.

“Vels?”

“…..What..” Her tone was stern and serious; she did not want to be bothered.

“Was everything okay at school?” He asked.

“…….No…….”

“What happened sweetie?….Are you two getting bullied again? Tell me who it is! I’ll go straight down there and- “

“No Floyd!”

“Then what Vels? What’s going on? These past week has been different. We’re worried about you….You know can talk to me about anything…Tell me anything…I’m here for you…both of you.”

“You can’t help with this one Floyd.”

“….I can try…”

“No!”

“Please…”

“NO!!”

Floyd sighed, “Okay Vels….” He began to walk away….

“….You wouldn’t understand…” Her voice came out again.

“What Vels? Understand what? I can if you helped me.” Floyd responded.

“It’s…..It’s a girl thing….It happened at school. My teacher and nurce talked to me about it.”

“…Girl thing?” Floyd lingered and thought; what could she possibly mean, what girl thing? He tried thinking, “Vel’s please help me understand.”

“Its something….that happens every month….”

“…Every month?…..….oh….oooooooh……..OH!” It finally hit Floyd. His exclamation caused Veneer to jump where he was.

“What happened? Is she going to be okay? Does she need to go to the doctor?” He began to asked. Floyd paced up and down in a panic.

“She’s fine. She’s fine. We uh, we need to go to the store. NOW! We need to get a few things…Okay, okay. Vel’s hang tight! Me and your brother will be right back!!” He called out pulling Veneer by his pant leg.

“What? Floyd why are you freaking out? What happened? Oh my god, is she going to die!” Veneer panicked.

“No. But if we don’t hurry then she’ll definietly kill us! Let’s go Ven! Let’s go now!!”

[vacayisland]

OHHH EM GEE!! I just saw your new post about you posting romantically about Poppy and Viva!! I wanted to ask if you could possible do a Poppy request and poppy and the reader are dating! Also could the reader be fem?

i was wondering if Poppy could just be clinging on the reader or just a scrapbooking date or just somewhere where they spend time together!

I love your writing so much and i get super dupes excited when you post new things I literally scream because your writing is literally so gorge and there’s not a lot of trolls x reader content! I just wanted to let you know that I just love your writing sm :)

@!; Scrapbooking my heart Poppy / Reader

"Summary"! Spoiled party plans lead to one of the best date-afternoons for the both of you. "Tags"! Fluff!! Also no gender is mentioned for the reader! <3 So read it as fem or masc or however you'll like.

@storydays @chamille-trash @valvalentine69

@!; It all started one bleak afternoon, when the clouds covered the sun from its gleeful parade; shining down upon Troll village no longer as a dreary atmosphere had taken upon the land. And many were being persuaded by the moody weather, becoming down casted in rainy chances and the shady afternoon that was meant to be bright. Not many would like to admit that they would let their mood to be so easily swayed, that their temper could be based on the peaking sun or the threatened clouds that stole away their sunshine. Not even Queen Poppy would like to admit this fact, despite the small frown that itched onto her lips the moment the sun clouded over their field. It eerily shrouded the plans for the party they were planning in a murky and unwelcoming way. Many commented about the shuddering tension; commenting how they thought it was going to be sunny that day, that there hadn’t been a cloud in the sky earlier. Many took a moment for themselves, glancing around at their fellow trolls, before they decided it would be a good stay-in-afternoon. “Hey, hey!” But Poppy wanted, no more like needed, to get these plans done! And she couldn’t do that without her friends, “Guys come on, it’s only a little cloudy. I’m sure it’ll clear right up!” Yet her words were soon followed by a frightening shock of thunder in the background, causing her to shrink a little into herself. But she tried to keep a bright smile on and tried to bounce back; if not for herself then for her friends, who probably needed some distraction after such well-timed (or maybe awfully timed) thunder. “Psh!” Poppy dramatically tried to wave off the fear, and the sinking feeling in her stomach. “I’m sure that was just a coincidence, you’ll see! That storm will pass in no time.”

The storm didn’t pass. In fact, Poppy wasn’t sure when she had seen so much rain! Now huddled in her pod, Poppy watched the rain with a nervous tick, thoughts flooded her mind as she questioned whether or not the party will need to be pushed back. It’s not like she hasn’t pushed back a party before- no wait, that’s exactly what this was! Poppy has never had to push back a party before and she’ll be damned if she would have to push back a party this time. And due to rain, of all things!

Rain, which has never stopped a Pop Trolls party before! Mostly because it never really rained in Pop village, due to their location and what not. They rarely got rain, or any sort of storm for that matter. Sure, they were surrounded by a forest, but that, in of itself, never posed that much of a threat: well, unless you didn’t count the bergen attack back before Poppy became a Queen, or all the dangerous creatures that lived inside the village, or Cloud Guy. But, never have those outside forces from the forest ever disrupted a Pop village party! And Poppy will make sure that this party was not to be pooped by some rain! “Yeah, you hear that rain! You won’t poop on this party.” Poppy shouted, pointing a finger to the weather outside; though it didn’t give much of a reaction and continued its own way. Poppy paused, staring at the raindrops before laughing nervously. “And I’m talking to rain… oh I’m talking to rain.” “If it makes you feel better… you were really convincing when you told off the rain.” A snickering voice sounded from behind Poppy, causing her to jump and yell. She didn’t remember inviting anyone over. Yet, when she whipped around, her guard was dropped instantly upon seeing you. While Poppy didn’t invite you over, you tended to just show up in her pod when she needed you the most. Likewise, she always tended to show up in your pop when you needed her. Branch always called it some sort of sixth sense you two had, and you could never tell if he said it sarcastically or literally due to his horrible choice in tone. But, either way, it was kind of true. You dropped the cupcakes you had brought onto Poppy’s table, walking over to her with a curious yet confused look, “So… why are we screaming at the rain?” “Ha! You know…?” Poppy’s lips etched with a nervous smile, fiddling with her fingers as she glanced outside the window. She didn’t mean for anyone to hear her yell at the rain. “It’s pooping your party, huh?” Poppy nodded at your correct guess, her grin only growing as she knew you would understand her outlandish outbreak. You stood there, staring out at the rain for a solid moment. Poppy glanced over at you, cocking up a curious eyebrow, as she tried to guess what you were thinking about… or maybe, what you were about to do. Whatever she was thinking, it wasn’t you joining in her silliness! “Hey rain, stop pooping my girlfriend’s party! She worked really hard on it and you are only ruining it for everyone!”

“Yeah! Go away and come again another day!” Poppy joined you with a bounce in her step, grinning from ear to ear with playfully frowned eyebrows. You both were already on the brink of laughter, but tried to keep yourselves composed. “Yeah! Haven’t you heard the rhyme? Rain, rain, go away, come again another day!” You stuck your hands outside Poppy’s window and tried to shoo the rain away. Though your hand waving only spread the rain that drenched them to flicks elsewhere. And despite your shared attempts, the rain didn’t seem to be budging or going away to come again another day. You and Poppy watched the rain for a moment, seeming convinced that your attempts would drive away the rain. Or, maybe you both knew you were being silly! Well, Poppy knew that more than you as she burst out into laughter after you muttered, almost too sincere, “Huh… I actually thought that would work.”

@!; After your failed attempts at trying to shoo away the rain didn’t work, and Poppy had calmed down from her hysterical laughter, you both found yourselves sitting on the floor of her pod. You had brought over the cupcakes from her table, having them safely between your legs, while Poppy scrounged around for her scrapbooking materials. She had decided if she couldn’t physically plan the party outside, due to the rain, she would just plan it inside with a scrap book! And talk to you all about her plans as you were here and ready to listen. “So! Tomorrow’s party is going to be so huge. Like, almost bergen-catching level huge.” Poppy snickered as she grabbed her basket of materials and books and scraps, walking over to where you sat on the floor. She joined you, plopping down right beside you, and began to unpack her basket at once with a feverous delight. And while you were half-way through a cupcake, you still answered your girlfriend, “Oh, bergen-catching level huge, huh?” “Yes!” Poppy exclaimed instantly, not wasting a beat. “It’s to celebrate our second week of knowing there’s more Trolls out there than just us! So I was thinking that we could try and have Trolls from different villages come and join us and allow them to play their music so everyone can be in harmony again like they were two weeks ago. It’ll unite everyone just like how everything had been and it’ll be amazing and spectacular and- and even Branch will come!” You couldn’t help but smile as Poppy tried to contain her excitement, yet she was basically bouncing off the walls; Figuratively, not literally. As she rushed out her thoughts to you, laying out her plans in great detail, she scrapbook her whole plan. It was oddly fascinating and calming to watch Poppy scrapbook, especially when you could eat multiple cupcakes while doing so. She just always put her whole heart into the activity, she always put her whole heart into everything, and it made it all so enjoyable. Even if her plans were a little unrealistic, you decided to let her enjoy her little fantasy plans for now; Maybe you’ll break it to her later, get her to see that it would be a little more difficult than she’s thinking, but if she truly believed in it she should fight for it. Or, maybe, Branch will break it to her first and you might have to throw hands with the gray, bunker-dewling hobbit. Even if he’s right. Hours flew by light minutes. You were on your fifth cupcake, this one being double chocolate. Poppy was cutting out the little details on her scrapbook design. You both sat there in a lovely silence that was being filled with music from Poppy’s record player, old vinyls you had found and decided to pop onto play with Poppy’s agreement. And you were sure you couldn’t hear the rain sputtering against the windows anymore, yet you didn’t want to tell Poppy just yet. Knowing her, she would rush off, dragging you with her, to go plan the party outside her scrapbook. Yet, you wanted to be a little selfish and keep her with you for a little longer. A little longer with Poppy leaning against you. A little longer of the record player singing out the vinyl tunes. A little while longer of peace. A little while longer of here and now.

.ᐟ this work is published and owned by @vacayisland. please do not plagiarize, copy, or steal this work; like, reblogs, and saves are appreciated :D

[smallpwbbles]

Dare I ask what “scat” is in terms of kofi…..

Like someone dm me on Kofi under the pretence of wanting a commission and I missed the signs they were a troll and sent me an explicit image of poop which I’m sure certain people find attractive

[milf--adjacent]

What if we totally trolled the wastewater management people in 2025 by just not pooping at all on January 1?

[zivazivc]

When scratching an itchy spot behind the ears, does Flea do it the way a cat or dog does? 🤭

Not to poop on anyone's fun, you can headcanon what you want, but I'm not a fan of comparing funk trolls to pets/animals/furries. to me they are equally "human" (if i can use this word) as the other genres, they just look the most different and, well.. funky. And I don't like comparing the other trolls to those animals or furries either, it's like a pet peeve of mine or something...

[the-vegetarian-artist]

Asking you about your ska troll concept! They look so cool and I would love to learn more about them

@shadow-ray4 thank you for asking, genuinely was positive that no one would ask 😅😣 but I am HAPPY to share! To start here are the full refs I've done so far and explain as much of the concept as I've developed in my brain lmaooo (ALL MAJOR DEETS undercut cause its gonna be LONG)

@goldendaydna also helped with this and lowkey a concept we are semi working out since her sona Golden Tempo is an Urbano Troll (a recently named concept lol)

Ska Trolls are Big, Bright, and BOLD. Together, these elements create an energetic, highly danceable, highly vibe-able troll genre. They also explode into confetti and confections when excited or surprised. Dont worry they pop back up as if nothing even happened leaving a pile of candy and crepe paper on the ground. (Ska trolls are super popular with the kids.) They practically live for the music, known for dancing for several days straight with hardly a rhyme or reason to stop.

*Like even the smallest of surprises just make em POP! (Bonus Branch doodle cause why not??)

Adara, my sona, is a 4th Generation Ska Troll (her father being a 3rd Gen while her mama is a punk rock troll) so TECHNICALLY shes Ska-punk, but she still has the appearance of your standard Ska Troll so it's more a music specific.

Her great great grandparents being a reggae leaning funk troll and a rocksteady leaning funk troll who formed The Underground after being seemingly left behind along with other alt/subgenres of the main 6 kingdoms when they split. A place for alternative trolls like herself and her friends could live and PARTY HARD without micro judgments against their music. It's a haven for other trolls who feel they dont quite fit a specific genre or even one at all, but also HELLA secluded from the rest of the Trolls so they look different and SOUND different. (Cave acoustics and all) The surface likely gets trimmers and even earthquakes from their raging parties. (I'm still fleshing this out but I have this piece of "concept art")

*Its literally a bioluminescent shroom town. Like glowing mushroom homes, food, ect- glow worms on the cave ceiling like stars in a night sky. All the various alternative genre of trolls have like a glowy eye thing that allows them to just see naturally in the dark too-

*these were some posters I took heavy color influence from for Adara's pallet (I know they arent all ska, but punk, reggae, and rocksteady aesthetics were an addition)

Obviously I took most inspo from pinatas, party/confetti poppers, and the sorts mainly because the funk trolls poop...well. baked goods and I wanted to play off that but lean into the crazy evolution the trolls have canonically in the universe that foam at the mouth for 👀 🤲 But I wanted to make sure her colors and patterns gave off not just Funk influence, but also micro subculture influences that are within The Underground. (This including but not not limited to, how closely Ska Trolls were to the Urbano Trolls communities within The Underground)

*Exchanged tassels and stringy fur textures for more paper textures. Like literally walking, talking, breathing pinatas fr

*Queen Essence I love yuuuu

They are bigger than the average Funk troll and have very similar features to them, but texture and color wise are very different. They much more vibrant and staturated. Giving a mix of felt and crepe paper. They have tails as sortve as an evolutionary trait but also it gives maximum party mode as it can hold objects and act as an extra hand. Their ears are also longer and slimmer, making it harder for them to lift or perk up so they stay droopy unlike their funk counterparts. They are all naturals at brass instruments (mainly trumpet) and ALWAYS have a hop in their step.

*edit if the pics keep messing up... imma have to just remake the post 😭

[kittyball23]

coming to you as a fanfic fellow writer and sorry that this is so straight forward, but i'm having trouble writing intimate scenes with broppy bc every time i try i remember that trolls like guy diamond literally walk around naked and there's nothing there. so i can't help but think the same for branch n poppy T_T have you struggled with this?? how do you go about writing scenes like this with these characters??

Hi! I’d be glad to help as best as I can :)

I can see where the trouble comes in as far as what you are describing. I think that the good thing about the Trolls franchise is that it seems to be a little more flexible as far as rules go. Babies can goo-goo ga-ga and have cute, high-pitched adorable voices like baby Poppy and baby Branch, or they can be deep and sassy like Tiny Diamond. Trolls can reproduce with other entirely different creatures, as seen with Bruce and Brandy. Bergens can eat happiness, and doll-things can suck up literal musical talent by scent. Living creatures can open up and let you drive/live in them, like Rhonda. Trolls can poop out (presumably edible) cupcakes.

I think the first step to writing Broppy intimacy is accepting that literally almost anything appears possible in the Trolls universe! So, even if glitter Trolls strut their stuff au natural, I think that it is very much possible that the regular Pop trolls could have the parts, if you catch my drift 😏

From there, I think it becomes a bit easier. Personally, I don’t dive into the nitty gritty details of the act, but I do like to focus more on the emotional aspect of it, how each of them are feeling about each other via sensory description (seeing the expressions on their faces, hearing their moans/sighs, how their soft/rough their touch feels, kiss taste – I usually default to strawberry for Poppy – and scent – I default to flowery for Poppy, and natueresque for Branch)

Anyhow, I hope this was useful! ✨

[davekat-sucks]

Will somebody in the fandom or the official team, actually make an accurate art depiction of trolls celebrating 12th Perigee's Eve? Like either the lusus or trolls decorating a giant pile of monster shit? Would Rose and Dave join their lovers in the celebration without hazmat suits and gas masks? It would be culturally insensitive for them if they did so. Does the Troll Kingdom have their own giant pile of poop in the center of their home like how there would be a giant Christmas tree in New York? Or do they replace the monster feces with something else like asbestos or elephant leavings?

[bruhstation]

can't quite tell when casa tidmouth is set but given how much work has to be done online these days, who do you think would be tech literate v tech phobic? I can see thomas trolling on twitter and james endlessly posting on insta while gordon can barely open his emails and gets furious when anyone brings this up (edward has no idea either but he's willing to ask and learn. and he loves cat memes.)

casa tidmouth is set in the summer of 1999! though their fashion sense and architecture are more leaning to the 60s and 70s due to gold dust shenanigans. there are computers ofc so the cast use the internet

the younger ones are the most tech literate, like thomas and percy. if modern websites were around during the 90s thomas would be trolling people on twitter. he loves seeing people seethe. especially gordon. his opponent would give him well thought out replies and thomas would just reply with a stupid reaction image or “not reading all of that”. he tried doing the same on a subreddit only to get jumped there

percy likes browsing youtube! and blogging about his life on various social medias! he posts pictures of the railway and his friends from time to time. “been getting into yoghurt lately” “does anyone remember that show about talking tugboats” percy doesn’t have a large following but his internet circle likes him because he’s nice and positive. also he and thomas love spongebob youtube poops so so much it pisses gordon off

james would post instagram selfies. correct. he uses way too many tags like #railway #girl #boy #nonbinary #hottie #selflove #selfie etc etc but he gets 10 likes at max on. he has to deal with thomas_a.billington commenting “idc” under his posts almost every week

the older bunch of the cast don’t really use the internet that much. especially edward since he’s got books for the things he need help with. he doesn’t know how account verifications work so he gave up on social media. he’s very online on goodreads and online bookstores though. edward likes history videos. asmr too. the ones titled Gentle Rain - Rain Sounds For Sleeping, Concentration, Healing - 99% Works [10 Hours]. toby’s the same except he’s more casual

henry and gordon would struggle with opening and replying tonemails (edward too but he’s patient and doesn’t even use the internet that much). the latter especially to the point it pisses him off. “we should use letters like normal people” gordon says. he also doesn’t touch social media because “it’s beneath me” but we all know he struggles with it and is most likely to get baited into entering heated debates so he had to restrain himself. he does like cat videos. they’re cute. cooking channels too. he’s a bit embarassed about it though

henry founds himself stopping by forums like yahoo answers or quora every once in a while and even got into arguments with housewives about taking care of plants. gordon gets dragged into the mischief and encourages henry to fight back. show them who’s the boss in petunias and roses and dahlias. “do NOT lose. this is a matter of pride and dignity” the forum then got locked after 500 replies and henry gave gordon the silent treatment for 24 hours after he gained post internet argument clarity

tldr this is thomas’ relationship with his coworkers online

[thejakeformerlyknownasprince]

I love A-Town so fucking much it's the best idea ever

The last post got me curious, how much did marco and the others let slip about all the wacky scifi stuff that happened to them? Seeing randos online speculate about something weird marco said would be hilarious

See, I feel like Marco would be the kind of person who both can't resist telling a good story, and can't resist an opportunity to troll. So interviews with him would probably be 80% "tells a true story but in such a way it sounds fake", and 20% "ask a rude question, get a nonsensical answer." A lot of:

Interviewer: Are there any animals you regret not morphing?

Marco: Brontosaurus.

Interviewer: ... Bronto. Saurus.

Marco: It was right there! We could've walked up and petted it, I don't care if it was a baby, it was still really cool, but noooo, the tyrannosaur had to come along and eat it.

Interviewer: Are you... implying that you were in the same place at the same time as a brontosaurus? How?

Marco: The U.S. should really be more careful about how it stores its nuclear weapons. If you think about it, an accident like this was bound to happen.

Interviewer: I'm sorry, what?

Marco: See, we're in the ocean — this was after the time with the talking whale, but before that time we found Atlantis — 

Interviewer: Okay, okay! Let's talk [looks at cue cards] diet and exercise! Lots of skintight clothes on your team, huh?

Marco: Fourteen-egg omelette, every morning. Side of steak. Same for lunch, same for dinner.

Interviewer: Well, uh, you look great?

Marco: I haven't pooped in six months. Pooping is for the weak.

Anyway, you're probably also right that they'd be subject to internet speculation about their lives, but that's way too depressing to contemplate so I prefer not to.