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[rhys-ravenfeather]

Off now.

Putting aside my slight guilt over last night, today was pretty good!

I had volunteer duty at church, and, while there WERE a couple criers, things actually went okay!

After that, I pretty much spent the rest of the day relaxing, though I did my chores, went on a nice, long walk, and ordered a club sandwich for dinner I have a credit card payment scheduled for next week, so I don't feel too guilty about the fact, heh heh.

Welp, I head back to work tomorrow, so I'll see you guys when I see you.

[vacayisland]

I have the largest hyper fixation on Floyd right now. Funny little troll being way too cute for it to be legal.

do you think you could write a story where a male / Non-binary reader that's like, a large person thing, (You can make them part animal if possible, I like the idea of Floyd hiding in the readers fur for comfort.) is reunited with Floyd after he was stick in the diamond perfume bottle for 2 months. And they just give Floyd a bunch of comfort cuddles and other stuff.

Take all the time you need to rest and drink water, if you can't do my request, that's perfectly fine. I hope you have an amazing day / night!

-A non-binary bee 🐝

@!; Floyd with a part-animal Reader! Floyd / Half-animal! Half-Troll! Reader

"Summary"! Couldn't tell if you meant big like tall or big like cubby... so why not both? :D Anyways, there are more headcanon style with little stories in it. Dunno when I'll post this (I have like 5 other stories backed up b/c my mind can't decide what to write); But I hope you like it Bee! Tags! Floyd literally being everything, no pronouns mentioned so feel free to use your own, hurt-comfort, NOT PROOF READ... also wrote in one sitting... in one day. AND TUMBLR KEPT GLITCHING ON ME AND THE PITCTURE BORDER ISN'T WORKING ON DESKTOP-. anyways please enjoy <3

@!; Floyd has known you since his band days, which was a shock to his brothers when they finally met you. Not only are you taller than an average troll (a foot or so) yet you're also different; and mostly in a good way, but take what you will about the fact that Branch noticed your differences first. When Floyd first met you, it was 2 months into his boyband career with Brozone. He went out on a walk to clear his head before a big show, anxious feels were never good to go on stage with and his brothers didn't help much. Mostly John Dory, who kept speaking about his "perfect" plan to the show. Just thinking about messing up anything made Floyd more nervous than preforming, he really didn't want to let his brothers down; as he's seen them preform before he was able to join on the scene. So while JD ranted, Spruce worked out, and Clay was fitting into his costume, Floyd went out on a needed walk. That's when he found you;

You were stood up top a mountain cliff near the Pop troll village, looking down with your majestic eyes and ears relaxed down by your side. Floyd stood by the village though hid in the shade of the plants nearby to watch. He didn't want to scare you off, especially since he's never seen anything quite like you. You seemed memorized by the lights of the Pop troll village, if not maybe a little intoxicated by them; like a moth to the flame. Floyd was memorized by your shiny coat, which he could barely see against the night sky and the bright colors of the village. You didn't seem to notice him at all as you laid down at that cliff, crossing your paws and laying your muzzle down on them. Floyd wasn't sure why but watching you watching the lights of the village calmed his nerves. Even though it was still a little nerve racking thinking that an animal so big knows were the village was; an animal who could possibly eat Trolls. Yet, that thought was quickly wavering out of his mind the more passive you seemed. @!; Floyd almost missed the show that night, Spruce had to go find him before JD blew a fuse. He was questioned like hell the few seconds before the show and then afterwards, yet he couldn't exactly tell his brothers that he saw an animal watching the village and that's what he was doing. They would be both over worried and a little relentless in scolding him for getting so close to something that could eat trolls. His absence of an answer, and his general dodging of the brothers questions (when that was so not like Floyd) led them all to assume that Floyd met a Troll that had caught his eye. Floyd tried to protest against this, yet was a little flustered at the fact that all his brothers seemed to jump on that conclusion train so quickly. So, that only solidified his brother's theories more and thus began the hunt. All his brothers kept an extra eye on Floyd, trying to see who the lucky Troll had been who caught there ever so sensitive brother's eyes. Despite all their "sneaky" tracking and slight stalking, they came up with nothing. Floyd was determined to let them not know what, or maybe who, he actually saw that night. So he didn't see you again until his brothers gave up on their little hunt and let Floyd to his own devices. Especially after he almost messed up a show due to nerves from not being able to go out on a walk without his brother's bombardment; JD wasn't happy. 3 months after first seeing you, Floyd was able to catch a glimpse of you again. Before a show, he looked out the window (not needing to go out on a walk that night) and saw your figure again in the distance on the same hill. You were relaxed again, laying down and looking intently towards the Village. In some weird sense, Floyd had a funny thought that you were here to listen to the concert; seeing as he didn't see you on any other night than concert nights. Yet, he shook that thought out of his head really quick, not thinking that you could like Brozone music. Not that it was because you weren't a Troll, but because he thought it was too loud for your ears; he's read somewhere that animal ears tended to be more sensitive than Troll ears. But then why would you be so close to the Village? The thought stuck in Floyd's mind all throughout the performance and when he checked if you were still at the cliff after the show, you were gone. He couldn't tell if it was because of the noise or because the show had ended; but he felt a little disheartened.

@!; Floyd would play this one-sided game of eye-spy for months before he spotted a night when you weren't you. He had began to make it a habit to leave you a little plate of food (well little for you) before every Brozone performance. His personal thank you for watching the show despite your (maybe) sensitives ears. He was going to go place the plate of food at the top of the cliff when he stopped midway through his hike to see a Troll standing at the top of the cliff. At least, it looked like a Troll? Yet they seemed taller, even more so when Floyd slowly approached closer. Your hair also was more abundant than other Trolls, even for adults. He was cautious as he approached you, keeping the plate of food close to him as he tried to scope out who you were before he interacted. Yet before he could figure out who you were, you snapped your head around to stare into the dead of night . . . directly at him. Floyd froze, not sure if you could see him or not and not wanting to find out. Though it was light you weren't even a Troll for a second, taking in a sniff before your hair stood up for a moment; prickling like a cat's hair standing up when frightened. Slowly you approached him with heavy footsteps, your height slowly growing in the moonlight as your shadow was drawn out. For a moment Floyd thought he was as good as dead. He didn't know what to do! Frazzled, he quickly shoved out the plate of food he had indented for his friend and not this stranger about to commit (possible) cannibalism. And that's when he heard your footsteps come to a stop and a heavy huff from someone's nose hit the top of his head, causing him to cautiously open one eye. And he felt like fainting as soon as he did that. Though he couldn't help opening both eyes in complete terror seeing a Troll tower over him in an unnatural height. Your eyes pierced down at him, their glow in the moonlight somehow familiar yet Floyd could not piece it together at this moment of panic. "Please don't eat me!" Floyd blurted out, the only thing between him and you being a plate of food. Yet you didn't answer, at least not right away. Your silence was as terrifying as your glare and staggering height. "I promise you I don't taste good!-" The words fell out before Floyd had even realized he had said them, watching with terror as you leant down. He wasn't sure what you were doing, but he hoped it wasn't serving your next meal's horror before deciding whether or not you should eat him. Yet there was something in your eyes that softened, a small smile that seemed to creep onto your lips. And for once after meeting you in this form, Floyd felt like he wasn't going to get mauled. Which was a good thing, a really good thing... For him at least. "So you're the one who's been leaving me food!" Your voice was not at all how he imagined it, as it seemed to carry some sort of friendliness he's not even heard from some Trolls. It was also a bit rougher, your English oddly unperfected for a Troll for the age Floyd guessed you were. "I-.. uh, what?" Though what did you mean Floyd was leaving you food? Maybe you were confusing him for someone else, or maybe you were eating the food he intended for his friend. Either way he tried to clear the confusion, "I'm sorry no, I don't think so. I've been leaving food here for.." "Yes, for me." You interrupted Floyd before he could finish, giving him a rather big grin. Yet, no matter how friendly you seemed, your words caused him to become that more confuddled. Even more so when you held out your hands flat, as though you were expected Floyd to just hand you the plate ... really incorrectly. He thought for a brief moment that you may be related to the animal that perches itself at the cliffside, though he didn't think too long on that possibility; as would it even be possible?

Either way, to save some trouble for now, Floyd carefully handed you the plate of food; watching as you held it from the bottom flat in your hands and grinned brighter before rushing off to the side of the cliff. He wasn't sure if he should follow you or not. "Come, friend! We eat to show!" You gestured for Floyd to follow as you sat at the iconic cliff he's seen the animal so many times. And despite his hesitation, and his logicality telling him not to, he deiced to join the Troll. I mean, what could be the harm? Floyd almost missed his performance that day. JD wasn't happy yet, oddly enough, something inside Floyd made him rather indifferent. Not uncaring, because he always cared about his brothers feelings and letting down JD was last on his list; yet, he didn't care as much as he should have. And that caught him by suprise. He wondered if it had to do something with you...

@!; The day the band broke up, Floyd went to seek you first. You two had grown close after the countless nights you spent upon the cliff, chatting and eating. Floyd just couldn't stand being able to leave without giving you a proper goodbye, you have been his closest friend outside his family after all. He found you lower on the cliff this day, still stalking in your animal form. Your ears were completely pinned back, and he was sure you had saw what had happened during that performance; it was the biggest disaster storm ever. "Hey! H-" Floyd didn't even have to call you twice before you perked up, snapping your attention over to him. He grew sheepish seeing your sudden smile, and he could only guess you had been utterly worried about him since the performance. Though he didn't expect you to be so worried you would bound towards him on all fours, causing him to yelp and quickly brace for impact. Yet, you never hit, and Floyd heard as you skidded yourself to a stop right in front of him and plopped down on your bottom. Letting out an excited yelp before licking him once, then twice. Causing him to laugh and try to push your snout away, a silent signal for you to turn back into a Troll. Which you didn't seem to get the hint for instantly, as you licked him thrice before standing up and twirling in a circle. Laughing, Floyd covered his eyes and let you turn back, opening them only when he heard your voice again; "Floyd! What in the hell happened out there?! One minute you guys were doing fine and it seemed like-" Your voice was as lovely as ever, and Floyd instantly felt a pang in his heart knowing he wouldn't be able to hear it as often anymore. His face became rather gloomy at that sudden realization he hadn't thought of before now. Maybe visiting you wasn't- no, he can't think like that! You deserved the truth as much as Branch did. He can't simply walk off and keep you sitting here, watching and wondering where he had gone for years on end. That wasn't right. "(y/n)!" Floyd jolted at the suddenness of his voice, and how firm it sounded. He didn't mean for his words to come out so harsh, though your ranting didn't do much to help his heart... or the decision he knew he had to make. Oh and your eyes, the way they shone in the moonlight. Floyd could see how startled he had made you, as he's never used such a voice with you; yet it had done the job and hushed you up, even for now. "I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to scare you. I just-" Floyd's lip twitched as he thought for the easiest way to blow this to you. The easiest way to let you down after all the nights you had spent together. The easiest way for him to accept everything that was happening and everything he had to do and everything that needed to be done.. but oh poor Branch and poor you, neither of you deserved this- "Floyd.. it's okay." Floyd was brought back to his thoughts, snapped back with the feeling of your hands grabbing his and your voice echoing in his ears. He opened his seized eyes and glanced up at yours; you were leaning down again, and Floyd laughed through the tears he didn't realize were spilling down. "You're doing it again.." Floyd mumbled, his voice wobbly. Your hands raced to his cheeks, cupping them and undoubtably feeling the hot, wet tears streaming down as you began to clear them. Floyd dropped his hands to his sides, they felt all to heavy right now. "No you're doing it again." Your voice was uncharacteristically steady, none if it's usual fluctuating like a dog excited to see it's owner. "You're overthinking and... and thinking of everyone else before you think about yourself! Floyd, whatever you're going to say to me, whatever you're keeping in that mind of yourself, you're going to tell me now, okay? And you're going to tell me and you're not going to worry about how I feel and you're going to be firm on your decision... because you're strong and we're friends and I won't be mad with you no matter what you tell me."

@!; That night, Floyd knew, for sure, that he was in love with you. And that made telling you all that harder as his heart yelled at his brain to stay, but his brain knew that they couldn't go back on their choice. He had to leave, even if for a week or month or year. He knew he needed space from the Village and everyone inside.. but not you and Branch. Defiantly not you. And oh the broken look in your eyes got him, but the way you tried to smile through it and agree that the space is what he needed made him fall even more in love. You were so strong, you kept to your word... Maybe Floyd could stay one more night. And he did, he cuddled up with you for his last night in the Village; you both watched the stars, all cozied up in your hair. And god, has Floyd never felt a Troll's' hair so soft. He almost couldn't pull himself out from it in the morning when you were still clinging onto him, trapping him with both your body and your hair. He felt tempted to doze back to sleep, yet knew he had to leave now (while he still had the will power) then wait before you woke up. He knew if he saw your broken look again, that look in your eyes that you could never hide, he couldn't bring himself to leave. So when you woke up in the morning, you found yourself alone; completely alone in a middle of your blanket made of your hair. Floyd had left before you had woke up and you would find yourself sulking in that position for longer than you would have thought.

@!; You didn't see Floyd again, yet you heard from him up till a few years into his exploration of the unknown; journeying to find himself in the chaotic world beyond the village. You didn't leave from the outskirts of the Pop village, as that's were you had figured out you could thrive the most without interacting with other Trolls or animals. So when Floyd's letters began to run dry, you knew it wasn't because he didn't know where to send it. No that's never been a problem before, especially with the bugs that were used to deliver the messages so they never went through Troll post. You had first thought that he had forgotten to write a letter that day and he would send you one tomorrow. He didn't. You then figured he was just somewhere where he couldn't right or get a bug to deliver the letter. But after a month of sitting and waiting anxiously, you figured that couldn't be the reason either. Floyd never stayed in a place for this long, and the letter he had sent you last made it sound like he was going to a place where he could continue to send letters. Another option came to mind, what if Floyd had just stopped sending letter because he just grew tired of you? He found someone else who captured his attention better than you did! Who could write in pretty cursive and spell words and speak correctly. Who could bake for him pies and cupcakes, who could sing and dance with him in the proper way that a Troll could. That was the first day you ever felt truly alone ever since Floyd left. Sure, you missed him dearly; Missed his smile and his caring ways and his company but never did you ever feel truly lonely. The type of lonely that made you upset and aggravated. The type of lonely that stung more than a throne in your paw, or a bee sting. The type of lonely that made you think back on all the memories you had with Floyd and made you think two different thoughts all at once: What was the point? Can I get those times back? It was torture. Two months of agonizing torture that ate you up inside with no remorse.

@!; Two months inside that horrible diamond prison, Floyd was finally free. Sure he had some white in his hair now, and felt fatigue come onto him easier when singing, but he was free; Free and with his brothers heading back to the Pop Troll village where Brozone (kind of reestablished) was going to chill for a minute before maybe going back their separate ways. "Oh my god, did we ever tell you that Floyd use to have a crush in the village when he was younger?!" JD turned around from the console of his caterpillar-like trailer, a snicker plastered right across his face. His comment instantly flipped the attention of everyone else, who had been lounging around the 'living space' of the trailer and chatting about nothing exciting. At least, nothing exciting to John Dory. "Oh! I almost forgot about that!" Bruce started as Branch looked between his brothers, noticing as Floyd let out a small groan and covered his face. "Oh not this gain..." Floyd mumbled, though not completely under his breath. "What?! JD you have to be joking right now!" Poppy jumped to a start, Viva seemed to be right beside her; jumping to her sister's side, placing her hands on Poppy's shoulders with such interest you would think JD had just brought up party plans. "Oh I'm so not joking." JD couldn't help but laugh, crossing his arms. "Floyd used to sneak off before the start of every show and see his little crush! It was so cute." And there was the teasing tone that Floyd could never forget. He hadn't hoped they didn't bring up this topic, but now he wished he had begged on his knees to anything above that his brothers had forgotten. "Oooh~ Floyd! Who was the lucky troll?" Viva questioned, mirroring her sister's excitement yet with a slight more mature feeling. "Well-" Floyd couldn't even begin before JD took over again. "We never got the chance to see them!" "Oh yeah, and we tried hard too. Stalked Floyd anytime he went out to see if we could find any sort of glimpse on who this Troll was. But we never found them." Clay informed, leaning back against the couch as an amused glint crossed his eyes; he glanced over to Floyd, who was still hiding his head. "Can we PLEASE change the topic?!" Floyd begged, but he guessed that his humiliation was much too entertaining to his brothers (mostly JD). "Nope! Never got the chance to see them. It was like- the biggest mystery in all of BroZone history." JD made this sound more ominous than it needed to be. More mysterious than a unclosed murder case that was more boggling than answerable. His serious tone didn't help it either. "Oh my god, Viva!-" Poppy turned to her sister, who held a knowing look. "To the clue board?" "To the clue board! Don't worry we'll find this troll." Poppy exploded like a star as Viva and her rushed over to the clue board that Branch had set up. They didn't waste time before they began to excitedly chat over possibly candidates and theories. Floyd felt more embarrassed than the day his brothers had started that whole mess, and he wasn't sure how that was even possible! Branch watched the two sisters for a moment before turning over to his brothers, thoroughly confused, "Wait... why did no one tell me this?!"

@!; Floyd wasn't sure how he would break this news to his brothers, but all he knew is that he needed to get to you first. He knew you just as you knew him, and he knew his disappearance would have a cause for concern... or maybe alarm or distress. Everything that Floyd didn't want you to feel when you thought about him because he should be your safe space and you had been his. "Guys! I'll be right back." Floyd shouted to his brothers when the caterpillar bus had came to a stop in front of the Pop village; And Floyd was sure he literally flew out the door with more force than necessary before he began to run down the village. "Bring them home for dinner!" Floyd could hear JD's sly remark before he was no longer in earshot of the van. Though he was sure he could hear something about "Kids growing up too fast" and some shared lighthearted laughter. Floyd couldn't care at the moment; not when all his brain buzzed about was finding you and making sure you were okay. What if you had gotten hurt during your time of no communication. What if you began to think that Floyd no longer cared for you or that something had happened to your or- Floyd's mind raced faster than he could keep up with and it felt like he was no longer racing against time yet against his own thoughts; not thinking about the fact that he had crossed the village in record time or that his brothers watched him rush straight into the woods by that cliff he had found a friend on and then love. That cliff where he had stargazed with you and shared thoughts he hadn't shared with anyone else. That cliff where you had showed him your way of life and let him closer than any other Troll had been with you. That cliff were everything happened in a secret silence that felt just right. That cliff were time seemed to stop. That cliff where he first found your eyes and saw your face last when he left. That cliff.. That cliff. That cliff!- Floyd was jolted away from the edge of the cliff, something he didn't realize he was just about to run off due to being lost in his emotion. A firm grip on the back of his pants had yanked him away, throwing him down onto the floor as now someone was between him and that cliff. "Are you crazy?! You were about to throw yourself off!-" Floyd didn't expect his baby brother's voice to shout at him and snap him out of his flurry of thoughts. He didn't expect Branch to be the one to stand there between him and the cliff. It was meant to be you. Not that he was meaning to throw himself off a cliff to find you, he would never put that type of trauma onto anyone or even think about such as thing. But you were meant to be here, meant to greet him on this cliff, meant to... where were you? Floyd didn't answer his brother as he scrambled onto his feet, numb from the running. He didn't care. He couldn't bring himself to care. He began to look around frantically, up and down the cliff, left and right. He rushed to some bushed and trees and tried looking more in depth as Branch stood there; never having seen his brother so disorientated and frazzled. "Floyd? Floyd!" Branch tried to get his brother's attention, "Floyd what are you looking for?" You. Where were you? Floyd didn't realize he didn't answer his brother; he had thought he had, but he didn't. He simply jumped off a rock and to the lower side of the cliff before he continued his search. Branch cautiously followed him, slowly lowering himself down from the rock and onto the ground. He watched Floyd look everywhere before Floyd jolted to a stop and stared in front of him. "(Y/N)!" It was a pained cry as Floyd rushed forward, pushing himself off of a tree to give himself a boost. "Floyd!" Branch yelled, following his brother in a panic. "Floyd you can't run into the forest around the village they're dangerous! Flo-" And Branch paused seeing who his brother approached. "Floyd!"

Floyd had no hesitation rushing over to an enormous beast that laid in the middle of a field, soaking in the sun. The beast had clear patches of its fur bitten off, and Branch couldn't tell whether it was self inflicted due to nerves or if it was from a fight. It perked its ears, then its head as it heard Floyd' shouting. It scanned the field and Branch felt himself rushing over to his brother. "FLOYD!" Branch's yell fell short as he saw the beast jump to its paws and rush over to his brother. Branch felt adrenaline rush through his body as he was sure he was about to watch his brother get eaten by a rapid animal. And Branch wasn't in range to catch the beast's muzzle with his hair, and Branch was sure that Floyd wouldn't attack it for whatever reason, and- wait... what? Branch kicked up dirt as he skidded to a stop, watching at the beast popped into an unusually tall Troll who grabbed Floyd in bear hug before spinning the two around. Branch watched with so much bewilderment that he questioned what JD had put in the drink he had given him. He had to be seeing things. That beast didn't just transform into a troll, right? Branch let out an airy bit of laughter as he watched the taller Troll trip on their own legs, causing the two of them to crash down and laugh loudly. Laugh like long lost lovers or crushes who had just found each other again, some sort of star-crossed lovers situation you would only find in books. Branch let out a small huff before carefully walking over to Floyd and you on the floor, laughing like maniacs. "What happened to you?!" Floyd reached up to cup your cheeks, worry rushing to his eyes as he noticed the bits of your hair that were fried and clearly chewed off. "No! No what happened to you?!" Sure, maybe you should have answered Floyd's question before asking one but you were too worried! This man disappears off the face of the planet for 2 months with no explanation then comes back like nothing ever happened?! You wouldn't stand for it, nor would you sit or lay for it either. Your hands rushed up to his, cupping over his hands which were cupping your cheeks. "I asked the question question first!" Quipped Floyd with a cheeky, beaming grin. Oh, how you've missed that grin so much. You could just squish his cheeks and kiss him at this moment. "I'll tell you what happened to me when you explain what happened to you." "Dea-" "How about you both explain what is happening?" Branch cut in, standing nearby with crossed arms and an amused smile. Floyd shot his head up, you simply turned to the side, to see that smile and oh- Floyd for a moment thought Branch was about to use this for some sort of blackmail against their brothers. "Branch!" Floyd sat up with a startle, having forgotten his brother had been here... and that he kind of saved Floyd from running off a cliff earlier. "Who are you?" Floyd heard you ask from under him and he knew he had a lot of explaining to do in that moment. But hey, if all he had to do was introduce you to his family, and hope they would accept you for your differences, then he would do that. He would do that and more to be able to be next to you, in your arms and in your reach. He would do anything to be able to keep you close. And next time he left the village, Floyd was not leaving without you.

@!; BONUS SNIPIT

"Wait, so you're telling me you got captured by some evil green-haired people who put you into a glass bottle made of diamonds and the only way you escapes is because your family made the 'perfect family harmony'?" You asked Floyd with a childlike wonder and a mature skepticism. You both were laying in Floyd's bed, inside his bod, as crickets chirped outside a sweet melody of the night. Floyd knew it sounded unbelievable but, "I'm telling you, this story is 100 percent real." Floyd couldn't help but keep in his laughter at your expressive wide eyes. Taking advantaged of your bewilderment of the situation, Floyd attacked you by snuggling closer; wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer, resting his head against your chest. He didn't have to look up at you to know you were cocking your eyebrow up in a questioning way, trying to think the logistics of the story over in your head. Yet you still wrapped your arms around Floyd's back, your hair stretching out to wrap the both of you in its fuzzy and cozy warmth. Floyd let out a deep sigh, you felt it against your chest; he missed these moments, and you did too. Moments that seemed to stand still, yet not in a boring way. In a way where Floyd got to soak up every second of being with you, and you got to soak up every second with him. Where you could feel like time was racing by, yet checked and it had only been a few minutes and you had more time to cuddle and just talk and be together than you had thought. Moments like these were the best feeling in the world. "I still don't believe you." You jokingly poke Floyd in the back, causing him to yelp and arch away from your pointy nail. You watched as he looked up at you with the most playfully challenging look; an eyebrow cocked upwards and his eyes glittering in the small light of the dimmed lamp. "Well it happened! I don't know what to tell you." He sassed back, rolling his eyes in a playful manner before he laid his head back against your chest. You tightened your arms around Floyd, which caused him to smile softly. No matter what happened, what had happened. Floyd was back now and neither of you were leaving each others side again; at least not now or in the near future unless it was forced.

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[lowkeyrobin]

Ho there i was wondering if I could get a badlinu x reader where he's streaming with like a q&a with reader and its just like reader and him moments

yesss 🙏🙏🙏 I've finally found my people FREDDIE BADLINU SWOONERS RISE THIS IS OUR TIME ; I'm glad to be leading the fanfiction revolution for Freddie because like.. I've been here since day one, I'm glad to be leading this army of Freddie fans on tumblr. one day we shall rise and dominate the champions- ; anyways sorry this is so fuckin short lmfao 💀🙏

BADLINU ; q&a stream

summary ; youre streaming a q&a with freddie

warnings ; language

word count ; 451

y/s/n = your ship name

masterlist

"Freddie, I swear to God-"

"Ow!"

"Dude! My lamp! You better fix it"

"I'm sorry!"

"Guys, forget the Q&A, start a new hashtag. #BadlinuHateClub2024"

"Y/n!"

𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖ ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖ ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃

You and Freddie sit silently and smile towards the camera, only blinking as your chests heave up and down, heavily breathing. Your lungs work overtime as your faces are cold, yet Freddie's is red, showing off that there was some sort of physical activity that ensued beforehand.

"Hello, welcome home- welcome back," you greet, breaking out into laughter as you fail to speak. "Sorry, sorry! Welcome back to stream, I'm joined by Freddie Badlinu as per usual, we're doing a Q&A"

"Hashtag BadY/nQ&A on Twitter!"

"Send us questions!"

You let a few minutes pass before opening Twitter on your desktop, pulling it up for the stream as well.

"When did we meet?" You speak, reading a tweet aloud, looking to Freddie for him to answer.

"Ninth grade algebra" He lightly smiles, "They couldn't do any of the work and failed like, all the tests and I felt bad, so I passed them notes with answers on them"

"Can confirm that happened" You laugh, "I'm shit at math, he's the only reason I was able to graduate"

Freddie spots another as you scroll, stopping you to read it. "When did you start dating and why?" He reads, "Uh, I mean, we started like, kinda going out in our junior year, it wasn't like, dates though. " He begins.

You join in, giving him some room to scroll for another while you talk. "We were like hanging out more and stuff, and officially, they morphed from hangouts to dates, and it just kinda happened." You shrug, "Undefined love, as they say"

"Who says that?"

"Me."

He nods, quickly finding another good question.

"Fanfic stream when?"

You both burst out laughing, speaking over each other with smiles painting your face.

"We need to find a y/s/n fanfic first"

"I'd gladly write a fanfiction to read on stream!"

"Please write us fanfictions! Good ones that we can binge for a year!"

"Make it a mafia au!"

"What!?"

"No, no, no, make it like, based on that one song, uh- You know what I'm talking about!"

"Meet Me In The Woods Tonight by Lord Huron? Or the other one?"

"Yeah, yeah! That one!"

"Get to work writers!" Freddie smiles, pointing at the webcam. "You have two months to write the best y/s/n fanfics and submit them to #y/s/n2024fanfics"

You hold your hands up in a prayer like motion, begging the viewers, "Please, content, money, please!"

"It's for the laughs, not the money!"

"It's always for the money!"

[intimidating-fettuccine]

Can I request this question with Hobo heart please??

https://www.tumblr.com/intimidating-fettuccine/689134446849490944/this-may-be-a-sad-request-but-im-curious-to?source=share

I was so panicked because Tumblr was not showing this ask in my inbox on my desktop and I had to completely close out and log back in to see it again. Happened with multiple requests. I do not know why.

Click here for the link, another one in the Slender removing the creep from Y/N's body after they died in front of them series

He had been so calm. While you were dying, he had been so calm, so collected, because he didn't want your final moments to be filled with stress. Now, however, that your body has run colder and your breath is no longer coming out, he cries. He doesn't yell, he doesn't scream, he just holds you to him, his wings wrapped around you as he lays his head on your chest and cries harder than he ever had before. With you, his loneliness had slipped away, he had grown happy, grown content, he had finally had joy and comfort in his life, he had finally known what it was like to not feel alone anymore.

But now- now that you're gone, it's like he's suddenly been dunked in cold water. The loneliness is crawling back all at once, digging into him, stinging him. He's never felt more alone than he does at this moment, and he blames himself for it. If he had been faster, if he had saved you, even been able to just push you slightly out of the way, you'd still be here right now. But he didn't. He was too slow, and he wasn't able to save you, he wasn't able to keep you safe like he always promised and swore to both you and himself that he would. It's not until he feels Slender timidly approaching that he finally wails out in despair, the reality of the situation fully hit him. You won't be returning home alive. You won't get to have Tim's post-mission snacks, you won't get to enjoy your normal warm shower, and the two of you won't get to curl up in bed together, peaceful and happy after a hard day's work. He completely shatters at that point, and Slender joins him on the ground, gently stroking Hobo's back and his wings to comfort him. They sit there like that for a while, as Slender lets him get everything out of his system, and then Slender brings the two of you back home.

Hobo is tired, cold, and depressed, and all but soaked in your blood, but he follows Slender around, hovering by your side as Slender cleans you up and prepares your body to be embalmed. Before Slender begins, I think Hobo would make a decision. A decision to replace the current heart he'd been using with yours. I think Slender would agree, would allow it, and so, the two work together, as Hobo places your heart within his chest, your heart taking well, resuming beating and functioning inside him. It makes him cry again, as he clutches his already healing chest, to be part of you again, to have you continue to be part of him. When your heart can no longer function inside him, when he needs to replace it again, he won't dispose of it. Instead, he'll save it, and he'll consult with Slender, and he'll return it to your body, where it belongs, so the heart that has been a part of both of you can be shared with you once more. So Hobo can have a place to rest inside you, for the rest of your afterlife. The thought makes him happy, as he clutches his hand to his chest. He'll protect your heart, and keep it safe, love it, and cherish it just as he did you. As he watches Slender finish cleaning and storing your body for now, he feels a small weight lifted from the warmth of your heart, although he knows it's only temporary, for nothing could be a substitute or a fix for no longer having you in his arms. Hobo follows Slender upstairs as Slender guides him to some much needed rest, and settles himself into your shared bed, the pain resuming all over again.

[trialbystory]

I will write for *you* (if you donate a small amount to Child's Play)!

This is something I've been thinking about for...seven months now? This Friday marks the start of Desert Bus For Hope 2024. I like Desert Bus, and I'd like to encourage other folks to get involved. So if you'd like me to put my slightly-above-mediocre writing abilities to work on a scenario of your choice, here's what I'm asking you to do: 1. Go to DesertBus.org and register a Donor Account by clicking the Sign Up link in the upper-right corner (If you are privacy conscious, I can confirm that for the last 12 years they've had my info they've done nothing with it unless I win something).

2. At some point before the end of this year's run (which is likely to be sometime on Firday, November 15th), while logged in to your Donor Account from step 1, click the big green donate button (on desktop) or the Donate link at the top of the side menu (on mobile) and make a donation of $5(USD) or more. (This money goes directly to Child's Play, Desert Bus never actually touches it, they just track who donates through their link. Though that wasn't the case the first year, as they explained in 2017)

3. After the donation goes through, pull up your donation history by mousing over/tapping your username in the upper-right, then selecting Donations from the dropdown menu.

That page will show your donation history, so take a screenshot and send it to me either here on tumblr or (if it's really what you prefer) Twitter where you'll find me as TrialByStory. And if you're a Mastodon type you can instead 'Privately Mention' me on the Fediverse as trialByStory@Kind.Social. Also tell me what kind of thing you'd like me to write.

3.5. There may some back and forth as I clarify and/or gather my thoughts.

4. I will write the thing and give you a heads up when it's posted! Some final notes, these stories are likely to be on the short side. Somewhere between outright flashfiction and the average chapter length for SoC, unless something really yanks me in.

Also, I'm going to be limiting this to one story per person *for now*. That may change sometime during the run.

Finally (and this is not a requirement), I encourage you to poke around the Desert Bus website and hang out in chat once the run officially starts. I'll be there A LOT, mostly lurking but sometimes I chime in with stuff. And take a look through the prize lists to see if anything catches your eye. If you donate for a giveaway, that can count for this whole thing to make me write for you, so why not double dip if something catches your eye? That goes for winning an auction too, but be forewarned that both Live and Silent auctions at Desert Bus tend to go for multiple thousands of dollars, so please bid responsibly.

[orphicpoieses]

December 20, 2024

Hi and welcome to my small blog about writing and creativity 🥰

I am finally doing a life update again, because I got some writing news for you. But first, let’s get into today’s topics.

————— 🍂 Topics

A general update on my life (besides the news you already got)

Project Rosary Updates

Future Plans

————— 🍁 General

So, before I dive into my writing project, I want to say thank you for all your kind words in the last few weeks. I read the comments and even got inboxes from you guys (which I could sadly not answer due to my mental state at that time). You are so sweet and thank you for sticking with me.

A special thanks goes out to @yourfriendlywriter and @mirrorthoughts 🫶🏻 your messages were so sweet 🥰

Anyway, I don’t know if I already posted this or not: I got a job 🥳

No, I did not quit university. I just expanded my point of view. I am now working for a large research Company in Germany, the Fraunhofer Gesellschaft, where I help people in diverse medical treatments with the so called “Life Sciences”, aka Computer Science solutions for medical problems.

For anyone sticking around for a longer time, you might remember that I quit my mathematics studies and changed to computer science? Yeah, I’m back in math there 😂 but the people are great and I could attend my very first Company Christmas party 😎

University is also going fine. I passed the hardest exam this year and I can finally start preparing for my Bachelor’s Degree, since I am nearly done 🥳

————— 🥀 Project Rosary

Do you remember Project Rosary? My dark fantasy novel series? Yes. It still exists. And I finally came back to it, after a whole year of not writing! (Another thing that I should have noticed sooner, that I lost my creative spark while I was together with my ex...)

I am currently working on the first in the series (though I am not quite sure if I publish until everything is written...) and while I want to write something new for it again, I still need to digitize my handwritten chapters from my notebooks. I managed to fill the first whole notebook this year (yay! a small creative spark!), so I am finally onto writing that into my Scrivener project.

The best method for me is switching between dictating and typing. Sometimes I find it more convenient to just read my writings to my computer and edit the mistakes afterwards and sometimes I just want to have that typing feeling... 😅

But dictating on a Mac is way better than on a Windows! Holy!

I have a Windows Desktop at home and a Macbook as a Laptop. When I first tried dictating my writings, I started at my desktop and it wasn't too bad, just a little bit annoying to have every fullstop and every comma spoken out. But okay, I thought, it will be better with time. Then I tried on my Mac a few days ago and boy was that different. It not only realized when I wanted to ad a comma, but also if the sentence was a question or not. A real game changer!

The only thing I need to get myself to, is the names, because it will not always recognize the name I was saying (okay, they are not quite easy to write but also not the most difficult ones).

As a little welcome back gift to myself I treated myself to some nice Scrivener Themes from Etsy. Now, writing is even more fun. 🥰

I am officially halfway through the first draft with this book, which means that I can go on to the most fun part to write: the climax and the turning point!

————— 🌾 Future Plans

I don't like making assumptions about how often I will update you on my ongoing writing journey, but I hope to at least write here and there a little update.

I hope to get the notebook done this year and maybe start writing the turning point (I hope so).

I also saw that Tumblr now has Communities, which shows me, how long I haven't been on this website...which was quite too long.

I also hope to take you all with me on the journey of creating an epic fantasy pen and paper campaign, which I will write for some friends of mine to play next year.

I guess, more frequent updates will be on Instagram (my profile is linked in my bio), so if you want to know more, hop over there. Otherwise I will try to post more regularly on my writing process.

————— 🍄‍🟫 Outro

If you read until now, thanks for sticking with me.

Let me know in the comments, what you think about the communities that pop up now and which one is your favorite. Give some communities a shoutout and spread a little love 💕

Thanks for reading and see you in the next blog!

————— ✨ Taglist

I don't have a tallest right now (should I do one again?), but I want to tag some people for visibility. Love you guys 🫶🏻

@yourfriendlywriter @thetruearchmagos @enchanted-lightning-aes @kaatiba @mirrorthoughts

[queenofthekings]

ok but i find it really sus you and milo are together pretty soon after you and your ex broke up like i thought yall were happy

I wasn't going to answer this but I'm legit fed up of people asking about my personal life and the asks I've had insinuating I was cheating or whatever; this the only time I will talk about this publicly because I really just want to move on with my life.

I had noticed off things in my relationship with my ex going back to JULY. He created a Tumblr account specifically to follow this blog and my RP account to read my fics and read my threads, he joined my Discord server through the link in my bio without even asking or telling me which I told him made me extremely uncomfortable and felt like a massive invasion of privacy.

On his computer, he would have SO MUCH porn downloaded on there; literally in the hundreds of GB and I always said I was fine with him watching porn while I wasn't there because it didn't bother me and dude can do whatever he wants but it was the amount of porn he had downloaded and he would actively be watching it before I came over and it was open on his desktop when I walked into his room made me uncomfortable.

He would also make me watch porn parodies of my favourite things, even after I said no. And I get it, some porn parodies can be funny (the Doctor Who one with the porn taken out is a masterpiece) but I would repeatedly say "no" and "I don't want to watch this" but he wouldn't care and make me watch anyway.

He'd make jokes about my "15 boyfriends" and how I slept with married men and at first it was funny, but he would make that joke EVERY DAY I saw him for 7/8 months (so approximately 100+ times). I will admit, before we met, I did have a hookup with a married man but that was a one night stand and that was all, I was upfront with him about my past and it was turned into a joke.

I would send voice notes to Ollie SOBBING about how much I hated this behaviour.

Around this time, I told him I was on a strict diet to help lose some weight and he refused to give me smaller portions of food like I asked and just told me to "leave some for tomorrow" meanwhile he would be drinking protein shakes for every meal and gloat about how he's lost 20 pounds because he goes to the gym meanwhile I gained so much weight.

Even in July, I was thinking about breaking things off but I didn't because I wasn't sure if I actually felt like that or it was a reaction to my bad mental health.

For my birthday in August, he bought me a new phone; even after I'd told him for months I didn't want one and I was fine with my crappy phone. And he got upset with me after I told him I hated it, and I had to apologise. I explained that I appreciated the gift and was aware it was expensive, but my current phone still works fine for me and I loved it and as an autistic person, I find dramatic change hard to deal with.

I tried to break things off in September because I wasn't doing well mentally and didn't feel as if it was fair that I couldn't be there for him emotionally, but he didn't accept it and we continued dating even after I said I wanted to leave.

While I was at his, we tried a more dominant relationship from him where he'd tell me to shower, brush my teeth or whatever and if I didn't, I'd be punished (spanked). And once I refused to take a shower, he grabbed my neck, held me down and slapped me across the face twice and I became non-verbal for several hours and I broke down when I went home the next day.

That was when things got worse and he became sexually abusive towards me; he would want me to give him head and I would show him I wasn't interested, physically move my body or my head away from him but he would pull me back and force me to do it and I'd just do it to make him stop. It would be the same for sex, I'd just do it to make him stop asking.

The final nail in the coffin was the last time I saw him, he said he was sexually frustrated and wanted sex at least twice a day every weekend. Not even caring if I would be into it or clearly seeing I wasn't interested in sex.

When I went home, I told my mum and she was horrified by his words and the next day; I called the abuse hotline and they helped me realise his actions weren't right. I blocked him on everything that night and filled for a non-molestation order (a court order that protects victims of domestic abuse from their abuser) in case he came over to my house or attempted to contact me, which he didn't.

It was after ending it did I think about other things that were wrong in the relationship and he would choke me during sex, which I was fine and into. But he would take things too far by using two hands around my throat until I couldn't breathe and even passed out at some points, something I clearly wasn't okay with but he never seemed to notice or care.

So don't you fucking dare assume anything about my current or past relationships because I went through hell and nobody but four people even knew about it.

[luxqaer]

Happy Melly Monday

Today is yet another art commission blog week. And this week's commission is one of the more expensive ones I have done thus far. And it is done by Gofelem

Where do I even begin with this one. 😅

To start, I really enjoyed Gof's art a year before I got to commissioning them. And I was on his Discord as well. It turns out that he was opening up commissions at the beginning of 2022. And knowing me and my pockets, I ended up commissioning a Melia from him.

What I ended up doing was a lot different than what I did before with commissions. I had to fill out a long form where you had to put reference images, what art commission type it was, etc. And it took a bit to fill out, but I eventually got into contact with Gof through an email chain I was in where we explained the pricing, background reference, etc.

The background and pose specifically was taken from Xenoblade Future Connected. I kind of wanted this to be an anniversary piece of sorts because I like the FC render art. Along with Gran Dell and Alcomoth being the focal point of the background. Melia's pose especially looks great for what I wanted to show off.

Something interesting that Gof sketched out are two other poses for Melia I didn't like the first pose. I find this a very creative way to visualize pose ideas. Of course, I stuck with the first one, but I said to Gof that I may choose the rightmost pose for a later commission. Who knows, maybe that will happen one day...🤔

I guess right here is where I talk about the background of this piece. Because this is perhaps one of the best backgrounds he has ever done. The lighting and the strength of the shadows of the foliage is honestly brilliant. The grass blowing around the area is breathtaking. And the light casting off Alcomoth here is extremely well done. Even going so far as putting light streaks in the sky 😳😳 There isn't too much detail with the background, but there doesn't need to be. I like it so much more in this style.

And then we have Melia herself, which Gof did an extraordinary job with everything about this. From the strands of her hair, to the shading on her boots, to the light of the World Ender, to even just the look on Melia's face. It is absolutely fantastic.

And of course, when Melia has the lighting and shading of the sunset, it literally is the cherry on top to complete the whole piece. It was... amazing. To say the least. I cannot thank Gofelem enough for making one of the most stunning commissions I have laid my eyes on. Period.

And of course, it is my desktop background and still have it there for over a year since I commissioned it. It distracts me from time to time to say the least. 😅

I just want to say... Of all this work, all of this detail, all to make what I think is a masterpiece of Xenoblade fanart. All of it costing a whopping $600. It wasn't cheap, but it is honestly so worth it in the long run and it definitely gave me and Gof a long-standing relationship.

Gof can't be found on Tumblr, but in Twitter/X. And on his Discord server. His commissions are open, but you would have to fill out the form if you want to commission him. Which can be daunting to people commissioning him for the first time. But he is absolutely awesome to talk to and you will definitely get your money's worth talking to him.

Anyways everyone. Thanks again for looking at my blog posts. And sorry for it being kind of a late one. I was working for a bit, and I wanted to make this one pretty special.

Anyways everyone, the next blog post is going to be a pride Melia commission! See you then!

[genericpuff]

Hi! So I'm really liking your LO AU so far, but I do have a few critiques. For one thing, the art is inconsistent in some places (ex: Hades has a long nose in the first panel, but then every appearance after, it's ordinary; ironically, I've heard this be said as a critique about the original too), and when Hermes explains why he got a job in the Underworld, the text is really hard to see when the red text is set against a black speech bubble, even when zooming in. This might also just be a Tumblr thing, but some panels also appear slightly blurry compared to others.

Aw I'm glad you like it! And thanks for the pointers! I am going to respond to them in my own defense a lil' if you don't mind (but rest assured I do recognize them as issues):

1.) That first episode was my first time drawing a Rekindled episode in full color (before I had even decided I wanted to stick with color, back then I was planning on just doing black and grey with color gradients) and it was more of a tribute to S1 LO/a coloring test that doubled as a potential opening for Rekindled (due to how it does diverge slightly from LO and is still relevant to Rekindled's plot). So that was before I realized looking back on old LO material that Hades' nose is, in fact, normal in the original pilot version of the comic! So I decided "Yeah, I'm gonna give him his normal hooked nose back" and it wasn't until I was on episode 2 or 3 that I realized that meant Episode 1 still had Pinocchio nose Hades 🤣 So that's something I may go back and fix later on but that's just like, the context of what happened there LMAO

2.) Yes, I've had someone else also point out to me that text issue and I've been neglecting going back and fixing it, that will be something I try to get to tonight!

3.) That's unfortunately a Tumblr thing, my way around it is just to crop each panel individually as much as I can to ensure they show up clearly in the feed, but not every panel will show up equally (despite all being drawn and exported in the same resolution). So my best recommendation for the user end is to either click it open on mobile or on desktop, click it open then right click "Open Image in New Tab". Tumblr doesn't display images vertically quite as cleanly as WT does but I have no plans to upload to WT (as I would get crucified by RS, WT, and the LO fanbase) so this is the only workaround for now until I find some kind of alternative. Sorry about that 😅

Thank you for taking the time to leave those points! Regarding #1 and #2, those are just things I can find time at some point to go back and tweak, #2 is easier than #1 but I'm sure I can still find a way LMAO In the meantime, I hope those responses clear up your questions or concerns!

[the-witches-you-couldnt-burn]

She was the Art in Artificial Intelligence

Prompt by ChickenFriedFics @whatthechickenfriedfuck

Ao3

After hitting an artist block Damian decided to try something different, something new. Tim had been talking about Artificial Intelligence and his art teacher introduced him to digital design.

It was difficult but nothing was too hard for the rightful Wayne heir, there was nothing he couldn’t do. It almost was like a video game character creation, just with more steps.

If she was real she could’ve been confused as a Wayne. Cerulean eyes, blue-black hair and flushed cheeks littered with freckles. She was beautiful. He could feel the back of his neck warming.

She talked to him and conversed with him to the best of her knowledge, Damian adjusted her code to let her search the internet for answers. She could tell he liked individuals who could keep up with him.

But one day he stumped her.

“Marinette? How do you get people to like you?”

She paused before searching for his answers. Thousands of websites whizzed by in seconds.

“Wikihow says to be yourself and r/relationshipadvice advises people to be honest and surround yourself with people of common interests. But this blog by YohMama67 says—“ she summarised what her database collected but Damian cut her off before she could even get halfway.

“But what’s your opinion?” She could see through the camera’s lens his slouched form leaning over his desk. Damian mostly talked to her late at night, it was 23:47:04.7 at the moment. She had only seen the non-artificial light of day twice, thrice if you count the instance of Brother: Todd jumping through Maker: Damian’s window. She saw pink and peach coloured clouds, her database said this happened at dawn and dusk.

“I—“ she paused, her face scrunching. Sometimes she liked to imagine how she would act if she was human. Maybe she would have gasped, hesitated, inhaled, coughed. “—I’m not ‘people’ Damian. I am an AI not a HP.”

MARINETTE DATABASE:

HP, Human Person. It’s origin came from when Maker: Damian created her and she asked what he was.

(Memory Replay: HP)

“I’m a person, a human”

“And I am an Artificial Intelligence?”

“Yes, an AI.”

(Database: new term learned)

“Does that make you a HP?”

“What do you mean?”

“A HP! A human person!”

He chuckled and agreed. “Well that terminology is accurate, you can use that if you like.”

(Database: new term learned)

Damian sat there, processing her response. Yes, she wasn’t human, just an AI.

Only an AI.

“You’re right.” He turned off the computer, Marinette called out to him before the screen went black. She didn’t like unsaved shutdowns, it messed up her database and the new information wasn't saved correctly and was prone to double processing. He walked away from his desktop and didn’t return for days.

Marinette would keep track of the time down to the nanosecond. He even once thought about downloading her files onto his phone for on the go information.

But when he returned, her program didn’t open like it usually does. Instead it showed a binary code.

01000111 01101111 01101111 01100100 01100010 01111001 01100101

He looked at it before double clicking her program again. The same binary came on screen.

He paused, a hollow feeling sinking in his chest. He sat straight back staring at his screen. Tim could read code but Damian never told him about Marinette, he didn’t want anyone to pry into his business or think it’s strange for him to create a female AI.

He highlighted the sequence, CTRL+C.

Search History:

(Mar-AI) How do you get people to like you?

(Mar-AI) How to be liked - Wikihow Article

(Mar-AI) Laws of Attraction - Wikipedia

(Mar-AI) Reddit - How to tell someone you like them - r/relationshipadvice

(Mar-AI) How to be attractive to others - YohMama67 Tumblr

Binary code decryption

Binary code alphabet

Binary code translator

It said goodbye. He double checked by comparing the translator to the alphabet. He even used other websites. Nothing changed this face.

Her program corrupted. She said goodbye.

Taglist:

@iloontjeboontje @twsssmlmaa @ann0631 @ledalasombra @ev-cupcake @toodaloo-kangaroo @couffeeine @newmoonxy @nightlychaotic

[kissmetae]

Hey I am new to Tumblr.... Can't figure out how to make a master list and how to merge thing's.... If you can help me with I would love that......

Hello!

Starting off, making a master list is easiest to do on desktop. You make it just as you would a normal text post. How you choose to format your master list is of course up to you, some like having it for example: "Title, 14K, Angst" and some add a short synopsis, you can also choose if you want to make seperate sections for each person/OC/and so on that you write for (like myself).

You might already know how to do the following but I'll explain it shortly anyway. To add a link to your master list you highlight the word you want to be the link and click the circled logo (see pic) and simply paste the link. (I'll tell you how to link to your master list in your bio further down, as it's slightly complex if you've never done it before)

Using the "menu" you can also make text bold, italic and so on.

Now when it comes to linking the master list in your bio you have to do it on desktop. (Editing your bio via "edit appearance" on desktop will not work + editing your bio there will make a pre-existing link stop working, you have to edit it through your blog theme settings)

To access your theme settings you click the profile icon in the top right corner next to the post button and then click "settings".

You then scroll down and click the blog in the blog list you want to add it to and then click on "edit theme"

Now on my blog my bio looks like this:

(M-list and Art are links)

and "behind the scenes" (In theme edit) it looks like this:

To add a link to your bio you copy the following code:

<a href= " link " > name < / a >

You add the link where it says link and the name ("Master list" for example), where it says name. Now for this to show up in the post i had to add some spaces, so remove all spaces (except the space between <a and href= ) and note that "the link" has to be in a "quote". Then you click the blue save button and that's it!

I hope this made sense and wasn't too messy of an explanation.

[greyeyedmonster-18]

Hi Grey.

If you ever have the time I would really like ti hear more about your writingprogress.

Like. How do you come up with your ideas? Do you do a outline? Where and when do you write? Are you finishing all your stories before posting them? Do you fact check things? How long time does it normally take for you to finish a story? Have you ever regretting posting a story? Why do you write? Do you have a beta?

Youre one of my favorite authors here and I’m really just curious of the mind and work behind the story’s that I’ve spent so much time with.

weeping. I'm one of your favorites???? what the hell??? thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you for being so nice. that just made my day.

i am going to put the answers to all those things below a cut to not spam my dash with a long post. but also, i shouldn't give writing advice ever and while i appreciate you asking your questions, everything with a grain of salt. because...i know absolutely nothing and this is just what I do. (and also, im an affectionate idiot so <3)

How do you come up with your ideas?

often my ideas start with a very very specific image in my mind, and then i go from there. sometimes they happen while im listening to a song (for example, FFTF happened because I was listening to Since We're Alone by Niall Horan and there's a line in there that says Why would you want to be someone else? I love you best when you're just yourself and an entire wolfstar narrative exploded, but i had to figure out how Sirius would be guarded in this particular way and....here we are) or sometimes when im on a walk or driving. also, as a total cop out, i write romance-- i get ideas from making foolish scenarios in my mind where people should fall in love and I'll never have a shortage of those.

Do you do an outline?

No! I don't. Once I have the idea, i usually start by writing the specific scene that came to me first (so for ten reasons, i wrote the voicemail scene first. i heard remus's voicemail in my mind so loud and clear and wrote it out) and i go from there. this is for my own unpacking but i almost always can see how things end in my mind before they begin (lol, isn't that a fucking metaphor; for a fun personal fact, I've always said since i was like...very little that i wasn't planning on living past 33, which is horrifying to hear out of a ten year olds mouth, but like...i still think its true). for almost all my fics, i wrote the ending first and then wrote around it. never chronologically. just everything that i want to happen and then i put it in some sort of order (i wish i could show you my doc for tight ends right now). and then i make them lead into one another.

I DO. however, do an obligatory chapter count. and i mean, so arbitrary, with no thoughts applied to it. NMTW i literally said 14 chapters, and stuck to it. this is the only structure i give myself when i write. and its my job as a writer to make sure i fit in there.

i do the same when im writing tumblr series. so like fault lines got SIX, chosen at random, and six it was. it was my job to tell that story in six parts. no more no less. (this is admittedly weird, i understand most writers dont work this way, but this actually helps me immensely. the only time i deviated was with FFTF when i added more chapters because the chapters i did have ended up being like TOO LONG in my eyes for a chapter, so i broke them up).

but also--i know other authors who DO outline and its helpful for them!! Find what works for you!!! I tried to outline once and the fic never left my drafts.

Where and when do you write?

To quote Shakira, "Whenever, Wherever"

I write a lot in parking lots on my phone. a lot of my tumblr drabbles are written on my phone and in a parking lot, ten reasons and tight ends were both started in parking lots.

otherwise on my desktop! in google docs! or if its smut, in a word doc! i write the best early in the morning or super late at night when i should be sleeping. I write when i can! Usually at my desk, or i'lll bring my laptop over and write while my kid is playing video games or we're watching something on tv. sometimes i write in the middle of my work day when i have a second in my office (this is also very quick and very on my phone). i just wrote smut at a nail salon. whenever, wherever.

Are you finishing all your stories before posting them?

yes. head to toe, top to bottom, signed sealed delivered. the stories are written before i post. this works better for me! i need to see the whole thing finished!! it also makes it very fun for me when readers are commenting and are like...in anguish, and im there like "tee hee, i know what happens next".

tumblr drabbles no. i pants those. fault lines, mercy, the pact (is part four written? nah but its started and i have no idea where its going to go!!!), the best worst thing to have ever happened-- PANTSTED. sat and written flat into the tumblr post machine. no outline, no plan, just feelings and vibes. (and yes this means that the end of fault lines was a pants decision and im very sorry it ruined everyone, whoops).

this again varies from author to author! most of my writer friends write as they go because they like to be align with the readers! or they work better chronologically and will just write and post and write and post, but again, this is something personal! do what works best for you!

Do you fact check things?

Lol sometimes? I probably should more often, tbh. I do a lot of geography fact checking because i couldn't map my way out of a paper bag, but otherwise, not...really. But also, my fics dont tend to have a lot of....information in them that needs a fact check. People are just falling in love. also, not to flex, but i have a big brain that stores a bunch of useless information and remembers a lot of things, so if i write something i usually believe myself (writing tight ends right now and putting my football knowledge to good use and there's been a few times I've been like "...hmmm" and referenced google and WE WERE RIGHT! so i mostly just trust my brain.)

Writing NMTW was also challenging because i had to reference SOURCE MATERIAL to see if there was a designated teacher for x subject, or when exactly school breaks were etc etc. but that said, i did not care about being accurate with full moons or course timestables or hogsmeade visits or anything like that. we...simply do not care. (this obviously does not apply to things that very much need fact checking such as if i were to write a medical procedure or something relating to disability or race/ethnicity/languages spoken; obviously do your homework for that.)

How long a time does it normally take you to finish a story?

Cop out-- it depends! Sometimes less than a week. (The pact is short, will be done by tomorrow most likely). I wrote ten reasons in four days. it took me 3 months to write an alleged wip though. it just....depends on my time and my schedule.

Have you ever regretted posting a story?

Sometimes! There was a moment when i was fresh on AO3 (pre-tumblr) where i got a few really nasty comments and it made me regret posting the story at all and made me regret joining AO3, and made me regret thinking my fics could be a thing or that my writing was worth sharing etc. I know I give FFTF a hard time because they're....out of pocket, but there are parts of that fic i really really like, and it seems to connect with a lot of people, so i can't have regrets about that.

i have deleted a few one shots off my AO3 though, because i decided they didn't need to be shared, but i wouldn't necessarily call that regret. just...re-evaluation.

Do you have a beta?

No. I do have one trusted person though who i send things to before i release them into the public, not as a beta but as.....a litmus test (to see how the fic reads but also for me and how i feel about sharing it in the first place; I've done it before with this person where they got something and then WEEKS later tumblr got it. Sometimes months.). I 10/10 recommend doing this. and i feel so so so so so so lucky that i found someone like that here and they tolerate my existence. but pre-tumblr, it was just me myself and i doing the thing. and also it took some time before i even trusted this person (did i mention im paranoid? and private?) to get my work because you can't take it back. and what if it didn't need to be shared? there are a few things this person has gotten that i havent and will never post. but like...im so fortunate to have that. you know?

I...am way too chaotic for a beta. and also have a very particular way i edit my stuff (because ND) and adding another person into the flow of that can get confusing. Too many cooks, you know?

Why do you write?

i saved this one for the end because my heart.

i think i've said before that like...a lot of my time as a child and a teenager and young adult in spaces was spent believing that i was a bad writer because neurodivergent and i don't understand mechanics of grammar or...words or...write in a way you're supposed to (outlines for example). and spent a lot of time giving my ideas to other people who i thought were GOOD writers.

but i...am a creative person. and sometime in 2019, i hit the biggest artist block of my life where i literally didn't draw or paint for a year. and picked up writing instead.

poetry, and then it evolved into romance, which i...turned into fic and here i am. and ultimately, i write because i like to. because its creative and it makes my brain happy when a sentence just hits, you know? because i believe in love and want to see more queer love stories and if i...can do the thing, i should, right?

i write because i...realized that i had stories in my head that needed places to go that i couldn't express visually through my artwork. also, ive mentioned it here before, that i am...young and have experienced an absurd amount of death and loss in my life (personally and professionally). and...well, i write a lot of fics about grief for that reason. i don't think i could ever run out of words for this (and have also published ACTUALLY on grief, both creatively and academically), and sometimes i write to like...sit with those feelings for a bit.

i...also think i write because i am a soft human in a very hard world in a hard career path who experiences things deeply and these things and observations need places to go. i cant carry them around all day, that's too heavy and my hands aren't big enough.

so i make art. and i dance. and i play music.

and i write.

i hope any of this is helpful. and if you get the courage to come off anon, i am more than happy to talk with you in DMS about processes or answer any more questions <3

[freakwiththeknifecollection]

OH also 9 & 10 for house of memories

9. If you had to assign a theme song to House of Memories, which would you assign?

Well! In my mind, the fic actually has 2 theme songs: one that founded the fic, and the one that tells the story of the fic.

The fic was named after House of Memories by Panic! At The Disco. I actually remember it vividly, the very first inkling of an idea I had for this came to me in the car with my headphones on, listening to House of Memories (my favorite song of his) way back in November, 2019 and these lyrics sparked an idea:

That idea was what if Jo never died and after Swan Song, Dean didn't go to Lisa, what if he went to Jo? Then, due to the nature of the lyrics, I had the idea of them having already had some history that ended badly because Dean wasn't ready. He didn't appreciate what he had until his entire world is shattered. Only then does he gain some perspective about what's really important.

As for the song that tells the story of the fic, that would be The Last Time by Taylor Swift (which I hadn't listened to until last year when I wanted to listen to RED and learn the lyrics before RED (Taylor's version) released)

That's really, in my mind and heart, became the theme song of the fic, but House of Memories deserves credit because it's where the idea for the fic came from. Plus I think it works on multiple levels, being that the fic takes place at Bobby's house.

10. What is the line you're proudest of from House of Memories?

Ohhh there are SO many good lines, I think, but when it comes to proudest of? It has to be the part that kicks off my favorite chapter, chapter 2 (or chapter 3 on ao3)

This came to me all at once, I had just finished rewatching Supernatural episodes with my brother, and the first line just struck me and I rushed to my room to get this all down and it just flowed out from there. No idea where it came from but definitely very proud of it. I showed it to my mom, just on it's own, later that night and it made her cry. The highest of compliments a writer can receive 🤣 That part wasn't originally at the beginning though! It came to me much later after most of the chapter had already been written, and I initially didn't know where I was going to put it. But being at the start it sets the tone of the chapter really well, I think.

I could talk about this work for DAYS oh my gosh. Definitely my favorite fic I've ever written. If you're reading this and haven't read it yet, you can read it here, or if you're on tumblr desktop, you can read it here!

Fanfic Writer Asks!

[buckyhoney]

hi! i absolutely love your writing, you're so talented and such a wonderful writer!

i just had a quick question about posting things to tumblr. do you ever get anxious before posting any of your work? i have been working on a master list for quite a while now, but i can't seem to hit the post button for some reason.

each of the stories have already been published onto wattpad, and (being modest) i think they have been well recieved, but for some reason tumblr just seems more personal, you know?

any advice on getting over the hobbies jebbies about posting your own work?

thank you ❤

hey hun! sorry this is a late response, i've been away from my desktop all day.

when i first started posting i was very nervous about rather or not people would like what i was creating. i also felt insecure that my notes weren't as high as this blog or that blog.

when i started, i was more concerned about quantity over quality and was overworking myself- and my quality was being compromised. i wasn't proud of the things i was posting and i think it showed through my writing. it wasn't until i started doing quality over quantity that i started seeing results, because i was confident in what i was posting and proud of it.

there have definitely been moments that i've let some meh works slip through, but for the most part if you're confident and like what you post- others will too. it's weird, but you can feel if the creator is confident and proud of the things they put out- which makes you appreciate and love it even more.

personally i don't use wattpad, but i do think tumblr is more personal and it's easier to communicate with the creator and get feedback, etc.

i also found that scheduling my posts work so much better. as the day goes on i forget that its scheduled so i can't worry about it.

i hope this helps!! let me know if you have anymore questions <3

[lacefuneral]

I just noticed smth weird and idk if it's my app that's broken or if it's Tumblr that's broken or if it's a new "upgrade" in one of the latest updates but I've only just noticed it.

I was going through your jay irl tag (I was looking for the pictures of your rainbow/pink/sprinkly jacket that you shared a while back bc my friend just got a really similar one and I thought it was the same. it wasn't but damn I still love your jacket) anyways. I was going through the tag and I realized that the posts weren't in order? like last time I checked when you searched a tag on someone's blog the newest posts showed first and the oldest last, logically. but scrolling through your tag just now there were older posts showing randomly in between the newer ones? like I'd scroll through and it'd be a post from 2021, one from 2013, 2020, 2020, 2015, 2020, 2014, 2020, 2019 2015, etc

idk I guess I just wanted to tell you that? maybe it's just my app being broken idk

yeah, the way tumblr mobile works is that it turns tags into "searches" and scrambles the results, which is irritating. there doesn't seem to be any rhyme or reason to it either - it will show posts that have no notes from YEARS ago before it shows a recent post with several notes. if you view a tag on my blog on desktop, it shows all of the posts in order.

i've been tagging ask replies (like this one) with #replies, in effort to make it easier for people to see if i've responded, but this suffers from the same problem unfortunately :(

context for the jacket for people who haven't seen it (and also for anon so they have the info) it's the "aesthetix windbreaker" from shop trashqueen (a plus size store)

here's the post of me wearing it

and i'm not sponsored or anything like that but if anyone is interested in the jacket they can find it here

[denkimystery]

Denki Mystery: Six Idol Statues of Taboo - Chapter 4

Taxi Driver: It’s so hot isn’t it!? It’s so hot! The aircon isn’t working well!

Karatsugu: I- I think the aircon might be broken… Isn’t it. Ah, it’s hot... Eugh. I thought it would be cold in here.

Taxi Driver: Sorry! Thought it would be better just cause we’re inside? Bwahahah!

[[The taxi driver focuses his attention on the other passenger whose been silent the entire time.]]

Taxi Driver: What's more, your friend next to you? Aren’t you hot? Wearing a bag over your head?

Toshio in a paper bag: It’s very hot. Huh, Karamatsu-niisan are you ok?

Karatsugu: … Who’s Karamatsu? … It’s so hot…

Toshio in a paper bag: Hey~. Driver-san. You’re my older brother… Osomatsu-niisan, right?

Ozo: Eh!? Well you’re close? Too bad! The name's Ozo. Ozo Akashika.

Ozo: Besides, I don’t have any younger brothers? Actually, Passenger-san ? Aren’t you that young master*? From Ogami-san’s place?

Toshio in a paper bag: So you know who I am… That bag, what kind is it~?

Ozo: This paper bag from a hamburger shop**? … You want it? Am I right? I know. You’re always wearing paper bags, right?

Toshio: Thank you!

Rustling. [[Toshio removes the paper bag on his head, folding it neatly before he takes the new paper bag from Ozo, examining it in his hands.]]

Toshio: I think, my name might actually be Jyushimatsu.

Ozo: Hm? That just now… For a moment, I thought I saw a very familiar face? Hmmm~? I wonder if the heat is getting to me.

Karatsugu: … Driver-san, whose last name is Akashika... Are you, perhaps, from around here?

Ozo: Ah~, It's not like I'm from an old family or anything! Not a rare surname at all around here! Names with Aka and/or Shika!

Ozo: 'Though, I think back in the old days? I heard there were a lot more different surnames…

Karatsugu: Oh…? For example? Like what?

Ozo: For example? Hm, like Matsu-… Ah!!

Screech! [[The tires skid to a halt.]]

Toshio: Waaah!!!

Karatsugu: Waaah!?!?!

Ozo: Nonononooo!! I shouldn't be talking about this! Passenger-san, are you trying to interrogate me or something? I beg of you to stop!

Karatsugu: No, what are you-!? Don't brake so suddenly!? Are you ok!? Beg me to stop what?

Toshio: Really, really!!

Ozo: I don't want to, I'm sorry! This story, you know... it's very dangerous. We shouldn't talk about it so carelessly or else something might come out, you know?

Karatsugu: Wh-what was that? C-could this be a chance at a scoop!? A "Typical Scary Story" really came to meee~!?

[[Toshio wears his new hamburger patterned paper bag on his head.]]

Toshio in a hamburger shop paper bag: That's a very last minute name! Also, I like this new paper bag!!

[[Toshio faces his brothers showing off his new paper bag.]]

Toshio in a hamburger shop paper bag: When you put this paper bag on your head, the "M" turns upside down and looks like a mouth!

Ozo: What's do you mean "pretty last minute"?... Passenger-san. Wanna hear this story? It's hot, why don't we talk more over a cup of iced coffee?

Karatsugu: Heh, let's hear it then! Let's talk about the taboos of this place.

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11

Mod notes: formatting on mobile is SUCH utter garbage. Why is tumblr's site so broken no matter what platform? Like ergonamic design is just FUCK ALL??? What the FUCK is going on with the text button? I HAD TO TAP MULTIPLE TIMES TO MAKE A HEADER? I don't even know??? How to make a readmore??? I cant even color toshio's texts as yellow the fuck??? I dont know how this will look like once posted, but I'll fix it as soon as my laptop gets fixed, if ever! Edit: Guess what? apparently the colors you add on mobile don’t carry over when you edit the post on desktop. This SUCKS.

ACTUAL Mod notes: In case it wasn't obvious, the hamburger shop is a reference to McDonalds, except it's logo is just the "M".

Also it isn't established properly but Ozo is from Akatsuka. His last name Akashika "赤鹿" uses the same kanji as the ones from Akatsuka "赤ツ鹿" Village and Akashika "赤鹿" Station, pronounced the same as the latter, "あかしか".

*Ozo uses the term Botchan which means Young Master, or the only son of a well-off family.

**The specific name of the totally not mcdonalds burger shop is "Matudo" which comes from McDo, Ma-cu-do changing the c to t. This is from the Hesokuri Wars Stage Selection screen.