#finnbin

[finnbin]

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[trekkerac]

In your Frankenghost AU does Stanley *want* Ford to see him? Is the allure of infinite ghost pranking too good?

Also, is there a reason why Stan's stayed around as a ghost and not 'moved on'? Does he have some unfinished business?

ALSO ALSO, does Ford think he's going even more insane because of the tiny ways Stan's 'communicating' with him, or does he think it's Bill's doing?

Sorry for all the questions, I just LOVE this AU so so so much!!! :D

I was at first thinking it was Bill who stopped Ford from seeing Stan, but that kinda limits things a bit too much AND the more i think about it the more i think Stan would probably just not really want him to see him. With the whole bolt in his chest. Plus he doesn't want to encourage the necromancy frankenstein revival, (even if he knows that's a futile effort with Ford not being the type to give up). Plus plus he can't control his visabilty yet, he'd just freak him the hell out. Stan 100% has unfinished business and it's to help Ford. It all stems from that postcard. But that doesn't mean he's not gonna goof off and fool around constantly, boredom is torture and he doesn't know how to help. He'd move on once Ford is ok and stable. And finally, Ford knows he's being haunted since he has the evidence irrefutably recorded. He suspects it's Bill's doing for a longer than he should, but the radio communications has him change his mind to it being Stan. On the sadder side he probably thinks Stan hates him for killing him, so he doesn't try to reach out until he fixes it. There's a bunch of ford stuff i have thought of, but it's sad :( and i just don't like drawing sad stuff as much as goofy stuff.

[ckret2]

When planning your fic did you originally want to write Bill in a female body, or no?

I love the choice, not just because of the design, but also cus it allows us non-triangular readers to more easily understand the dysphoria of being human, through applying Bill's gender as the dysphoric cause

Thank you for sharing your story :)

By the time I came up with this fic idea in general, I'd already very firmly settled on my headcanons for the main elements of Bill's human body—anatomy, skin color, hair color, triangular body shape with skinny noodle limbs.

So when I was first brainstorming the fic, I was only figuring out minor details like chin shape and nose shape and "are the limbs gonna include skinny noodle thighs or am I gonna make him look less goofy and give him normal thighs" and "am I gonna make his hair the obnoxious neon yellow of his real body and the hoodie the more subdued orangy yellow of his brick lines, or the other way around"

[urfaveblackhole]

kyborg from tales from the stinky dragon?? >:3

Kyborg from Tales from the Stinky Dragon is getting sucked into a black hole!

[viscerax]

may I request poly robin & Finn x reader who's a cheerleader?

#1 Fans

The heat of the afternoon created a groggy blanket around you as your cheer practice went on. You were thankful for the light uniform and the flowy skirt that definitely made the heat less miserable.

Despite the heat, there were two people still sitting on the bleachers, watching paitently and intently during each of your performances, clapping and cheering when you landed or balanced perfectly.

Thats what gave you the motivation to not die from heat stroke.

Every practice was like this. Staying late in the afternoons with the rest of the cheersquad, doing your little dance, then walking home with Finney and Robin, not without stopping for drinks from the Grab N Go.

Bot tommorow was the real deal. The biggest basketball game of the year.

And you were a nervous wreck. During this practice, you continued to stumble or trip or fall or lose balance almost every time, taking at least four tries to get a position right. The pressure built up with each failure, and eventually you could barely hold your tears back. This was your first year as an actual cheerleader on a team, and this was your first big game. You were absolutely wrecked.

"5 minutes everyone! Go get some water!" Your coaches booming voice called out, and your posture immediately relaxed. "Y/n. A word."

You tensed up again as you tentatively walked over to your coach. She stood with her hands on her hips, and a clipboard in hand. "Y/n. If you can't fix up your act, im going to have to put you out for tommorows game. This is an important game, and we need our cheer routine to be perfect. We can't have any... loose screws messing with the whole program. So either do better, or sit yourself out. Got it?"

You felt hurt, but you knew she was right. "Yes ma'am." You murmured, struggling to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over.

You turned and walked towards the bleachers, hoping to see Robin and Finn staring at you with wide grins or arms open wide.

But when you didn't see them there, you practically broke down on the inside. Maybe they left because they were embarrassed watching you completely fail.

You sighed and started trudging towards the nearest bathroom. Just as you rounded the corner, you found yourself being greeted with a pair of arms wrapping around you.

Out of reflex, you almost punched your "attacker." But you calmed down when you realized that whoever hugged you in fact was not an attacker.

You opened your eyes to see Finneys fluffy head of brown hair resting on your shoulder. It was a bit surprising, considering Finney was rarely the first one to initiate a hug, but you didn't mind. It was comforting. You wrapped your arms around him and looked back to see Robin "cooly" leaning against the back of the bleachers. Finney let go of you and grabbed your hand. The two of you walked over to Robin, who seemed to have a bit of concerned look on his face.

"Whats wrong today, Y/n? You're all clumsy and shit. You're usually the best one out there." Finney gave you a concerned frown, and a feeling of got weighed down on you, beginning to pull years from your eyes again. Robin immediately noticed your distress and grabbed your free hand, rubbing his thumb over the top of your hand.

"I-im sorry." You sighed and took a shaky breath, trying to wipe away the tears so that your mascara didn't run down your cheeks. Robin sighed and stepped closer, wiping the tears from your cheeks, giving you a soft and encouraging smile. "Its just- tommorow is my first time performing in front of like a whole crowd. What if I mess up? That would be so embarrassing! And then- that would probably embarrass you guys and I would just-" you rolled your eyes. "Ugh! I don't know. Maybe I'm just not built for cheerleading." You frowned, crossing your arms over your exposed stomach.

Finney and Robin exchanged glances before looking back at you.

"You don't really believe that, do you?" Finneys eyebrows were knitted together with concern.

"Yeah, that's bullshit. You're an amazing cheerleader. The best one out there. You've just got some first time jitters. That's normal though. Trust me, you're going to kick absolute ass out there!" Robin smirked and squeezed your hand.

Finney nodded. "Yeah, what Robin said! And besides, even if you mess up, we would never be embarrassed of you. Hell, you could fall and mess up the routine, and me and Robin would still be up there cheering for you. You are the best cheerleader I've ever seen!" Finney had a bit of a goofy smile on his face, and you immediately felt better.

Robin sighed and untied his bandana from around his forehead before tying it around your own. "There. A good luck charm. But you have to give it back after tommorow. You already steal enough of my clothes." Robin teased and you smiled, nodding.

"Thank you, Robin." You placed a kiss on his cheek, smiling and blushing a bit.

"You always steal the spotlight, Robin!" Finney whined in a teasing manner, grabbing your hand again. "I don't have anything cool to give you, Y/n. But I hope this is enough." He murmured before leaning and placing a quick peck on your lips.

Finney was as red as a tomato from the simple action, but you found it endearing. You kissed his forehead before letting out a quick breath and turning to look back at the field where the team was practicing, and most of the girls were already back. You looked back at Robin and Finney. You quickly pulled them into a tight hug. "Thank you, guys." You whispered before letting go of them and quickly running back to the field.

Robin and Finney both looked at eachother, seeming pretty pleased in themselves.

A/N: I love doing these poly requests they are the sweetest things ever </3

[viscerax]

How do you think robin and Finn met/became friends?

Finn and Robin Headcanons

I think they met in 6th grade, while Finn was walking home from school. Finn was being chased by some bullies, probably Moose. Robin saw what was happening and decided to step in. Moose, being the pussy he is, didn't want to fight, and immediately backed off.

Robin decided to walk Finn home from school that day since their routes were similar, and it kind of became a routine after that.

After Robin noticed Finn was getting bullied at school too, he started hanging out with him there too. After awhile, it became less about hanging out to scare off any bullies, and became more about genuinely enjoying his presence.

They started hanging out more often, and having tons of sleepovers. Finn would sleep over at Robins more often then vice-versa because of Finns dad.

I think that when Robin first came over, Finn spent like at least an hour showing Robin all his cool spaceship and astronaut stuff. He had an entire drawer filled of spaceship drawings.

Robin didn't understand a lot of it, but he just sat there and listened to him ramble.

Finn definitely made Robin a few friendship bracelets. I think Gwen taught him how to, and he made matching ones for him and Robin.

Robin wasn't really a bracelet person at that time, but after Finn gave it to him, he never took it off.

Eventually, someone tore it off while he was in a fight, and that fueled his anger even more. Finn had become very good at making the bracelets so it was easy for him to make him a new one.

I feel like Finney started carrying around band-aids and stuff for Robin, but he steals them from Gwen so they're pink or had the Barbie logo on them.

[viscerax]

Finney is watching TV late at night again and low and behold, Texas Chainsaw Massacre starts playing. He watches it, but doesn't remember anything that happened because all he could think about was how much he missed Robin, how, if he focused enough, he could feel robins presence next to him, and how the only thing he can hear is that damned phone ringing in his head, but he can never pick it up.