Welcome to my Tumblr dear users~ I am thepopesyuridiary but i also go by my title of The Pope of Yuri or Yuri Pope. You may call me those or other things like "The Greebler" as it is my terrible FLESH NAME but I enjoy the flavor it leaves inside my felt mouth.
I write smut for those who hate sex for it's sinful nature and revel in the intimacy of the soul rather than the flesh. I also write smut for those who love sex for it's sinful nature and revel in the intimacy of the flesh rather than the soul.
I am the coin, ever flipping.
I will write for my interests which vary and writhe with time. It will be primarily xReader fanfiction and CharXChar.
for questions, concerns, requests or submissions my inbox and submission box should be open and are welcome!
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My Bio
I was birthed before 9/11 but after the cosmic big bang theory.
I am small to fit within your walls, I am in fact kissing your H.V.A.C unit while I do so. But like many things i am vast and non-Euclidean and large enough to fill the vast seas.
The Greebler is Heavy with the weight of the Yuri-ful and Yaoi-riffic sins of man.
And most importantly but lastly I am Half angel- Half demon- Half Muppet. Born out of the gay love of a Muppet angel woman and her nonbinary Muppet demon spouse.
I do not care for the FLESH SIN of humanity or its kin. So I revoke all manner of GENDER from my body. So yes I am a "nonby" or Nonbinary.
My pronouns are: They/Them and i accept being referred to in the third person by my accepted names.
My Hobbies & Interests:
I am a Novice writer on FANFICTION.NET and ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN (AO3). I also post my writings here on tumblr.
Alternatively you can check out my Masterlist for all the fanfictions i've made on EVERY site + easy links to them!!!
My Masterlist
I make my own fanfiction.net cover edits and I find them enjoyable to create. Here they are. I will edit this in time as I make more of them.
here they are:
Livin' that Yume life...
I am also a Selfshipper / Yumeshipper that shares their f/o's!!! I enjoy seeing doubles and do not mind interacting with them or with them interacting with me!!! Please Block Me asap if you're a nonsharing-yume / selfshipper instead of sending me hate!
Or alternatively block my selfshipping tag if you still wish to access my fanfiction work but dont want to see my Yumeshipping. My selfship/yumeship tag is #yuri pope dream journal!
If you wonder who my F/O's are Check my F/O list.
My Fictional Loves, Friends and Family
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#the greebler yaps : non-fic text post
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Big fan of people with really, REALLY obscure f/os. Like yeah man I have no idea who that is but they look decent enough. Yeah man I'd like to see your extremely obscure merch of them from ten years ago. That's cool.
"Hector has it all, you as his loving partner. He's especially living the dream making his art, sculpting masks, writing stories and his poems. Especially his human form, but he still finds himself anxious and bored during the quiet lulls of selling his masks at fairs. His words feel flat, and so does his spirits. So with some encouragement from you, and your grandpa's old guitar. You help Hector pen a new chapter of his life making music, even if the idea sometimes leaves his mouth bitter with unresolved past spats."
Authors Note:
Actually something nice and not sexual for once!
Based off this cool prompt from @dtkfan101 (sorry for the @)
I'm all over the place with the POV this time, Sorry!
But I'm tempted to write a drabble or two based on this timeline afterwards.
With love,
thepopesyuridiary, aka The Greebler
Fanfiction Under cut or if chosen via the link. approx 2.5k word count alternative links: Ao3 Link General
Life with your boyfriend Hector was simple, but very wonderful. It had been weeks, practically months since you had used your "Dateviators" to "realize" him, along with many other objects in the home. His frame was soft and curved now, his face wrinkled as he smiled. His curls framing against his face, bouncy and soft. Human life always has something new and wonderful to him. The beating of his heart never stopped amazing him. Nor did the fact he could touch you grow old either. If he wasn't cupping your cheek with his palm, or holding your hand or pressing his warm fingers to the small of your back. He was working ever so diligently on his tasks, especially if they were tactile.
He loved to feel the grit of the clay as he sculpted the porcelain masks, painting and glazing each one in the kiln. He loved the feeling of his hands gripping the pencil, or tapping against the keyboard as he continued his passions of writing poems and novels of romance. Though he never did get out of the habit of making the main character just like you, and the love interest just like him. It was sweet, when you think about it. Even now, you were still the prime subject of his thoughts. Though the way he mused and tapped away at the keyboard. It was almost rhythmic, and a soft hum would bubble inside of him. It was a simple sweet tune. Occasionally accompanying him reading back the words on the document. Wondering if they made any sense when spoken.
"Sounds like somebody is getting into the rhythm of things" you chuckled, your hands wrapping around his shoulders from behind in a hug. Hector was in your shared office again, tapping away at his keyboard. Your face nuzzled into his soft curls as you looked over at the monitor. It looked like he was drafting up another poem that bubbled and bordered on lyrics. He was always good with words, both spoken and written.
"Ah of course my love.." Hector crooned, using the deep and romantic tone he usually put on when he wanted to be suave. He had used it before, back when he was just an HVAC system. Now no longer it was a mask for him to hide behind. Reduced to a playful voice that he loved to put on when he was feeling theatrical. "Though sometimes I find myself wishing I could do a bit more than just hum. I write my poems but I feel as if there's something amiss.."
"Have you thought about dabbling into music? I know you probably see a lot of those bard types." You found yourself mumbling into his neck. "Especially when you go sell your masks at the fair."
Your breath was warm against his skin, making his hairs prickle and stand up in pleasure. You had a pretty good point in his mind. Selling masks in the renaissance and art fairs did attract many performers and he did quite enjoy listening to their tunes and ballads. It helped with dealing with the boring lull between customers, where he didn't have much to do, other than check his masks, re-check and fuss with displays.
"Oh I'd wouldn't know where to start" He sheepishly chuckled, "Besides I never had a good track record with music." He sighed, his little cat fights with Keyes were weeks ago by now. But the lingering resentment tasted bitter in his mouth.
He never liked how demanding she was, trying to boss him around to get the house 'the perfect temperature'. He hardly ever conceded to her demands. Especially since she never met him half way. Especially not to give him the bare decency of telling him what temperature she wanted in Fahrenheit. The temperature measurement he was set to back then. It was always Celsius or heaven forbid, Kelvin. It would almost always sound like a horrible drastic measurement that sounded like it'd either scald or freeze You, his precious love. Then he would have to go through the trouble of finding his converter. Which considering it'd only be for her sake, it was too much work. His spats with her had spoiled the taste of making music in his mouth. It definitely made something like playing music odd for him. Even thinking about touching the piano in the Livingroom, even though she also realized and didn't inhabit it anymore. It made his mouth taste bitter and metallic from the never-quite resolved memories.
"You sure?" You hummed curiously taking him out of his bitter musing, "I could teach you how to play an instrument. I know a few things about music, though I wouldn't say I'm a maestro.. I just know the basics.. But I could find a video to teach you how to play a lute so you don't get bored during your downtime. I remember you saying something about being bored at those fairs between customers." You said, your words spreading temptation into his mind.
"No no, maybe not a lute." He chuckled. "Those look really uncomfortable to hold. I doubt I could take it to other places aside from a renaissance fair either.. Not without being stared at." Hector admitted, already picturing how clumsy and unwieldy it would be in his arms. Already cringing at trying to take it anywhere else. It was difficult enough trying to leave the house. He hated already having to deal with the shame of being gawked at in public in general. Then to endure it with more prying eyes than usual because of a strange instrument? The mere thought made him feel uneasy and uncomfortable. Making him long to hide back into the ventilation system where he knew it'd be safe and he'd be away from the eyes and whispers of judgement. He felt it, even now, even though he was human and was frankly, too large to fit in the vents. Even if he could, he would probably easily dent them as well. Home ventilation pipes were much weaker and thinner compared to industrial grade vents. Regardless, old habits like that didn't nor could die so easily. So a less... Abnormal choice felt… more appropriate.
"How about a guitar? I like the shape and sound of those. Do you know how to play one of those?" Hector asked, a guitar was simple enough wasn't it? He sees them being played often on the streets, or on the television. Though he's never seen you play one, it never hurts to ask.
"Hm, I know a few basics actually." It was almost convenient that you know so much about music. But it was a delightful and sweet convenience that isn't common in the very inconvenient human world. "My grandfather had one." You mumbled, half paying attention to your own words. "He used to play it during holidays.. Me and the rest of my family would sing along. It was very festive. If you give me a bit, I can ask my mom to see if she knows where it is, so I can teach you. How's that?"
"Oh uh.." Hector didn't expect you to agree, let alone know how to play a guitar. He felt his cheeks blushing in his fluster as he turned his head to look at You. "Yeah! Okay, cool. Yeah.. I will… Let you do that. Thank you my love." He could feel a smile spread across his lips. That sweet, adoring smile You had grown to love so much. The same lips that purse as they pressed against yours as You leaned down to kiss him. Your form rising up, prying yourself from your previous perch as you left the room to go make a few calls. Hector sat there, staring at the word document. Letting out a sigh, going back to typing away on the computer. Eventually he would find the perfect set of letters, the perfect words to say how he was really feeling. And for a while more, he sat there, typing and deleting till his eyes grew tired and his back sore from his less than perfect posture.
The night continued on, as per usual. The nightly routines you both shared was sweet, fulfilling, lulling each other into a peaceful slumber. It wasn't till later in the next day that You had brought over the guitar while Hector spent the day molding and carving and designing more masks. It was a passionate venture for him. Carving the eyeholes and the holes for the stands or the string. A delicate balance between the thinness of being easy to wear and the thickness needed for durability. Liquid clay casting had made the process easier over time, but it still required care and gentleness. Lest he break the frail still wet and soft masks with his mere fingertips.
"Hey Hector, you wouldn't believe what I found at my mom's place." You chimed in as you came home. The clang of your keys clattered onto the table was muffled compared to the clunk of the heavy case of the guitar on the kitchen table. It caught his attention as he descended down the stairs to meet you. His soft curls were still a bit damp from him taking a shower. Having washed away the bits of grime, sweat, dust and slip that stained his arms and face.
"What is it? It's the guitar isn't it?" He asked, looking over the case. With your nod of approval, he opened the case and was greeted with the gorgeous old guitar. It's a bit worn with decades of use, but still lovingly taken care of. "oh wow." He murmured, picking it up, trying to mimic the lute players one hand on the neck, another hand on the body. The weight was surprising to him, much heavier than he thought it would be.
"Here let's put the strap on. It'll help you carry it's weight" you said as you reached over helping him put the guitar strap on. Looping it around his neck to let its weight lay across his chest. He felt his breath hitch in his chest as he saw you get behind him, your hands gently guiding him to a chair. "Well.. actually, it'll be easier to learn while sitting down too." Standing behind him with your arms around his body to help him position his hands.
"First thing you need to learn really, is how to strum the guitar, first go down." You instructed, helping him strum down, a simple sound ringing from the guitar's body. "Then up, then down again. That's the rhythm, down then up and repeat." You murmured, watching him strum up and down again. Hector's face pulled into that little pout again, his brows furrowing as he got used to the skill before looking back up to you for more instruction.
It was like that for a few hours, your body pressed against his from behind as your hands positioned his into the key positions. Guiding him with your chest at the back of his head. His hands were intertwined with yours, pressed against yours, being guided by yours. Your lips against his ear whispering the sweet hidden knowledge of playing a guitar. It was peaceful, watching him get more confident in strumming the guitar. Your encouraging words only spur him more along his path of learning. It all came up to a roaring bubble of excitement as you finally let go of him. Watching as he attempted a chord progression. It wasn't perfect, no, his current skill was still in its larval state. But as he tried anyway, his face pursed in the sheer focus of creation, he does it. and never had a simple sliding chord progression sounded so good. The sound of music, filling the empty stillness of the night.
"Hector, that's amazing!" You exclaimed, wrapping your arms around him with a smile. You couldn't stop your excitement from getting the better of you. Your enthusiasm was boundless and intoxicating to Hector, he returned the smile, wrapping his arms around you with a laugh bubbling from his chest. It was still your favorite sound, though his music was quickly becoming second. Both sounds were so full of love and life. Thankfully the strap kept the guitar from crashing down onto the floor as he let go to hold you in that embrace of excitement.
Over the coming months the world had become less silent. Not with hector practicing whenever he's not busy with work or other hobbies. Much to his romantic nature, you find yourself over and over, being serenaded by him. When you come home, When you leave for work, whenever he sees fit really. Like how his love for you grew with time, so did his little serenades. Going from short, simple strumming to longer, more complex songs. All for You, his angel of music, choosing to delay his performances just a bit later to spoil his beloved a bit more with songs, just for them.
I'm freaking the FUCK out. They're putting, if not already put the AIs into the docs and word programs! I, the Greebler, do not need electrical sheep to dream hallucinate of my works!! I love computers but generative AI does not need to see my work both art nor writing. It shan't feed off mine works. It shan't! I've deleted my works off of google docs. Which makes it more.. difficult to write on the go. (I'm a busy half-angel half-demon half-muppet.) BUT I rest easy tonight. I've archived the raw data in the rich text format and will continue to work on my fiction by using the wordpad. It does not have a processor for spell check but I notice I've gotten fairly good at spelling, both spellsmithing and wordsmithing. I did notice tumblr and fanfiction.net has a spell check that I may use in their document organizers. So I shall be using that again. Much like how I fight against the usage of dongles. (I will hold onto my audio jack devices till I die or they become unusable.) I shall continue to fight against the generative AI and other such worldly evils. In the name of Yuri, Yaoi, and non-labeled love I shall continue on. In the meantime if anyone has some recommendations for free non-ai/anti-ai resources to write. That'd be wonderful. Please reply, or reblog this post to help me. I say free because money is a bit tight for the Greebler at this current moment. But if the current services are paid only, I still would love to hear about them. So that when money is more loose I'll be able to work them into my budget ledgers.
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I am a sharing selfshipper/yumeshipper but The Greebler STRONGLY advises nonsharing selfshippers / yumes block me or block my shipping tag in general just in case!! my tag is #yuri pope dream journal.
Ill change up the list when I want to/can, I'm updating as fast as my little greebler paws will let me!! DO NOT send me hate if you think a lover, friend or family member is problematic. My F/O's aren't perfect and neither is The Greebler. Though honestly I can't stop you either way.
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Lovers:
Doris - Shrek 💍(we got married in 2015, she's cool with me being a self shipper tho.)
Elliott - Stardew Valley
Penny - Stardew Valley
Choco Werehound Brute - Cookie Run
Holly Grayelle aka The Gatekeeper - Toontown Corporate Clash
Number Cruncher - Toontown Online / Toontown Rewritten (to me she's the sexiest cog alive and also a woman. like there's OTHER number crunchers out there, the one specifically I self ship with is a girl.)
Friends:
Ondorus - Rune Factory 3
Tawney C. Esta aka Featherbedder - Toontown Corporate Clash
Belle Dama aka The Mouthpiece - Toontown Corporate Clash (Shes my grandmama)
Skeiths (in general) - Neopets (not the NPCs but the pet versions. ESPECIALLY BABY SKEITH. they hit something in my brain that hard wires as "thats my babuy")
Others / Undefined:
Gaius - Rune Factory 3 (also my dad)
Sherman - Rune Factory 3 (my cool rich uncle)
Prester Virgil aka The Witch Hunter - Toontown Corporate Clash
(My feelings about him vary wildly and yet are blurred. I love him dearly, He is a foe, a lover, an enemy, a friend, my prey, my hunter, my fellow man of the law, my muse and yet so much more. He is none of the previous relationship markers. I haven't been able to stop thinking about him since 2023. I want to kiss him and kill him. I want to tear him limb from limb and let him do the same to me. yet I'll be distraught at him ceasing to exist. I wish to see the sunset with him and serve in court with him to free the PRR from 10000000 years dungeon. My infatuation borders on obsession. I am forever trapped in this toxic, queer, always changing situation-ship with this old ass man.)
They tried to GET THE GREEBLERS ASS! The lord, apparently sayeth that the rapture twas today and tried to drag me to heaven via my little angel demon muppet wings while they blasted their holy horns. The Greebler did NOT expect it to be a full horn band to play "cheeseburgers in paradise" but The Greebler knows the lord works in mysterious, sexy and cheeseburger-y ways. Unfortunately for those who would pray for my ascent into Muppet Heaven or those who have been praying for me to descend into Muppet Superhell, The Greebler stays HERE! I have sacrificed my immortal soul to continue to bring unto you the joys of Yuri, Yaoi and undefined queer relationships with the power of the Muppets. And the greebler will continue to do so from the depths of EXTREME MUPPET LIMBO once my physical body decomposes and my immortal soul (who God knowes not what to do with) gets ushered into EXTREME MUPPET LIMBO. Till then my Greeblerlings, The Greebler shall continue to Greeble and Type on.
The summer turns to fall, hopefully this will mean I, The Greebler, will have more time to write (and finish) all 5 of my work in progresses. Unfortunately for my delicious charXchars i've really gotten into writing charXreader but in the most truly gender neutral of ways. I really ought to consider doing some male readers in the future. They are a dying breed and The Greebler oh so does love their men almost as they love women! I think there is a beauty to to self shipping and i do encourage others to do so. But never fall victim to the ai chat bots and go for the ancient techniques of listening to music while imagining things happen with your f/o!
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