#(this post is about finlay)

[spectralstitions]

me: hasn't properly drawn a particular oc in ~2 years

also me: why tf cant i draw this oc anymore

[radi0gh4stxd]

Finlay. Girlie. If you have the shape in you you're not fine. (All jokes aside habromania is looking gooood) :3

^^^

Professional bullshitter here folks. She’s way too stubborn to let something like some weird shit get in the way of her goal of surviving this.

But yeah, she ain’t doing too well, but lucky her! Her infections origin spot isn’t too close to her head, so she’s ‘safe’ for now. And also, as said, she’s way too stubborn to let The shape get into her head like that and infect her properly. She’s just too cool for that.

However, she ain’t the only one who knows she’s infected…

Yeah, Gibbo knows! I mean, he was with Finlay when it happened. She pushed him out of the way and got the brunt of it instead. He feels guilty for it, and Finlay uses that to make sure he keeps his mouth shut and doesn’t go tattle to the others. She doesn’t like using underhanded tactics like that, but she doesn’t fancy being locked up in her cabin room by the others just because of some measly infection that “didn’t even get on her that much”, her words anyway.

[eldesperadont]

David Finlay: fuck around and find out, too tired to take anybodys shit anymore (see: his Bullet Club.; that upset win over Jay; when he didnt care that Ospreay was crying and went for his throat; when he threw that chair at him lmao; bullying ELP and throwing him out)

Jay White: fuck around and get a false sense of superiority and security and then find out (see: Kenny trying to recruit him; Okada letting this bitch into in CHAOS; EVIL thinking he can take over BC; Tama thinking he can take over BC; Adam Cole thinking he’s sneakier than Jay)

[jencsi]

[julie-finlay]

Finlay Friday

13x07: "Fallen Angels", script extracts

[thatscarletflycatcher]

Yes, yes, we all love the romantic switch from formal address to first name... but Dr. Finlay calling Dr. Neil "David" when they find one of Neil's patients had committed suicide, to ground him, as he's madly distressed, and then never again? That hits differently.

[arx-aru]

not to say the mean thing out loud but. if you like finlay but refuse to portray her limp and use of a walking aid you maybe don't really like finlay so much as the vague idea of a wlw pairing for malenia

and in which case. an oc or something probably better suits you idk. finlay as a character is mostly a blank slate but she like other cleanrots are quite specifically using their spears/scythes as walking aids and was always as a knight afflicted with the rot to some degree(if that was even the source of her limp)

(yeah it's valid to depict her 'before' she got her limp but that's 1. technically baseless conjecture that she ever was a knight without one 2. not reflective of the relative lack of depiction of her with a walking aid as opposed to without(when she's explicitly a walking aid user) and most importantly 3. removing canon disability from a character is stripping away the sparse representation we get in the genre)

[catcas22]

You can tell a lot about the quality of a leader based on the sorts of followers they attract. Prior to his bewitching, Mohg drew the likes of Ansbach, Eleanora, and Juno Hoslow to his banner. Post-bewitching, he got Varre.

Miquella the Unalloyed had Loretta, champion of the downtrodden, and Finlay, classic knight-in-shining armor who might as well be selfless love personified. Miquella the Kind got Leda (affectionate).

[beebear55]

still wakes the deep au posting lets get it

ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE, BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY

basically they drill like normal and head back to the mainland only to find everything is shit and theres ghoulies. oh no

and now doodles/relationships jeje

brodie/raffs stick together 24/7. brodie does not allow raffs to go on scouting/scavenging missions without him, raffs doesnt wanna go on those missions At All. But alas

Also brodie is not the greatest at protecting him

Innes and Muir are. Having suchh a time. theyre both also always together because nobody wants to seperate them (they both have one half of a brain cell and dont function without eachother) and theyre just “DUDE DID YOU SEE THAT” “SEE WHAT” 24/7

trots is in charge of organizing the missions bc nobody trusts rennick and addair to not send the people they dont like (caz) to die. Trots accidentally keeps sending gibbo on every other mission

finlay is the first person to kill a zombie. She picks up a big hunk of Pipe and starts bashing bitches. She then replaces it with a bat she wraps in barbed wire. She’s great. Also gives herself a lil buzz and will not beat the butch allegations about it

Addair is having the worst time because Nobody likes him and he fears they will just leave him to die about that. They wont but he has very low standards for them so. Also everytime he gets upset he “leaves” for 5 minutes and then runs back in and goes “IM JUST AN OLD MAAANN DONT LEAVE ME TO DIE PLEASE” nobody is amused

Rennick is constantly upset about no longer being In Charge and Roper likes bothering him about it. Rennick keeps going “well I THINK—“ and roper goes “who? Asked you”

Alex, Sunil and Davros are on the night watch since its safer than going on missions. sunil is terrified and alex and davros are nonchalant as hell. Also nobody is Actually watching (which spells disaster)

Caz and Roy both have lots of braincells but get nothing done together. They cancel eachother out. Sorry.

Caz makes sure they raid a bunch of hospitals for insulin and threatens anyone who suggests leaving roy behind <3 and roy rations/makes the food obviously

Scooby and Caz are also A Duo to me. Scooby and Caz were both into zombie rpgs/shooters when they were younger and they are not taking this apocalypse as seriously as they should about it

IIII AM CRINGE AND IM FREEE

[aromantisk-fagforening]

a word of positivity for my fellow men (and nonbinary ftnbs) who want bottom surgery

you don't have to live with bottom dysphoria all your life. go get that surgery. post-op dick is so cool. don't feel like you aren't allowed to get it, it's your body.

some media recommendations

I haven't read it myself, but I saw this recommended here: Hung Jury by Trystan T. Cotten. It’s a collection of testimonials from FtMs who have had bottom surgery, including their reasons, details about some of their procedures, and individual satisfaction ratings, and it includes testimonials from several trans men of color!

on Tumblr I know the user virgo-cocks posts about their bottom surgery.

on YouTube I know Jammidoger posts about his bottom surgery (and other trans stuff)

subreddits: r/EverythingPhallo and r/ftm_phallo

if anyone has any other recommendations please add on

(not verified by me), suggestions:

@ Answersfromtheshadows, dedicated to answering questions about their phallo

FinnThelnfinncible (Finlaygames) has a series of videos about his experience with phallo over the years

edit 2: another suggestion

finlay games wrote a book about his experience getting phallo titled "top to bottom"

edit 3:

r/Metoidioplasty is another great subreddit about bottom surgery!

edit 4:

tumblr user nyo-hoho is also post-op and accepting questions

edit 5:

r/phallo is apparently back up!

edit 6:

I just remembered phallo dot net and metoidioplasty dot net exist

[thesleepyfable]

~ SWTD: Still Here AU Part 6 ~

Rennick's Comeuppance:

And here we are. The last chapter to wrap up this 'Lifting the Fog' Arc. Yes, I'll keep writing more in the future but I have art to post and I want to focus on my own writing. Thank you to everyone who's continued to read these chapters, and I hope you enjoy!

TW: Blood.

Part 7:

'Oi, McLeary!' Muir called. 'Give Rennick a good kick up the arse.'

Caz wasn't going to give Rennick a good kick up the arse.

Along with Brodie, he hid behind a filing cabinet and waited for Rennick to pass. When they arrived into Administration, Caz could feel something. It didn't cause a splitting headache or his vision to blur, but he assumed it to be The Shape trying its best to tempt him. Neither saw Rennick turn. As far as they were concerned, the old fud was happily tucked away in his office before trying to get to the helipad. That must have been his point of infection. They had noticed The Shape reaching over the handrail, but not much. Rennick must have touched it by accident then fell when the rig began to shake. In a twisted way, turning saved his life, and that wasn't in Caz and Brodie's plan.

They just wanted to find Rennick, drag him to Accommodation and get a verbal beat down by everyone there. Gregor was gone, Davros was missing and even if they didn't like Rennick, they had to try. Caz had brought Trots back from the brink. Douglas found Gibbo and Innes with Muir. Unknown to them, O'Connor had a role to play with Addair. Now, it was Rennick's turn. There was just one problem. No one knew anything about him, nor did anyone like him. Could the reflection trick be enough? Apparently not, because they either heard a mirror or a glass door shatter and Rennick scream in frustration which bled into disgust. He gagged and began to hyperventilate. The pair almost felt bad for him, until he turned back to blind rage and broke into the wall.

They left their hiding spots, awkwardly clambered over the collapsed door that kept them safe and followed the destruction Rennick left in his wake. The further apart they were, the less Caz could sense him.

'The state of this place...'

The men's eyes constantly moved in all directions. Caz looked over his shoulders at the slightest noise. Brodie stared at the floor for any glass they could avoid. Both awkwardly shuffled pass a piece of the discoloured Shape in single-file. It was eerily quiet. Had Rennick gone into the under rig? Or was he lying in wait?

Caz turned his head. He could sense Rennick to the left. Looking through a giant hole in the wall revealed the site manager, standing in a crumbling office, where its outerwall had been bulldozed, allowing the cold yet crisp air in. He grabbed Brodie's shoulder and nodded in the direction. A shiver ran up their spines. They watched Rennick stare out to the sea with a distant look in his eyes. Seemed he's tired himself out.

'Stay here.' It was no secret that Brodie was someone Rennick respected to some degree. He never had been called to the office in the six years he's been stationed at The Beria for the insults. The only time he has was to introduce Raffs and make sure he signed the correct paperwork. If anyone had a chance to talk to him how Douglas did for Gibbo, it was Brodie. Or Finlay, but she wasn't here.

'Rennick?' The older man instantly turned and stared at the diver who held his hands up to show he wasn't going to hurt him. Not like he could. 'It's okay. But, can you move away from the edge? This place is falling apart.' Right on cue, a piece of the ceiling landed between them. Rennick stared. 'It's me. It's Brodie.'

'Yes, I know it's you, you pillock. Stop talking me to like I'm some fuckin' wild animal!'

Well, that was unexpected. The fog had already been lifted from Rennick. His voice hadn't been tainted by The Shape trying to copy him. He showed chronic pain, but all of the infected did during and after being brought back from the brink. Brodie began to relax, or as best as he could when your boss could literally eat you alive.

'Okay, that's good. Look, everyone's meeting up in Accommodation. Archie and Roper are taking care of the rescue.'

'As they fucking well should.' He huffed and noticed Caz poking his head around the corner. Anger quickly boiled to the surface as Rennick pushed pass Brodie in the most gentle way he could. 'You have some fuckin' nerve still being here, McLeary.'

'Well, I wasn't gonna swim back to Scotland now, was I?'

Brodie game him a look. It basically said 'Please shut up and let me handle this,' but Caz didn't notice.

'I still expect you to fuck off when we get back to shore. Do you underst-'

'What the fuck is your problem?!' And there goes any little progress Brodie made. 'We practically keep this rig afloat day and night, whilst you stay nice and cosy in your little cabin. The only time you see us is to give us lip. And look us now. Even after we hit whatever the fuck that is out there, you're still hiding away whilst we do all the work. You told me you had more hairs on your fat crack that can bring more positive contributions, so fuckin' prove it!'

Silence.

All the colour in Brodie's face vanished. Rennick glared. Caz glared back. Even the sea fell quiet.

'...I told you to go, McLeary.' Rennick's voice twisted. He began to snarl between his words and contorted his face.

'Rennick, don't!' Brodie's words fell on deaf ears.

Caz took a quick glance in the direction of the door. If this was going to get Rennick outside, then so be it.

'I'LL MAKE YOU FUCKIN' GO!'

Caz didn't wait to hear the end of Rennick's sentence. He turned and ran. With a roar, Rennick followed. Brodie ducked and held his head as more ceiling tiles fell around him. He watched the pair leave. 'Rennick, stop. Rennick!'

You could say this was a bad idea. Why bring Caz along when Rennick was rightfully pissed he had used The Beria to hide from the police since August? Well, in all honesty, no one wanted to go. Plus, Caz had hoped whatever was happening would be enough of a distraction. What Caz didn't take into consideration was the fact he used The Beria to hide from the police since August.

Rennick followed Caz with little thought. He didn't stop to think that he was luring him outside. He crashed into walls at tight turns, smashed the interior windows and trampled chairs. A tendril set off the fire extinguisher that bounced off the walls and nearly hit Brodie, who was falling behind as he had to navigate the floors to not fall through.

The double doors were in view. Caz picked up the pace. Rennick's screams of frustration could be heard outside. Archie and his crew, Roper and the rest of Marine Control and Engineering, everyone on Deck and some in Accommodation turned in the general direction. They all knew and nearly everyone's face turned as white as a ghost. The last thing they needed was for Rennick to be infected. They screamed for Caz as he appeared, nearly falling as he made a sharp turn along the catwalk to his right. His body got low as he turned with a slide. Rennick, still with tunnel vision, smashed into the railing that caused his infection. The railing bent under his weight and he nearly fell with it, but he regained hit 'footing' and followed. Brodie still had the long corridor to get through. Every step had to be perfectly calculated.

Caz could feel Rennick practically breathing down his neck. He was too close. The old man was fast. Getting down the ladder, let alone to it impossible. In a sudden act of desperation, he grabbed the railing and jumped. He didn't think how high the fall would be, just as long as he gained some distance. A tendril from Rennick reached out to pull Caz back, but another caught him first. A tendril from Muir wrapped around Caz's waist and pulled him to safety, landing between the group. It all happened so fast, when he touched the ground, the leccy fell to his knees as he tried to catch his breath. 'Let's not do that again,' he told himself.

Innes patted his shoulder and with O'Connor, pulled the man up.

There wasn't anytime to talk. Caz didn't have time to register Addair before they all felt a bang. Rennick jumped onto the Deck and stared at Caz with a wild look in his eyes, also catching his breath. He didn't show it, but he realised how he'd been tricked to come out of hiding. He glanced at everyone he could see. A part of him was relieved he wasn't the only infected. Compared to Addair and Muir, he started to feel less disguisted with himself. At least he still had his head and his organs weren't exposed.

'Not bad, McLeary.' Brodie watched from the catwalk. 'Not bad.' He felt all eyes on him. There was no reaction. No one going to comfort him or even ask if he was alright. Just staring with empty or angry eyes. Rennick remained strong, but he could tell this was a losing battle. 'What?!' He snapped and turned to his left where O'Connor and his group stood with Roper above. He turned to the right. 'Don't you dare look at me like that. I'm not the one who got us into this shit. I'm not the one who activated the drill. If you want someone to blame, then you should all be looking at Gibbo, or Roper. They're the ones who decided to drill through this stuff.' Everyone stared. They could tell Rennick was grasping at straws. Anger bubbled. Trots and Gibbo made their way down to the Deck. 'I'm the one giving you all a roof over your heads. The one who makes sure you have money to pay your bills or send back to your families. And this is how you thank me? By turning me into this thing?! I should fire each and every one of you-'

A tendril slapped Rennick across the face, with such force his head jerked to the side, leaving a deep cut. With one of his 'arms' he touched it and noticed his blood dripping. He turned. It was Gibbo. The man had a both a hurt and angered look in his eye. He was trying to hold back his tears.

'Because of you...' He tried to be strong, but he began to cry. The chain was still wrapped around a tendril. 'My boy has to see his father look like this for the rest of his life!' Rennick gritted his teeth.

'Get to fuck, Gibson! It's your fault that oil got on y-' Another slap from Gibbo. This time, it cut above Rennick's eyebrow and this time Rennick didn't fight back. He felt everyone's eyes on him. His usual tactics of verbally abusing his crew into making themselves carry the blame wasn't working. A sense of anxiety spread across his body. It tensed and Rennick couldn't bring himself to look away from the floor. He kept one eye covered from Gibbo's cut. His lips tightened and turned in on themselves. His breath became shaky. Rennick wanted to be sick. There was no convincing. The King had lost his followers and his Empire was in ruins.

'Stop looking at me! Stop it. Don't you dare look at me like that. Go away. Go away!' The words flooded his mind. He didn't know who it was, but hearing footsteps was enough. He turned and dashed across the Deck, before climbing back to Administration, nearly hitting Brodie as he vanished over the building.

Silence.

There was no cheers. No one said anything. To answers your question, it was Roper's footstep that caused Rennick to leave. Trots placed a hand on Gibbo, who didn't feel guilty at all for slapping his boss twice. In fact, he felt relieved. It felt good. Still didn't stop his tears. Caz shared a glance up to Brodie who gave a thumbs up before climbing down the ladder. Archie and Roper exchanged a look. The pilot nodded and moved back to the helipad, ready to fly back to the mainland to enforce an emergency rescue. Finlay turned and noticed.

'Oi, you lot. Is it supposed to be doing that?'

The Shape had now gone completely grey. It's pulse stopped. Then it began to crumble. Slowly flakes chipped away, before pieces no bigger than a finger nail followed at a much faster pace. Everyone on The Beria. D Oil Rig watched The Shape disintegrate into a dust cloud. The wind carried it back to sea, leaving only the dust inside to be swept up by someone later.

A sensation came over Caz. He held his head, but passed it off as him removing his hard-hat to run a hand through his hair. Since being rescued by Brodie and Douglas, he had a splitting headache and blurred vision whenever he got close to The Shape and the infected. He could faintly hear Suze calling for him like a song, but since the rig began to shake, it all seemed to stop. All he could feel was the presence of the infected. What he just felt was The Shape finally being put to rest. He was free from its grasp.

'It's...dead.'

For a brief moment, the infected waited to be turned back into their human form, but to no avail. A crushing blow. On the bright side, seeing whatever The Shape was dissappear was a huge weight off everyone's shoulder.

'...What now?' Trots asked. Caz shrugged and put his hard-hat back on.

'Well, we do have a darts tournament to finish.'

[finlay-papers]

CAZ HCS⁉️ 😨😨

(Nobody saw I posted this accidentally.)

(NSFW hcs coming soon, be fucking ready.)

— He's 51 during the events of the game, met Suze when they were teens, and met Roy through a friend of a friend of Suze's during their younger adult years

— He worked as an electrician on mainland, he did know a few things on oil rigs beforehand from mainland workers and the crew seen in-game (Roy mainly), before even thinking of agreeing to come along to escape the pigs

— Roy was his wingman, wholeheartedly, and the best man, hence why Caz, and Suze, chose Roy to be their daughters' godfather

— Caz is very numb in specific parts of his body, fingers and legs mainly, due to both being a former boxer and being all over electricity

— Caz has curly hair, not extremely curly but it's curly, and reaches to his shoulders due to not having legal time to get a haircut, and because Suze seems to like it longer

— On more biographical information, his eyes are green-hazel with speckles of gold

— Aside from Roy, Caz is decently close with the others on the crew, aside from Rennick and Addair, of course

— He has an odd fear of most things engineering, hence why he complained about needing to fix the fuse, and really anything he had to do lower and lower on the rig

— Due to the numbness in most of his body, he has multiple scars and gained multiple during the events of the game

— He has a little trinket box with jewelry in it, serving to keep papers of whatever sort in place and jewelry intact

(Angst‼️)

— He stayed by Finlays side till she was entirely death, pulse and breathing gone, because he didn't want her to die alone, unlike everybody else and himself.

— He has two beauty marks on his philtrum

— He has prominent acne surrounding his cheek and lesser reddened acne on his forehead/temples

NSFW hcs before 2025... 😈🙏

[genderkoolaid]

in the interest of combating misinformation about phalloplasty, uhhh, i heard there's a whole erective apparatus one can get installed that sounds entirely unappealing for me to have but afaik it's the only option

was i lied to? do i actually not have to have foriegn objects jammed in (to me) uncomfortable places to get an erection?

Until the day comes that we can recreate erectile tissue, erectile devices are the only way to create an erection with phallo. They use the same things people with natal penises use when they have erectile dysfunction. However, there is company working on making products specifically for trans people, though they aren't available in the US yet.

There are ones that are external, and then the internal ones you are describing. There are two different types of internal EDs: a semi-rigid rod that (in the words of my friend) you can move around like a pipe cleaner, and a pump which allows you to go from soft to hard. You should also check out phallo.net's How Penile Implants Work to get a sense of the process and the differences between types.

I would recommend reading people's experiences with EDs to get a better sense of whether or not an implant is something you would want. r/phallo is a good place for that, and you can also read Finlay Games post on his experience 9 months post-op. The implant is definitely not a requirement for getting phalloplasty.

[eldesperadont]

I absolutely get if a wrestler’s work is not for you, if you simply dont enjoy them, literally got nothing to add to that, we all have different opinions and tastes - but on the narrative side of things I‘ve been incredibly amused and annoyed lately with some peoples reaction to David Finlay

most and foremost: all knock-off Jay White comments. They are so funny to me cause yeah. The leader of a group that has always been a collective of bitter pathetic awful guys who are frustrated with how they are treated and make it everybody elses problem, is a jealous douchebag taking advantage of his biggest rivals and former best friends loss. Pathetically trying to outdo Jay but inevitably just turning into something like him. That seems to be the whole point. And for me personally a story im intrigued by - if you arent then 🤷‍♂️

Like, once again just talking about the narrative side, this is not about the booking business side of things, can i remind yall that Kenny and Jay and Devitt literally went through the same violent emo phases cause they were jealous of a partners success and supposed lack of attention from the company? And only saw their way out through taking advantage of BC? Its a whole thing lmao.

My overarching point to all of this is: im not surprised that guys on reddit that are looking towards Bullet Club for sth that isnt there right now are not being satisfied lol, AJ Styles fans pls switch the channel or open the archives if Styles era BC is what you wanna see, its been over 8 years.

Also a specific example cause i just saw it: people being like “why isnt someone like Gabe the leader”, listen to me. listen closely: you are watching story, a narrative! Thats ongoing!! There’s a reason why these young guys who graduated their dojos not that long ago are listening to this older dude who may not look as cut and lean as them, but who graduated before they even got here, who’s telling them what they wanna hear, is a 4th generation wrestler, and has Gedo on his side. (I know the old small bastard’s a meme but in text he still mentored both Okada and Jay to their success!) Please I’m begging these people to watch this story medium with its story in mind!!!!

[jencsi]

Finlay Friday

[julie-finlay]

Finlay Friday

13x08: “CSI on Fire”, script extracts. Pt. 4/4.