#convo;finn

[silliestballbreakerfourteen100]

okay im obsessed with simon from adventure time and in fionna and cake now too, especially him and betty!

[huntrcssqueen]

Plot ⇥ surfing competition!

Starter for ⇥ @sevcnminutcs

Before the competition, Ripley liked to get a couple waves in and being the day before it meant that she had all the time in the world. She went to a move secluded area as others weren't around. She'd already been out for about two hours when she came into the shores to grab a drink of water. ❝ And here I thought I was the only one surfing here today. ❞

[flippyplush]

hey everybody how we doin…

[g-top]

please hear me out

[madiiscn]

closed: @finn-brooks location: madison's house

Madison loved him.

He was everything she'd wanted in a man - he could see past her riches and her beauty, and would happily dive into whatever lay beneath. He expressed his admiration for her, he cared about her wellbeing, and she was almost certain that he would do anything she asked of him.

What was the catch?

She'd never gotten this far with a boy from Aurora Bay, and suddenly she had no more need to chase him and she felt... stuck, almost as though she were on pause. She couldn't move forward and declare how much she liked him because that would scare him off, but they were too far to rewind and go back to just being friends with the added bonus of benefits. It scared her, because one wrong move and she might blow this all up like she were stood on a minefield... again.

It'd take everyting she had to not subconciously sabotage this great thing that was developing between them, and unfortunately, she didn't have much confidence in her ability not to.

Sat across from him, she stared at his features, but not registering the words that were leaving his mouth. She was waiting for the silence to fall, wondering when she can ask the question.

Are you my boyfriend?

She wondered if she even should.

Could you love me one day?

He once told her not to hold her breath over the idea that he would fall hopelessly in love. She supposed things change, but the memory still lingered.

In the end, she couldn't take it and she had to dismiss those thoughts entirely before they consumed her, and she was suddenly the insecure clingy girl who'd become overly attached.

"Shut up." She said bluntly, raising her hand to gesture that his chosen topic of conversation was now off the table. She needed to talk about something else, something interesting... something that won't bore her to death, something all about her that didn't have to do with falling in love with Finn Brooks.

"So this guy's messaged me saying my brother owes him a lot of money. I think its something to do with drugs, I don't know." She sighed, frustrated. Damn it, Jake. Still causing problems when he wasn't even around. "But now apparently it's my problem. Is someone going to put a hit out on me? Like I did not sign up to star in a realistic Goodfellas." She'd never seen the movie, for all she knew it had a happy ending. "He wants two grand."

She wasn't necessarily scared for her life, surprisingly, it was more of an inconvenience for her.

"This loser couldn't even spell properly, so I called him an illiterate fuck." Of course, Maddie. Insult the drug dealer.

[nightlss]

at the great pyre w/ finn @weorold

the fire was blazing, the great pyre's heat was comforting. axsel stood before the pyre, thinking whatever or not he had enough strength to stand before it to mourn his sister again. maybe he should drink first— no, he knew that was wrong and walked closer to the pyre.

hearing familiar footsteps appearing next to him, axsel chuckled "she would've scolded me if i drank first before coming to honor her." knowing that only finn could hear and then raised his head to look at the sky, to fight the burning in his eyes. he will not cry in front of all these people who have their own mourning and celebrations to do.

just like when they set her body on the boat and let her sail to her journey to valhalla, axsel smiled sadly. "i will see you again, sister. not before i sent whoever did this to you so you could make them pay." he mumbled quietly, taking a deep breath before turning to finn, putting a hand on his shoulder. "do you wish to make an offering before we head inside? i see ale in our future, maybe i'm to finally become a seer." he joked, trying to make light in front of a place where memories were bubbling.

[xtinyslip]

❝ it stinks. it stinks like death. ❞

"well, i can assure you that stench you speak of isn't me." he offered finn an endearing smile. did he know about the capture of will graham? perhaps. did he know exactly where the other was? well, of course. although, it was interesting to watch how finn was reacting to the news. even if they never shared an actual conversation about it. reed could watch people, he knew how too. "i may be a mind reader of sorts but i'm afraid you're going to have to be a tiny bit more specific for me?" @fcrafcrtnight

[imogen-rhitt]

Text :: Imogen & Finn

Imogen: Real talk Imogen: Do you think I should dye my hair? Imogen: Also you want to hang out? Theo is at work and i'm kinda bored. I wasn't well earlier so I stayed home but i'm feeling a bit better now @finneganbarclay

[liquidstar]

april fools is over so now im going to be slash srs instead of slash j. im going to post a little excerpt from one of the oc writing practices ive been doing :) again im not super experienced for a variety of reasons but im doing my best here.

but im going to try and put my self conciousness to the side (thats probably an important part of the practice too, right?) since this isnt final version either way, i can just say im sharing a WIP! so for now it will go the way of most of my other oc stuff..... under the cut

the only context you need is that this would be the opening scene for the story. if i post others i'll have to give more context bc most of them are taken from the middle of something. anyway here goes:

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“I love you

I've loved you since the beginning

From when you were only stardust

To when you will rejoin the stars

When everyone will be together again

Understand, you don’t simply live in the universe

You are part of it, taking on a form uniquely alive

You are the universe giving love back to itself

I love you so much”

“Wait!!!”

A lone girl jolts awake, crying a plea into the empty air. Tears stream down her cheeks, as she calls for someone she doesn't know. Her heart aches with a nameless yearning that fades with the memory of her dream. Still, against her will, the emotions linger. A profound sense of love consumes her, an agonizing, grieving love, meant for her. She sighs and wipes away her tears. It was an absurd dream, a ridiculous notion.

As her conscious mind clears, she takes in her surroundings; a forest drowned in the pale blue light of dawn. Her sleeping bag, now encased in dew, was laid on the cold grass. She sits for a while, gazing at the faint sliver of the rising sun’s glow with an indistinct expression, and eventually stands up.

The lone girl begins her daily routine by braiding her hair. With a wave of her hand, she freezes dew on a rock, creating herself a mirror. Her fingers carefully weave her brown locks into a braid, now adorned with a snowflake clip and a scarlet ribbon. She throws on a long blue half-skirt over her shorts, matching her shirt. She forces on a pair of black boots and cuffs on her arm. Lastly, she grabs a moon-themed spear, and she's ready for the day.

Before setting off, she made sure to pack all her belongings, including her numerous hand-drawn maps and a compass. However, she also stops to look into the bag deeper, foolishly expecting to find something new. Instead, she only sighs, "Still no food."

She puts on the backpack and trudges forward anyway, ignoring the hunger pains as best she can. She hums to keep herself distracted.

As she walks, the trees tower above her, shrouding the horizon and taunting her. Birds occasionally fly into view, but seem to disappear in an instant. She wonders if her eyes are playing tricks on her.

The lone girl scribbles on her maps, trying to record a labyrinth of identical tree trunks and twisted paths. This proves useless, as this elliptical forest has her going in circles. Exasperated, she fidgets with her compass, only to see the needle is frantically twitching around. She presses it gently to her forehead and quietly complains, “Don't tell me you're broken…”

Her train of thought was cut short by the sudden sound of running water, so loud she can’t fathom how she’s only now begun to hear it. She decided to put off one problem for another. Following the sound through some shrubs, she quickly finds the source.

Her spear at the ready, she approaches the stream. Scanning its depths for signs of fish, she walks cautiously. Her posture was awkward, her expression was uncertain, betraying her lack of experience. She held her spear to her chest with both arms as she encroached the water’s edge.

She inhales in preparation, removes her skirt and boots, and enters the water with slow, careful steps. The very surface of the stream begins to freeze as it makes contact with her skin. Tiny, thin crystals of ice form as she steps further in. Breathing deeper, as she tries to control the frost, she makes her way to the center of the stream. She stands waiting for fish.

Rather than throwing her spear to hunt, like the intended purpose, she stabs at the water. She’s not good at this, however, and only ends up scaring other potential prey away. She makes several attempts at this but is unsuccessful each time. Refusing to quit, her repeated strikes become more desperate and uncoordinated with each failure. Her growing frustration only makes the water freeze deeper, eventually solidifying around her legs. She yelps, now in a panic, and begins to frantically stab at the ice to free herself.

A mess.

Escaping this ordeal, the lone girl abandons any further attempt at fishing. It probably isn't her calling anyway. She trudges on, lost, wet, cold, and hungry.

She looks at her compass again, her face reflecting in its glass. “You're broken,” she tiredly states, as she feels her eyes begin to well with tears.

“No! No no no! Don't cry! Don't cry Polaris,” The lone girl, Polaris, reassures herself, “Last time you cried you froze your eyelids shut, and that really hurt,” She whines aloud.

Polaris takes a deep breath, slaps her cheeks, and swallows her tears. She elects to follow the river, her only hope of escape, pursuing the promise of a village just beyond this enigmatic forest. She daydreams of a warm meal in a cozy restaurant, and maybe a cold desert too. A glimmer of determination returns to her stride, as she continues her hum from before.

[itissadbutitsmy-artblog]

something about how the before-there-was-anything-there-was-darkness-and-before-there-was-darkness-there-were-MONSTERS monsters are always this specific yellow when you see them blaine’s just miserable because their friend ate the ichor of one of said monsters and died about it. ;)

pink hat: oh-- blaine: What. pink: your aura is, like, terrible now

blaine: .... okay. larry: why would you say that?? pink: it's all yellow now

blaine: yellow's a happy color..

pink: not THIS yellow it's a deep, oily yellow- larry: oh, stop-

pink: THE COLOR OF MONSTERS

larry: are you calling them a monster??? pink: no i'm just saying there's like, monsters in their soul and bones,

[r0bee]

Where are the fics of Stanley and Arthur talking to Sean as older queer people to a freshly realised queer person please I need themmmmm pleaseee

[mxmoth]

THE JUDGMENT DAY on WWE RAW | 5-6-24

[trcvis]

closed: @finn-brooks location: tidal wave music

"You got any Van Halen?" He shouted over to Finn, amidst browsing through the records, flipping through the catalogue with his finger. "Points if its For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge."

[ruinedsoulsrp]

Starter for @huntrcssqueen - plotted

Emma couldn't help as she laughed at the other's story of the most recent date he had been on. The two had become fast friends as the hospital she worked at was the one in which his department typically brought patients. "I don't understand how you always find yourself in situations like that." she teased.

[madiiscn]

closed: @finn-brooks location: nye's ball

"Do you think I'm the prettiest person here?" Madison asked, as she ran a hand over her aptly pink coloured ball gown, that matched the light rose blush that subtly adorned her cheeks. She knew she was a contender for the title, but she couldn't shake that deepset insecurity that she wasn't good enough. At least in her own eyes.

"I was going for Glinda meets Barbie, and some would say they're practically the same thing.. but I'll have you know, they are entirely different!"

Her arm wrapped around his, as she glanced around the room. "At least I know I have the most handsome guy here. You better stick to me like glue around midnight." A cautionary finger came up, to point towards his face. "If I so much as find you anywhere near Lucky Lewis or any other scoundrel of Aurora Bay, you will be spending your new year buried on the beach."

A pause.

"In several places."

[iah-yang]

Excited for the latest event, Iah walked into the ballroom, his red ballgown flowing around him. Every time the castle had another celebration, he made a point to dress his best.

Moving through the crowd, he greeted those he knew until he saw someone covered in pink. "Wow! You look amazing!" Quickly, he realized it was Finn and he smiled. "I didn't know you would wear something like this!"

@familiar-finn