#finlay answers

[jencsi]

Silly Saturday

[tomoleary]

Virgil Finlay “The $64,000 Answer” (undated) Source

[trailshome]

How would everyone react to a feral!child mc? Like the bites ankles and hands kind?

Finlay: Has one of those backpacks with the tether on it and makes mc wear it lol or, alternatively, wraps them up in a sling across their back so they can't get away. Casts stern glares over their shoulder at child!mc and threatens them with time out (haha)!

Lesilfae: Doesn't. He is made of stone, a mere marble statue set against a raging storm. nothing shall shake him... until MC bites him. Then MC becomes someone else's problem. Miettie's {Mietty? oh no, I forgot how to spell their name...} probably.

Galeon: Laughs about it, and says that the MC is just playing even tho they've taken a chunk out of someone. Pats the MC on the head and gently scolds them, "play more gently" and all that -- promises to heal MC's 'victim' if they get too "rowdy".

Hollond: "No, no, we aren't doing that today." gets them soft toys to chew on, not dissimilar to teething rings. Is not opposed to sicking them on people they don't like. Mc doesn't dare bite them because Hollond WILL bite back to teach them a lesson, "Not so fun, is it?"

Greta: Lol so chill about it. Likes to laugh when the MC bites people and cackles like mad when the MC tries to bite her (good luck). Also sicks MC on people, probably more as a threat but like. She can very easily be swayed by MC's puppy eyes and Big Feral Energy. If her sibling wants to bite, let them bite!

[valkyurii]

it's very strange indeed. And if if there's only 1 super obscure clue that Gowry adopted the girls, then okay fine I may understand it. But there're several obvious ones.

Polyanna is a summon for O'Neil, and she's called "Adopted daughter".

"Well, I'm the one who found her." He says this after he "fixes" the needle. So fairly early in the quest, he's already established his identity.

"Since Malenia fought Radahn, and the great scarlet flower blossomed in Aeonia, I have dedicated myself to her." He says this after the pc gives Millicent the prosthesis. He is obsessed with Malenia after the bloom. So a romantic relationship that resulted in offspring can't have occurred before that.

Come on. If the girls were from Malenia's union with Gowry, why do they all look like her only? They're not some natural-born quintuplets that's for sure.

There is nothing romantic in his dialogue. He refers to Malenia by name, as Millicent's mother, "precious Empyrean" or "goddess of scarlet rot". He sees her as a god to worship.

And very importantly, why on earth would Malenia *want* rot offsprings? Which part of the game tell us this?

Lastly, a more casual note. While Fromsoft does deal with dark and messed up themes, why would they ship their beloved poster girl with Gowry? Fromsoft *didn't* call Malenia determined in 10 different ways and develop an entire questline to return her sense of self, just to turn around and ship her with someone who goes against her entire existence.

It is strange and I honestly don’t know where it comes from to be honest. Why are people so into the idea of him and her anyway? Or the other creep for that matter. Both of them worship the rot and despite Marais’ devotion to her I honestly doubt she even likes him that much given how unbelievably weird he is about her. She tolerates him because he provides a service, but in her head she’s thinking about beating the shit out of him. When you think about it she didn’t have a very good time coming down south. First dealing with this guy, and then Godrick. She must have the patience of a saint.

But back to Gowry, yeah the whole thing is kind of ridiculous. Like you said why would they even pair her with someone who wants her to bloom and become the very thing she hates? I know these games don’t give us much context at times, but they certainly gave us enough in this case to understand what’s going on. I mean the characters quite literally tell us. I don’t know maybe they mash through the dialogue and then make it all up in their heads to satisfy their own unhinged theories. You know, like they do with everything else in this game.

[julie-finlay]

finn/power tools vs finn/denali

Denali has a very special place in my heart for giving us this:

But Finn/power tools is my OTP, I just

dsjknkjnsndkjankns

h e r 🥰

[fightlikeafinlay]

Happy birthday, dude.

Thanks, Dan.

[jencsi]

Silly Saturday

[reputayswift]

INTO FOLKLORE: a folklore, evermore, & ttpd narrative playlist

The lives of several interconnected townspeople play out alongside their folkloric counterparts, answering the question: can we write our own endings…or are we destined to repeat the past?

insp. 1 2 3 4 5

[listen here] [visuals here] [follow along below↓]

CHAPTER 1: THE ROAD TO THE LOOKOUT 🛣️

gold rush -> exile -> chloe or sam or sophia or marcus -> this is me trying -> i hate it here -> epiphany -> hoax -> the prophecy

APRIL. James abandons a belated love confession over a misunderstanding at prom. Betty explores the folklore surrounding the local lookout, where a spirit still awaits her exiled lover.

CHAPTER 2: CLOSETS OF BACKLOGGED DREAMS 🎥

seven -> robin -> my boy only breaks his favorite toys -> peter -> coney island -> champagne problems -> the bolter -> marjorie -> clara bow -> thank you aimee -> the 1 -> dorothea -> i can do it with a broken heart -> mirrorball

MAY. On the precipice of graduation, aspiring actress Dorothea contemplates a proposal from her childhood sweetheart. 1950s television personality Marjorie Finlay faces a similar dilemma.

CHAPTER 3: FOREVER IS THE SWEETEST CON 🛸

cowboy like me -> I can fix him (no really I can) -> the tortured poets department -> peace -> august -> down bad -> loml

JUNE-AUGUST. James and August indulge in a whirlwind summer romance while hiding their true intentions. In the Summer of Love, two con-artists finally meet their match: each other.

CHAPTER 4: PROMISED TO ANOTHER 🌿

guilty as sin? -> ivy -> the lakes -> but daddy I love him -> illicit affairs -> the manuscript

SEPTEMBER. A 19th-century poet risks a prosperous engagement for true love. An affair between Betty's father and a bright young journalist proves to be anything but a fairytale.

CHAPTER 5: THE LOUDEST WOMAN THIS TOWN HAS EVER SEEN 🐈‍⬛

willow -> the albatross -> mad woman -> cassandra -> who's afraid of little old me? -> the last great american dynasty

OCTOBER. Inez hosts a Halloween party at a house rumored to be haunted by a historic town pariah. In the late 1600s, a woman is accused of witchcraft.

CHAPTER 6: NO BODY, NO CRIME? 🔍

tolerate it -> the black dog -> right where you left me -> fortnight -> it's time to go -> so long, london -> my tears ricochet -> how did it end? -> no body, no crime -> fresh out the slammer -> florida!!! -> happiness

NOVEMBER. Upon discovering her husband's infidelity, Betty's mother has a breakthrough about a long-forgotten cold case from the late 80s.

CHAPTER 7: 'TIS THE DAMN SEASON 🧣

evermore -> I look in people's windows -> the smallest man who ever lived -> closure -> betty -> imgonnagetyouback -> cardigan -> 'tis the damn season -> the alchemy -> so high school -> long story short -> invisible string

DECEMBER. Conflicts come to a head as everyone returns home for the holidays. The spirit at the lookout finally finds closure.

[trailshome]

Child MC getting revenge on Finlay with glitter and bedazzling (wtvs is equivalent of bedazzling in their world lol) just imagine one day Finlays armour and sword are bedazzled and the scabbard glitterfied. Glitter EVERYWHERE MUAHAHAHAHHA

The absolute Baffled(tm) look on their face is more than enough of a reward for the hard work MC put in to bedazzling their gear haha!!

Radiates whatever this energy is:

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

Drilla is so 🥵 and I actually dreamt about him and David last night and when I woke up this morning I was so mad at myself

I can confidently say that Drilla is the devil’s temptation we were warned about in Sunday school…*good thing I’m an advocate for the devil though*. But yes, nonny, that man is something else 🔥 and I’m definitely having an itch to write something with him!

And that dream, fuck…I don’t know the scenario but just by having those two men in it it’s already perfect 😮‍💨

💋

[beauisoffline]

swtd headcannons!!

Caz is a complete emotional drunk. Suze once even found him hugging a cabinet, swearing he wouldn’t leave it alone ever again.

Roy always used to bake with his aunt when he was little. The baking turned gears to cooking after Roy’s diabetes diagnosis.

Finlays son is in his late 20’s/early 30’s, and is in the Air Force.

Rennick actually has 3 grandchildren.

Caz used to run track (mostly hurdles) in school before he went to boxing, hence why he’s so fast, and can vault/jump over things with ease.

(May not be a headcannon) Raffs is an apprentice under Brodie supervision.

In the beginning of Raffs apprenticeship, he actually didn’t trust Brodie a lot, leading to Brodie promising he’d look after him.

The crew (besides Trots, McLurg, and Rennick) has all secretly created a Addair hate club. Surprisingly (maybe not), Sunil is the original creator of the club.

Muir really enjoys the beach, and tends to walk around finding shells, and ironically, hermit crabs.

O’Connor is a cat guy, and has 2 tuxedo cats back on the mainland he named Houdini and Shela.

Bruce loves sharks. He doesn’t really tell anyone else or else he will yap their ear off.

Finlay avoids the smell of onions like the black plague. She’ll only tolerate the smell if they are cooked in any way to minimize the stench.

Alex answers almost any question about his action with “your mom” when he’s with Sunil

Sunils mother died when he was 3 from a lung infection he has yet to know what caused it in the first place.

Innes tried to dye his hair red with a drink mix he found, accidentally staining his hands and forehead red for at least a week.

During said week- Muir refused to hold were Innes held, as it felt oddly sticky because of the juice packet.

ask for any specific characters for headcannons!!

[thesleepyfable]

~ SWTD: Still Here AU Part 2 ~

Somewhere Between the Pipes:

I know I asked if readers wanted Muir or Gibbo next, but Gibbo's seemed the best option in terms of timeline. This chapter is longer than Trots' and Muir's will possibly be even longer because of more characters being featured. I wanted to include Finlay here, but somehow I couldn't work her into this piece, so hopefully for Addair's chapter.

Part 3:

'DON'T LOOK AT ME!'

Douglas froze as the voice rattled through The Water Tanks. He hadn't heard anything like that. Gibbo, who was usually quiet with a kind soul, was screaming like a banshee.

Fear quickly rose. Douglas' eyes scanned every corner. He couldn't see his friend, yet his voice bounced off every metal pipe. He looked towards the ceiling for any shadows. Glanced between the pipes to make out a shape. Looked at the water for any ripples.

Nothing.

A sudden shiver ran up his spine. He couldn't tell if it was from the unexpected fear towards Gibbo or the North Sea waters he was standing in at waist height. He moved towards the barely breached stairs and onto the catwalk, and was relieved. Until he heard a bang.

'GO AWAY!'

He jolted with a yelp and fell back before quickly regaining his footing. He still couldn't see Gibbo as he began the process of looking in all directions for something. Where the hell was he?

'Gibbo? Gibbo, it's me. It's Douglas.'

A cry carried itself through the water tanks. Then Douglas saw it. A shadow. But it wasn't human. From what he could quickly gather, it looked like a ball. He couldn't hear footsteps. Another bang, followed by more cries confirmed it to be the drill-worker. But that left more questions than answers. Fear turned to worry. Douglas pressed forward, now ignoring the constant pleas from his friend to either leave, stay away, or going on a rant about his time on ships.

Torn pieces of an orange Cadal uniform and leather workboots stopped Douglas in his tracks before he reached the ladder. As he approached, the torch on his helmet reflected something sticking out from the fabric. A broken chain made from imitation gold with a heart-shaped pendant. Somehow, it didn't fall through the bars and into the water. Douglas quickly wrapped the chain around his fingers and took a moment to look it over. He knew who it belonged to.

A sinking feeling washed over him. He knew it was Gibbo's. Of course he knew, but he had to be sure. Removing his glove, he opened the pendant. Inside was a black and white photograph of a young woman dressed in her Sunday Best and her hair tied into a neat bun. Her skin was covered in freckles, and she had a meek smile.

'Please...Don't come in here...'

With a sharp breath, Douglas began to climb.

'Gibbo? We both know I have to get through there.' Silence. 'Come with me, mate. Please? Don't you want to see your ma and little Jackie for New Year?' Silence. 'Okay. I'm coming up. Just stay where you are.'

The silence was deafening. Was this a trap? Was Gibbo going to attack him?

Douglas reached the top with a small groan. The cold bite from wading through the sea was taking its toll. He gave himself a moment to focus by double-checking if the chain was still wrapped around his hand, but that's when he made out the round shadow next to his own.

It was behind him.

'Gib-' Douglas turned, and his face with a smile turned into pure shock.

Sitting in the corner of the darkened section of the floor was a large mass of flesh. At the centre was Gibbo's head. He didn't have arms or legs. They had been engulfed by The Shape. His back hunched, making him look twice the size with the round growths akin to boils sitting on top and trailing down what should be his spine. Instead of legs, there were things Douglas could only compare to crab legs. Only they were small stubs no bigger than his index finger. He counted nine from the angle he had. That explains how he couldn't hear him move and possibly how fast he was.

Gibbo continued to cry. It was a cry of pain and embarrassment. 'I told you-' Tendrils began to drip from the body where his shoulders should have been. Douglas held up his hands in submission. 'TO STAY AWAY!'

Douglas closed his eyes and waited for it to be over. Seconds passed, and then he realised he was still breathing. There was no pain. Slowly opening his eyes, Gibbo had stopped his attack. A single tendril lingered an inch from Douglas' eye. It moved towards his hand, where it gently removed the chain. Douglas watched in silence as his crewmate opened the pendant and stared at the picture with his mouth hanging open. Tears kept flowing, and Gibbo formed a single word.

'Elanor...'

The fog had been lifted. Gibbo's mind filled with memories of his late wife. How it began in hospital and how it ended in hospital. She was gone, but she parted with the greatest gift to him. Jackie. Something that always gave him joy. His son.

A sense of calm washed over the pair. A weight had been lifted from their chests, and it gave Douglas the push to move closer.

'Gibbo?' He twitched at the sound of his name and turned. 'It's alright, Gibbo. It's alright. But we need to get out of here, yeah?'

'...Douglas?'

'I'm here, mate. I'm here.'

'I'm sorry-'

'Don't be. Don't you dare be sorry.'

'...It hurts...'

'I'm sure it does.' Douglas took the risk and held Gibbo's head in his hands. 'Just stay close to me, and we'll go to Accommodation, alright?'

Gibbo nodded with a small groan. His tendril kept a tight grip on the chain, and Douglas wiped the tears from his face. With a nod, the pair got ready to leave.

'Hello?!' Caz's voice echoed. Gibbo scurried back into the shadows, hoping he would merge with the wall because not even his head could fit behind a pipe.

'Fuck sake, Caz...'

'Don't...' Gibbo's eyes widened in fear. 'Please. Don't let him see me.' He wasn't losing himself to The Shape. He just wasn't ready for anyone to look at him. And you couldn't blame the poor sod.

Douglas nodded and moved towards the ladder. 'Caz. Over here.'

The leccy picked up the pace and breathed a sigh of relief to finally finding someone and being out of the water. 'Douglas. Are you alright?'

'Aye. Sorry I didn't wait earlier, but I had to see what was wrong.'

'Nae bother mate. Is anyone else with you?'

A pause. 'Gibbo.'

Caz picked up on Douglas' hesitation to answer, and his tone when he did. 'Is he alright?'

'No. Well- I mean.' That was a good question. Gibbo was here, but what he had become was something no one would wish upon their worst enemy. Even Rennick. 'Look. Just get up here, but don't look at Gibbo.'

'Why?'

'Just do it, Caz. Keep your eyes shut or look the other way.'

'Okay. Okay. Fuck me...' When he reached the top, Caz turned his head to the left and tried his best not to comment on how weird this was. It didn't help that Douglas lingered over him, giving him no room to breathe. Not that his body would shield Gibbo's. 'Are you both going to Accommodation?'

'Eventually. Are you going to find Roy?'

'Aye. Need to make sure the big man is alright.' Keeping his head down, Caz opened the door and moved down the ladder. 'Seya there, lads.'

The pair waited until they heard the exit door open, then close. Then another 10 minutes. Gibbo shuffled out of hiding. 'Thank you,' he said weakly.

'Let's just get out of here, mate.'

Following in the same direction as Caz, Douglas didn't comment on how Gibbo used the tendrils to climb in and around spaces he couldn't fit through anymore. It was heart-breaking to see, especially when he would catch a glimpse of his chain.

The more they climbed, the more natural light hit them. A bittersweet feeling. Finally out of the cold and dark space of the tanks, but Gibbo had nowhere to hide. It scared him to think what the others would do or say when they see him. Douglas could sense the unease, but they both knew their co-workers. Nothing bad was going to happen to him. And if Rennick or Addair kicked up a fuss, then they'd quickly be put in their place. He turned the door and opened it back into Accommodation.

'So, the lifeboats are useless?' Roy sighed. He awkwardly looked between Caz and Trots, as the trio sat in the canteen, all sharing a smoke. 'Now what?'

'We can only rely on Archie,' Trots said.

'What to get us all out of here?'

'No, but he can go and get help whilst Roper reaches out from Marine Control.'

'Roper's smart,' Caz commented in a somewhat relaxed tone and body language. He leaned back in his seat, happy to just be sitting down. 'He'd have done that already-'

Douglas suddenly rushed into the canteen, having heard the men talking. He let out a sigh of relief and chuckled. 'I am so happy to see you three muppets.' He waited for Gibbo, who shuffled his way into the room, his back rubbing against the low ceilings, and unable to look the men in the face.

'Oh Jesus, Gibbo.' Roy shot up from his chair. Caz was glued to his seat, not surprised in the slightest, and Trots, who could sense something strange, looked stunned. 'Are you okay?'

That wasn't the reaction Gibbo expected. The concern from Roy gave him that small moment of bravery to look at him. '...I think so...' He noticed Trots in the corner of his eye and they shared a look. Just like Trots, Gibbo could sense something odd, but neither of them could describe it.

'Good,' Caz' voice echoed with a small chuckle. He used his leg to kick out a chair for Douglas. 'You can help us find a way out of here.'

[fightlikeafinlay]

Happy Birthday, Brogan!!

Thanks, Aoife!

[mtg-player1]

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

[volatile95]

Fulfilled promises

You can use @marshalllir idea if you specify her authorship. Thank you.

Caz, who wasn't loved by the boss, never went down to the sea, worked as a electrician, was also in love with an old family friend and godfather of his daughters, Roy.

Dismissal is like a storm for Caz without warning. And he never had time to admit his sympathy for Roy. Somehow, there was no suitable occasion— The police, letters from his wife, ex-wife, or problems with custody of children constantly interfered.

But everything goes awry even more, as if one twist of fate wasn't enough.

Caz survives thanks to their miracle swimmers, Brodie and Douglas.

All around, human screams, the roar of the station, the noise of wind and waves - everything forms a painful mess of sounds. Caz is scared like it has never been before.

Having reached Roy, Caz finally feels calm and safe in the barricaded kitchen combined with a pantry.

During a trip to the boats, Caz finds insulin in a medical kit. Therefore, he returns soaked to the skin, with new abrasions and with new gray hair on his temples after meeting with former colleagues, but happy as a thousand devils.

Caz is almost falling off his feet from fatigue at the tiny stove, gobbling up the stocks of ready-made food of his favorite cook for both cheeks, starving on nerves. Roy laughs at him warmly, like in the good old days, before all the shit, hugs him from behind, at least trying to keep the warmth between them.

That should be enough for a while.

So Caz promises to return for Roy and climbs out of a safe place to clear the way since "the shape" is afraid of fire.

When Caz returns, he takes Roy to the roof, where it is safest, leaves him a bunch of insulin, and gathers for a final push.

Roy asks Caz to promise to come back for him, to survive, because Suze is waiting for them. Caz cuts off this argument. No one has been waiting for him at home for a long time. At the moment, Caz confesses his feelings and asks Roy to promise to survive.

There are four of them left, Caz almost dies again, but he seems to be kept alive by a promise made to Roy.

Caz takes Roy off the roof, thinking for a moment in the uneven light that he is dead, but he only fell asleep, floating in hallucinations. Roy is as fine as possible.

At the same time, Finlay is going crazy with grief, and Brodie is dying right over the phone line. Finlay is pinned down by the wreckage of the bridge, and Caz takes the lighter from her cold hands.

The only one Caz has left is Roy. Caz has a kaleidoscope of questions in his head about what they should do next, to which there are no answers. This state of loneliness among the decisions made, guilt, and responsibility is interrupted by Roy's desperate, bitter kiss.

We ask for maximum hurt/comfort for the two of them, in contrast to the canonical cruelty.

In Russian, the idea can be found on the ficbook

We approve of any ending. You can make a tragic ending where Roy and Caz sacrifice themselves by burning this place to the ground. You can leave the ending open by stopping the narrative at any point. You can make a happy ending, where either the military and help arrive for them, or make a timeskip when everything is already fine with them, only ptsd and nightmares haunt them, but they cope with this together, supporting each other.

[trailshome]

Grrrr poor child MC in the end of the demo (aint played the other 2 yet), how rood of Finlay smh. Child Mc gonna have alot to cry about lolol

Poor child!MC is gonna have it rough with Finlay around... They aren't the most gentle even with kiddos. Hopefully MC can have a good cathartic cry at some point!! 😔