#oc finny

[chibi-pix]

So, in a Discord server, someone mentioned a time that someone on twitter called a thick and heck character "thick" and "chubby". And. I decided to pull out Finny, going "This character is chubby and they're adorable!" And it's true. Finny is freaking adorable, as they deserve. Anyway, from there, I was reminded of an old piece I had drawn when I knew nothing about drawing plus size characters. And I thought I should redraw it. So, we're here with Finny looking amazing, squishy, and being flexible. Also, here's the comparison between the two.

I love when art improves over time.

Anyway, I hope y'all enjoy this one! Until next time!

[popfizzles]

I gotta admit, the decorated cows are some of the prettiest fantasy mobs in Minecraft!

[finniestoncrane]

hehe i worked pretty hard on this!!

my from scratch character doc for my sweet bug eugenia!! there's a bit more about her family i need to add in, but there's a lil snippet there about her relationship with her uncle. and i haven't typed out her pre-war and post-war biographies even though i pretty much have them worked out, but i'm pretty pleased with this!!

if anyone is interested i can share a blank version of it, it's just a google doc with the fonts and jpegs (i cannot promise i will be of help if the formatting goes wonky lol)

[astral-schools]

guys who cannot budget to save their lives

ft. @viatoraether's Genevieve

[the-halls-of-hatchetfield-high]

introducing... finnley! ꕤ

*looks up from his book and gives a soft, lopsided smile*

h-hey there, i'm finnley! but you can call me finn if you like :D

my pronouns are they/he, and i'm a senior at hatchetfield high. i volunteer in the library after school (if you see me tutoring max jägerman, no you didn't), and work part-time at beanie's on the weekends (free coffee anyone?)

*rubs his neck shyly*

i'm a bit of a nerd, just like my best friends richie, pete, and ruth.

in my spare time, i love to read, write, and sing. i'm on the hatchetfield soccer team and i play tennis too. i'm also in the hatchetfield high band!

*adjusts their glasses*

u-uh, feel free to ask me stuff? if you want? or uh...interact with me? i'm friendly, i swear! richie says i'm approachable!! (even if i spend most of my time with headphones in...)

a-anyway, bye for now? have fun storming the castle! (that was...that was a movie reference, i- i'll just...s-sorry...)

*blushes and hides his nose back in their book*

[roaliaioli]

finni!!

[buggleboos]

finny welfer the most normal cleric of talos EVER !

[annabawritersdream]

Trick or treat! 👻

Hi! Thank you for the ask!

So, this is an excerpt from a gift-fic I've been working on featuring some of my OCs as well as some belonging to @lucifers-legions. This is excerpt is basically a short dialogue between my main OC Elenna "Enna" and her daughter "Finduilas" Finnie. They will both be featured in my WIP The Lady of Ithilien. Enna has already been introduced (she's the main character) and Finnie's turn will come too...eventually.

GLOSSARY (VALARIN)

Valide: Mother.

Gel (pronounced with a hard G), güzel kizim: Come, my beautiful girl.

Bağışlayın Valide: Forgive me/I am sorry, Mother.

“Valide?”

Elenna turned. ���Finnie. Gel güzel kizim.”

The young lady curtsied and joined her mother on the balcony as the sun set over Dol Amroth. Elenna looked at her proudly. Finduilas, her sixth child and secondborn daughter, had always been special. Despite her young age, she was calm, poised and wise. She was beautiful, her eyes gray as stars and her hair a few shades darker than that of her father. She had become her mother’s confidante, her safe haven. She was so wise, so smart, so intuitive. She was exactly was Elenna had often been made out to be. Perhaps that was why the former lady of Ithilien had developed such a close relationship with her. Finnie was everything she had in vain tried to be. She was a daughter Elenna could be proud of. The child seemed to know her better than she had ever known herself, she seemed to understand her better than any other.

“You become more beautiful every day.”

“I not nearly as beautiful as you, Valide.”

Elenna smiled. “Nonsense. I am old now. I may have been agreeable once, but long years have passed since then.”

“You are not yet forty and you are of Dúnadan descent which means…”

“I am an old woman.”

“I have seen your wedding portrait. You have barely changed.” She paused. “I even daresay you have not changed at all, Mother.”

“You know how I dislike unnecessary flattery.”

“Mother…”

“I am nothing but a mere mortal. A woman whose womb will soon no longer be able to produce children.”

“Mamma.”

Elenna rested her elbows on the balcony. “There was a time when I thought…when I hoped...”

She let out a sigh. “I hoped I would be more than just a wife to your father. It appears I was wrong and blinded by juvenile delusions.”

“What are you talking about, Mother?”

“You are still so very young, my child. I do not expect you to understand just yet.”

“You might as well explain it to me. Try me.”

Elenna smiled and caressed her cheek. “Though I never admitted it, I hoped that I would one day be I regarded as a brave lady. I hoped my future husband would fall in love with my intellect, not just with my potential as a broodmare.”

“What are you saying, Mother?”

“I doubt your Father ever reciprocated my feelings,” Elenna retorted with a scoff. “Whatever faint attraction he might have felt early in our marriage has undoubtedly fizzled out. We are bound before the One, which is why, I suppose, he still fulfills his obligations to me as a lawful husband, yet I am no longer as naïve as I once was. I am grateful for the early years of happiness we were given and I will cherish them until it is time for me to join my deceased loved ones beyond the Circles of the World. I bore your father children and they were entrusted to me. I should have cared for them, I should have looked after them. I should have protected them as it was expected of me.”

“Sometimes I wish you could hear your words from the perspective of those to whom you speak. I think you would then quickly realize how baseless some of your claims are. You are not old and Father loves you. You only feel worthless because you hold onto a warped perception of reality. You are so stubborn you have consciously molded your surroundings according to your personal vision of things, which can be—and often is—painfully inaccurate.”

“How do you know your father loves me? Are you certain of it?”

“Even the blind and the deaf would agree with me.”

“He sees other women from time to time, I am sure he does. He probably has a harem somewhere, he has a place where he keeps his women. He is of course entitled to take as many mistresses as it pleases him and if I was married to someone else, it would not bother me in the slightest. Yet the thought of your father lying with another…”

She gulped. “It is soul-crushing and it should not be so.”

“You love him, Mother. You truly love him.”

Finnie glanced at her. “I do not know what a…harem is, but I highly doubt Father has one.”

“Ask Selim the next time you visit your uncle Elboron. I do not wish to speak of it.”

“Is it a tradition of the Haradrim? A festival perhaps?”

“I will not speak of it.”

“It must be something having to do with women, otherwise you would not be so upset about it.”

“Finduilas.”

“Is it a place? A secret room in the back of a house where girls and women are kept captive?”

“That is enough, child.”

“I am only trying to understand, Mamma.”

“You are being uncouth and inconsiderate, which is very much unlike you.”

“Bağışlayın, Valide,” the young girl quipped with a most elegant low curtsey. “I hope you are aware that I did not mean to be disrespectful. I only wished to…”

Her voice trailed off and she gulped as she swept her hair to the side. She staggered and lost her footing, Elenna promptly holding her. “Finnie?”

“I just felt dizzy for a moment. I’m fine now. There is no need to worry. It has been happening quite a lot recently, but it usually lasts mere seconds.”

“What do you mean? Does anyone know? Have you told the healers? Is your father aware of it?”

The little girl shook her head. “You very well know how apprehensive Father gets over menial things. He’s busy and I do not wish to keep him from his duties as urgent matters require his full attention.”

“If you do not wish to bother him, then please have me call for a physician. I would be much more comfortable knowing what is going on.”

“I do not need a physician, Mother. I am fine. Occasional headaches and fainting spells are hardly something to fret over.”

“You said it has been happening frequently.”

“I may have exaggerated. As you saw, it is not that bad. It is the nightmares I am concerned of.” She sighed. “Unfortunately, those cannot be treated.”

“Nightmares?”

“They are horrible and getting worse. I am scared, Mamma.”

Elenna wrapped a hand around her shoulder and kissed her hair. “Nothing will ever happen to you as long as your father is around.”

“He is not here now. And even when he was with us, bad things happened regardless. Boromir died, Elarion died, Ellie, Aearwen…Tilly…”

Elenna flinched and glared at her daughter. How could she spew out the names of her dead siblings so casually? She had only had a moment of heartfelt hesitation at the mention of her dearest sister. Eglantine. Tilly. The only one among her children Elenna had not birthed and, ironically, the most beloved. Her ray of sunshine, the daughter she had been proud of. She and Finnie had immediately bonded and this bond had brought Elenna to favor the latter above all of her biological children except for Mírion. Mírion would always come first. He was living proof that she had not utterly failed her husband; he was proof that she was indeed capable of producing healthy, strong sons. He embodied her best qualities, which were enhanced by his Maiarin blood. He was his father’s heir, the golden child, an expert soldier, a commander of Maiar. The only individual in all of Arda who had never failed her and never would. Perfection was not contemplated within Ëa, but she was firmly convinced Mírion was the closest thing to it since the Breaking of the World. The horror she had felt seconds earlier had suddenly been replaced by elation and giddiness. Mírion; her beloved, precious boy. She could not be parted from him. She needed him, she needed to be with him. Anárion was in her thoughts as well and she would have moved mountains to protect him, but the fondness she had for her husband’s trueborn son was hardly comparable to that which she felt for him and Anárion knew it. He had graciously accepted a situation which—he was well aware of it—could not be avoided.

A new snippet for you to hopefully enjoy @saurongorthaur9, @emmanuellececchi & @evenstaredits

& thank you again @transgender-daemon-faerie for the ask!

[cyixt]

This took me a bit long but this was a fun thing to make

Mainly the shading took me a bit since I was trying a new type of shading

@popfizzles

[to-hagsmire-and-back]

some little owl sketches, featuring an old barn owl character of mine i havent drawn since 2019, plus some of the book characters i struggle really hard with snowy owls for some reason??? someone help me

[anxietypossumart]

Day 19 Finny

Lets play mermay catch up

Day 1 Aqua

[chibi-pix]

So, a while back, my brain went, "So, what if we had Finny and Eskel in a VF reality?" And so, I was one day led to drawing them, sporting new uniforms, but with VF and VV takes to them. And I live for Finny just being calm while Eskel borderline insults someone. Though they'll still not repeat it when he gets handsy and swears.

As a note, no, I do not use ASL on a regular basis and I don't know much. What little I do know comes from researching here and there, especially for doodles like this. So, I did what I could for signing.

Anyway, I hope y'all enjoy this one. Until next time!

[popfizzles]

a few more minecraft sketches that weren't good enough to get their own post;

silverfish swarm and some creeper anatomy??

every time i draw creepers they change very slightly. <:) i think i like the weird anatomy of a centaur though; the organ that makes them explode can be protected by the big rib-cage under the skull, while regular anatomy like lungs and such can be between the legs.

[finniestoncrane]

hello this is the first draft of my self-insert oc for tf2 but i’m too proud of her gun and her cutie hair to not share it!! gotta make her fatter but i’m not so good at drawing fat front on… ANYWAY look upon my beanie-weenie!!

beanie: *slaps roof of camper van* this thing can fit so many fat bitches with their hole on show in it

sniper: *stunned silence*

[astral-schools]

get stick bugged idiot !!!

[theosconfessions]

i was tagged by the lovely @nitrozem and @bloomingkyras

oc deep dive with finnie whitmore

What uncommon/common fear do they have? rollercoasters. he LOVES going to theme parks but this one time dusty put him on his first rollercoaster and he swears he almost broke his neck [he didnt hes just embellishing for drama purposes]

Do they have any pet peeves? liars. just a simple liars. hes big on the honesty front. even if it hurts him hed prefer that over something trying to spare any feelings.

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom? his ps5, his personal pc, and his kitty.

What do they notice first in a person? hes a little vain at first so the first thing he notices about a person is that ass. hes an ass kinda dude BUT afterwards..he has all sorts of red flags kicking up everywhere so hed probably do a quick sweep of the in the clear check list.starting with wedding rings .

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance? 9. he gets knocked in the head by flying footballs from his hs kids. gym isnt for the weak.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? hes a mix of both. hes reserved but he'll say whats on his mind and then just poof.

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person? he comes from a small family with an older brother and a little sister. really only is close to his mum. as far as being a family person hed never say no to a shopping trips with his mum and they try to make it a monthly thing.its harder on them since he moved a little further away.

What animal represents them best? red panda honestly.

What is a smell that they dislike? theos cologne.

Have they broken any bones? hes broken his arm/ ankle and most recently his nose.

How would a stranger likely describe them? id think they would describe him as a little bit shy of a dude. maybe he can come off stand offish because of that.

Are they a night owl or a morning bird? morning bird! hes my little old young man.

What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love? He hates that lavender shit.he can be a little bit of an old man but save the lavender flavour for when he loses more of his taste buds.. but loves anything mint :3

Do they have any hobbies? ghost hunting :) ;)

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises? immediate sweat. nothing more but immediate sweat and then trying to act like hes supposed to .

Do they like to wear jewelry? he always wears a rolex dusty got him one xmas.

Do they have neat or messy handwriting? neat :)

What are two emotions they feel the most? lonely and confused

Do they have a favorite fabric? spandex.

What kind of accent do they have?the most louisiana drawl youve ever heard

i am tagging @budgie2budgie @duusheen @gloomymoood @awkwardwhims @riverofjazzsims @invisiblequeen @havenroyals @simvanie and @sirianasims for this and anyone else who wants to do it bc id literally sit here and tag you alllllll