#. connection . › finn mcnamara .

[silvrunnr]

tag dump .

. connection . › esteban diaz .

. connection . › daniel diaz .

. connection . › karen reynolds .

. connection . › claire reynolds .

. connection . › stephen reynolds .

. connection . › lyla park .

. connection . › jenn murphy .

. connection . › cassidy jones .

. connection . › finn mcnamara .

. connection . › brody holloway .

[evewasheretoday]

gimme ur thoughts on some heathers ships

Don't think of what I say too deeply but I think most ships in Heathers are unhealthy or toxic since a lot of the relationships the characters have with each other are built with wants and needs. Heather needs Veronica for her brains and Heather needs Heather to have power— stuff like that. A bunch of them have a power imbalance. They're based on manipulation and opportunism. Along with that, most of the ships lack genuine connection between the characters. By that, I mean like Heather doesn't even want Veronica in the first place but she has her with them because she's an asset to her. The friendship the Heathers and Veronica have is conditional. It's not actual friendship and Veronica even states that, she starts with admitting to not liking the Heathers before saying “they are people I work with and our job is being popular” in the movie.

Oddly enough, I think the ships that would be healthy in actuality are Betty Finn/Martha Dunnstock and Kurt Kelly/Ram Sweeney— I didn't include the ships like Heather McNamara/Martha Dunnstock along with them because their relationships are complicated. I'm basing what you asked mostly on their interactions and history together with each other. If I don't base it on those, I'd definitely be saying things like I'm a huge sucker for enemies to lovers and I'm delusional so I believe the Heathers actually had some sort of genuine friendship with Veronica but their wants that they think are their needs just got in the way of that. Like what an online friend of mine tells me, screw canon and be delulu— whether it's fanon or canon each ship in the Heathers has potential. I'm not just talking about toxic or unhealthy relationships turned into healthy and completely functional good relationships set at an alternate universe in a fanfic someone wrote. Relationships that people have with each other can always improve if the people in the relationship try.

[buriedunderneath]

❝ HELL IS EMPTY AND ALL THE DEVILS ARE HERE. ❞

 ⸻  ᚠᚱᛟᛗ  ⸻  kat mcnamara. cisfemale. she/her. ⸻  i saw EMILIA FINLEY around THE TOWN, you know? the  TWENTY EIGHT years old that was driving from BROOKLYN when they saw the tree on the road. FINN has been here for ONE DAY and i think they were LAW STUDENT before they got stuck in the town. with the way things are now, they are now struggling to maintain a sense of normalcy and  seek a way out without losing themselves or dying.  lets hope you at least survive the night. ⸻ hermy, she/her,  29, n/a triggers.  .  ⸻

GENERAL   INFORMATION.  ⸻

full   name: emilia finley.

nickname(s): finn.

age: twenty-eight.

gender   identity: cisfemale, she/her.

orientation: heterosexual.

place   of   birth: brooklyn, new york.

date   of   birth: july 11th, 1995.

former   occupation: law student and law intern.

3   positive traits: clever, resourceful, caring.

3   negative traits: stubborn, snobbish, cold.

moral alignment: lawful neutral.

faceclaim: katherine mcnamara.

TOWN   INFORMATION.  ⸻

current   residency : town.

current   occupation: waitress at the diner.

BIOGRAPHY   YOUR   CHARACTER'S   BACKGROUND.  ⸻

tldr is that EMILIA FINLEY grew up on the upper west side of manhattan, new york, into a family full of lawyers. her grandfather made partner at the upper east side law firm that later became known as watson, wilks and finley, a prominent law firm that dealt with crime on all scales. her father works full time as lead lawyer, and growing up, finn was always interested in the world of law.

growing up as the SECOND oldest of her family, finn was always the one to go to for advice, for stabilization. her logic and resourceful nature something that was very much needed within the finley household. when finn was about sixteen years old, her mother got into a bad motor vehicle accident - with her father driving. her father was, privately and to no one's knowledge in the world besides his own family - a functioning alcoholic unlike any other.

her mother became wheelchair bound and because her finn's extreme law connections, no one was ever the wiser on what happened that night in the accident, and the family doesn't speak of it. however, finn's older brother and younger sister both know that happened that night, and it tore her father apart.

the family never truly recovered after that - and finn never really did either. she felt a traumatic hatred for her father, who he had become, and took up being her mother's caregiver as much as she could with her brother being away at school. her mother never blamed a single soul for what happened to her, but it only fueled finn's rage even more each day - thus getting her law degree.

her brother and sister always wanted something else for themselves, but finn wanted the same career path as her father, almost out of spite, so she could become bigger and better than him - take over the law firm and shove him out. call it revenge for what he did - although he always knew how badly he screwed up that night. apologies were enough for finn and she studied her ass off.

in law school, finn studied most nights - but one night she was dragged out by her friends to the bar and met easton james. she wasn't opened very much to meeting anyone, but when they started speaking, it became clear that they liked one another. he could keep up with her wit, and keep up with her work ethic, as he was studying to become a doctor. the two of them had much in common and eventually moved in together, living in brooklyn.

COMING INTO THE TOWN !

being an intern now at her father's law firm, working most nights and living a good life with her boyfriend, the two had decided to take a little summer vacation.

finn was insistent on the fact that she had to finish up a case file and so she knew easton went ahead with friends - and she was meant to catch up with him later. driving into the TOWN, after having not heard from easton for a full day - it is at first mystifying to her.

as a very SANE and logical person, finn didn't know what she was in for - assuming this was all a bad dream, that she'd wake up back in brooklyn, but it wasn't anything but. truly, she tried her phone first, but nothing worked - nothing at all, until it all slowly became clear to her. she wasn't getting out.

horrified, broken hearted by it all, finn has only had a day to adjust to this life, trying to distract herself the best she can, but she still is trying to take a logical approach to things - serve at the diner, go on the most normal she can, but she puts on a brave face.

who will take care of her mother, who will get back to easton, who will she become within the confines of a world that she doesn't quite understand?

[d6rkroom]

— ‘𝗻𝗼𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼.’

finn mcnamara x top!male reader. (wc; 1.7k)

#a/n: this took way longer than it should've, my apologies fer’ that! BUT THANK YOU ELIAN FOR GIVIN’ ME THE GENERAL IDEA FOR THIS, I HAD A TON OF FUN WRITIN’ IT! YER’ BIG BRAIN AS HELL!

warnings. forced breeding, dubcon, mentions of cheating, possessive behavior, degrading k., dumbification, brat taming, sex infront of a mirror, manhandling, belly bulge, cum inflation, implied mpreg.

it was expected, it was only a matter of time before his olden behavior caved in on him and he relapsed right back into those sickly habits from nothing more than a year prior.

finn mcnamara was a slut. a dirty, good for nothing cheater. you knew his loyalty was short lived— his drive for exploration and choas secured that lucid notion in your brain ever since the two of you had started your dating journey.

how naive were you to untrust your heart with him, so utterly idiotic.

there you were, fingers curled around the doorknob as you lay in wait for your boyfriend to take note of the new presence clouding the room. your face was sheathed in coats of not shock, nor distaste— just inflicted with an expressionless disappointment. whatever bit of rage that fogged your mind swiftly dissolved along with his sexual mate that accompanied your spot on the bed.

nonchalant as ever, he sent a sloppy smile your direction; probably as a result of whatever poor pounding he just received from the rather small looking guy who was just in your room. pathetic, he couldn't even wait a few hours for your attention so he tossed aside his pride and let his greedy hole get creamed by someone at least half your size.

“satisfied with yourself, whore?” a satirical snear contorted your lips. one he knew a little to well, one he could tell apart from your usual one. the one you would often flicker as the two of you conversed. he knew you loved him, as did he; yet, the outcome of pushing your buttons was one he couldn't shake the craving for.

“hah, as satisfied as ever— sweetheart.” his first mistake was underestimating your tolerance for his bullshit. the second was letting that sour chuckle rip past his throat.

he was already exposed, clothes abandoned along side his dignity. letting such a inexperienced and second option hook-up ruin his beautifully stretched hole was baffling to you. was he really that desperate to have his ass filled and feel full for the remainder of the evening? you already knew the answer to your own inquiry.

he sputtered out a few words that glazed past your ears and straight out the back of your head. you had no care to hear any other soft attempts to convey how what he committed was mistake or how his body was now yours for the night. you had tunnel-vision set on his spend, plump ass that was already wiggling in the air— contrast from his cheek, which was pressed into the matress.

you give a harsh smack on the milky flesh, making finn’s lower half jolt in retaliation; halting his train of thought and stopping his tongue mid monologue. his hands instinctively sink into the pillow beneath his neck. you shift your weight, prying his thighs apart and spreading his cheeks wide open; the perfect view. the head of your cock, flushed red and throbbing gives a few pokes at his pulsating rim which is already venting around nothing.

you give his hole a few, firm slaps from the length of your shaft. beckoning that bratty inclination from out from beneath him— you wanted to hear those lips bark out your name. persuading you to rock in and out of his useless body.

“you want that? my cock to just slip right inside you without need for an apology? without regard for what i just caught you doing in, our bed?”

you almost give in, but you're smarter than to let finn get what he so desperately wants, that easily. rubbing your palm into his hips, small pats connecting with the side of his abdomen insinuate he fetches the mirror from the corner of the bedroom. no words were required in the exchange, he knew his place— plain and simple. and he sure as hell knew what you silently commanded he do.

an exasperated groan grumbles from the depths of his chest, his tongue clicked in annoyance at the sudden expectation for him to remove himself from his lewd position. so stupid, he throws away your years of love to get fucked by some stranger and then complains as you whisk him away from the sheets. he had driven you to your witt's end.

“excuse you, cunt? did i just hear you protest, after cheating in my bed, in my house? don't forget who owns you.”

his blood ran cold and the hairs on the back of his neck sprung to life with an accompanying chill that relished up his spine. his shoulders visibly cringed at your tone as he wasted no time flipping over and hoisting the mirror slowly to the foot of the bed. with the reflective piece of glass now fitted nicely as it leaned against the bedframe— finn crawled atop the messy array of sheets.

“y/n look.. m’sorry don't-” he wasn't allowed to finish, at least not anymore he wasn't. you weren't going to let him disrespect your authority under your roof any longer.

without thinking your hand reaches to unbuckle your belt, fingers toying with the zipper and button respectively. tugging your pants and boxers down without caution— you carded a few free fingers into his messy, mop of hair. digging into and only making it a much more noticable mess than before as you yanked his face to meet yours.

you felt a guley glob of spit collect under your tongue, shooting the wad right between his eyes; saliva leaking down the bridge of his nose and bleeding onto his upperlip. you knew how he adorded being tossed around like trash, better yet, treated as such. he was getting off to this, his eyes pooling wide with lust everytime a vulgar insult leaped from behind your teeth.

he tries not to let his words slur as you play with his still, very tender asshole. breath hitching every step of the way as you spin him to face the direction of the mirror. his hole was still lubed and wet from his previous visitor, giving you very easy access with little push or resistance.

his eyes roll back, you keep your gaze attentive on his decoy on the other side of the glass. your fat cock streaching him out has his lips parting to release a squeal of appreciation, a lavish burn following close suit as you sink deeper inside of him. he's not regretting his choice to unturn his devotion towards you; not yet at least.

“getting off to this slut? look at yourself, i haven't even started to really fuck you yet. pathetic.”

finn’s eyes are trained on his reflection, the look of tragedy curling over his spit-slicked lips. he could feel how deep you were, reaching spots he didn't even know were there. he can also make out the veins on your cock dragging along his walls and you're right; he is getting off to this. it felt so good— he felt so good— it all was good.

you rut into his ass like a feral animal, grunting cocktailed with sour remarks to keep the tension rising. instinctively he clings onto the fabric beneath him for dear life, knuckles fading from bright red to a pale white. through the fog of pleasure clogging his mind, he can only keen out an audible ‘yes’ to all of the questions and words that jumbled from your mouth.

with your eyes fixated on the way his skin ripples and jiggles against your hips, the fat riding up onto yer’ waist with the brutal pace you keep. he attempts to protest with how close he feels himself getting, only to be cut off by one hard slam after another— cock drilling into his tight little hole with intentions to impregnate him.

concepts of his usualy flat tummy growing round and bloated as you fucked it full of your little swimmers now press into your mind. each seed racing to see which will be the one to knock up your boyfriend; rendering him yours forever. your vigor prevails, motivated by the sole image of your slut giving birth to one, maybe two of your genetic creations. your offspring.

finn wonders if the cheating scandal really has your stamina skyrocketing, that is until through the intoxication of your speed— he realizes. fuck, you don't have a condom. he can't get pregnant, as much as he'd want to settle down with you he has way to many jobs that would release him from employment if they found out he had a baby in his belly. you wouldn't do that to him, would you? you knew how near and dear traveling from place to place, job to job was to him. was this punishment?

“sweeti- ah! y/n c-condom!”

even with his tongue tripping over ever other word, you could decipher the clutter of gibberish all too well. he had figured out your plan to breed his tiny body.

“oh? that silly thing? i gotta make you my wife, remember? just a stupid little whore who can only work from home. nobody wants to fuck a pregnant bitch. maybe that'll teach you to keep it in your pants.”

“n-no— ah-! fuck..”

your words sent tingles over his scalp, squelching noises resonate through the air mingled with your bitter laughter. drool starts to seep from the corners of his mouth and tears begin to well up in his eyes as he watches his mirror double get impailed by the outline of your cock. he knows soon that a small child will fill the roll of your shaft, he can't do anything but try to resist as the idea of your warm, stick love flooding his womb only grows on him.

at this point, all finn is doing is whimpering on your cock, degrading making the pressure behind his thighs hotter and his ass tighter. that familiar knot twisting in his lower stomach begging to snap as you roll into his prostate with a hunger glistening in your eyes. you flip finn on his back and catch his bottom, wet lip between your teeth and tug with the push of your hips. eye contact is never broken as your hot load spurts long and sticky ropes through his ass and into his belly. so full, he's so positively full as he feels your genes enter his boy womb— effectively impregnating and painting his gummy walls with white fluid.

soon a bunch of mini you’s will roam the empty spaces in your home and you'll start the perfect family together. you had planned to make him your bitch for quite some time, but the cheating only sped up the inevitable. finn sobbed into the crook of your neck; protruding tummy poking at your abdomen as he loosely attached to you.

the whole ordeal would be burned into his brain and yours, the mirror serving his eyes a sick reminder that he was now tasked with carrying your kid. forever.

[rk-xin]

Ive somehow made the connection that astutia looks like how @ / milktea-grn draws dream and carys sounds like finn mcnamara

I love the human brain and its funky little chemicals. at some point someone should make a fancast of tnotg /j

[arharmon]

Life is Strange: Spirit Animals

Max Caulfield - Doe

As I replayed Life is Strange 1 it was easy to notice that Max's spirit was definitely a Doe. Doe symbolizes the gentle, enticing lure of new adventures.

Max is heavily associated with the Doe. This is symbolic of kindness and compassion, as well as being intuitive, quick-thinking and resourceful; all aspects of Max's personality.

A Doe has many sides—a doe is powerful and feisty, cautious, adventurous, and protective.  Max has a great individuality, calling for people to trust her instincts and trust herself.

Chloe Price - Blue Butterfly

The butterfly is the symbol of transformation, a person identified with this spirit animal can bring joy and bliss, they are lively, bright and go through various personal transformations, it may be a symbol to indicate you to lighten up and add color to your life.

This resembles a lot of Chloe's character who has gone through many personal changes. Even with a gun on her face she noted the butterfly at the beginning of the game. It's also a symbol of soul and immortality, which fits Max constantly saving her. 

Warren Graham - Otter

The otter is symbolic, from the environment in which it lives in, to its actions and social conduct. The otter is a symbol of both Water and Earth. This is a curious combination, since Earth is known for its stability and strength, and Water is known for being adjustable and changeable.

The otter symbolizes friendship, peace and family, as well as being kind, social and mischievous. It is also a symbol of grace, empathy as well as happiness and never-ending curiosity.

Kate Marsh - Rabbit

It's most likely that Kate's spirit animal is the rabbit, which is the animal connected to her the most as she has a pet rabbit. The rabbit is a symbol of vulnerability, comfort, abundance - it's associated with the sentiment, desire, and procreation.

People with this totem are usually unpredictable, spontaneous, gentle, nurturing, observational, alert, successful and good advisers. This totem is furthermore a symbol of fertility, warmth, sexuality, and luck.

Nathan Prescott - Whale

It's discussed whether the whale could be Nathan's spirit animal. This is due to the fact that Nathan listens to whale songs, and also, the deaths of the whales in Arcadia Bay could have been foreshadowing to the death of the Prescott heir. 

I believe this to be true as a whale is associated with compassion (when Nathan shows a moment of redemption and compassion when he warns Max about Jefferson's true intentions) and solitude (how Nathan have people he calls friends, but feels as though he is alone), and knowledge of both life and death. They are also associated with unbridled creativity.

Victoria Chase - Cat

The animal connected to Victoria the most is the cat. The cat is the symbol of patience, independence, curiosity, and courage. The cat is a very spiritual animal; it is known for its ability to wait and act only when the time is right.

Cats are symbolic of rebirth and resurrection, per their nine lives. This parallels Victoria's redemption within the story after the attempted or successful suicide of Kate. Cat's are known to be fierce and feisty which perfectly reflects Victoria's personality.

Rachel Amber - Raven

There has been some debate over the true spirit animal of Rachel. I believe her spirit animal to be a Raven. Because of its black plumage, croaking call and diet of carrion, the raven is often associated with loss and ill omen. This connecting to Rachel's unfortunate fate.

The raven is said to represent transformation and is also feared as a "trickster spirit." A common saying the Native American in the area Arcadia Bay was built on said about the raven: "The raven is to be respected but never trusted." (This parallels Elliot's distrust of Rachel because of her 'bad influence' on Chloe)

Mark Jefferson - Owl

The owl is a symbol of vigilance, acute wit and has been associated with spirits. It has been regarded as a guide in the underworld. Owls are great hunters and Celts associated them with wisdom, keen sight, and patience.

In Jefferson's case he resembles more of the negative side of an owl. Owls are considered to be harbingers of coming desolation, decay, and coming of bad omens.

Sean Diaz - Wolf

Sean is heavily associated with the wolf, which is depicted on his favorite, most-worn hoodie. Though none physically appear, wolves are referenced several times throughout Life is Strange 2. In addition, the brothers refer to themselves as wolves and enjoy howling together like the animal.

As a spirit animal, the wolf symbolizes raw emotion, a deep connection with one's instincts, and an appetite for freedom, as well as feelings of vulnerability and danger. 

Daniel Diaz - Young Wolf

Like his brother, Daniel is heavily associated with the wolf. The wolf symbolizes raw emotion, a deep connection with one's instincts, and an appetite for freedom, as well as feelings of vulnerability and danger. 

However, a young wolf, in particular, symbolizes independence, recklessness, innocence, and yearning to prove one's self. Daniel is often referred to as a pup in the story and is always trying to prove himself.

Lyla Park - Mouse

Lyla closely resembles a mouse. Mice are very adaptable easily blending in into any environment and make the best of it. Changes aren’t something they enjoy, but once they become necessary they will have no problem with them.

People born under this totem are also innocent. This means they are kind and genuine people who will be there for you through thick and thin. To some people, this might look like they are fake or pretending to be good, but this is definitely not the case.

Chris Eriksen - Raccoon

As a spirit animal, the raccoon symbolizes curiosity, cleverness, charisma, and a thirst for adventure and exploration, all of which Chris demonstrates as a character. The raccoon is also known for its resourcefulness and uncanny ability to scavenge effectively. These traits are displayed in Chris' recreation of his envisioned superhero costume with various household items.

The raccoon's most prominent feature is its "mask", which is said to represent both its ability to transform into something else and its skill at adapting to new situations. Through his Captain Spirit persona, Chris adjusts to the new reality of having lost his mother and old home by creating an imaginary world in which he possesses the power to create change.

Finn McNamara - Coyote

Finn is closely connected to coyote spirit animal which is a natural jokester who loves to have fun and show its playful side when things get too tense or serious. It reminds not to take life too seriously and to laugh at oneself when things don't happen the way they anticipate.

A coyote symbolizes adaptability, enthusiasm, ingenuity, resourcefulness, communication, fearlessness, teamwork, instinct, stealth, protection and inner healing. However, they also symbolize selfishness, deceit, and greed. (As seen when Finn goes along with the heist even after being told not to)

Cassidy Jones - Lynx

The spirit animal mostly connected to Cassidy is the Lynx. Lynx as a spirit animal symbolizes awareness, change, ability, confidence, comfort, foresight, loyalty, independence, passion, patience, tranquility, secrets, revealing secrets, trust, understanding, the unseen and much more.

One thing closely relates Cassidy to these animals is her independence. She known for stating that she is capable of taking care of herself and not needing the help of the others.

[sinnamonfox]

~ Sean x Finn - Rival mechanics AU ~

Exam period’s dying down, still, I should be writing essays rn yet here I am, spewing out AUs. Oh well.

Hope you guys enjoy it too! <3

I imagined Blood Brothers Sean and Daniel cuz hot damn, plus Parting Ways Finn, his dreads in a bun. Since Daniel just turns 21 I guess Sean’s 28 and Finn’s maybe a year or two older.

Both of the boys are mechanics in Seattle. They have their own, separate business in the same area, not too far from each other. Finn has been dealing with cars all his life and Sean's watched Esteban during work, often gave him a hand too. Now, that Esteban's been gone for a few years, Sean's taking over the garage with the occasional help of his little brother, although he wasn't so little either anymore, only turning 21.

As far as Sean can remember Esteban hated the McNamara Salon. Said they were no good troublemakers, knowing the owner from when Esteban started up his business here after freshly settling down in the country. He was suspecting that him and his sons were actually living off of illegal deals. Although the other man never explicitly said so, something was just.. off. Turned out, his dad was right.

Finn's own father isn't a good man, he's far from it. He's still in jail for drug dealing, car stealing, domestic violence and putting his minor sons up to his kind of work. Finn ended up in juvie but he's out now years later and he's running the garage all alone, under legal circumstances. It's a lot of work, especially after his father put a permanent mark on the garage's reputation, but he's doing his best to get by. Being a mechanic is the only thing he knows how to do anyway.

It's a warm summer night when they accidentally meet at a bar. Sean's taking Daniel out drinking for his 21th birthday with Lyla, Chris, Noah and some of Daniel's college buddies. Sean goes up to the bar to buy the first round of shots, leaning on the counter, waiting with his fingers tapping the surface.

Finn.. he's fucking smitten the minute he spots Sean. There's just something about him that stands out in the crowd. He's also kind of.. familiar. Sean has a slightly rugged look with a goatee. He's all lean muscle, broad shoulders in a plain white tshirt that compliments his natural tan skin so well, a long, black wolf medallion hanging by the middle of his chest. The veins on his arms are prominent from all the smoking and heavy lifting, and his legs.. well, fuck.

Finn doesn't hesitate for a second before sliding up to him, calling him sweetheart right off the bat.

Sean's considerably less shy than he was a years ago as a teen. He's still quiet, more brooding than he used to be but definitely more upfront as well. He flirts back because Finn's very attractive and it's flattering that someone like him is showing interest in Sean. With Finn's dreads put up in a bun his sharp features are fully visible, there's a septum hanging from his nose. His face tattoos are strangely endearing, he pulls them off by being so confident in his own skin.

They banter flirtily, there's no doubt about the attraction between the two. Finn notices the Diaz tattoo on Sean's wrist and it clicks where he's seen those brown doe eyes before. They met once because of their dads. He comments something about his looks and how he’s changed. Sean's confused at first. As it dawns on him, he starts acting more reluctant, recalling Esteban's warnings about the no-good McNamara family. Finn, despite sensing the shift in his behavior, doesn't give up.

When Sean gets his shots, he excuses himself back to Daniel's, but before he could go back Finn hands over his phone number, scribbled down quickly on a scrap of paper with a goofy smiley:

"*call me, Sweetie

xoxo ~ Finn*"

Finn gets back to his own crew but all he can do through the whole night is steal glances of Sean. Sean tries to focus on Daniel, it's his birthday after all. He's giving him the keys to his old car but playfully warns him not to give it a go tonight. Daniel's ecstatic, it's the first (official) time they're getting drunk together.

Still, even after finding out about who he was, Sean's eyes can't help wandering over to Finn.. the two men's gaze occasionally meet from across the room. Turns out, both Lyla and Daniel notice, they saw the two interact at the bar and what they're doing now is obvious. They tease Sean because of it. "Think you've got some drool on your face, man." Daniel knocks his elbow against his with a cheeky grin, Lyla has a similar expression on her face as she sushes Daniel. "Sssh, careful, dude. You're interrupting the eye-fucking."

Sean decides he needs a smoke. He downs his (third) shot before grabbing the lighter and cigarette pack from his coat then heads out alone. He can't resist checking on Finn one last time despite how his head is full of warnings. Finn catches it and follows not too far behind, ignoring his friends' perverted comments.

Sean's leaning against the brickwall in the alley with his left leg bent when Finn joins him. "Ain't usually into smokers but damn, sweetheart. That's a good look on ya." Finn's accent is impossible to miss, his voice is smooth and so relaxing. The grey smoke cascades out of Sean's mouth as he exhales, disappearing into the dark night, his own cheeks slightly pink but the neon lights conceal it. His lips wrap around the cigarette one more time before they part softly, looking erotic even though it's not his intention. Finn follows the motion with his eyes, not at all hiding his interest.

At first, it's mostly Finn flirting, Sean's still undecided, his heart in a constant fight with his brain. They chat for long, their friends completely forgotten. They end up laughing together, a lot. Sean finds out Finn's got a way with words and Finn.. he learns that Sean doesn't really but it's okay because he gets him on a deeper level. Sean's eyes are more expressive than he is verbally but luckily Finn's excellent at reading people. The tan male finds himself liking this punk more and more.

The topic turns more serious. They connect. Neither of them knows how but they end up chatting about their families. Finn he reveals more than he normally would to strangers, Sean (sort of) knows his situation anyway. Sean talks about how he's alone with Daniel, the only family they have is each other and Finn can relate to that, his brothers are the only family he's got left.

As silence falls upon them once more, Sean realizes Finn's somehow drifted closer to him and he can feel Finn's breath on his face. There comes the moment which seems to be a turning point, somehow. Both of the guys are thinking the same. Finn's eyes flickering down to Sean's plump lips. Their heartbeats quickening, breathing turning faster. Finn makes the first step, bringing a calloused hand up to Sean's face, thumb swiping over his cheek, curiously awaiting his reaction.

Sean's heart wins. His lips part, he couldn't look away from Finn's piercing blue eyes and doesn't think before he closes the distance, their lips meeting in a sensual kiss that's excruciatingly slow and passionate. Sean feels like he's forgotten how to breathe, the wind's knocked right out of him. Finn's lips are massaging against Sean's for minutes, they're getting lost in the sensations. Sean's hands are now resting on Finn's hip, not wanting to pull back because it's so damn good.

When Finn goes to break away, Sean chases after him and tugs on the neck of his tshirt to pull him back which causes their bodies to collide accidentally.

Finn downright moans.

Pins Sean against the wall with his forearm by his head, which in turn makes the younger whimper into his mouth. Finn swallows up the sound, the make out session suddenly turns more heated. Sean’s long fingers slide up the front of Finn's tshirt, feeling up the flat of his stomach and it sets off something in the tattooed man, his tongue pushing into Sean's mouth to explore it eagerly. Finn grabs Sean's ass over those tight black jeans and they're both getting carried away, it's too much and Sean's stopped thinking..

Hannah interrupts, looking for Finn because Cassidy knocked herself out. They're both visibly flustered, Sean's feeling shy suddenly. "Sorry, darlin'. Duty calls but.. would love to do this again, sometime. All'uv it." Finn winks suggestively before disappearing inside, leaving Sean there alone. He brings his fingers up to his lips, the taste of Finn still lingering.

[shavenstudios]

BRAND NEW LIVE MUSICAL OPEN FOR AUDITIONS!

PROJECT TITLE: HEATHERS ; THE MUSICAL PROJECT TYPE: THEATRE / STAGE PREFORMANCE GENRE: DARK COMEDY / DRAMA

RELEASE: FALL 2019 REHEARSAL: AUGUST 5 — OCTOBER 12 RUN TIME: OCTOBER 27 — NOVEMBER 10

DIRECTORS: BEN HARDY & COLE SPROUSE PRODUCERS: TESSA THOMPSON / ONE SPOT OPEN

CAST:

MAIN:

HEATHER CHANDLER ; the head leader of the titular group, her signature colour is red, symbolizing her power and destruction. she is cold and ruthless. she has somewhat of a ’ god like ’ status at the school — making everyone either fearful that they’ll be the next target of her attention, or look at her in pure admiration. she takes an interest in veronica because of her valuable skill in replicating other people’s handwriting — something that will lead to her demise. — OPEN.

HEATHER DUKE ; second in command, her signature colour is green — symbolizing the jealousy that she holds towards chandler. quiet and reserved by nature, she is a forced extrovert when around chandler. she is vulnerable and seeks out acceptance from heather ( c ) — something that she never receives.  she joins in with the torment inflicted on martha, despite them once being best friends back at camp. after heather’s fall from grace, she takes over and adopts her personality. no longer holding any sort of empathy that she once possessed before, she begins to boss around mcnamara and sawyer — driving them both away from her in the process.— LILI REINHART.

HEATHER MCNAMARA ; the quietest of the heathers, her signature colour is yellow, symbolizing her reluctance, and nicer ( in comparison ) personality. she is easily influenced by those around her, and often does brash things to seek out acceptance from heather chandler. she is ditzy and innocent when compared to the others ( ex ; asking if they even have thanksgiving in africa ) she joins in with the unfair treatment to martha, but seems to only participate for the reasons listed above. after heather’s fall from grace, she is bullied relentlessly by duke after her and sawyer overhear her conversation on ’ hot probs. ’ she is helped by veronica, and the two remain close. — LUCY BOYNTON.

VERONICA SAWYER ; independent and intelligent, veronica’s signature colour is blue, symbolizing her defiance of heather chandler’s red. she is practical minded and doesn’t seem to understand the method of the heather’s madness. she is reluctant to joining in with anything having to do with martha, as she has nothing against / for her. she views heather mcnamara as an actual friend, and joins her on her date with curt so that she wouldn’t be alone. after heather’s demise she distances herself from duke, as she cannot stand the person that she’s become. she attracts the attention of jason dean for her rebellious attitude towards her ’ friends ‘ — something that will turn her life completely inside out. — MELISSA BENOIST.

JASON ’ JD ’ DEAN ; manipulative and an outcast, jason’s signature colour is black, symbolizing his mysterious and dramatic personality. a recluse, he eats alone at lunch at the table in the very back of the cafeteria. seeming inquisitive at first, he, like duke, begins to shed his layers as the plot progresses. cold and calculating, he sees the whole high school as ’ society ’ and plans to blow up the school to gain mass attention. the driving force between his actions is his relationship with veronica. he uses her as a method to get what he wants. after heather’s fall from grace, he persuades veronica to write out a letter in her handwriting as to not make them suspect. — LUKE HEMMINGS.

SUPPORTING:

KURT KELLY & RAM SWEENY ; your typical dumb jock trope. they are dimwitted, loud, boisterous, and absentminded. they are both on the football team, and take part in bullying, but not to the extent of the heather’s. they are always seen together ( even in death ) ram more so than kurt has better morals, by feeling uncomfortable by the bullying of martha. after their demise, their ghosts watch over the situation with martha and veronica — when sawyer reveals that she had written the note earlier at heather’s insistence, he and ram agree that it was way too harsh. — OPEN.

MARTHA DUNNSOTCK ; friendly and introverted, martha’s signature colour is pink, symbolizing compassion and playfulness. she is friends with veronica sawyer, and later heather mcnamara. she harbours a crush on kurt kelly and is genuinely ecstatic that he of all people had written her a note. mainly bullied because of her curvier build, she is a recluse whose only comfort is herself. — OPEN.

BETTY FINN ; like martha, betty is introverted and kindhearted. betty’s signature colour is orange, symbolizing her creativity and warm personality. a friend of veronica’s since they were little, she stills sees her as a true friend besides her connections to the most hated clique in school. she hangs out with the other ’ nerds ’ of the school and seems surprised when veronica invites her for a game of croquet back at her house. — ZENDAYA COLEMAN.

PETER DAWSON ; veronica’s friend and fellow helper for the newspaper. he is levelheaded and doesn’t believe in any of the rumours that begin to get spread around about her, kurt, and ram. his dream college is harvard, and can come off as quite pretentious. intelligent and extroverted, he starts several clubs at the school, including the ’ save the world ’ campaign. — JOE MAZZELLO.

MISS. FLEMING ; eccentric and free-spirited, miss fleming is always at the forfront of the issues in the school. she’s tried ( and failed ) to organise various campaigns for the school, but was shot down because of her ’ hippy-ish ways. ’ she sees the destruction of teenage adolescence after heather’s demise and forces her class to read over her letter, and then analyse every little section of it. she eventually succeeds in getting a filming crew at the school, and blows the situations involving the students way out of proportion; using it now as a cheap ploy for attention; her once good intentions have gone sour. — OPEN.

PLOT: 

the year is 1989, and veronica sawyer is the newest student to westerberg high school. shortly after her arrival, she catches the eye of heather chandler. gifted with the talent of replicating anyone’s handwriting, she proves to be a valuable asset to their reign — and later fall. joined by the piranha heather chandler, docile heather mcnamara, and book smart heather duke, she gives in and joins them on their crusade to rule the school body. eventually catching the eye of jason ’ jd ’ due to her defiance to chandler, he gets captivated by her and they begin a relationship. unbeknownst to her, he is deeply unhinged and has more cynical ideas besides mixing orange juice and milk. having to put most of her morals on the back burner, veronica struggles to juggle the pressure of popularity, a relationship, and her teen angst developing it’s own body count. 

ANYTHING ELSE ; this will be using the HIGH SCHOOL version of the musical. meaning, most profanity and triggering material will be cut back dramatically. 

CONTACT JEN IF INTERESTED!

[lumenouarp]

(Finnian Ambrose) our (Derek Theler) is looking for their (cousin), age (utp) years old that resides in (Kings Hill, Northland, or Southland) and is a (guardian human, hybrid, or half-faerie) serving as (utp).

♔ Brief description of connection: They’re related to Finnian on either side - paternal or maternal. (It doesn’t matter since both of his parents are guardian faeries). Since betraying Southland (20 years ago), Finn has made it a point to grow closer to his cousin. Whether they want to, or have accepted his attempts, are utp. And whether they still consider Finnian family after betraying Southland and becoming ruler of the Dark World is also utp. 

♔ Suggested FCs: Daniel Henney, Shantel VanSanten, Aiysha Hart, Katherine McNamara, Max Thieriot, Casey Deidrick, utp

♔ This connection does not require contact

[shalebridge-cradle]

Crash, Bang

(Happy Holiday Season. Are you ready to s u f f e r ?)

Veronica doesn’t remember much. A crash. A bang. Black.

She wakes to a blurry red. Heather Chandler, standing over her. She’s not surprised, at this point – Heather had proven many times that even death won’t stop her from bitching. There’s something unfamiliar in her eyes, though, Veronica notes as she scrambles to her feet (and wonders how she got on the floor in the first place).

“Look at me,” Heather commands. Veronica pulls a face – she is looking at her. Examining her is looking. Jaw clenched, lips pursed, Veronica would think that it’s anger on Chandler’s face, if she hadn’t seen anger so many times to know it isn’t.

“Your diary. Get your diary.”

Heather steps to one side, giving Veronica room to move. From her position in her closet (there’s a metaphor there, but Veronica had never been one for acting things out), she looks over her ruined room.

“What happened?” Veronica asks. Heather looks like she’s about to answer, but decides against it at the last second.

“I’ll tell you later. Your diary is on your desk still. Turn to October 12th, and I’ll explain.”

Veronica wanders over to her desk, and she can feel Chandler’s eyes following her. The diary is open, today’s entry unfinished. She can’t remember why, and it’s really starting to bug her.

“October 12th,” Heather repeats, and Veronica rolls her eyes as she turns the pages. Slowly but surely, she winds the clock back to the middle of October. What happened that day that was so important, anyway…?

Oh.

That was the day of Kurt and Ram’s funeral.

That was the entry where she revealed JD had killed three people, and that the guilt was – is – eating away at her.

This is the entry Chandler wanted to see.

Why?

“Good,” Heather hums from behind her, “it’s important for the cops to see that.”

“Cops?” there’s a pang of dread, creeping up her throat like vines.

Heather sighs, and takes Veronica’s hand.

She shouldn’t be able to do that. Shit, she hasn’t been able to do that, all of her slaps and caresses passing through Veronica with the chill of a winter wind. The fact that Heather is touching her, and the fact that she doesn’t feel ice cold against Veronica’s skin means…

It hits her. Crash. Bang.

Dead.

Veronica sinks to the floor, drained, and Heather’s voice fades into the background.

  The Westerburg gym doesn’t end up exploding.

Everyone’s out of the football field, and the reality seemingly hasn’t set in for most of the students. The cops and the bomb squad have come and gone, and Heather snarks about how they actually did their job, this time.

“How are you so calm about this?” Veronica asks. Heather scoffs.

“Nothing I can do about it. Might as well make the most of it. Simple as that.”

Veronica scans the crowd, bereft of a witty response. She sees a few familiar faces – Peter Dawson animatedly talking to Dennis from the school newspaper. Courtney looking like she’s seen a ghost (and Veronica briefly wonders if she has).

The most important thing is that Martha is there, alive. Leaning over one side of the motorized wheelchair is Heather McNamara, egged on by Betty Finn (Veronica remembers this girl, she gives good answers in the lunchtime poll), and whatever McNamara’s saying is bringing a smile to Martha’s face. Maybe they’re bonding over their suicide attempts, Veronica muses, and she hates herself for thinking it. On the other side was the ghost of Ram Sweeney, looking oddly contemplative. Veronica wouldn’t have thought him capable.

Her focus returns to herself. She feels empty. Hollow. Maybe if everyone had blown up, maybe at least she’d be overwhelmed with anguish and anger and guilt instead of this suffocating nothing.

Seemingly in response to this, Heather gently takes her hand.

“Put it this way,” it’s almost a whisper, and yet Veronica can hear her clear as day over the ocean of voices, “there’s no expectations anymore. No obligations. Five million dollars and a world that’s ending. What do you want to do?”

I want to feel.

Veronica grabs Heather Chandler by the waist and pulls her in for a kiss.

Heather kisses back.

  Veronica attends her own funeral.

There’s an unexpectedly large turnout – the pews at the front were reserved for people who actually knew Veronica, instead of just immediate family members. There are distant relatives, classmates from years past, people from around town and at least two cameramen in the back row.

Heather is scowling.

“There’s at least seventy more people here than there were at my funeral,” she grumbles, and Veronica chuckles darkly.

Father Ripper gives his speech, and Veronica has to admire his ability to turn anyone into a martyr. He speaks of guilt and absolution in the eyes of God, and how Veronica’s dedication to recording everything led police to save hundreds of lives.

He says nothing about her being an accessory to murder. It hangs in the air like a bad stench.

When the coffin is brought to the cemetery and Veronica Sawyer is put in the ground, there’s a finality to it all that breaks her. She hugs herself, trying desperately to hold herself together, to keep all her memories and quirks and her identity from falling into the grave.

Heather tries to help her, but all Veronica can do is babble about how everything’s like a dream and she’s forgotten how to breathe and I’m dead I’m dead I’m dead plays over and over in her head.

“I know,” Heather murmurs, her voice like rain on a raging fire, “I know. I know.”

There’s no point in lying to Veronica, now.

  She visits her murderer in prison.

It’s like a thread, Veronica decides. Something tying them together, tugging at her when she thinks of him, but nothing so strong that she can’t ignore it.

Jason Dean gazes up at her from the floor of his solitary confinement cell with a look of awe, not fear.

“I was fixing it,” he tells her, and even he seems a little unconvinced at the statement, “Everyone gets along in heaven. You wouldn’t have to be stuck with Queen Bitch and her lackeys for eternity if everyone’s with you.”

“You killed me.” There’s an unnatural echo to Veronica’s voice. JD shies away, just slightly.

“I was winning you over with my petition, I know it. It was such a great plan. Still, I…” he pauses, and emotion reaches his eyes for what may be the first time, “I got a little, ah, heated, and my finger was on the trigger when I opened the door. A slip of the hand.”

There’s a distinct lack of apology in the statement.

Veronica leans over him. Studying him closely for a moment.

Then, without warning, she shoves her hand through his skull, and JD yells at what Veronica is sure is a very familiar sensation.

“You had a choice, Dean,” she growls, and there’s a flash of unbridled rage in JD’s eyes at the mention of that name, “You could have been more. More than just a copy of your dad with a messiah complex. But you’ve made your decision.”

Veronica pulls away, and gives JD, the lost, lonely boy once last glance.

“Now you’re left alone with your thoughts. I hope they eat you alive.”

Veronica vanishes, and the cell melts away before her eyes, replaced by the somber greys and greens of the Sherwood Cemetery.

Heather is waiting for her.

  Heather McNamara contacts her a few months later.

Veronica never really pictured the head cheerleader as an occult nut. Then again, there’s a lot of things people didn’t know about her, Veronica muses as McNamara, Martha and Betty set up the Ouija board. And candles. Like that will help the process, somehow.

The first question is from Martha.

“Why?”

Veronica feels the cold sting of regret as Chandler scoffs from the corner of the room. There’s a lot of things that word could mean – Why did you cover up the deaths of Heather, and Kurt, and Ram? Why did you stay with Jason Dean?

Why did you lie to me? Why were you so cruel?

It’s a good thing the answer is always the same. Veronica grabs the marker and moves it around the board.

A.F.R.A.I.D.

Weren’t they all?

  By turning the pages of her diary, and moving the wooden marker, Veronica deduces she can interact with some things, but not others.

She says as much to Heather. Chandler nods, understanding, and then that same something Veronica saw on the day she died creeps onto Heather’s face.

It comes out like a confession. “I tried to pull the pen out of your hands, when you were writing my suicide note. That did nothing, obviously. I tried talking to my parents, to Heather, to get someone to notice me, but the only person who heard was you.” Heather pauses. “Sorry. For what I said.”

“No big deal. I deserved it.” Veronica pushes on when Heather opens her mouth to interrupt, “What can you touch? Or, y’know, interact with? Anything?”

Heather thinks for a moment.

“Mirrors,” she says slowly, “All the ones in my house broke after my funeral, when I was yelling at my mom to listen. I think Heather Duke saw me once in the girls’ bathroom, too.”

Veronica nods, connecting the dots in her head.

  Veronica experimentally picks up Martha’s pen. Hypothesis confirmed. Objects connected to her in life.

She knows Martha won’t come up to her bedroom anytime soon – there’s too much animated discussion from downstairs, excited voices floating through Veronica’s ears as she writes. McNamara and Betty have come over for an evening of swashbuckling and true love. Veronica knows at least McNamara hasn’t seen The Princess Bride, since every accidental reference Veronica made flew straight over her head.

She has to make a conscious effort not to go downstairs and join them. It’s not her place anymore, she tells herself. Back to the task at hand.

She’s always been good with words. Even Chandler had grudgingly thanked her for the suicide note (god, that was fucked up), but Martha had been there for Veronica as long as she could remember. She deserved art.

Veronica writes in Martha’s history book. She says she’s sorry for everything she unwittingly put Martha through, for being self-centered and murderous and awful. She says she doesn’t know if life is different after high school, and that she never will, but for Martha’s sake she hopes that life outside Sherwood is better for her, and for her new friends. She tells Martha to keep them close, but to let Veronica go.

There’s a voice from behind her.

“Can you tell her that I’m sorry?” Ram Sweeney asks meekly. Veronica had almost forgotten about him. “I was shitty to her, and I get that now.”

“I’ll consider it.”

She does. Maybe it’ll give him closure, she rationalizes. Maybe then he and Kurt could move on. Maybe they can do all the things Ram’s father said he would.

Maybe she could move on, too.

 (She doesn’t.)

  It gets easier.

Veronica figures some things out. Heather makes a game of scaring the shit out of Country Club Courtney (“I’m trying to make her a better person. I’m scaring her straight.” Veronica doesn’t believe her, but plays along anyway.) Veronica spends most of her time reading books over Heather Duke’s shoulder or drawing on Ms. Fleming’s blackboard. Heather gives her a backhanded compliment on her artistic talent, and Veronica giggles as she wipes the pictures away.

Sometimes Heather holds her, or she holds Heather, because one or the other just remembered what it’s like to die. They keep each other grounded.

The Class of 1990 graduates, short five members. Then the Class of ’91, ’92, and so on. Fleming retires. Gowan resigns.

The world moves on around them, and they stay the same.

It never gets better. Just easier.

[dogsofwarhq]

+  2  wanted  connections.

      MARYA SERGEYEVNA PREOBRAZHENSKAYA / CRYSTAL REED , the MEDIK OF THE VOLK / PRODUCE SHOP OWNER is searching for a YOUNGER BROTHER , ANATOLY SERGEYEVICH PREOBRAZHENSKY . they should appear to be roughly TWENTY EIGHT and hold a resemblance to CALLUM TURNER , DAVID CORENSWET , FINN COLE , FREDDY CARTER , ANY DARK - HAIRED FC . the information necessary to be known upon this connection is as follows : THE YOUNGEST SON OF THE MAIN PREOBRAZHENSKY BRANCH OF THAT SAME BROTHERHOOD , ANATOLY WENT MISSING AND WAS PRESUMED DECEASED QUITE EARLY ON DURING THE WAR . IT IS LIKELY THAT HE EITHER SUFFERED A GRIEVOUS INJURY , LEAVING HIM WITH TEMPORARY MEMORY LOST , OR THAT HE DESERTED HIS POST TO JOIN THE RISING REVOLUTION , AND WAS MISTAKENLY MARKED AS DEAD . LIKE MARYA , ANATOLY WAS SHELTERED FROM THE BLOODY HISTORY OF THE BROTHERHOOD AND LOST HIS ‘INNOCENCE’ IN THE WAR , AND WOULD BE DISILLUSIONED BY THE MILITARY , THE IMPERIALIST GOVERNMENT AND THE BRATVA . BUT HE WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO ESCAPE THE LIFE , SEEING AS LIKE MARYA , HE IS GOOD AT WHAT HE WAS BORN TO DO ─ STEAL , FIGHT AND SCHEME . HE HAS STAYED FAR FROM HIS SISTER , THE PREOBRAZHENSKY BROTHERHOOD AND HIS OLD LIFE FOR AS LONG AS POSSIBLE FOLLOWING THE END OF WAR , BUT HE LIKELY IS IN SEARCH OF EMPLOYMENT IN MOSCOW , NOT EXPECTING TO SEE HIS SISTER THERE ( AS THEIR FAMILY BRATVA IS BASED IN PETROGRAD ) . the player  DOES  need to be contacted for the creation of this character . ( @maryasky )

     VITALIYA YVONNE BALAKIREV   /  KAT MCNAMARA ,  the  BOYEVIK  is  searching  for  a  TWIN BROTHER.  they  should  appear  to  be  roughly  TWENTY FOUR  and  hold  a  resemblance  to  CHASE STOKES. , ROSS LYNCH , ANY MATCHING MALE FC.   the  information  necessary  to  be  known  upon  this  connection  is  as  follows  :  their mother died giving birth to them , and their father hated them for it . he took his rage out on the both physically and mentally . ever since they were kids it was them two against the world , until it wasn’t. when vitaliya fell in love at seventeen , she ran away from home leaving them behind . she never came back. they hadn’t seen eachother until she relocated to moscow with her son that they met again . how long they’ve been there , what they’re doing there , how they feel abt everything e.c.t. is completely up to you ! she is currently feeling guilty and has a lot of regret about everything , so i imagine some good o’l angst with this one.  the  player  DOES NOT  need  to  be  contacted  for  the  creation  of  this  character.  ( @sinfcls )

[awakeningshqs]

Oh okay! Mw children?

I know we have requested connections for a son of Velma from Scooby Doo, child of Mason and Alex from Wizards of Waverly Place (but please message the mun beforehand if you plan to apply for them!), daughter of Harley Quinn and the Joker, and son of Richie Tozier from It, so I’d recommend looking at our connections page!  Children of Shaggy from Scooby Doo, Mike, Bill, or Ben and Beverly from It, anyone from Marvel, Sabrina Spellman from CAOS, Aurora and Phillip or Maleficent from Sleeping Beauty, Data, Riker and Troi, or Picard from Star Trek, Rey, Finn, or Poe from Star Wars, Prince Humperdinck from The Princess Bride, Regina George, Karen Smith, Gretchen Wieners, or Janis Sarkisian from Mean Girls, Lydia Deetz from Beetlejuice, Heather Duke or Heather McNamara from Heathers are all wanted, as well as anyone from Teen Wolf or Wizards of Waverly Place!  Members, feel free to add on to this as well!