#fynn my beloved

[bioluminescentfrog]

ezra save me i wrote that 2k words without realizing i now have to go over and edit the entire thing

or i could just continue..........

i forgot how much i also hate writing

you could take the red pill and edit it yourself.... or you could give and i will. edit it eventually

think of is like cowriting. teamwork ^-^

[ilyfynn]

intro post time bc might as well

heyy, i'm fynn! i take any pronouns.

i am: infj 4w5 rloai (personality types nerd)

the only really defining thing about me is being an ardent mcsr enthusiast who writes fanfic very SLOW. once fast, now slow. i watch way too many speedrunners i actually cant list them all

go check out this hypepost for my mcytblr aufest hbg boxing au work with @im-bored-so-i-draw :3 pfp is cat hax hackingnoises by them. ahujkzxvn,cauisfgjkawfrsdjzkasdfjkzahrsdfjkzahfsd

also! if you would like to join the scuffed mcsrblr tumblr community pls hmu :D

more info beneath the cut:

my primary fandom is mcsr (minecraft speedrunning :D). it has my whole heart forever and ever.

i have also been into:

six of crows/grishaverse my beloved

murder most unladylike: halex fics found in link at bottom

once a httyd diehard, always a httyd diehard

lifesteal enjoyer who is currently on fraudwatch (knows an embarrassing amount of lack of lore)

I am a MCC predictions nerd. love mcc forever and ever

anything mc related really. but mainly my speedrunners. mwa

use ur common sense please. no specific dni - i will happily and capably use the block button should the necessity occur

i promise i am very very friendly interaction please don't be afraid to say hello :D

shoutout to the talented and brilliant and amazing @notnickel. ily nicki our au will see the sunshine again someday

also shoutout to @theembergazer keep being awesome. when ur mad at me just think about how ive included you here 👍👍

okay mild tagging system but I'm messy af ):

fynn rambles <- i ramble

fynn's hiraeth <- a fanfic i'm writing

fynn answers <- i answer asks

fynn's fanfic <- any other fanfic

boxing au <- the boxing au for mcytblr aufest that i am hyping way too much

general ao3 and mmu works (don't expect much as due to unforseen circumstances a while back i had to anon quiiite a few mcsr works)

[oh-no-another-idea]

With words such as these...

...it's not a hardship to guess they came from beloved @sleepyowlwrites! Thank you, dear, I'm looking for save, scold, shiver, stare. BONUS: salvation, scorn.

Save: [early Antonio and Lewis interaction 🙄]

Antonio held out a sandwich and smiled. “What is this, some kind of charity?” The smile faded a little. “No, it’s friendliness. If it was anything else, it’d be a thank you, I suppose. For saving my life and all that.” Lewis still didn’t reach out. “I didn’t save your life. I didn’t employ the brake. All I did was happen to be standing in the same car you were. I don’t want your—” “Huen, boy, just take it,” McGower muttered. “He’s trying to be friendly.”

Scold:

“Boredom,” Antonio scolded, “Isn’t learning and fun. Boredom is the moments in between, the gilded chair that spins between one desk and another stack of papers to be sorted.” Velia sniffed. “I didn’t know you were a poet.”

Shiver:

“So you don’t care that it’s killing people, that it’s trading one set of lives for another,” Fynn bit out. They were, Velia thought, seeing a very real and very hard side of him for the first time.             “I care,” Paris said, intent and charged. He held Fynn’s gaze; Velia shivered, wondering what it would feel like to be so thoroughly trapped by him like that.

Stare:

A young and skinny man in a low turned hat hurried past. His shoulder slammed into Velia’s back and nearly sent her sprawling. Bewildered, the man stared through what appeared to be empty space, and then continued on his way, muttering about caffeine. Self centered idiot. Velia envisioned him drowned in a vat of his precious caffeine, and then wrapped her arm around the street signpost and leaned out into the street.

Scorn:

The light fell through the doorway, giving the black fabric of his suit a silvery sheen. He put his hand across the door, effectively keeping her from crossing to the next car. “It’s what you think you’ve been waiting for, isn’t it. You think it’s the answer.” She didn’t owe him any explanations. She could duck under his arm and leave him talking to thin air, or she could push him aside like she truly existed and let him feel the extent of her scorn. She didn’t anticipate his arm to be so strong. “Fine, leave,” Paris said, and then his arm was gone. “But this isn’t the answer, it can’t be. This could kill you, Velia.”

I'll tag @kaiusvnoir @i-can-even-burn-salad @captain-kraken @thewriteflame @theunboundwriter @thegreatobsesso @catchingbigfish @pluttskutt @josephinegerardywriter @justnerdy15 @emelkae @halleyuhm and ANYONE else who'd like to look for those, there, hit, and hurt!

[notnickel]

oh nooo i am blessed with the horrors of having to wake up at five am to go for a freaking hike tomorrow. how awesome would it be if I woke up to a tiny tiny fragment of the great nickelnotdime's exquisitely brilliant writing. but of course that could never happen........

OTHERWISR THIS IS A PERIODICAL REMINDER THAT UR AMAZING :D

ILYFYNN FYNN MY BELOVED!!!

A COLLECTION OF WIP SNIPPETS FOR YOU :D HAVE A GOOD HIKE

[theatrekidenergy]

heyo!! Welcome to my page!!

heyo!! You can call me Arrow or Fynn and I use they/he/it! I am Bisexual, AroAceflux, transmasc nonbinary and genderfaun!!

I’m also neurodivergent and am currently hyperfixated on Percy Jackson (Cabin 7 Apollo kid here) and my special interest is Pyschology! I really love MBTI, Psychology, Percy Jackson, Marvel (Moon Knight and secret invasion my beloved), physics and music.

I just joined Tumblr and have no clue what’s going on so please be patient! I’m a grey wolf, North American crow, cat (some kind) and dhole therian. Tone tags are greatly appreciated because my dumb ass can’t figure out tone and take everything literally. I speak English and Czech, and I’m learning viola and bass guitar. P.S I change this pinned frequently so if it changes you know why!!

Can’t wait to learn more about you guys and actually figure out what the heck I’m supposed to do, have a lovely day/night, na shledanou and best wishes from cabin 7!!

[earlydew]

fynn decided against a pepper-lookalike cake and went with a racing car instead. it was one of those really fancy-looking ones you could find on social media but this was a special day and he even convinced his cat to wear a birthday hat after paying her with food that was more expensive than his own. fynn and pepper waited for taeyang to make it home, the house which was still mostly in renovation decorated. he perfectly tamed the music when the nurse unlocked the door and Christmas lights went on. 'happy cake day! i mean, happy birthday!' the second birthday together was just as special as the first and fynn had no intentions to make the next any less, this day always would be special. pepper even wiggled a little with her tail when fynn moved over: 'yes, before you can do anything, you have to make a wish and blow out candles!'

a chuckle of joy escaped the nurse's lips as he was greeted home by his partner, a grand cake in hands and their beloved furball of cuteness by his side. it was clear how much effort and thought the other had put into celebrating his birthday, fynn always did. “ aww, baby... ” taeyang cooed adorably seeing the british shorthair wearing a tiny party hat on. it was placed perfectly on top of her head but her resting grumpy face still remained which made her look even cuter if anyone asked him! he was about to squat down to give the little ball of fur an affectionate caress when his boyfriend urged him to make a wish and blow out the candles, to which he obliged. closing his eyes with a small smile, hands clasped together as if in a prayer he's long stopped believing in the power of. the faces of the people he loved started appearing into his mind and he wished for them and himself nothing but happiness, good health and closure. finally, if his person was his destiny, he hoped that they could stay as they were for a long time and grow through all the hurdles they would have to face. with that, he finally opened his eyes to meet the gaze of the other before taking a deep breath in, puffing out his cheeks and sweeping his breath across each row of candles. “ thank you. you did amazing with the decorations and well, everything else, ” he spoke softly, a hand cupping the blond's cheek with the same fond look he always had whenever he'd look at him. “ now, aren't you forgetting something? where's my kiss? ”

[scribblingfangirl]

CANDY CANES & SPIDER WEBS | Julie and the Phantoms - Luke Patterson

not my gif!

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Author’s Note: First things first, let’s not start the scene in reverse but with the mention that: Yes, I am aware that Halloween was a few months ago, but since I’m stuck studying for two upcoming exams and procrastinating on my Billy Russo fic I mindlessly wandered through all of my unfinished and forgotten WIPs and found this one - and it spoke to me! So, I hope you have fun with this little, weird and late Halloween thingy.

word count: ~ 1.2k

summary/prompt: alive!AU (2020) - Luke has to wear a Dirty Candy outfit and gets scared by a fake spider 

warnings: english is not my first language, therefore, typos and long sentences (this was not beta-read), tw: a teeny tiny mention of being puffy (said in a joking manner and later on confirming that she (you) feels amazing in her (your) body) [if that’s inappropriate for many people I will of course take this fic down and/or change it to something else]

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The entire school was decorated. From the halls and classrooms (yes, much to the suffering of a certain brunette lead guitarist, even the music room) down to the cafeteria and the gym. Black cloths were covering the windows, fake spider webs were put up in all sorts of nooks, crannies and corners, bowls with candy could be found all over and the lights were dimmed. The music was so loud the vibrations did not only move the floor but the bones of the students as well. Well… maybe it wasn’t just the volume, but the fact that the music came from a certain band called Julie and the Phantoms and it was almost impossible not to move your body to their tunes. Or maybe they just felt bad for the lead guitarist who was struggling to jump around in his... rather sparkly Halloween costume. 

Earlier during the week, the principal had made an announcement, saying that everybody had to wear at least some sort of Halloween costume to be invited to the schools annual night of terror. Of course, Luke being Luke was not even thinking about the possibility of separating himself from his beloved sleeveless shirts and/or his flannels. Which is why he was very adamant on dressing up as you on Halloween. 

“Going as your significant other is going as someone else as well!” 

“Fine…but only if I get to choose your outfit.”

“Deal.”

Much to his dismay, he seemed to have forgotten that, in contrast to himself, you did not only own band-shirts, flannels and vans, and looked rather dumbfounded when you handed him the mountain of clothes you chose for him.

“That’s…. no. A definite no from me. This sparkles and has sleeves.”

“I’m sorry, what? There must’ve been a miscommunication. Last time I heard you wanted to go to Halloween as your girlfriend… and well, said girlfriend does not walk around like a wanna-be rockstar from the 90s all the time but is also a member of a girl group called Dirty Candy. So, say hello to a wonderful blue glittering crop top and matching see-through blouse! At least you get to keep your sneakers and the colour matches your eyes. Now chop chop! You promised Julie to fit in one last rehearsal before tonight!”

You could've sworn that you heard him mumble “And that’s why you don’t mess with your enemies” before he closed the bathroom door behind him. Five minutes later you were almost crying from laughter.

“I can’t believe it actually fits you, at least more or less!” you giggled, looking him up and down as he twirled uncomfortably in front of the mirror, staring disbelievingly at himself. “Wait… does that mean that I’m puffy or are you just small?”

“Do not worry Y/N. Even though you obviously actually are the Witch you're dressing up to be, I love you the way you are”, he answered quickly, pecked your lips and ran out of your room, hoping to bypass the looks from your parents. “See you tonight! And don’t be too jealous when I make Dirty Candy look good for once!”

You opened your windows and watched him struggle into the car. Before he could drive off you frowned, as you realized that he never actually answered your question. “Hey! Wait! You are small, right?!” But he just dismissively waved out of the car window as he disappeared from your view.

“He called you puffy?” a shocked Fynn shouted at you over the loud music.

“No, I said it as a joke, but he didn’t exactly call himself small” you shouted back. 

"I mean, come on girl! My body is amazing!"

“Nevertheless, that screams for revenge!”

Expectantly you raised your eyebrows and smirked, it was Halloween after all. A night of mischief. “And… oh mighty Flynn. What exactly do you have in mind?”

“Wait and see, wait and see”, she chuckled evilly. “I hope you’re not afraid of spiders.”

An hour later the gym was filled with the steady beat of Flynn's music as she took over as DJ for the rest of the night, while the four band members fled into the safety of the music room.

“They can’t do that! My poor six-string! So broken! So dirty!“ Luke whined as he wiped off the fake blood someone had accidentally spilled onto the guitar when they were pouring it out and smearing it all over the room and windows. 

Alex nodded absentmindedly. “This is a mess… I don’t want to be the cleaning personnel tomorrow. All this, just for one lousy night?”

Reggie threw an arm around his friend and patted his shoulder soothingly. “I’m sorry Willie couldn’t make it tonight, but you know what? Julie and I can be just as fun!” he said, linking his other arm with one of Julie’s and dragging both of them outside, into the corridor leading to the gym.

Turning around to face Luke you let out an exasperated sigh and threw your hands to your hips at the scene in front of you. He was sitting, legs crossed (which worked surprisingly well somehow, considering he was struggling to rock out on stage just a few minutes prior), surrounded by the other guitars and basses inspecting them for more fake blood mishaps. “Really Luke? How come you care more about instruments made out of wood and metal, than about a real, warm and loving person waiting for you?”

He didn’t even look up. “I care about you!”

“You wouldn’t even kill a spider for me, but for your six-string, you would touch real spiderwebs”, you protested, suppressing a giggle, when Luke promptly stood up to take some steps towards you and walked right into some fake ones, moving his arms all over the place to get rid of them. "You look like a blue disco ball."

“I do not and I would for you!” he corrected you, as he finally was able to get rid of the majority of the spiderwebs and made a motion to hug you. “The spiders should know better, anyway. I’m the one with the big hands and feet and they’re the wee ones with all the breakable legs!”

As his arms were almost enveloping you, you quickly put a fake spider onto a piece of spider web on his shoulder that he had missed and pushed him away. “Ew! Don’t touch me, you’re sweaty and... bloody! Go wash away the sweat and the spiderwebs first. And while you’re at it, gently pick up the spider on your shoulder, please? Before you throw my clothes into the cleaner and kill the little wee one with the breakable legs.”

“Sp… spider?” It seemed as if he turned his head in slow motion and when he saw the black thing just slightly outside his peripheral vision, he screamed.

He probably didn’t even think clearly when he started to jump around, frantically patting himself on his shoulders. After a while, he just took off the blouse and crop top, threw them on the ground and started to stomp on it. Breathing heavily he then said: “Did I just scream like a woman?”

“Don’t flatter yourself”, a giggling Flynn said, coming in through the door, followed by Reggie, Julie and Alex who were doubling over at the sight of the topless guitarist. “You might have been wearing the clothes of a woman, yet you still screamed like a little girl.”

Now you couldn’t hold back your laughter anymore either. “Do not worry Luke” you mocked him, “I love you just the way you are. Small and full of fear.”

[maria-de-salinas]

What are your plans once The Alchemist is finished 👀👀

To be honest I'm kind of dreading it a little! It's meant so much to me. Just the confidence not only from writing it an putting it out there but all the lovely comments and messages and recs and the people I've met. The way it got me through what would've been a difficult few years. The way it let me give my beloved feral garbage man his own story on his own terms. The way that Graihagh and her family and Cate and Milo and Fynn will always live on in my head. I'm going to miss it so much. But! I am open to doing a Part 4 with fluffy/angsty/smutty drabbles and one-shots, if people are interested. So feel free to send me prompts!

Other than that I don't know. I'd love to do some Katherine Howard/Anne of Cleves, more Narcissa femslash, dark Lily, platonic Snily, smutty Snack...but I don't know if I have another longfic in me, at least not for awhile.

More than anything though, all the shit in the news has given me a mad urge to write a fic where Hermione gets groped/assaulted/abused by a swaggering, charismatic billionaire bro who sends his army of rabid fans to harass her when she accuses him, and when she uncovers his plans to run for minister of magic she hatches a plot with her lonely eccentric former potions professor to have him poisoned, because fuck it. 

[koishua]

hello tsumu hand holder, i am too a 04 liner. would you mind if i joined? i offer you birthday boy

im kicking and screaming i am in love with your sexc brain and my nickname

THE 04Z WOULD BE NADA WITHOUT YOU, FYNN

BOKUTO OML TARO MY BELOVED 😭😭

[liliansun]

OMG HI HELLO I CAME ACROSS YOUR BLOG THROUGH FYNN MY BELOVED AND I SAW YOUR DESCRIPTION AND I WAS LIKE,, "DAMN, BOTH OUR DESCRIPTIONS MAKE SENSE IF WE PUT THEM TOGETHER IN A SENTENCE"

like, no one's too old for fairytales. he's my fairytale.

ANYWAY HI I'M ADDIE NICE TO MEET YOU <333333

Fynn <3 the beloved ANSUSBSU HI ADDIE IM LILY ITS NIcer to meet you!! <3<3<3 IT WAS destiny for our descriptions to intertwine 😔🤲❤️

[ffii-book]

Final Fantasy II Labyrinth of Nightmares Part 2: Hunters of Transient Dreams, Chapter 5

“Maria!” Firion drew Maria to him, cradling her gently against his chest as if she were a small animal. She was so overcome with joy that the only thing Maria could do was sob out Firion’s name as he held her against him. Guy looked over the two of them, choking back on his own emotions as he bore witness to the gesture of genuine affection between two of his best friends. Hilda and Minwu allowed the three of them to regain their composure before debriefing them on their current circumstances.

Deist had been the first country Palamecia had struck. Due to its close ties with Fynn, the survivors of that initial onslaught had immediately rushed to the aid of Fynn and Hilda. Hilda had marshalled the remaining forces into a rebel army under her leadership and they had hunkered down under the partially standing remains of what had once been the Royal Palace of Deist. It was a location of strategic importance as Deist was on the southern tip of the continent and allowed the rebel army to spy on the movement of Palamecia forces.

Hilda had sent out a squad from this army to retrieve Gordon, and by extension, Firion and his friends.

Firion opened his mouth to express his gratitude for the Princess’ timely rescue. “Princess Hilda, you have --”

She cut him off before he could continue. “You should express your thanks towards Minwu, not myself. It was his skill with magic that allowed us to retrieve your wandering soul.”

Firion forced his attention to the man in white in the corner of the room. “Thank you, Minwu.”

Minwu nodded in return.

“That man...” Firion mused, thinking of his most recent opponent. “He was a mage too. But his magic was evil.”

“You are referring to Count Borghen? I’ve had several reports concerning him from several of our forces stationed around the world. But Firion…” Princess Hilda trailed off, her regal brow furrowed in thought.

“Yes?” Firion responded.

“This is something that goes beyond magic as we understand it.”

“Beyond magic?”

Hilda turned to Minwu, allowing him to take over the explanation from there.

Minwu began explaining to Firion about magic, something he had devoted his life to mastering. Magic was a power derived from God; it was supposed to be a power used for the benefit of mankind.

However certain parties had learned that if they approached that training with a specific, powerful force, the magic could be warped into something malignant.

Firion interrupted Minwu’s lecture. “What was this powerful force?”

Minwu took a moment to gather his thoughts before quietly answering Firion’s question. “To deny God is an act of intentional malice. It invites the eyes of the Devil, and allows one to gain access to evil, supernatural powers.”

“Evil, supernatural powers?” Firion exclaimed.

As Minwu’s words turned over in their heads, Firion, Maria and Guy thought about Leon and Elma. They had only indirectly seen signs of potential possession in Leon when they had come across the mutilated corpse of Leon’s beloved dog Perry. Elma, whom they had faced directly, had seemed possessed by something intent on taking Firion’s life.

“Could it…” Firion trailed off, trying to order his thoughts in a calm and rational manner. “I mean, surely the malice of one man couldn’t destroy the world so quickly? Or cruelly?”

“You are correct, Firion.” said Princess Hilda. “I cannot help but feel that Emperor Mateus is not our true enemy. That there is another, more powerful, force working in tandem with him.”

“But Princess Hilda,” Maria asked in the small voice that could have come from a child, “How can anyone beat that kind of power?”

Hilda shook her head. “I don’t know.” she said. She straightened,determination glinting through her eyes as she continued to speak. “I don’t know. But so many young people, from all over the world, are coming to me. I can’t let them down. I refuse to fail, even if I am the only one remaining able to fight.”

Maria felt a sudden kinship with this woman before her. Like Hilda, Maria had suffered loss when her parents had been ripped from her in an instance. It wasn’t quite the same as your romantic partner being stolen from you before you could even begin to enjoy marriage, but Maria’s womanly heart ached for the princess even so.

At that moment, Gordon entered the room in brisk indignation. His eyes briefly slid over Firion before blatantly ignoring him to turn his ire fully on the princess, making it clear that Firion,and his earlier interference, had offended Gordon.

“Hilda!” Gordon barked, marching directly in front of her.” Hilda, I demand an explanation. I’ve been informed that I have been removed from the battle corps. I am in perfect health. I have every intention of returning to the front lines immediately-”

Hilda cut him off with an imperious gesture of her hand. “You have proven yourself inept with command, Gordon,” she told him coldly. “I will not allow you to abuse the soldiers under my care any further. The front lines have suffered enough rescuing you from your own foolhardiness, and I will not reward that loyalty by allowing them to bear the consequences of your selfish behavior!”

“But…” Gordon retreated momentarily, the wind briefly taken out of his sails before his eyes lit back on Firion. It allowed him to gather the indignation to muster up a counter riposte to Hilda’s claims. “It was them!” He accused, pointing at where Firion, Maria and Guy had gathered around each other. “If they hadn’t interfered, I would have had Count Borghen! I was willing to die if it meant killing him as well!”

“Silence, Gordon.” Hilda ordered, regal grace adding power to her command. “The point in victory in battle is to live to see it through. There is no meaning in holding your life so cheaply. Accusing these people of interference when they were trying to save you is wrong.”

Hilda paused, looking at Gordon with implacable eyes. “I heard about Mai, Gordon.”

Gordon said nothing.

“I heard he loved you.”

Gordon stiffened at the observation, but continued to say nothing.

“I have been informed that he took a direct hit of cannon fire meant for you.”

Gordon continued to remain silent.

Hilda regarded Gordon before continuing in a tone of quiet finality. “You will not participate in any future battles, Gordon.”

Gordon immediately began to protest but it was clear that Hilda had no intentions on hearing him out. She bowed to Firion, Maria and Guy before exiting the room.

Prince Gordon stood there fuming after being lectured, and Firion struggled to find the words that wouldn’t offend the second son of the Kashuan Royal Family. After all, what sort of commiseration could a commoner offer in speaking to a prince? The effort was in vain; Gordon shot Firion a glare before turning on his heels and stalked out.

“You’re being rude, Your Highness!” Maria called out. Unlike Firion, she had no problem in speaking her mind.

“Maria!” Firion began to chide her, but faltered. After all, she had only said what he himself was already thinking.

“You’ll have to excuse him,” Minwu stated quietly from where he had stationed himself in the corner of the room. “Prince Gordon is desperate to earn forgiveness from Princess Hilda.”

“He is?” Firion asked, looking into the mage’s gentle eyes.

“When faced with the spectre of death for the first time, Prince Gordon was paralyzed by his fear and found himself unable to fight for home or freedom,” Minwu explained. The mage chose his words carefully, painting a picture of Gordon’s turmoil and grief. He had been in Fynn, celebrating the marriage of his brother to Hilda, when the dark clouds of Palamecia’s power grab had covered the world.

Gordon bore witness to his brother and his father taking up arms against an enemy too strong for them to obtain victory. His mother and her retinue were chased down and slaughtered for sport by enemies in thrall of their own capacity for violence. He heard Hilda’s pleas for help but bound by his own horror, Gordon was unable to breach his terror to bring himself to act.

By the time he was able to gain even a modicum of mastery over his fear, Gordon stood alone in a desolate wasteland.

“He abandoned his family to escape,” Firion fought to keep his tone free of any judgement, even as he felt his own anger rising at the evidence of the Prince’s cowardice.

“He didn’t have the strength to fight back,” Minwu emphasized. “Not then.”

The three of them turned Minwu’s words in their heads like it had been a solemn incantation.

“That’s why…” Firion didn’t finish his thought as he thought about Gordon’s compulsive drive to defeat Count Borghen at all costs if it meant that the rebel army would have gained significantly from such a victory. Gordon’s motivations were suddenly clear to all three youths.

“Do you think Princess Hilda is able to forgive Prince Gordon?” Maria asked Minwu.

Minwu did not give an answer; he hid his eyes underneath his white hood and it made his expression inscrutable. There was only silence, and the heavy air that had somehow become the new normal since the world went to war two months ago.

[shinxchu]

HELP 2 TRANS PEOPLE AFFORD FOOD AFTER HAVING TO PUT OUR CAT TO SLEEP

Hey i hate to do this kind of thing but i really don't have a choice right now. Me and my wife have to put our beloved cat to sleep this week and on top of the emotional pain, it also leaves ys with under 50€ until the end of the month. We need about 150€ for groceries and medication if anyone could commission me or send maybe a euro or something that would help so much. I hate to beg like this but i really have no choice right now.

Love, fynn aka keyofpolaris arts

Paypal.me/keyofpolaris

[oh-no-another-idea]

Fluffy facts tag

Thanks for the tags beloved @drippingmoon and @sleepy-night-child!! Goodness knows my angst ridden head could use this reminder to discuss some of the lighter parts of The Invisible Girl! God I just sat here for five minutes trying to think up some fluff. This is dire indeed. 😭

Rules: List 5 or more cute or wholesome facts about your WIP, either events that happen or worldbuilding details or the like! Then tag some people you’d like to see do the tag game, too!

Antonio and Paris occasionally butt heads, but deep down they do respect each other, and gradually become like brothers--we’re talkin jokes, shoving, wingman-ing, maybe even some arm wrestling, if we’re lucky. It’s a good thing too, because they’re pretty much the mom and dad of this little found family...

I think I willl get them drunk at some point, because Sleepy said I should, and I think she’s right, and that’s going to involve lots of tipsy confessions and Velia getting piggyback rides from several people, and Antonio crying about how he loves everyone so much, and probably trying to kiss everyone too, with varying results

Paris draws faces for Velia to learn different expressions, since she’s never used them before, and he gives her his little sketchbook to keep and she puts it in her pocket. Paris also tries to draw Velia despite not being able to see her, and this causes a lot of Feelings about that from both of them

Fynn is a mechanic, and spends time with Lewis excitedly discussing the engines of the train, which is way more fun for him than Lewis, since Lewis just shovels the coal in, he doesn’t really care about the why or how

When they’re alone, all four boys have taken up the habit and waving their arms around or glancing over their shoulder awkwardly to see if Velia’s in the room, and thought they won’t ever admit it, there’s also a lot of “I know you’re there” said to a completely empty room...

I’m rather late to the game, so I’ll leave this open, for YOU to come join!

[path-of-fire]

My friend has been wanting me to do this for some time now, and I've finally relented. Today will be angst day. So any angst ask you want me to answer about our beloved ROs (or other characters, even the ROs families) then please feel free to do so.

Some of the characters you may not about but may want to are:

Merrick: Aghadi's father

Alina: Aghadi's mother

Keane: Aghadi's younger brother

Ryder and Fynn: Loreena's brother's

Calix: Esmé's older brother

Faron: Esmé younger brother

Kanu: Esmé's other older brother

Jessica: Caspian's younger sister

(There's more but I don't want to bore you all with them 😄)

[cephalo-trio]

Meal Time (Lexi and Gale’s POV)

Starring: Lexi Carmellia and Gale Evergreene

While Fynn and Eimie spent their dinner, Lexi and Gale did their own thing. This time, Lexi is cooking dinner on Valentine’s Day.

Lexi and Gale waved their good-byes to Fynn as he took off. He recently recieved a text, not too long ago. Now, it's just the two of them in the middle of Inkopolis Square.

Lexi stretched her arms out. She is ready to head straight home from a long day of battling. "It's getting a bit dark.. Let's go home, Galie!" She has to prepare dinner soon.

"Hey, Lexi.. What kind of meal are you making? If you don't mind." She did say she knows a few meals back in Octo Valley.

"You remember how the elites attach kelp on their goggles? That's what I'm cooking. There's this farmer's market and they were selling them for a good price!" Octarian Kelp is very healthy to eat in Octo Valley. Now, it's finally available in Inkopolis after the NILS incident.

"Is that so? I'm looking forward to trying your cooking." Gale calmly smiled at her. He gets up from his seat. He held Lexi's hand and decided to walk with her. "Shall we be off?" He asked.

"Of course! I wanted to return the favor after last year!" She was super happy that she got a music box from Gale, last Valentine's Day.

A couple of hours later, they were relaxing at their humble abode. Lexi has been living with Gale for a 2 years now after escaping from the underground facility. In the kitchen, Lexi is preparing the ingredients for tonight's dinner. Lexi will be cooking some Octarian Kelp & Chicken Soup with some white rice.

"This'll take 20-30 minutes for the kelp to boil along with the rice." She calls out Gale from the kitchen. She turned her gaze to the rice cooker and turned it on. It has been a while since she last cooked. Mostly, she usually order takeout when she used to live by herself.

While Lexi is cooking, Gale felt okay to take off his medical eyepatch. He has been wearing that to keep the others from knowing about his traumatic past in the underground. He used to be hijacked by a talking A.I telephone who attempted to wipe out Inkopolis. Time after time, his scar is slowly fading away since he's no longer under control. But his damaged eye is still in-tact, which he doesn't mind at all.

"Aaaand done!" Lexi cried as she finished cooking for more than 30 minutes. Once the stove and rice cooker is turned off, she brought over the dinner to the dining room table where Gale is sitting. The aroma of fresh kelp with chicken broth fills the entire dining room. "I hope you'll enjoy this meal, Galie!" Lexi looks at him, expectantly.

Gale was the first to sample her cooking. He grabbed a nearby spoon to get a taste of her soup. Once he drank it, Gale paused for moment.

Lexi blinked, a few times and looked a bit worried. ("Oh, no.. Did I screw up with the recipe..?") Before she could speak to her, Gale immediately ate more and more of the soup.

"It's... incredible!" Gale smiled at her and resumed eating the rest of his soup along with the rice. The flavor of kelp and chicken was sensational. Once he was done, Gale used a napkin to wipe off the remain food off of his face. He cleared his throat and turned his gaze to Lexi. "Thank you for the meal, Lexi. I love it."

Hearing his response made Lexi very happy. She could squeal out of pure joy for her accomplishment. If only their neighbors next door weren't there to hear her squeals. "I-I'm glad, you like it..! I thought something was wrong with the ingredients..!" She sighed, feeling relieved.

Gale shook his head. "There's nothing wrong with it, Lexi.. It's just that.. it's been a while since I last had a pleasant meal with company.. My brother and mom, included.. I mostly eat alone.."

"Awww.. Poor thing.." Lexi could sympathize with him. She never had any company to eat with until she finally opened up to Inkopolis, thanks to Fynn for guidance. "Well, you still got me. We could eat together, anytime! Um.. you don't mind doing all the cooking, right..?" Lexi giggled, coyly.

Gale got a bit of laugh and nodded. "Fiiine.. Just leave it to me, my beloved."

After dinner, Gale was sitting on the sofa with Lexi. They've chatted for a few minutes until Lexi plans on giving him something special. "Galie, there's something I wanna give you." Under the sofa, she pulls out a large box of Valentine's chocolate. "I brought some bonbons just for you.. It's pretty expensive, but it was well worth it.." Lexi blushed a little. "I wanted to pay you back for last year.. So, we're even.."

Gale accepted her chocolates. "Thank you, Lexi. This is honestly delicious." He smiled at her. He opened the box and ate a few bonbons.

"No problem, Galie.." Lexi leaned against his shoulder as he closed the box. Since it is a huge box, she wanted some for herself.

"Life sure is expanding, huh..?" Lexi snuggled up close to Gale, enjoying his warmth. "To think I'd date the Inkling who saved my life.. When I'm with you, I feel more confident to stride forward.. You gave me hope.." She wrapped her arms around Gale's waist. She is now up close and personal.

Gale was moved by her kind words. "The feeling's mutual, Lexi.. You've supported me after I lost control and ended up leaving this scar.." He refers to his right eye. "You are truly a remarkable person. I love you, dearly." He reached out his hand to carress her cheek.

She cooed happily from the gentle touch. "I guess, I could show my appreciation a little bit further.." Lexi proceeds to advance on him. She is now on top of him as she stares down at him with passion in her eyes. She lowered her head to meet his gaze. "This is the part where you close your eyes, Galie.." She blushed deeply as she closed her eyes and planted her lips against his. She could taste the sweet bonbons from him.

Gale nods and did the same. He thought to himself that Lexi is a fast learner when it comes to making out.

After experiencing a romantic moment with Gale, she decides to cuddle with him on the couch until they both fell asleep. Lexi had a great time alone with the guy, she loves so much. Maybe someday, she'll cook more often for him. But for now, she continues to sleep peacefully with him.

END

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The confusion on the Burmecian’s face is apparent when, out of nowhere, he feels a finger pressed against his nose, rousing him from his idle thoughts and dozing, and it takes him a moment to realize what is happening.

He had been sitting on the couch at Maria’s place, waiting for her to come home from her patroling duties, and as time had drifted on, he had become more and more drowsy. His thoughts had wandered to the journey ahead of him, towards just how he would be able to tell Maria of it, but he had found no answers. Nor did he know just where to begin his search in the first place…

Truly, he had been quite lost in thought and it had become quite tiring to mull the same questions time and time again. Perhaps he ought to just leave the matter aside for the time being, and focus on the present as long as he still could. After all, the present promised an enjoyable evening with his beloved, one that was planned to start with a nice dinner in a lively tavern here in Fynn - That indeed was something to look forward to!

Enough so that he must have been too eager to pick his dearest up, and arrived here much too early. And as it sometimes happened when one was waiting for an extended period of time, he had become rather sleepy…

The next thing he knows is a gentle push against his nose, and the warm smile of Maria as she stood before him.

He must have dozed off… and she had decided to wake him in such a fashion, yes…?

Although he was a bit confused still, he could not help but consider it cute.

“Mmhm… oh, Maria… I’m sorry… I must have drifted to sleep while waiting for you…”

His words were greeted by a soft chuckle, and a hand softly placed against his cheek.

“It’s alright Sceada, you don’t have to apologize. You know you are always welcome here… - and besides, I did run a little bit late myself. I met a friend on my way back.”

“Ah, I see… Okay. Still… sorry you had to wake me up, I’m sure you wanted to leave right away, no…?”

“…we can stay here as well if you are tired my dear, you know…?”

“No… no. I… I want to go out with you Maria, and I’m not that tired, so…”

His words garner an elated smile from the young Archer, who promptly removes her hand from his chin and instead offers it to him as a help for getting up, as an incentive to rise.

“Well, what are we waiting for then? Shall we get ready to leave?”

“With pleasure, my dear.”

When Sceada rises to his feet and takes her hand softly into his, he already knows that this will be once again an evening he will not forget for a long, long time.