#Finnigan's Wake

[myimaginaryradio]

Finnigan's Wake - The Dubliners

#the dubliners #finnigan's Wake #irish music #st patricks day #sunday mood #Youtube

[thegreatbacon]

If Sally Rooney weren't a coward she'd retell Finnegan's Wake for the 21st century

#finnigan's wake

[mr-walkingrainbow]

BESTIES. I DID IT. I WROTE A FANFIC. ABOUT OUT FAVORITE LOSER TORALEI

ITS ANGSTY AS SHIT AND ITS A LITTKE INSIGHT TO TORALEIS THOUGHTS IN LICENSE TO ROCK + UNNECESSARY ANGSTY BACKSTORY !

#monster high #clawdeen wolf #toralei stripe #cleo de nile #draculaura #frankie stein #toradeen #clawdeen x toralei #toralei x clawdeen #Finnigan wake #Catarina Stripe #angst #Clawdeen wolf is a lesbian #Lesbian toralei stripe #mh toralei #clankie #cleo x frankie #Toralei is just a baby #I love her so much

[salmonella-destroyer-of-worlds]

#dank memes #funny post #dark humor #meme #dank #silly #funny #funny pics #james joyce #ulysses #ogre #Finnigan’s Wake

[laciedollblog]

New Animation Stills!!

#ghoulia yelps #lagoona blue #draculaura #frankie stein #cleo de nile #manny taur #finnigans wake #spectra vondergeist #clawdeen wolf #monster high #monster high leaks

[skylordhorus]

finnegan’s wake is such a jolly ol’ song but i cant listen to it without being at least a lil bit 😭 because. well i mean. finn......

#*deep space noises* #/finnigan/’s hypotheical wake would not be fun #if he could even have one #idk what the etiquette on wounded bodies for wakes is #also no one on skyhold would have the time or capacity anyway i imagine

[its-all-down-hill]

#truth #infj personality #infj girl #Finnigan’s Wake #james joyce

[jarviscockerssecrethusband]

One thing I love about the harringrove fandom is the agreement both that Steve is dyslexic and Billy is a MASSIVE reader.

Because while Steve’s always been surrounded by teachers or his parents or exes who either believe that he’s incapable of appreciating reading or that he just doesn’t care, Billy thinks that’s bullshit.

Because when Billy gets told to tutor Steve in English, he doesn’t start with a book for toddlers or fucking Shakespeare. They start with Billy reading him Wuthering Heights.

And at first Steve does not fucking get it. He doesn’t understand the plot, the message and especially not the dialect. But he finds himself enjoying it a lot. Billy’s a natural storyteller. He could be on stage.

Billy’s taste in books is both eclectic and weird. He’s reading Finnigan’s Wake for fun. In Irish. He likes Portuguese romance books and German surrealism and a lot of George Orwell. So much so that Steve kind of feels that love rubbing off on him.

He’d used to like reading. Before he was told he was doing it wrong. And even though he despised the books set by Hawkins High with every fibre of his being, there was this fire set in his belly, a want to impress Billy.

So he starts with The Hobbit. Eddie “Freak” Munson’s the only other dyslexic Steve knew and he loved that shit. How hard could it be?

The Hobbit is fucking difficult. It starts with a map, Steve thinks is in Elvish and some of the chapters feel like they go on forever. The words still bounce around the page and switch constantly. He likes it though. It’s weirdly fun as a story and he finds himself rooting for Bilbo.

Henderson can never know. That is the one thing Steve is certain of.

Billy doesn’t laugh when Steve tells him that’s what he’d decided to start with. He just rolls his eyes, not meanly and says he used to read that with his mom. Back in Cali. Before Neil fucked everything up.

Billy reads a lot of Oscar Wilde. The Importance of Being Earnest is constantly tucked into his back, dog eared and well loved. Steve knows enough about Oscar Wilde to know what that indicates.

Billy’s a poof. A faggot. A queer.

Billy is like Steve.

He doesn’t have the courage to look out for anything gay. Nothing even that hints at the matter. Steve knows that his dad has The Iliad tucked away in his office. He’s away on business while his mom sits in the kitchen and complains about America. Even after 15 years in the States, she still misses Poland.

His daring heist after she goes to bed leads to him sitting on the kitchen floor, crying about Achilles and Patroclus. Billy’s right, classics are a fucking bummer.

Steves not as stupid as other people think. He knows that if this were a book, him and Billy are hurtling towards deaths door. Even in real life, he’s seen the guys on tv, worn down to the bone on hospital beds.

Gay does not equal a happy ending.

He resolves to never touch The Iliad again.

Billy comes to their next session with a black eye and his mullet chopped off. They don’t talk about it.

1984 is depressing. And surprisingly apt for how Steve feels that his 1984 has gone. He does feel like he’s constantly being watched. Like being in love is illegal. Like saying anything too far against the government will have consequences.

Steve asks if Billy thinks Orwell wrote 1984 about America or Russia. Billy snorts but doesn’t answer.

That’s the note they end on for the year.

Christmas comes and goes. So does New Year. Two months of not seeing Billy aches in his gut.

Then he comes back.

It’s the middle of February. Billy’s been kicked out for a week. Steves playing nursemaid.

He’s beaten up pretty bad. Still, Billy insists he’s had worse.

Steve hedges around asking why it happened. Like the confirmation might suddenly make the full scope of their plight real.

Still, eventually Steve asks. Billy looks at him like he’s particularly simple.

He’s gay. Obviously Steve. And he actually has the balls to go out there, meet men, dance. Even if it does mean getting caught by Neil.

During his explanation, Steve notices they’ve gotten closer together. Like significantly closer.

They’re grazing hands. Electric.

Then Billy moves.

Billy kisses him and Steve’s world turns into a fucking supernova.

They kiss and it doesn’t make Neil vanish in a puff of smoke, it doesn’t make the shopkeepers who sneer at his mother go away, it doesn’t make Steve magically able to read.

But it does make Steve feel like maybe they’ll survive.

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #harringrove ficlet #dyslexic steve harrington #tw homophobic language #tw abuse

[sleepytoycollection]

When Quill Talyntino was formally introduced by Monster High I immediately fell in love with how adorable she was. Unfortunately, her introduction was tied to a poll on who got to be the next doll made, which she (understandably) lost to Finnigan Wake, another cool character and doll.

Despite this, at the time I had hoped that Monster High might make her eventually anyway, seeing as they had eventually released every doll from a previous poll.

Then G1 was cancelled. So any potential doll for Quill was lost. Oof.

At the time I didn't really feel like I had the skills to make her design myself, but I decided I still wanted her as a doll and gave it a stab.

The base doll is a Venus McFlytrap, and the wings are from an EAH Cupid doll. I rerooted her hair with embroidery floss, and sculpted her face feathers and distinct nose with milliput.

As I wasn't the biggest fan of her cannon dress, I decided to change it up by making it a modified hanfu, with a pattern by DGRequium on etsy. The only part of their pattern I changed was the skirt, to make it a bit more like her dress in the show. I was going to giver her boots, but didn't have any spare ones that fit and wasn't about to pay a fortune for some off ebay, so I just created the vibe with long socks and Raven Queen shoes.

I think she turned out really cute and I'm so happy I was finally able to add Quill to my collection.

#monster high #custom doll #quill talyntino #doll repaint

[spacetimesally]

When Agent Townshend goes incommunicado during an investigation, Sally goes a-looking for him, but what she finds instead is conspiracy in, "The Exoneration of Sharkfeather"

Welcome to Tavilii... The Kingdom of Sharkfeather...

Cold Open:

Agent Townshend investigates a massacre in Outpost Minnow's Wake on the island of Tavilii, otherwise known as Sharkfeather's Claim, otherwise known as, The Kingdom of Sharkfeather. And then- A horde of Sweels.

Roll Intro.

Sally meets Agent Finnigan at the rendezvous point. She wants Sally to pin the Outpost massacre on Lord Sharkfeather, give Military Command a reason to clear the entire island out.

Sally searches Townshend's office for clues. His personal files indicate Sharkfeather was diplomatic.

Sally searches Outpost Minnow's Wake.

Sally comes up empty-handed only to be confronted by Search & Rescue, demanding she leave the area. Not heeding the command of the officer, Sally sneaks around the outpost further, until she meets Gil Hummly, an aquatic dwelling person working the Outpost until the massacre. He says it wasn't Sharkfeather. It was the Sweels. They're becoming sick. Turning red from green. Becoming violent. They're spreading across the island. Now, Sally must warn Sharkfeather about the government plot AND the horde of sick Sweels.

The Kingdom of Sharkfeather holds the natural springs that allow the island to sustain life. Sharkfeather makes sure these springs stay well maintained and safe.

Sally warns Sharkfeather's advisors of the government plot and of the Sweels. Cap'n Conch, the SecurityBot. General Riptide. Ambassador Flounders.

The Holy Man. The Holy Man's daughter, Harrig, the Seer. Sharkfeather's Queen, Lady Nol with her right-hand man, Huvo.

Squidds Marley, Sharkfeather's right-hand man, and Sharkfeather, himself.

Hobbleday the Lookout warns the Sweels are entering the natural springs and tainting the water supply. He warns that the Quantum Pumps need to be activated immediately, but there's no time.

The sick Sweels enter the natural springs, tainting the waters with their sickness.

The natural spring reservoir becomes tainted.

The Holy Site of the Source becomes sickly pink.

There is time, if Sally can get back to the Outpost. The Z7 she saw sitting there will do the trick in getting her to the quantum pumps in time to purify the Sweel sickness in the waters.

The Quantum Pumps save the natural springs and the island.

Oh, Agent Townshend was fine. The Sweels had him in a cave somewhere. His files exonerated Sharkfeather (Hey! Just like the title said!) and the gov't left him and his people alone. The Sweels died off, there was no cure for them and no one looked into it.

#scifi #science fiction #new wave scifi #retro scifi #retro futuristic #retro futurism #retro science fiction #scifi fantasy #scifi art #scifi aesthetic #beach #island #art #artwork #ai art #ai artwork #robots #aliens #sci fi #scifiart #sci fi and fantasy

[animalgenderbodypart]

Doctors Appointment

Clara has an appointment with a ver popular, very unorthodox hypno-therapist to solve her sleep issues

| M/F | low edited | Hypnosis | Coercion | Dubious Consent | Mind Control | Doctor/Patient | Degradation | slight bimbofication | Memory Play | Cis/Het | NSFT |

~~

She clicked her fingers on the dark, wooden table in front of her. It was a satifsying sound, and her patience was running thin at the waiting time.

Dr. Bradshaw was a well known spychiatrist, and she had been on the list to see him for months. Everyone she'd talked to had raved about how much their lives had improved after seeing them; addictions overcome, insomnia fixed, stress and anxiety all but vanished! It almost sounded too good to Clara, but the sleepless nights were starting to ware at her.

After what felt like an eternity, he emerged from his office and bid farewell to a woman she didn't know, then beckoned her to follow inside.

The room was inviting, warm brown bookshelves and a red velvet sitting couch with accompanying chair. She layed on the couch, and Dr. Bradshaw took up his seat beside her, looking her over with his soft Hazel eyes.

"Miss Finnigan. Over the phone we spoke of you having issues sleeping, is that correct?" His voice was so deep and kind, it rumbled over her and she relaxed into the plush couch.

"Y-yes," she'd explained this a thousand times, but thusfar nothing had made it easier to get to sleep. "Ever since I lost my fiancè, i haven't been able to get to sleep. I toss and turn and imagine what I could have done differently, but I'm hardly getting 3 hours a night. I feel like I'm losing my mind!"

She felt that lump in her throat and took a shaky breath. He put a hand to her arm and let her collect herself before speaking.

"That sounds awful Clara, I'm sorry. Let's try to get to the bottom of this, shall we? I can see that you're distressed, and I want you to sleep." His rumbling voice drifted through her mind, and she started to relax again.

"Imagine now that you're trying to sleep. Relax your muscles and your mind, just let yourself start to drift. Don't think about him. Think about letting yourself relax,"

She tried to focus on his words, to not think about Michael, but it was hard, and she scrunched her face in discomfort.

"Now now, don't think about all those things," his hand was on her arm again, warm and comforting. "Let my words think for you, let yourself relax into the chair.

Let your arms and legs feel like lead on that plush fabric, let your mind empty itself at my words. Let my voice fill your mind and-"

He snapped his fingers beside her ear.

"Drop. Deeper and deeper down, feel yourself sink into nothing. Your mind is empty and you. Are. Mine."

Her breathing was slow and even, she was essentially out cold. Perfect. He continued;

"Good girl. When you're in this deep state of trance, you will do exactly as I say. My word is law, and following commands is as natural as breathing. Do you understand? Say 'yes master' if you understand."

"Yes master..." her voice came soft and doughy, her eyes barely still open.

"Good girl. Whenever you wake from trance, you will have a week of restful sleep, not remembering what we did in our session. After that you will crave to come back, your problems will return and you will need to see me again to help it. Do you understand?"

"Yes master" her complete and total trance made him excited, her sleep deprivation made her even easier than the others had been.

"Being in trance is so easy, and it feels so good. You love being under my spell, you love it so much that you feel the need to show your appreciation." He was starting to feel hot, watching her placid face and slow, methodical breathing.

"Following my commands makes you feel Pleasure. You're a good girl who needs to Please and to be Pleased. My words of encouragement make you start to feel hot; you're a little slut, and will do exactly as I say to Please me."

"Yes, master" it came out almost as a moan.

"Good girl. You're going to open your mouth up for me and suck." He hastily unbuckled his belt and freed his twitching cock from the slacks.

Her mouth was so warm and wet, it took all of the doctor's strength to go slowly and not slam into her throat. Soon enough he started to pump and she took it eagerly, swirling her tongue around and sucking like it was the last thing she'd ever do.

"Good girl," he grunted, suffing her face full with himself. "You love being my little toy, my vacant little fuckdoll. You need Daddy to use you, don't you? You vapid slut, getting so wet when I degrade you." He pulled out of her mouth just in time to stop himself from letting go inside her, eager to get to the main event.

"Now, when I wake you up, you won't remember any of this," he whispered into her ear. She was panting heavily now. "When you're under my control, you are a bitch in heat. When you leave my office, you are your normal self."

"Please Daddy, give me more" was her only reply, her hips bucking ever so slightly up toward him.

It was too much to resist, and he pulled her panties aside to slide into her hungry cunt. The feeling was electric and he started to pound into her ferociously. When her panting turned into moans, he clamped a hand over her mouth,

"You will be silent while I have my way with you." She nodded, going quiet as he continued to rail her. "You will find the pleasure overwhelming, but will be unable to cum unless I do."

Her vacant expression of pleasure and her perfect body getting rocked by him eventually sent Dr. Bradshaw over the edge. He ground to halt, groaning as he filled the young woman with his thick seed.

Her eyes rolled back into her head as she climaxed, breathing heavily but miraculously, remaining hushed the whole time.

"There's a good girl. You're so good for me, you're going to come back in a week for more, aren't you?"

"Yes, Master," she replied breathily, riding the hormonal high of being bred by a virtual stranger.

He layed her back out on the couch and fixed her clothes the best he could before straightening himself up. He planted extra trigger phrases into Clara, before waking her up and assuring her that she had just drifted off to sleep during their session. She left thag day totally satisfied, and would definitely keep coming back.

#Story #hypnok1nk #hypno story #mind conditioning #short one #doctor nsft #nsft #straight nsft #smutty smut smut

[dungeonmalcontent]

I just want to gab about my own little fantasy world I make stories in. Listening optional, I suppose.

I've realized that the way I'm plotting these stories is unusual. I have the Flip Finnigan stories, about a dysfunctional wizard who is alive for the sole purpose of cleaning up his families mess and then discovers that that's BS because the power of friendship actually grants him a degree of divinity. I have the Frog God stories about a man being tricked into inheriting/buying the most dangerous "goat" (demon alpaca) known to mortal (and immortal) creatures. And now I'm formulating a sort of paranormal noir detective with a goblin protagonist that uses rudimentary divination magic to solve crimes. And another of a princess in exile who learns to become an expert thief and spy to avenge her assassinated mother with the assistance of her illegitimate father and a daughter of the demon king. And a story about a sect of wartime grave digging sword saints that protect the sanctity of the battlefield as a resting place (lest undead armies rise up in the wake of battle). And it's all in the same world. Roughly at the same time.

And while all that is going on, there are larger forces at play. Big bads (mostly like three specific but unrelated big bads) slowly being chased into corners by various protagonists. And amongst it all, in each different story line, there's one of 11 vampires (there's only 11 in the whole setting for reasons) sort of helping from the sidelines. Except for one storyline that I've been very seriously storyboarding for months now, where the main character is the vampire, and all the events happening in in the other stories are seeing their consequences in this one. The heroes change the world, the changing world changes the vampire protag, the vampire protag changes the context of the narrative.

And, regrettably, now that I've realized how central this vampire story is, I think I should put it on pause and finish up all these other stories (or at least story board them all the way through first) before I set any more things in stone. Even though storyboarding is hardly setting something in stone. Still. I'd like to have a complete narrative for the wizard, the demon goat, the goblin, and the other vampires and everyone else before I try and tie them all together.

I really have too many stories and not enough time and focus to write them all out to make sense.

#ramble #writing #writblr #writeblr

[muralmxse]

SKRM HELL|| CLOSED RP || @w-o-r-d-s--f-a-i-l

This season was NOT off to a good start.

Oh sure everything was fine until a certain clumsy fire elemental tripped and broke not one but BOTH his legs and was out for the season. With Heath gone, they were a player short. They tried calling in a few reserves but unfortunately the mansters AND ghouls have made plans.

So now they were holding auditions to see if there was anybloody who could fill in the spot. Clawd, Deuce and Ghoulia were at the booth outside the school watch as each monster went through the practice course.

Deuce thought about asking Finnigan Wake, seeing how he was one of the wildest dudes in the school. But he had his own venture plan, but suggested from a friend of a friend there was one wild dude who could wreck the course.

The gorgon was keeping his eyes peaked while Clawd was desperate at trying NOT to look or feel pitiful. Ghoulia took notes of all the track racers. The three of them ducked in time as one flew right over their heads and landed on the ground behind them, knocked out.

Ghoulia sighed and continued writing before saying...

     ❝ Aahhhahhhuhhhhh (We'll, uh, call you. Next?) ❞

     ❝ I don't think I've seen that many dudes eat granite before. ❞

     ❝ Relax, dude. There's gotta be someone for the team. ❞

#w-o-r-d-s--f-a-i-l #[ closed starter ] #{ main verse } #🐺 [ muse: Clawd Wolf ] 🐺 #🐍 [ Muse: Deuce Gorgon ] 🐍 #💻 { muse: Ghoulia Yelps } 💻 #//here you go hun

[azuresins]

For some reason I can't open or view your updated Finnian Name Theory on mobile, maybe because my phone is too old or maybe the post is so long. I am SO CURIOUS about these comparisons you found between the warrior in the myth and Our!Ciel can you post it separately? 😣🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 I'm sorry if this is asking a lot!

Sure. This post is also going to be bit lengthy though so hopefully you can still see it... I'll add an extra parallel, and some additional images juuust for you.

Parallels between Fionn (the warrior in the Fenian Cycle) and Our!Ciel

🍀The Salmon of Knowledge and Fionn’s Magic thumb  Abridged version: Fionn eats a magic salmon, he burnt his thumb on fat/juice that escaped from the salmon while it was cooking. Whenever the warrior brings his thumb to his mouth, he’s granted forbidden knowledge. 

Our!Ciel always, always, ALWAYS wears the Phantomhive Ring on his thumb. It’s never on any other finger, never worn in any other fashion. One might think he could easily wear it around his neck on a chain, or have it pinned into place, or temporarily fashioned into a broach: But it is ALWAYS on his thumb, even when Sebastian had the perfect opportunity to resize it after the band was shattered. He purposefully places the ring on his thumb, and it consistently remains there.

There's also been some interesting artwork depicting our!Ciel holding his thumb close to his mouth drawn very recently... and even an early image of him licking it, made almost a decade ago. So this has been "a thing" for a while, now.

You’re probably wondering, Okay, but what about the salmon? This is the first meal we ever see in Kuroshitsuji. A meal Sebastian serves his Master. Page one of the manga:

And if you’re thinking “It can’t be THAT important” you’re wrong: because as many might remember, The first season of the anime, did not follow manga canon (although the first meal was still poached salmon and mint salad).  As a result (and sort of a “refresher”) Episode One of Book of Circus is meant to be a “redo” or “recap” of the first chapter. Guess what he’s served, again just to remind us?

Poached salmon!

🍀Revenge parallel, and similar childhood goals

They both ride a black horse

🍀Bran and Sceólang (“raven” and “survivor”) / The dog parallel

Fionn was famously said to have magic hounds, that were once his biological cousins that were trapped in hound form. They were loyal to him and loved him, one might argue, to a fault. He was considered a “master of hounds” and could get his hounds and near any dog, to do what he said.  ...Then, there’s our!Ciel– Clearly, he didn’t feel like he was living up to his namesake. 

Until...of course. He gets a new "dog" of his own.

🍀Fionn’s arch nemesis Fear Dorocha / Sebastian the ‘Black Butler’ Parallel 

(Keep in mind by ‘Fairy Queen’ They mean the Morrigan. Otherwise known as, the "great queen” or “phantom queen” and a powerful Celtic goddess of what one might consider, The Celtic underworld.) 

I elaborated more on this story here in this ask if you want to follow this link.

Kind of weird both both of them had otherworldly evil Butlers to deal with, isn't it?

🍀Bonus 🍀 Fionn is infamously known as "the sleeping warrior." According to legend he's not actually dead...but asleep. And he'll wake up in Irelands most dire hour of need. This 'wake up, Finn!' has long become a part of Irish folklore, and enmeshed in the culture in many sayings, folk songs and such. A message that for obvious reasons was aligned with "if you want this warrior to wake up it means you hate the Queen of England" so it's sort of... an inside joke. Many believe it's even been hidden in more popular Irish songs as well. The best example I have of this, is probably " Finnigans wake " which of course, has nothing to do with the warrior itself. It's meant to be a lighthearted, very funny and upbeat song about miserable drunk old man literally coming back to life because he's mistaken for dead. But the title choice is a play-on words. It sounds like "Finn, again, is 'wake."

Our!Ciel has a tendency to be a very sleepy boy, but I find it incredibly interesting that Sebastian waking him up is such a stark, piece of imagery in the series as a collective whole. (There's another layer of suspicion if you're of the belief the twins were switched at birth). But this is also on the first page of the manga, the first time ANYONE speaks, is Sebastian. And he says this.

#Kuroshitsuji #Black butler #Our!Ciel #Finnian name theory #Fenian name theory #parallels #Really it's not any trouble whenever anyone asks about this and is nice to me it means a lot ... more than you probably know

[beingatoaster]

for no reason: a list of what I call the horses at the barn that are neither their barn names nor their show names:

Flower (my mom's horse): Floof, the Floofinator, the Infectious Disease

Mogwai: you son of a bitch, you jackass

Mini: Mini Me, Mininininininini (repeat 'ni' for as long as desired)

Willie: William Tell

Savannah: Sweet Savannah Sunshine (okay, "Savannah Sunshine" is her show name, but it sounds better with the addition), Down Home Savannah

Envy: Indiana Jonsie (I may have. misheard her name initially)

Finn: Finnigan's Wake

Q: Qubert

Money: Money-Man, Gimme The Money

Tuya: What's It To Ya (I thought this was her show name for a very long time, but it turns out it's not :( )

Opal: Opalini

Tibor: Tiberius, Tibor-Teddy (he has Cushings, a disease of which one of the side-effects is very curly, fluffy hair)

Roman: Mr. Senator

Moe: Momero (he's a giant sweetheart when you're not sitting on him)

Legend: Legendia

Coolest: Mr. Coolio

Z-Max: Maximillian

#i left some out that i don't call silly things #whether because their names are perfect as-is or because i hate them #horses

[hustlerose]

it's always seemed weird to me when ppl rate ulysses or finnigans wake as the Best Novel Ever Of All Time. it's like making a list of the greatest works of recorded music, and #1 is pulse demon by merzbow