#elliot finch

[thecolebrothers]

New stills from the second season of Gangs of London.

#actor #joe cole #gangs of london #gangsoflondonedit #sean wallace #sope dirisu #michelle fairley #elliot finch #marian wallace

[shutup-andletme-go]

hey everyone i might be a bit less online for the next while, I'm struggling with phone addiction which isn't great, so I'm gonna try to cut down on my use a bit (which might include undownloading tumblr for a while but idk yet)

please keep sending me asks/messages/tagging me in stuff whatever i love that they make me so happy and i will love you you will become my favourite person

(also ik I said I was gonna write some fics, so either im not gonna get around to that much, or I'm gonna do a lot of it but it might be a little while before it gets posted! i appreciate your support and interest and patience so so much)

<33

jachary

#uh yea massive shoutout to elliot for the being the wonderful person they are ilysm <33 #finch posts

[we-are-inevitable]

I want your davey and finch friendship thoughts -el

they have a mutual respect for each other but aren’t like, super close. they are both a little too similar to get along- loyal, stubborn, fiercely protective of those they consider family- and tbh theyre both autistic but not the same Font of autistic so it’s hard for them to really connect. at first, finch HATED davey and davey really didn’t like him either, but they eventually come to terms with the fact that they’re always going to be around each (bc davey is around jack, and jack is around race, and race is around finch) so they may as well just accept their differences and tolerate each other! i think they’d eventually get friendly, but theyre not the kind of friends that would just hang out together alone

#davey jacobs #david jacobs #finch cortes #newsies #livesies #uksies #ask a jac ! #newsies musical #elliot tag

[to-be-a-dreamer]

Have I ever told y'all about my headcanon that Elmer is just a nickname and his real name is actually Douglas? And the reason he got nicknamed Elmer is because the other Newsies started calling him Douglas Fir, like the tree, which developed into calling him various different tree species. The most popular of which was "Elm", so for a while he was getting called "Elm" a good 90% of the time and any new newsies would have thought that was his actual name.

Yeah and then for whatever reason someone decided to full-name him, but instead of calling him by his actual legal name, they just lengthened "Elm" into "Elmer" and everyone thought it was hilarious so they kept calling him Elmer. Now the kid gets whiplash if anyone ever calls him Douglas.

#this is me saying that i think elmer should be the resident tree enthusiast of the newsies btw #make him and finch besties #my favorite brand of newsies headcanon is 'character's normal-sounding name is actually a nickname #and their real name is something entirely different that makes absolutely zero sense' #see also: my mike and ike headcanon #and elliot's tommy boy headcanon #i just love name headcanons in general actually #newsies #livesies #newsies live #newsies broadway #elmer kasprzak #elmer newsies #newsies elmer #newsies headcanons #newsies headcannons #newsies headcanon

[moth-based-cryptology]

The trio - soldier poet king - thank you

-el

@roideny <3

WAHAHAHAHAH THIS IS SO GOOD ELLIOT

for those unaware “the trio” in question is albert, race, and finch. all we do is talk about about them so they are The Trio (TM)

ok ok ok. so

the soldier

my boy albert dasilva !! he’s sorta. punch first, ask questions later. he’s no good with words, but all his feelings come out as actions. he would tear the world apart for those he loves, and then he alone would bear the weight of holding it together for them as well. he’s just. he’s the guy that takes the hits so someone he thinks is smarter or better than him can keep going forward, even if he’s not beside them.

the poet

racetrack mf higgins. he is not the optimist, but he is the only one that wishes he could be. he has seen so many of the horrors of the world, felt so much darkness and waded through so much pain, and yet all he projects is light. he wears his heart on his sleeve and finds the words for those too-bit feelings everyone else is afraid of and he is so unabashedly himself. he cannot paint, nor draw, so he uses a thousand words to tell his stories instead.

the king

finch cortes, it’s your time to shine. he is righteous, and rigid, and often forgets that not every emotion can be felt through he clinical lens of logic. he has always been the man with a plan, the careful eye that sees everything other people miss. he loves his version of routine, his version of ordinary, regardless of how wild and unpredictable it may seem to others. he is steady where others stagger, and he often suffers in silence for the sake of those he loves.

elliot i fucking adore u thank u sm

#not to wax poetic or anything #but MAN i love this prompt #elliot thoughts make brain go brr #elliot the finch enthusiast #elliot ilysm #albert dasilva #racetrack higgins #finch cortes #newsies #livesies #ralbert #only in spirit #but Yeah #spam ralbert gang #soldier #poet #king #soldier poet king #the oh hellos #soldier poet king by the oh hellos #never not read the tags #chandler the ralbert cult leader

[youngeditor1999]

Whos your least favorite Just Shoot Me character?

HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME CHOOSE; I LOVE ALL OF THEM SO MUCH!!! 🥺😭🤧💔

❤️‍🩹

But ok, ok, fine...

Least favorite is Elliot DiMorro.

😬🫢😳🫣😶‍🌫️😩

And it's not that I don't like him or anything like that!!!!

I just like the others better. 🤷🏻‍♀️😔

Thanks for asking, friend!! 💓💯🌟

#asks #askbox #answered #beloved mutual 😊💖 #Just Shoot Me! #characters #Elliot DiMorro #Jack Gallo #Maya Gallo #Dennis Finch #Nina Van Horn #I almost said Vicki but she barely counts because she was only in a few episodes #of the final season #So to me she doesn't really count enough for her #to be my least favorite overall!! #Anyway...!! #Sorry Elliot 😔

[finchfry50]

Every time a porn bot follows me on this account, all I can think about is what Dennis would actually say and do in this situation. 😂

First, he would get all excited about all of these "women"' now following him. He'd probably say, "Finchy likey..." and would have these expressions on his face: 😏😌🥴

Next, everyone (Jack, Maya, Nina, Elliot) would be telling him that they're not real women at all but he would ignore them and say that they're just jealous.

By the end of the week, he would somehow find a true and real woman/model who really did follow him. They'd go out on a nice date and he'd come back in to work bragging about it but of course nobody would believe him, even when she showed up at his desk and started talking to him then and there. 🤭

#finchfry50.txt #finchfry.txt #OP #Dennis Finch #Just Shoot Me! #David Spade #Blush magazine #bots #Jack Gallo #Maya Gallo #Nina Van Horn #Elliot DiMorro #I love you Dennis Finch!!

[gaytedlasso]

Recently thought about adding the name Atlas for myself but when I say it outloud it sounds like "Alyce" because Californians don't pronounce their t's properly

#I already have this issue with elliot lmao #but yeah Alyce is my grandmas name so NOPE no thank you #so I used it for my little finch instead lol #el.pdf

[darklydeliciousdesires]

London Will Burn - Chapter Eight.

A new week means a new update, besties! :)

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven

Tag list - In the comments, please DM to be added/removed

Words - 3,338

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI.

Those assembled at the table sat in tense wait, the vacant seats to be filled by Elliot as well as a mystery party seeming vast to the major players within London’s criminal network, the meeting watched by eight very intimidating, heavily armed African men dotted around the room.  

Truly, they assumed they had everything sewn up. With Sean gone, as they concluded, Elliot was now the top player of the investors choosing, and with Asif and Lale exiled, London was all theirs. As the dawn broke on a new morning, a new London, they were primed to begin discussing the new balance, the new alliance and shift in power.  

If only that decision was truly theirs to make... 

A set of high heels tapping against the smooth, white floor alerted them to the arrival of another, shocked eyes widening as they took in the last person they’d expected. She was pristine in her black suit, Lale taking a seat at the table, nodding to Luan.  

“Lale, you... I thought you were...” Ed began, the Kurdish woman’s eyes snapping onto him. 

“All great forces have their resurrection.” 

“And Asif?” 

She smirked, reaching for the provided glass of water and taking a sip. “Now there is somebody who shall not be making a return.” The Pakistani might have saved her rather than ended her, as all had thought, but truly, it had been another to elevate her. Asif’s proposal had been good, but, as she’d learned after being helped up off the floor within his home out in Pakistan, by a member of the militia who had stormed the room and gunned him and his associates down, Catherine Cavanagh’s offer was better.  

Lale was shrewd enough to always side with better.  

If shock was the prevailing emotion at seeing the Kurdish gang leader alive and well, it could only be described as all-out disbelief when the final player revealed themselves, Catherine Cavanagh striding in to take her place at the table. 

“I apologise for keeping you all waiting, but there was a loose end that I had to ensure remained tied up. Suffice to say that Elliot Finch shall not be joining us.” she began, incredulous stares all pointing right at her. “Yes, ladies and gentlemen. I have returned. What, did you just assume the Cavanagh’s to have died when my father did? Oh, no. No.”  

“Catherine,” Marian began, her name bitten frostily between her teeth, Rin holding up a finger. 

“No. Now is not the time for you to talk. Now is the time for you to listen, Marian. Surely you can do that, can’t you? I mean, I know being a rotten, duplicitous shit of a mother who sold her sons out for her own profitable gain comes naturally to you, but perhaps listening should, too.” 

The young woman had some balls, she thought, but if nothing else, Catherine was her father’s daughter to a fault.  

Marian was incensed. “I beg your fucking pardon?” 

Straightening in her seat, Rin chuckled. “It is amazing, what can be attained through the assistance of hidden surveillance, or a direct set of ears,” she began, turning to Luan. “Thank you. My father always held you in great esteem. This does not change for me.”  

Marian’s guts twisted, knowing that her associate had been working for another all along, their alliance not as tightly forged as she’d once thought.  

“Now, to the rest of you. The investors you once worked under are no more. I saw to that personally, the ins and outs of such being none of your concern. Moving forward, the direct overlord you now report to is me, the fresh investors backing me fronting enough cash to keep business running just as smoothly and efficiently as it always did. We tire of the battlefield London has become. I think we can all agree that gang warfare is attracting entirely too much heat upon our enterprises. It is time to revert, and that means each and every one of you falls in line.” 

A snort sounded through the quiet of the room, Catherine turning to view Mehmet, leader of the Persian mafia. “Do we have a problem?” 

“Yes, Miss Cavanagh. We do if you expect me or my organisation to take orders from a little girl.”  

She smirked, cocking her head, her eyes narrowed as she stood. A little girl was the teenager who had left London seven years previously. The woman who stood in her place was far from it, a hardened criminal, a prolific arms dealer who solely ran her now late father’s enterprise in and out of Africa.  

In short, she was not to be fucked with. Mehmet might’ve done well to acknowledge that prior to opening his mouth and letting his misogyny flow out for all to see.  

Her hand then reached into her jacket, pulling a glock from her concealed holster and firing upon him. He slumped, sliding from the chair onto the floor, blood beginning to pour from the single bullet hole in his forehead. Her eyes then turned to her nearby associate Atticus, who stood primed and ready. “Find his next in line and offer my terms. If he does not comply, scrub them all.”  

He nodded. “Boss.” 

Her threat needed no interpretation, Rin continuing to slowly walk around the table after holstering her weapon once again. “The laundering for narcotics will continue through Dumani Finance, Ed and Shannon I would like to keep you at the helm of such. Everyone sitting at this table, be assured that your cash will be washed, the drug machine will continue to turn, and from the ashes, the Wallace Corporation will rise, along with the buildings that shall once again begin dotting the London skyline.” 

“May I ask, Catherine,” Ed began, diplomatic in his address as always, understanding well how the balance of power had turned on its axis. He also had no desire to be shot in the head if she so much as gauged the tiniest whisper of disrespect. “Why do you plan to elevate Sean Wallace once more? With Dumani Finance running the legitimate front, surely you need no further holdings?” 

“Not for drugs, Ed, you are correct. For the guns that I will continue to run into Africa and the Middle East – Kurdistan especially - I very much do. My father’s footing in this city slipped the moment he became ill; I have now returned to stamp my mark upon it.” 

Her nod to Lale at the mention of her homeland was reciprocated, the pieces of Catherine’s plan all tying together very neatly. “My proposal is quite clear, ladies and gentlemen. You either work in my new London or die in your old one. I feel my offer is more than fair. You will run your respective helms, but ultimately answer to me. Going forward, our new investors intend to make you all extremely wealthy people. It is now up to you, whether you sink or swim.” 

They all looked to be accepting of her proposal, each leader voicing that entirely, all but Marian. With her son being given his power back, she knew that left no place for her in this new London, not with how Sean now viewed her. She left the meeting quietly, while drinks were poured, hands were shaken, and brand-new alliances formed. They did not loiter for long, each of them filing out, the second youngest woman within the room halted by an elegantly manicured hand upon her shoulder. 

“Oh, and just one more thing, Lale,” Rin began, pressing that hand to her shoulder as she leaned in close to her ear. “If you so much as even wink at Sean Wallace again, I will cut your fucking tits off with a rusty razorblade. Clear?”  

The Kurdish woman smirked, lifting her chin. “You have some fucking balls to make such threats against me, Catherine.” 

“And you have the entirety of the money that funds the freedom of your people running through a fucking empire that I ultimately preside over, as well as the guns used for them to continue the firefight for said freedom supplied at ten percent over cost. Remember that.” 

Rin might not have wanted him, but that did not mean anybody else could have him. Besides, she needed him focused, not getting himself caught up in anything swayed by his rampant libido. Not that Lale was ever likely to open her legs to him again after Sean had sold her out like that. 

He had a penchant for wronging his lovers, it seemed.  

Heading back to the fleet of cars, she and her African associates all left, bar the men who remained to clean up the former Persian mafia boss’s corpse.  

“Silas, stop at McDonald’s on the way. I could murder someone for a McMuffin,” she spoke, the man turning with a frown. 

“You eat that shit?” Reaching, he poked her slender thigh. “You will become chubby, boss.” 

“Oi, you cheeky fucking knob!” she scolded, smacking his arm as he hissed a laugh. “Fucking watch who you’re talking to! Besides, it might be shit, but there’s no McDonald’s in Kenya, so you have no idea whether it’s worth the calories. Trust me, it is.” 

He made a contemplative face. “Then I try this McMuffin also.” Fifteen minutes later, and he was chomping through the double sausage version of the breakfast item, Rin happy with her bacon alternative. “I accept I was wrong, boss. Definitely worth the calories.”  

“See?” she spoke, washing it down with a sip of orange juice. “Told you. I’m never wrong, am I?” 

He snorted a laugh. “And when you are, you are still right.”  

“Exactly.”  

For the last seven years of her own exile to Africa, taking charge of her father’s gun running enterprise porting in Mombasa from the reserve that lay twenty miles north, Silas and Sokoro had not only been her fiercest protectors, but her genuine closest friends. The men had even followed her across an ocean, to a land neither were familiar with in order to keep their titles as heads of her security, which comprised of a fifteen-man team, all ex-Kenyan military.  

It was a well-paid job, and Rin about as delightful and funny as she was truly formidable, the latter they’d both had a hand in bringing out more from anything to skills in weaponry to furthering her proficiency in one-on-one combat. In short, they had assisted in priming her before returning to London, ready to take the criminal empire as hers.  

She’d done so with such finesse, Silas was nothing but proud. As her father would have been.  

“Morning, love.” She was greeted warmly by the embrace of her mother upon entering the kitchen, Diane pressing a kiss to her forehead. “How did it all go?” 

“As expected, only one protested. We’re exactly where we should have always been, head and shoulders above the rest. I suppose I ultimately have you to thank for that.” 

Of course, the notable people who were now funding the investment side of their empire were all contacts close to Diane, persons of extreme wealth, power and influence. “Well, I don’t like to toot my own horn.” 

“Oh, bollocks, mum,” Rin snorted, moving to the coffee machine. “You toot it so much, anybody would think the cavalry were charging in.”  

Although they’d been separated for seven years, their relationship had grown much fonder than it once was, most notably in the last five months since Rin’s return to be close to her father while he was dying, as well as putting the wheels in motion to facilitate the Cavanagh takeover of London.  

Diane laughed, nodding to the machine. “I’ll take an espresso, if you’re offering.”  

“Ah, I was just about to make one of those for somebody else.” Even after seven years, she remembered how he took his coffee.  

“Hm.” Diane’s face was sour as she hummed her answer, tucking her hair behind her ears. “The ginger twat, I take it? He's in the conservatory at present, wisely staying out of my way.”  

“Yes, mum. The ginger twat.” She heard a snort behind her, turning to see a clearly entertained Sokoro. “How’s he behaving?” 

“White man barely says boo to a goose, boss. The doctor come in to check him, give him progress on his brother. Billy is well, arm is stitched and clean, eh.”  

Rin nodded, handing the espresso to her mother before making a second. “Good, I’m glad he isn’t dead. He’s a sweet soul, Billy Wallace.” Much sweeter than his brother, that was for sure. In saving Sean’s life, there was no way she intended to allow his brother to perish, sending him to a private medical facility for immediate assistance. 

It was upon arrival there that he’d been rushed into the care of a doctor whom for years had been paid well to ask no questions over the treatment of certain gangland related injuries. That very doctor had only left Mulford Hall ten minutes prior to her arrival home, after checking the health of her unwelcome house guest.  

Once she’d prepared the coffee’s, the conservatory was where she headed, finding Sean in there, wearing the black jeans and dark brown sweater she’d sent a member of staff out to fetch. Noting that she’d gotten the sizes right to how she remembered him, it was not without a feeling of self-loathing, noticing that the thin knit sweater fitted a little snugger over his biceps than she was expecting, an area that seemed to have filled out more.  

Damn her hormones for reacting. 

“Thank you,” he spoke, taking the coffee from her outstretched hand, Rin stepping back to seat herself at the small table by the door opposed to by his side upon the sofa. “So, do I get to know yet, why I have been saved and brought within the frosty confides of Mulford Hall? If looks could kill, your mother would have withered me three times by now.” 

“Can you fucking blame her?” she spluttered, pausing in taking the first sip from her steaming cappuccino.  

He winced ever so slightly. “I suppose not.” A pause followed. “Now, the reason why I am here. Shall we get to it?” 

Even when at a disadvantage, the man demanded to know the lay of the land. “London is no longer in the hands of the investors, or at least not the ones you knew. A new kingpin has risen to power, backed by a brand-new set of investors.”  

He lifted his chin. “And who have you chosen to rise to this role?” 

Oh, it was a delivery she’d been greatly looking forward to. “Me.”  

And there was the payoff, his brow furrowing, clearly not expecting her reply. “Excuse me?” 

“You fucking heard.” Her statement was delivered with all the biting chill of a Siberian winter, placing her coffee down. “Me. I control London. Well, myself and Luan, Lale, the Dumani’s and a few other notables from their respective outfits. I preside over them all, though.” 

“Wait,” he frowned, unable to believe his ears. “Lale isn’t dead?” 

“No, Sean. Her being dead does nothing conducive for my running of arms further into the Middle East. I’m sure by the time she catches up with you, though, you’ll probably wish that she was.”  

She was taking way too much pleasure in this. His jaw tightened, and after the slugging he’d received in the early hours, it was an action which hurt like hell. “And where the fuck do I fit into all of this, exactly?” 

“Back in your old role, running your family business. The Dumani’s front for the drug cash, and you will front for the weapons I will continue to run through Africa and the aforementioned Middle East, eventually South America, too.” Oh, she was so, so pleased with herself, and he knew he deserved it, every ounce of it, but fuck. It stung like hell. He had his freedom; but it was her boot that trod upon his coattails.  

“Why me?” 

“Because as insufferable, impulsive and reckless as you are, Sean, I need the Wallace Corporation revived. With the extra capitol from my gun running empire, I need legitimate footings in London to keep the cash washed, hence why you need to return to your place and this time truly refrain from fucking everything up,” she explained succinctly, sipping her coffee.  

“So, Singer came to you as well then, yes?”  

She snorted a laugh. “No, Sean. Singer fucking works for me.”  

Fucking hell. Her words rocked him, learning of the reach she had, the power, how high she’d risen to be able to pull off what she had. While he’d slipped, she’d ascended. Quite deserving a fate, really, considering what he’d done to her. Still, it filled him with no sense of joy that he was effectively in her pocket now.  

While he’d gotten back what he’d coveted with such determination, the Wallace name on top again, it was not without its pitfalls. The greatest being that he would still answer to somebody else, in this case a woman who quite clearly loathed him. He was alive, free of his enemies, free of the investors, but without the freedom or dominance that he craved.  

“How did you do it?” he questioned, lifting his drink from the table and taking a careful sip. He was in more pain than he could ever remember being in, his throat feeling like it had been run over by a tank. “How on earth did you take out those of such power and influence?” 

“Easy,” she shrugged, her mouth curling into a smile. “I aligned myself with those of much greater power and influence.”  

“And me running the Wallace Corporation again, that was your only reason to do what you did for me?” 

She scoffed, beginning to laugh. “Sean, please don’t embarrass yourself by thinking I did it out of any fondness or feelings of magnanimity for you.” Her words were tinged with the kind of ice that didn’t exist in her eighteen-year-old self, Sean thinking it was a pity she seemed to have lost that warmth. “There was another reason, but you don’t deserve to be made privy to it just yet. If you behave, work well and become the kind of man who would have shown your father wrong in what he estimated of you, then you shall be.” 

He snorted softly. “Sounds ominous. And what if I demand to be informed right now?” 

Standing from her seat, Rin walked to the sofa, grasping his jaw and lifting his head sharply. He went to knock her hand away, her other grasping upon his delicate throat in dominance. “You are in absolutely no place to make demands of me. Seventh room on the right upstairs, there’s a guest bed made up for you. You can remain here until your old abode is liveable once more. If I were you, I’d spend most of my time up there. In fact, I insist upon it. Get the fuck out of my sight.” 

The stare they exchanged was weighted by both frost and fire, Rin eventually releasing her grip, picking up her coffee and sauntering back out, leaving Sean feeling as if somebody had cut off his air. He didn’t need the figurative of that so close after experiencing the literal, rubbing his sore neck as his brow furrowed.  

He had everything he wanted back, and none of it on his terms. He supposed he should have been grateful to her, yet the bile thrashed within his stomach like an angry serpent, spiny and cold, his grip upon the cup in his hand shaking as rage poured through him.  

There he was, a prisoner of his own actions, his own poor choices, at the beck and call of a woman whom he’d wronged so long ago, at her mercy entirely as she’d laid out her ground rules for him to abide by.  

And fuck, had she looked good while she’d been doing it.  

Damn her.  

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[invisibleicewands]

We, the undersigned, come together as creatives and artists, recognising the immense power held within each voice, especially those often underrepresented in our society. 

Art and creativity shapes and reflects the diverse experiences of our communities. It’s vital that politics does too, and that everyone’s voice is heard in our democracy. 

But in Britain today, as many as 8 million people are not registered to vote at their current address. Turnout of younger voters has been falling considerably.  New rules requiring photo ID risk excluding hundreds of thousands of citizens, and disproportionately affecting poorer people, those with disabilities and people from minority ethnic backgrounds.

We, the undersigned, stand united in our belief that participation in elections is not just a right, but a profound responsibility—one that should extend to everyone, at the heart of a vibrant democracy. 

That is why we urge you to join us in registering to vote for the upcoming local elections before the deadline of 23:59 on Tuesday 16 April, at https://qrco.de/giveanx. Remember, you are also eligible to register if you are a qualifying EU or Commonwealth citizen. 

We join hands with the young people leading the Give an X campaign in emphasising the importance of young people shaping the future, and we urge each and every citizen to claim their seat at the table.

Voting is not just casting a ballot; it is narrating the stories of our communities and painting a vision of a better tomorrow. In the face of huge challenges nationally and globally, that has never been more important.

Let’s all of us write the next chapter together. We Give an X – will you?

Signed,

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[veespee]

introduction

hello!

new to tumblr, but i’ve used it in the past. some basic info about me: you can call me Ven, i am 15 years old, and i am greek. my pronouns are she/they.

what i will post:

mostly poetry, small writing, headcannons (usually for slenderverse), quotes that i believe suit certain characters, moodboards, and maybe some of my drawings.

i enjoy analyzing media and rambling a lot, so i’ll be very happy if anyone really took the time to read any of my posts lol

you can ask anything, i honestly don’t mind unless you’re really weird, and can make any requests. i’m looking for fellow people around my age that enjoy my interests!

interests:

-slenderverse

specific series: everymanHYBRID, marble hornets, tribetwelve, mydarkjournal, darkharvest00, whispered faith, stan frederick.

-ARGs, such as: mandela catalogue, the walten files, POSTcontent, i am sophie.

-video games, such as: night in the woods, life is strange. detroit: become human, what remains of edith finch. 

-poetry about cannibalism, religious trauma, loneliness, limerence, yearning, and my favourite, canine poetry.

-music, genres i enjoy are: indie, rock, goth and new wave, death metal,

specific artists: alex g, jeff buckley, elliot smith, radiohead, a perfect circle, nirvana, foo fighters, alice in chains, freshwater, deftones, cocteau twins, the cure, bauhaus, she wants revenge, london after midnight, christian death, mortician, death, field dressed, and more.

(visit my spotify if you're interested :)

specific slenderverse characters i will/want to write about: HABIT/ Evan Myers, Jeff Koval, Vinnie Everyman/Caffarello, Steph, Dr. Corenthal, Alex (Koval and Kralie), Tim/Masky and Brian/Hoody, Noah and Firebrand, Kevin and Observer, Milo and Mr. Scars, Michael/Patrick, Shaun, Chris and Alex (DH00), Jesse Laurenzi, Heather McComber, Victor (MDJ) and Geneva, Tim/Mr. Flips, Robert.

things i don’t like:

-writing romantic scenarios about characters. i don’t like shipping, maybe some headcanons could be fine.

-NSFW. (writing nsfw, i am fine with nsfw jokes and such. just don’t go too far.)

-bigotry, obvious.

things i do like:

-people interacting with me about my interests. please, do not be scared to interact with me and ask anything, i am very lonely. (/hj)

-getting requests. again, don’t be afraid to ask me anything and request anything.

thank you sm for reading!

sorry for the rambling, but i hope you enjoy my account.

#slenderverse #headcannons #poetry #creepypasta #slenderman #hcs

[we-are-inevitable]

Fully just harassing you with asks rn so you can pick and choose which ones to ignore

Thoughts on Davey and Finch friendship?

-guess

this is so old im sorry ily @roideny

it doesn’t mesh, not at first.

i feel like theyre both very headstrong and have a lot of thoughts and opinions that they share out loud often, and because of that, things can be a little tense. their first meeting probably doesn’t go super well; davey probably says something finch doesn’t agree with, and finch is not a “three strikes and you’re out” kind of person; davey says something wrong, and finch hates him full stop. and because finch hates davey, davey hates finch.

so things are kind of not great for a little bit! they’re always hanging out together because davey and jack are dating and jack and race are best friends and race and finch are also best friends, so group things are a little weird, but as long as they don’t like. interact with each other, it’s fine.

it’s also a case of them both just being so similar. they’re stubborn and headstrong like i said earlier, but also fiercely loyal and not afraid to speak their minds. they care deeply about what’s right vs. wrong and aren’t fond of change- though davey embraces it much sooner than finch- and they both care a lot about how their words and actions come across to other people. its like a ,, same side of different coins kind of thing (and yes i know thats not the saying but think about it for a minute)

i think what brings them together is probably just,, an issue with their friends? idk. something they have to work together to actively solve- it’s not really a “hey i’ve grown as a person and you’re not bad, lets be friends” kind of thing but they have a mutual respect for each other because they figured something out together.

the friendship is still iffy at times but they eventually learn to live with it! it might take a year before they have any inside jokes or common interests to talk about, but they get there!

also hi el ilysm

#elliot tag #davey jacobs #david jacobs #finch newsies #finch cortes #jack kelly #racetrack higgins #newsies #livesies #newsies musical #ask a jac !

[finchwrites]

Hi! I'm Finch! I'm a writer of fiction, primarily queer fantasy. I'll post things I've written here, but I also reblog a lot of tips, resources, and other people's work! I am more than open to tag games as long as you are open to me forgetting about them and posting them late, haha.

Here's a rundown of my main WIPs:

Project: The Rubicon, est. 2012

modern urban fantasy, supernatural, horror elements

Peter Alvarez leaves New York for the South in search of the best friend who he thought committed suicide years ago. What he finds instead is more than he bargained for: a landlord who befriends him in unexpected ways, a coworker who hates him on sight for no reason, a boss who gives him more chances than he deserves, and the ghost that brought them all together.

Peter Alvarez, 26, he/him, lost in life since his best friend died, dependent on everyone around him as he refuses to move on.

Carmen Oliveira, 24, she/her, a barista at the cafe Peter begins to work at, nice to everyone but him for reasons he doesn't understand.

Chase Greenwood, 27, he/him, owner of the small cafe they work at, willing to help but not to get too close.

Elliot Bingham, 27, he/him, high school friend of Chase and Peter's landlord, contains multitudes.

Noah Bryant, 19 now then and forever, a ghost

Project: The Stewniverse, est. 2019

high fantasy original setting

Stewie has a wonderful family, a stable lifestyle in the town he grew up in, and should have no complaints… and yet, he’s always been anxious and restless and could never understand why. After a close encounter with life-threatening danger, his mother, a retired adventurer, finally relents and passes on her sword to him. Stewie sets off to solve all the problems of the world that he possibly can with nothing more than his mother’s sword and his loyal horse, Ser Decadence. Along the way he finds companions he never expected, along with a mystery that only seems to get more twisted and complicated the more clues they find.

Steward Knight, 19, he/him, human, the anxious son of a retired adventurer who wants to fix the world in the hopes that it will fix him.

Kieran, 26, he/him, a mysterious half-elven man with an even more mysterious quest: to help fae wherever he finds them. He seems to resent this, but does it all the same. 

Rishi, 22, she/her, an elven student of magic at the most prestigious arcane college on the continent, unable (or unwilling?) to cast any spells. 

Evelyn, 20, he/they, Kieran’s half-elven younger brother who is set on killing Kieran for a crime he won’t specify and who claims he is prevented from doing this only by the fact that he cares about Stewie and Stewie cares about Kieran.

Ashe, around his mid to late 20s in mortal years, he/it, a kelpie who has attached himself to Kieran and Stewie for reasons unknown and has vowed to never leave their side.

Lottie, 23, she/her, a human bard, accomplished heartbreaker,  and lover of animals who grew up with Kieran and Evelyn and is constantly putting her own problems aside to mediate between the two conflicting brothers.

Selkies is a short story I wrote for a fiction class

The Pale Demon of Hollowbrook is a chapter excerpt from either NaNo 20 or NaNo 22.

Project: Lilywood, est. 2022

modern urban fantasy, supernatural, horror elements

a haunted house time travel mystery

Canary has never felt like she belongs anywhere, even in her hometown of Lilywood, the town that accepts all stragglers, outcasts, and loners. Her only friends are fellow burnouts Ryan Shuck and Jamie Yamashita. When construction on the historic manor at the heart of Lilywood goes awry, they are pulled into a supernatural mystery surrounding the house that spans across centuries, hoping that it will answer the burning question each of them have had their whole life: who am I?

Canary Spencer, 21, she/they, a deeply insecure young adult trying to figure out who she is and how to be comfortable with being true to herself while exploring a house haunted by time.

Ryan Shuck, 23, he/they, an avoidant young adult who feels trapped by his circumstances and is scared of things changing even as his previously normal and ordinary life begins to turn upside down around him.

Jamie Yamashita, 25, he/him, a loud and cocky young man who rushes headfirst into the mystery of Lilywood Manor with more confidence than is warranted for someone who has no experience with the supernatural.

Project: Forget Me Not, est. 2024

modern vampire fantasy, romance, horror elements

a human afraid of dying and a vampire who would rather die than live forever

chronic illness, dementia, death, grief, dysphoria

Dana Hardy, 26, he/him, a young adult who has been terrified of aging ever since he watched his grandfather succumb to dementia and death. He learned about the understudied progressive illness Vampirism and is obsessed with contracting it

Wade Cameron, 24, he/him, a young trans man who has recently been diagnosed with vampirism. He's horrified at the thought that his body will stay the same forever and he'll never change or die. He wants nothing more than to find a cure.

#writerblr #writers of tumblr #pinned #project: the rubicon #project: stewniverse #project: lilywood

[moth-based-cryptology]

Any more about oh lei oh lai oh lord? -el

@roideny u and jac are the most predictable mfs i’ve ever met in my entire life

soldier/poet/king au inspired by this post

finch is the heir to the throne that ran away just before his father was killed by his belligerent uncle, albert is a (fairly newly) knighted soldier that fled the castle after the assassination of his king, and race is a low born poet with such eloquent writing skills he managed to land himself a seat at the previous king’s table. race and al escaped together, and once they manage to collect themselves, their mission is to find the prince, take back the castle, and save the kingdom. whether or not they’ll be able to is up to fate <3

the title is from soldier poet king by the oh hellos for. obvious reasons.

#this is one of my favorite aus at the moment #it’s very dnd i’m a big fan #newsies #livesies #elliot ilysm #elliot the finch enthusiast #elliot thoughts make brain go brr #the ralbertification of elliot #ish #racetrack higgins #albert dasilva #ralbert #spam ralbert gang #soldier poet king #chandler the ralbert cult leader #never not read the tags

[smash-or-pass-otome]

Tags and Links A-M (In Progress)

Some might still be missing cause I just went down the Smash or Pass tag on here and there's some i forgot to tag

Also I put links for the Lovebrush guys cause I didn't want to list each version

If any links don't work please let me know. I tested some but not all

The * is just me marking where I stopped when making the list

Alice in the Country of Hearts

Elliot March

Amnesia Memories

Kent

Arcana

Asra

Julian

Lucio

Muriel

Nadia

Portia

Arcana Twilight

Sirius

Ayakashi Romance Reborn

Kuya

Toichiro Yuri

Yakumo Koizumi

Backstage Pass

Adam Eaton

John Brandon

Matthew Partridge

Baldur's Gate 2

Anomen Delyrn

Birushana

Minamoto Yoritomo

Blind Griffin

Alexei

Emilio

Giovanni

Blooming Panic

Quest

XYX

Boyfriend Dungeon

Sunder

Bustafellows

Crow "Scarecrow" Miller

Helvetica Orsted

Limbo Fitzgerald

Mozu Shepherd

Shu Lyn O'Keefe

Cafe Enchante

Canus Espada

Ignis Carbunculus

Il Fado de Rie

Kaoru Rindo

Misyr Rex

Charade Maniacs

Akase Kyoya

Futami Ryouichi

Iochi Mizuki

Mamoru Chigasaki

Cinderella Phenomenon

Karma

City of Love Paris

Louise Paquier

Cloud Meadow

Kreyton

Code Realize

Impey Barbicane

Saint Germain

Collar X Malice

Takeru Sasazuka

Court of Darkness

Fenn Luxure

Cupid Parasite

Alan Melville

Gill Lovecraft

Raul Aconite

Ryuki F Keisaiin

Shelby Snail

Cute Demon Crashers

Akki

Kael

Mirari

Dangerous Fellows

Lawrence

Zion

A Date With Death

Grim Reaper

Demonheart

Raze

Sir Brash

Xan'ari

Devil butler with Black Cat

Berrien Cliane

Devil Kiss

Cain

Dragon Age Origins

Zevran

Dragon Age 2

Fenris

Dragon Age Inquisition

Cullen Rutherford

Eldarya

Leiftan

Error 143

Micah Yujin

Even If Tempest

Tyril I Lister

The Fate of Wonderland

White

Fire Emblem Fates

Kaze

Saizo

Fire Emblem Three Houses

Claude Von Riegan

Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd

Edelgard Von Hresvelg

Felix Fraldarius

Mercedes von Martritz

Harukanaru Toki no Naka de 4

Hiiragi

Harvest Moon: More Friends of Mineral Town

Cliff

Gray

Hatoful Boyfriend

Kazuaki Nanaki

Shuu Iwamine

Havenless

Noah

Hustle Cat

Grave Serling

I was a Teenage Exocolonist

Marzipan

Ikemen Sengoku

Masamune Date

Sasuke Sarutobi

Ikemen Vampire

Arthur Conan Doyle

Kamigami no Asobi

Anubis Ma'at

Loki Laevatein

Kissed by the Baddest Bidder

Mamoru Kishi

Shuichi Hishikura

Knights of the Old Republic

Carth Onasi

Love Spell Written in the Stars

Enix Gray

Florian Atlas

Jamie Niro

Marcello DiNucci

Lovebrush Chronicles

Ayn Alwyn

Cael Anselm

Clarence Clayden

Lars Rorschach

LoveLink

Blake Bailey

Lover Pretend

Asagi Eiichiro

Kamikubo Kazuma

Makino Harumi

Sena Yukito

Riku Nishijima

LoveUnholyc

Leo

Lullaby of Demonia

Ifrit

Max Gentleman Sexy Business

Samuel Finch

Sinterklaas

Vicki Lestrange

Vlad Nibblesome

MeChat

Wu Xiang

Metro PD: Close To You

Katsuyuki Kyobashi

Monster Prom

Damien Lavey

Moonlight Lovers

Aaron

Beliath

Ethan

Ivan

Neil

Raphael

Vladimir

Mr Love Queen's Choice

Gavin

Kiro

Lucien

Victor

My Candy Love University Life

Castiel

Mystic Messenger

Jumin Han

Saeyoung Choi

Yoosung Kim

Zen

#tags #links #tag list #otome #smash or pass

[kurtswish]

Sparrow, Wren, and Finch Chapter 1

One year later

Kurt was a bundle of nerves. He was trying his best to ignore the butterflies warring in his stomach as he finished up his lesson for his sophomores. He was thankful when the bell sounded ending the period, not that lunch would bring him any reprieve. He gathered his things and as he left his classroom was grateful to see Elliot approaching him. 

“How did it go?” Kurt asked his friend. 

Elliot gave him an easy smile. “I think it went well, at least as far as interviews go. I think Hina liked me in any case.”

“I have no doubt he loved you.” Kurt assured him. “I’m still surprised you wanted to apply for the position.” 

When Elliot had first told him he was applying to replace the Class A teacher for the current seniors, Kurt was taken back. He had always assumed that even without Blaine, Elliot and Sam would move forward with their plans to open their own agency. 

“Sam going to work for the Hero Department made me rethink a lot of things,” Elliot told him as they walked down the hall. “I think I like the stability of teaching and it’s not like I am giving up being a hero altogether.”

“I hope you get it. I think you will really like it here. And it will be nice being neighbors.” He laughed as he dug his keys out of his bag. 

“It will be nice having a place to myself. Of course it feels that way now with Sam gone all the time.”

Since going to work for the Department, Sam had spent a lot of time undercover. Most of the time he was completely unreachable which worried all of them. 

Kurt handed Elliot his keys, “Thanks for picking up Elster on such short notice. I have a few things I still need to get before we leave tomorrow. I was planning on picking them up during lunch but now I have to go and meet the applicant for the new costume tech instead. And Blaine has a meeting after class.”

“I told you before, I love watching Elster so don’t worry about it.” Elliot soothed. “Besides that just means we get to start our special El weekend a little earlier.”

“Hey now. You can’t get rid of me and Blaine so easily. We will still be home tonight. And besides it isn’t the whole weekend, we should be home Sunday afternoon.” Kurt laughed playfully pushing his friend. 

Elliot swatted Kurt’s hand away with a smile, “Get out of here, or you will be late for your meeting. You don’t want this new hire to think you are always late, do you?”

#klaine #kurt hummel #blaine anderson #avian series #glee #klaine fanfiction #klaine fic #writing #kurtswish