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“PAPA, COME AND FIGHT ME, YOU COWARD--” Ferociously launches water balloons in random directions
Sorry for my absence, I’ve been preparing for school that’s coming up, and hoping to get a new computer that is sorely needed. Please be patient with me!
PLEASE READ:
There is no point in me sending anonymous messages, then putting my url on the end of them (or putting the name of my muse at the end). If I wanted to send a message IC, I would just send one. It’s counterproductive to send an IC message on Anon, then put my URL/muse name on the end of it.
Unless it has my URL and my icon right next to/above the ask that has been sent, IT WAS NOT ME.
Throws an entire pan at one of the Cú Chulainns
Finnscoth un-ironically loves to roughhouse with her dad and will often jump on his back, tackle him to the ground and try to wrestle with him until her mom comes over and scolds her.
lightbcrn:
“I’m yer father. Ya don’t need ta use my full name like we’re enemies or something."
“It wouldn’t be a formal challenge if I didn’t??”
Hold up a water balloon with a bucket of water balloons a few feet away. “I hereby formally challenge Cú Chulainn to a duel--”
beannaiithe:
“And you have my support being a knight but your name is your name. They hold great importance, yes?” She is trying to ignore how Finnscoth had lifted her as if she weighted nothing.
“I guess so, but.. i don’t want people I don’t like saying my name.”
beannaiithe:
“change your name and you will only have broccoli for dinner for one year!” She screeches ( yes Emer, the always collected Emer screeches ) “Put me down Finnscoth, I am your Mother not some damsel!”
// @iredie .
“I’m not a Knight yet, so there’s no point in me changing it --” Finnscoth replies softly, freein her mother from her grasp.
@lightbcrn
“Maybe you could be called…….The Hound?"
“I’ll hit people with my shield and woo the ladies--”
She is pulling on her daughter's cheeks - gently of course - while giving her a rather frustrated look. "You brat. Who do you think named you? Not your father! He was too busy running around like a pup, telling everyone you were born. I named you! You better keep that name, young lady!"
Picks up her mom like she’s made of paper.
“Mama, I gotta have a cool new name, I don’t want creepy only men saying my real name when I rescue them--”
"FINNSCOTH IS ALREADY A COOL NAME. DON'T CHANGE IT."
“I gotta have a cool Knight name so when I come and protect you, you can go ‘Wow look at XX, my cool Knight daughter! Thank you, Knight daughter!”
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“What would my cool name be? I don’t have a cool name or any geas to hinder my success...”
“I want to be a Knight and protect my papa!”
how tall even is her father?
all i can think of is this petite little lady tip toeing while she tries to give him a kiss on the cheek.
lightbcrn:
“It won’t be easy. Yer gonna get blister all over yer pretty hands. Yer mother might kill me, but if yer gonna hold a weapon, yer gonna know how ta wield it as well.”
Cu reaches for his daughter, patting her head much like he would a dog. He was reluctant still to hand over his legacy to his only living child. Perhaps, if Cu hadn’t been lost to rage, Connla would still be alive, to carry on in his place. But Finnscoth was all he had now, and Cu would not discriminate.
“Come with me. We have a lotta work ta do.”
“It’s OK. I’m sure you and mama will kiss them better for me, anyway. Besides, pretty hands aren’t my only worth.” Well, one of them would at some point, if she pouted about it enough. Hopefully. Unless her mother was too angry with her to do it. Even so. “It isn’t her decision.”
Finnscoth’s cheeks puff out slightly. She didn’t like the idea of defying her parents; it seemed disrespectful. But still. She had dreams, too. And she couldn’t achieve them by being held back.
“Mn. I’ll be better than you before you know it.”