#feat. finn

[darcyxanthonyx]

👻 + finn

@finn-brooks

[darcyxanthonyx]

🎉 A happy song for my muse

Alone Together by fallout boy

This song makes her think of @jamesonxcassidy @jaceberg @finn-brooks and Evie when she was here 🥹

[darcyxanthonyx]

Does your muse like to sing? Would they do a duet?

YES! I love karaoke. And yes again because I want Finn or Jameson to sing with me so bad. I'm still trying to talk them into going to Melodies with me someday."

[darcyxanthonyx]

🪡 : does your muse have any piercings, tattoos or other body mods? why did they get them? if they don't have any, do they want any?

I have my ears pierced, and I have a tattoo of a cute little mushroom guy. Finn has a matching one.

@finn-brooks

[darcyxanthonyx]

💢 ANGER - what are some habits they have that will take some getting used to?

Don't confront me or I'll disappear or deflect everything you've said. I also tend to get myself into some... questionable places. I mean, like one time I FaceTimed Finn while urban exploring and I found still water and like, this terrifying underground place that I'm like, ninety-eight percent sure a squatter lived in. I think I almost gave Finn a heart attack.

@finn-brooks

[darcyxanthonyx]

😍 + finn

“I love how you always have a random history fact. Literally have about everything! I always thought history was boring, and to be honest, sometimes I space out when you talk about it, but you’ve told me some really cool stuff. I also really love that you’re just always there for people. You know how to talk people down when they— okay me, when I feel insane. And I know you’ve always got my back, even when I told you the absolute worst things about myself. Lastly, I love how happy you are with Madison and I love when you’re happy because you deserve it. Life sucks but you don’t.”

@finn-brooks

[darcyxanthonyx]

FINN'S HONEY ROAST — DARCY EDITION

"I never thought when I arrived to Aurora Bay, I would have gained a little sister. Mind you, one I never asked for, and I also would not fight a bear for her—"

Finn pauses to look around, just to make sure Maddie isn’t sending him a sharp look.

"But panicking is like her full time job. I could ask her, hey can we talk?, and she is assuming that somehow she is responsible for the fall of society. I can drop a glass in my apartment, and I would probably get a text from her apologizing about it. 

It’s wild to me that she can still push boundaries and break rules when it involves ghost hunting. Unexpected phone calls, mildly concerning texts, concept of confrontation? No, but yes. Sure. Let’s absolutely trespass into an abandoned building to find an apparition.

But honestly? Darcy is one of the safest and softest people I know. She might care so much that it loops back around into absurdity, but I can count on her reaching out to make sure I made it to my apartment safely. And we live on the same floor.

Thanks for being there for me as I found my footing here in Aurora Bay, Darcy."

[lordofthefaeries]

Hide and Seek event

Even the oldest and wisest beings in the city are not safe from the deep sleep the whole town was put under in this fated night. Not even the Leader of the Fae. Surprisingly, most fae have lived through the night without further harm or being taken from their safe beds. However, their objects have disappeared just like they did for the other species in town, and sometimes even twice as much went missing.

Aeragon is only missing one thing: His scroll with his family tree has vanished from it’s usual place and is not returning. A different message was left behind for him to read, and it’s created from words ripped out of books in his home:

“I’m enjoyed by all, yet I’m gone in a flash. What am I?“ 

Aeragon Clarion, welcome to the hide & seek! who are you playing with? well, wouldn’t you like to know. your character is missing one sacred object. they can choose to search for it, or they can get lost in their worry and don’t. (but who knows, maybe they’ll find their way back home on their own). your character was sorted into search group number 5, alongside Finn, Spencer and Roman.

please post this plot drop and your character’s reaction to it, which can be as short as one paragraph, or as long as you want. you can make two choices for your character: are they searching for their lost object? can they solve their riddle or not? please include these choices in your reaction response.

A cold, quiet fury settled in Aeragon’s chest, a feeling far deeper and more chilling than mere displeasure. To see his library, his sanctuary, so desecrated was a violation of the highest order. Leather-bound tomes that had survived centuries, some even millennia, lay broken and splayed open on the floor like fallen birds. Delicate pages, brittle with age, were ripped from their bindings, their elegant script and intricate illuminations shredded into a meaningless confetti of knowledge. The very air, usually thick with the comforting scent of aged parchment and cedar, was tainted with the sharp, raw smell of torn paper and a lingering, alien presence.

And for what? His eyes narrowed, tracing the crude arrangement of torn strips pasted against the far wall, a mosaic of violation forming a simple, almost childishly scrawled message.

“I’m enjoyed by all, yet I’m gone in a flash. What am I?" 

“You are a sunset.”

He mused on the words, the initial rage momentarily giving way to a bitter, analytical calm. A sunset. A magnificent, fleeting spectacle of fading light just before the inevitable dark. Was it a threat? A poetic insult, implying his time was ending? Or was it a twisted compliment from an enemy who saw beauty in his decline? The ambiguity was galling, an intellectual puzzle crafted from the guts of his most cherished possessions.

His gaze swept across the carnage again, a meticulous inventory of the damage taking place in his mind. The Chronicles of the Elder Days… defaced. The Treatise on Celestial Alignments… its spine snapped. Then, a sudden, sharp intake of breath. A cold spike of dread pierced through the simmering anger. Amidst the scattered debris, there was an empty space on the mahogany shelf where his family’s scroll should have been. It wasn’t torn or discarded; it was gone.

Suddenly, the other books didn’t matter. They were replaceable vessels of knowledge, but the scroll… the scroll was memory. It was irreplaceable. On its impossibly long, winding parchment were the names of his former lovers, carefully inscribed in his own hand, often humans whose brilliant, flickering lives had long since been extinguished from the world. Each name was a story, a universe of shared laughter and quiet sorrows. It was his private litany against the erosion of time, the one tangible thing that proved their fleeting, beautiful lives had truly mattered. That was enough. That was everything. The theft was no longer an act of vandalism; it was an act of soul-theft.

A new resolve hardened his features, turning his grief into a whetstone for his anger. This was not a random act; it was personal, and it was part of a larger, cruel game. He was not the only player. He knew Finn, Spencer and Roman. They too were victims of this malicious hide-and-seek event, each having lost a piece of their past, a part of their soul. A grim understanding settled upon him: alone, they were just grieving individuals, but together, they could become hunters.

He decided then. He would seek them out, unite their disparate losses into a singular, unyielding purpose. They would find what was taken, and in doing so, they would find the architect of their pain. The sunset had not yet come for him, he thought with a dangerous glint in his eyes. In fact, a new day was about to dawn—one of reckoning.