FinnTheFun

United States

He/Him (Trans)
Panromantic Asexual
Eighth Grader
Wiccan
Favorite anime is hxh or Promised Neverland (Haikyuu's up there)
I like to watch anime, draw, and I love musical theater
Stage Crew
Hufflepuff
Lacrosse player
Son of Artemis

Message from Writer

“If everyone fought fire with fire, the whole world would go up in smoke.” - Lemony Snicket
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“A library is like an island in the middle of a vast sea of ignorance, particularly if the library is very tall and the surrounding area has been flooded.” - Lemony Snicket
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“Over the Wintry” by Natsume Sōseki

Over the wintry

Forest, winds howl in rage

With no leaves to blow.
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Memento mori, amor fati
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Będę tam, kiedy łania będzie spacerować i kiedy wrona będzie latać

Published Work

This is fine

This is fine.
I'm going to be fine, right?
What if I cant though, what if I cant be fine.
What if, what if I fail?
What if I give up.
No, you can't give up.
But this is so hard, trying to be fine.
If I'm not fine, no one will love me. 
No one will want to be with me.
Why do you care?
You don't need anyone, friends only cause you trouble.
No that's not true, I get so lonely.
No, you don't need them.
You'll only bother them. 
But if I leave will they start talking about me?
Of course, they're talking about you.
Am I not fine?
No, you're fine.

The script for my dnd campaign :>

You finally arrive in the capital of Illyria, Almberg, having heard about its famous ale. You're greeted by the towering gate that surrounds the city. The 12-foot metal gates cover almost the entirety of the other side, you can see a blood-red flag with an image of a hand grasping tightly to a bag of what you assume is gold knowing the city is full of born and raised merchants, not to mention pickpockets and thieves who'll rob you blind in every corner. You walk up to the guard, wind whipping in your face. You breathe in the smell of the surrounding flora as the guard yells at you in a firm voice to stop and state your business. (Let the adventurers do their thing) 
You finally get past the guard and step through the threshold into the bustling street. You see colorful tents selling everything from bowls with intricate patterns, love, and time in every paint stroke to glittering...

The Night

I lay awake the whisper of night chilling me to my core.
The darkness feels like a blanket 
The darkness suffocating me dragging me almost as though trying to drown me.
I try to focus on the soft hum of the fan
It's breeze a lion hitting my face with a prickling coldness.
My covers a snake coiling around my body restraining any feeble attempts of movement.
I feel the darkness staring at me 
smelling my fear 
ready at any moment to pounce 
to drag me into its grasp
untested, unknown, unimagined.
A nagging part of my brain tells me
It's all in your head 
your just going crazy.
But how?
How can one ignore it
how can I let it down me in its cruel nightmares
willingly let fear control my nights.
After hours of waging this war
fighting a thing I cant see
I give up
I finally give into the tight grasp of the night 
I finally...