Flynn✨

@flynnbrewer.bsky.social

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Author of whimsical fantasy, LGBTQ stories 🏳️‍🌈, comedy, horror, sci fi, and really whatever else interests me. Lover of games, magic, and just having fun. ✨

A painting of a black spiral coming from a joker card with a black tear drop from the joker in a blue and red hat creating the black spiral from the bottom corner of the card
A painting of a black cat peeking its head out of a vase with a red background
A small painting of a ghost wearing headphones leaning on a gravestone with an orange background
A small painting of gir from invader zim
A mostly white canvas with a black handprint in the center with a red stripe moving from the left, across the wrist and up around the right side of the painting
A 3d model of a stubby cartoony bomb cat
A pink Patrick pumpkin
A smiling glowing pumpkin with cartoon style eyes and mouth
Chapter I Hollywood be Damned! “April 3rd, 7:42 AM. Hey, it’s Milo here! You know, Milo Brook, the director? What am I saying, of course you’ve heard of me! Well, I’m hopping onto this live real quick just to let all of you know… we’re shooting a new documentary series! Yep, that's right! Milo Brook is back and better than ever, just you wait!” Milo yelled out with a smile while nudging his producer Rina’s shoulder. She lowers her head, letting her stained pink hair dangle over her half-empty plate. “Milo… do we really have to do this now? I mean, it’s not even 8 o’clock for crying out loud! And get off that live, people don’t want to hear about a show that’s not even in production yet!” Milo shoves his phone in her face and smirks while kissing the back of her head playfully, “Clearly, you don’t know my audience! Isn’t that right, everyone?!” He says while showing her the flood of hearts pouring in from the watchers. She swatted his phone away and grumbled before returning to her stale eggs. While cramming his adoration in her face, Jackson, the makeup artist, burst into the room with a brush in hand. The door slammed against the wall behind him. “Milo! Get your ass in here, now! I won’t tell you a second time! And Milo-” he tilts his head and points his brush, “NDA.” Milo’s eyes widen, “Oh shit, you’re right! Sorry, everyone, Milo’s out!” he said, frantically closing the app and locking his phone before jaunting over to Jackson with a big grin, “You're right, time for my glow up!”
It reads: Underneath countless constellations, Hex gazed up at the five moons hanging above. His legs dangled over a makeshift lighthouse, the dim beam swirling beneath only briefly broken by his feet and tail swinging freely. Taking out a small envelope, he opened it, revealing a bronzed coin. Inside, written in red ink, were four simple words: “For my little spark.” Hex’s chest tightened before he stuffed it back into his pocket, eyes on Blackspring glowing in the distance. Flicking his coin into the air, he watched with keen eyes for his tour group to arrive. His old friend Keth waves out from below with an apple in hand. “I’m going to head to the usual spot, okay? Got any requests?” He says with a smirk. Hex shakes his head as he catches the apple Keth just threw up to him. “Don’t do anything too crazy this time. Heard there was an old timer with this group, not to mention a kid. Just… take it easy, alright? Last thing we need is another accident.” Taking a bite, he spits it out and hurls it at Keth, “Ugh-what the hell?! You knew it was rotten!” Keth bursts into laughter while running down the muddy road, waving as he goes. “You should have known better than to trust me!” He screams out before disappearing into the mist. Hex takes a deep breath and looks out at the lake, spotting fog-covered lantern light just on the horizon. Returning to his coin flipping while the boat stopped at the dinghy dock below, he watches closely as the lavish vae step off. Their pointed ears, elegant features, and expensive attire were a stark contrast to the decrepit nature of Lamplight. Their nervous expressions told him all he needed. They were going to be one fun group. Hopping down from the rickety lighthouse with a slam, the visitors gasp and fall back. Hex smirks, tosses his coin one more time before catching it mid-air and sliding it back into his tan shirt pocket. “The name’s Hex, Hex Frati! I’ll be your tour guide this evening! Now, do mind the holes, haven’t had the chance …
One picture is of Patrick as a scientist researching with the caption, plotting out the story and the image on the right is of Patrick sitting on the ground holding a hammer with a board nailed to his head and the caption says, when I actually start writing.
Before he could react, Hex was pulled through the swirling waves, bathing him in a warm glow. Wind brushed past his face while sprinkles of seawater made him flinch. A sweet smell filled the air; every negative emotion vanished, replaced by a feeling he hadn’t felt in ages. One he had entirely forgotten. “Hey, little spark! Mind helping me? This one is giving me quite a fight!” His father’s voice rings out in his mind. Opening his eyes, he spots his father pulling back on a reeling fishing pole with a gorgeous red sun in the sky behind him. Hex runs over and helps him pull in the enormous and writhing fish. His father's laughter echoed across the water as he wiped the drops from his face with his shirt, looking at the green trapper fish flopping on the deck of the ship. “Haven’t seen one of these in a while! Hmm… actually, I’ve got an idea. Hey little spark, how about you head to the cabin and grab Yoru? I’m sure he could sketch this baby down with ease, you know, capture the memory!” He exclaims while picking up the fish and holding it up by the line.
Spyro is in the center with a castle behind him while he looks at the camera