Finn McMissile - Blog Posts

After having fun with the Acer and Grem human design,

Here’s my humanoid design of Professor Z and Miles Axlerod

I totally feel like Professor Z would be short, angry man 🙃, and the image I found of Axlerod is priceless

Well I decided to make something depressing at work 😅😐

I just came up with a scenario: where Finn, Holley, and Mater are in Big Bentley. And, since Acer and Grem are assholes, that show Leland’s severed head to Finn to one up him. O__O

Which shows and reveals the message of what Finn said to Mater

“Friendships are dangerous in our line of work”

My beautiful au for Finn and Leland to get married and grow old together >:3 💙❤️

Bonus: They eventually go to Finland ;)

Finn + Leland Fusion

Steven Universe has definitely been on my mind while drawing these two 🙃. I’ve always wondered what Finn and Leland would look like if they did fuse together, so here’s this!

No caption... 😳

First Day of CHROME!

I definitely believe Leland would take a selfie without Finn being prepared for it ヾ(￣▽￣) It's cute!

Love it ❤️

almost forgot but someone requested finn :-)

this will be the last one for now

Really good story!

Aftermath - Finn X LeLand short fic

Inside the room was dark, aside from the light from outside the window. But even in the low light, one could see it was-- or had previously been-- some sort of bedroom. Now though, it seemed it was just a memoir room. Inside, pictures lined the almost a whole wall, aside from a few shelves with random trinkets and such. A desk was near the window, papers and files scattered across it messily. On the desk was a picture of Finn and a man dressed in a red suit, which was high contrast compared to Finn's slate grey. The glass was cracked and the frame partially split. A stack of books, possible diaries, were stacked up in a small container, stacked three high and two long. A record player, completed with a crate of vinyl disks, sat on a small table. He played the desk that had remained there for an eternity. The whole room had a strange feel. The room itself felt empty, as if a presence was missing. Another picture of a tall, younger, chiseled man in front of a blue mustang with black stripes. The picture, or the man in the picture, seemed to shout, 'Hey, look at me and my car! I'm a badass.' as the man was leaned towards whoever was holding the camera.

A bed was pressed against the the middle of the right wall, the sheets looking stale. They had sat far too long with nobody touching them. The Brit ran his fingers over the duvet, feeling it sink under his gentlest touch. He frowned, looking at the clock; It was stopped, holding the permanent time '1:00 am'. It was the hour he'd seen Leland on the oil platform. The last time he'd ever seen his friend-- His best friend. His favorite person. His person. He recalled the last conversation so vividly it almost hurt.

"Be careful on that platform, Leland." Finn sighed, fiddling and fumbling with his hands. Leland turned, almost ready to say some smartass comment-- But he faltered. "I will be. I'll come home within a few weeks." He spoke, striding over to Finn. He kissed the man's jaw, near his ear. Finn just smiled, "When you come back, we can take a bit of leave." He joked lightly. Leland smiled and hugged him, "I'll be back, love." He said, opening the door. "I love you. Come back in one piece." Finn gave that smirking grin he always gave. Leland grinned back, "I love you more. I'll come back in one piece, I promise." He shut the door.

"You promised." Finn murmured, picking up a folded jacket. He messed with the fabric, an empty look in his eyes. He wanted Leland home in one piece. If Finn was being honest with himself, he would have killed Zündapp. However, Finn knew that it would fix nothing. No amount of revenge could bring back Leland or mend the pang he felt in his chest when Leland was mentioned. And if he had killed Zündapp, it would have put a bad impression on Holley, as it was her first mission.

Finn looked up, seeing the pictures that still hung. Finn was in more than 80% of them, he guess. And Rodney Redline was in about 5% or so. But Leland,,, Leland Turbo was in likely 90% or more of the photos. His black hair and intense yet friendly, icy blue eyes were fixated on where the camera was. He always was photo-friendly. Rodney had been lost too, in Toyko. Finn had been looking forward to seeing a familiar face-- and he never got to.

Some part of Finn's mind blamed himself; He should've just went and met Rod. He should have, he should have, he should have. That was how nearly 90% of his thoughts containing Rod Redline and Leland Turbo started-- He should have been there. But it was over. Leland and Rod were no longer around.

"I should have," Finn choked on his words, burying his face against the jacket.

Playing around Clip Studio Paint for the first time. So, I decided to draw Finn :)

Merry Christmas y’all!

Saw this drawing, and I wanted to get my hand in it too ;)

But @loveforpixarcars, really good drawing! 😉

Holliday Finn McMissile

Because… why not? xD

That’s right ;)

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I love it :)

Leland: I need you to hold me.

Finn: I love you, but a mission is not the time to get romantic.

Leland: I need you to hold me while I drop from the vents, you idiot.