#finch’s mother

[fenkizard]

The ask game inspired me to leave some of my writing here. This is fairly old and only briefly edited but I still love it

The tv light was dim, nearly as unoffending as a night light to sleeping eyes when the brightness was cranked down.

A heavy hand carded through orange curls, the hours taken to remove the matting and nests within visibly paying off as strands slithered down his knuckles.

A bony, echoing knock rapped against the wood of the door. There was no hesitation to the taps but they carried a strange tone all the same. Like the person might have found it difficult to keep their hand there too long.

The towering man rose, languid, unrushed, child’s head eased off his leg. The absence privately mourned as the warmth of the air subtly brushed away the heated indent on his skin, drying off the perspiration on the back of his legs in the same breath.

He made his way to the front, door swung open, and there an older woman stood. She was only half his size if that and worse off than she was years ago. The last time she’d shown her face to the outskirts of the ol’ background town, she’d left him with a kid and a promise to get better.

Now though? Her eyes were sunken, bags prominent and sagging enough that one could imagine peeling her lids down so far as to run a finger between the bone and the rigid, glazed whites. The eyes themselves were uncomfortably pale in the night, rimmed by red.

She stood at his door, the sliver of a moon diving down into the deep of the cloud cover, and told him to bring out her child.

No, he said.

She raised her voice, and her finger waggled and jabbed at his chest. She had her yellowed teeth bared at him, voice grating over her throat when she suggested- threatened forcing past him into the home. Into the room Finch was set, slumbering shallowly on the old couch.

She took a step forward, body angled to the side where the door was hung open.

He could just smell her breath, rotten and putrid when she puffed.

Robin took his own pace towards her, rising from where he was leaned against the frame. Now he properly stood above her, mass blocking the doorway when he squared his arms to his sides.

She backtracked, feet hitting the dirt at strange angles as she backpedaled. She looked like a sickly animal, a dog with it’s chops twitching and bony bumped tail shuddering under its groin.

He would be quiet. Finch, in all his unshakable resilience, hated screams. The real gut curdling kind that swayed into wails, getting a few turned heads from coyotes and folks at the edges of the rural.

People in the community saw everything. Somebody always did. An environment where privacy was a thing you kept in the dysfunctional family of boarded window homes that lined the block. Everyone had one cracked pane of glass at the least.

The pig farmer would not not check on his pigs that dawn, assured by his brothers and his wife that the big man had done his community service, remnants of a big black garbage bag polished off by the swine come sun up.

The farmer would chortle and smack the splintered home table with a curse. It saved him a good few bucks on feed after all.

Later, in the sweltering heat of the midday, feet dangling off the fence of the pig pen, a red headed kid went tossing rotting carrots to the fat blotchy creatures.

As far as finch knows, his mother never came back for him.

Chances are I’ll write like two more one shots and throw them all on ao3 for fun

[doctorsiren]

Mama Edgeworth anyone?

[justalittlechocolatemilkshake]

When Esther is laying out her plans to Mick re: revenge plan B in episode 7, she calls Charles “the smiley one”. I’m pretty sure Charles is never smiley when he interacts with her. I’m imagining that this is what Monty calls him and she just uses his nickname.

[skywerse]

I designed finch's dad!!!!

[rainybraindays]

Legitimately want Colin Harry and Albion to be besties, I need them talking about how Portia drives them up a wall, I need them trading food recs and them listening to his travel stories, i want him to help them stand up to portia bcause god do they need it. I want them going to Wills and hanging out at balls when their wives are talking to people. please give me the wife guy trio i want it SO bad

[groenendaze]

mildly disgruntled finch pre-vet appointment

[chasing-faith-and-fate]

Moon 11

Moon 10 | Moon 11.1

[ghostofthegallows]

BLAME @bennyandthejetz5 FOR THIS NOT ME

[shaylogic]

[redrcs]

Welcome to the entrance. Random art at Finch Hatton.

On my travels

[ace-and-the-rpg-horrors]

sorry lads, Dead Boy Detectives was ACTUALLY cancelled because Monty got hit with the straight beam. rejected by exactly one boy, and he turned to piracy and heterosexuality. sad!!

[montythehumancrow]

OMG MY MOMS SO ICONIC. ME AND HER ARE GONNA BE ESTHER AND MONTY TOGETHER FOR HALLOWEEN!!! I LOVE MY MOTHER SO MUCH!!!

[strawberripuffy]

Does Tumblr fw my wall

[missmisnomer]

You need to educate them while they're young 😊

[deanjohn]

Mary Ruefle, Woodtangle