#im just here to reblog art i thought was cute and to escape my own IRL issues and struggles.

[moth-tea-merchant]

Peitha give my strength to finally finish Zafira's ref sheet

[wroef]

how would you characterize the finches (as in who are they a person, what is their personality like, their aesthetics, etc). you don't have to write essays, i'd just like to know what you think of each of them. that would really interest me.

mod milton just went to go get food which has left me unattended so (peace sign emoji)

(EDIT MOD MILTON GOT BACK FROM GETTING FOOD AND IM ONLY ON WALTER, you can’t tell me to not write essays i will anyway im trying to be as brief as possible this is just how i AM)

milton is the aesthetic dude so he can either reblog or go back and edit this with what he thinks everyone’s aesthetics would be, i’ll just give descriptions of them and their personality. also im only gonna do the ones with portraits!!

odin - probably has an attitude a lot like dawn? i mean, he uprooted his whole house to sail to america to try to escape the curse. so like, paranoid family man that wants to keep his family safe. also probably likes boating/fishing or something. he’s probably sorta like my dad in that he cares deeply about his family, doesn’t like really anyone else, and can almost be sorta hotheaded when it comes to something getting in the way of him and his family. i sorta get that vibe? idk

edie - probably like how mod milton has described her before, like a kooky but weirdly lovable grandma? like the kind that would babysit the kids and then give them a bunch of chocolate and candy just before sending them back to their parents or something. probably a sweet old lady but also the kind that’s like ‘youre too nice wtf’ because she’d also be weirdly paranoid and such because of the family curse. definitely a person you could sit with and hear all of her stories though.

molly - i feel like she’d be the kinda kid who’d eat bugs and stuff as a kid and break her toys to figure out how they worked. she reminds me a lot of me as a kid, just more happy? and more interested in sea stuff. i feel like she’d be the kinda girl that you’d have to drag away from the beach whenever yall had to go home. just super bubbly and sweet but with sorta a weird fascination with dissecting things and figuring out how the innards of stuff work together. also probably spends more time eating than doing literally anything else

barbara - definitely the cute blonde that everyone said ‘she’s gonna be big one day’ and she did. she probably woulda loved watching child star stuff and when she had the opportunity to be in a movie she begged edie to let her audition. as she got older and america ‘grew out of her’, she probably was a theater kid type in high school, just waiting for another big break and auditioning anywhere she could. definitely the kind to roll her eyes whenever she had to babysit her little brothers, but she still cared a lot about them.

calvin - the kid to have probably gotten his head stuck in a fish bowl pretending to be an astronaut more than once. he was probably a big nerd growing up about space, begging for stuff like a telescope or astronomy books or anything he could get his hands on. he was the kid who said ‘im gonna be an astronaut when i grow up’ and was actually gearing to do just that. he was probably amazing as heck at school and sam might have even had him do his homework more than once. so smart kid, very hardheaded. think of like, how the majority of the fandom portrays clay terran from ace attorney (if anyone around here plays AA?)

sam - perfectly content staying on the ground, thanks. total one-with-nature type kid, probably wanted to be a nature photographer before calvin died. after the fact, he probably geared himself more toward military because he figured the thought of achieving your ‘true dream’ was all bs since he had then lost two siblings trying to achieve their dreams. so he dropped the photography except for recreational usage, and focused on gearing toward the military probably because this is vietnam war time and he didn’t really have a drive to go for anything else. he liked the structure that being in the military gave him and raised his kids with the same strict schedule, but it was probably a combination of his general stubborn pessimistic personality (which was never shown around the kids, of course) with his history and being away from the kids for a lot of their younger years because of the USMC that lead to his and Kay’s divorce. i feel like ive rambled a lot about sam for someone who doesn’t like him. tl;dr bad dad but also sad dad?

walter - my poor, sweet, paranoid delusional baby. he was probably the type to, like molly, enjoy the sea a lot. he probably wanted to be a marine biologist growing up, and when barbara died because of the supposed ‘monster’, being exposed to that kind of trauma of literally hearing your sister’s last words as she screams while being killed, that would kinda fuck you up. i could see him locking himself in his room for days on end, eventually forcing edie to have to drop him out of school and homeschool him. it probably took him months to even be able to step outside of his room. when calvin died he probably re-shut himself in, just terrified of everything. it said in game he had been down there for 30 years, and since he died at 53, that would mean he retreated to the basement at 23 years old. possibly, when no one else was living in the house aside from edie, she and him worked together to create the bunker that took a few years to make before it was livable.

dawn - she probably took after her dad a lot, not in the fact of the hunting or other activities he enjoyed but more in the pessimistic view of life. she’s seen in his story reading a lot and i feel like that’s because she’s the quiet type that would rather submerse herself in a fantasy world in a book than she would interact with the real world. sorta like how the whole “sam seemed to go out of his way to meet [death]”, conversely, dawn tried to stay away from it as much as possible. she probably grew up wanting to explore and ‘see the world’ before she died, which was why she started joining volunteer programs to help people in other countries. she probably became more religious after her dad passed but hid it more when she got close to sanjay because of religious differences, which was why she and sanjay would have decided to raise their kids without religion. she cared a lot, but she showed it in a weird way; she was angry and paranoid, sure, but she did care. sorta like how i wrote odin.

gus - rebel kid. probably grew up with a resentment for his dad and saw him as the source for ‘mom leaving’ and such. gregory died when he was around 8 years old, which is just around the time hormones are about to go wild and puberty sets in, so he probably launched himself into a punk rock lifestyle to sort of rebel against his parents and deal with his grief in his own way when he felt no one else really understood him. since dawn was pretty hardheaded and stern and pessimistic like their father, gus probably didn’t feel all that comfortable talking to her, so he just bottled a lot of stuff up. sad baby

gregory - i feel like his story sums him up personality wise pretty well, idk, hes a baby

lewis - stoner kid. he probably grew up in india learning both english and hindi from his parents, and was generally a normal happy kid until his dad died. when he did and they moved back to the states, he would have been about 14, with milton at 10 and edith at 3. milton and lewis probably got along a lot for the year they were together in the finch house and while they were being homeschooled, and when milton disappeared he probably fell into a depressive state as he had no one else to really talk to around his age about the losses he experienced. not to mention as another anon said, he was the only finch to not really show any artistic talents, which further ostracized him from his family and everyone else. he probably took to drugs as a means to cope, which became a habit. when he graduated and isolated himself in his room to smoke and occasionally talk to edith, that’s when dawn signed him up for a job at the cannery to try to help coax him out and into a more healthy life, which of course backfired. overall though, he would have been a really nice person, if not sort of standoffish emotionally. he loved spending time with his siblings and his dad, though never really had much attachment to his mom. nice dude, 10/10, would smoke a bowl with him

milton - (in the words of mod milton: college art student doesn’t get sleep) ok thanks mod milton. ok so like. i see milton as being the super artsy kid in class, the one who’d say ‘i wanna be an artist when i grow up!’ and fucked around with paint all the time and stuff. as he got older he figured out how to make stuff work better (might have even been signed up for art classes) and figured out how to make landscapes and animate (with flipbooks) and such like that. he was probably a kid very eager to learn and discover new things, like how in an entire year he managed to find all the passageways in the finch house and disclose that information to lewis before he disappeared. very smart kid, practically a prodigy for his age in the world of painting and art

edith - sweet sweetheart baby child. probably grew up like the others, wanting to learn and figure out as much stuff as she possibly could. she took to drawing a lot and maybe even took pointers as a young 4 year old from her 11 year old brother milton before he disappeared. when he disappeared this probably raised a lot of curiosity in the young child and she wanted to learn more about her family history, but dawn wouldn’t allow it and edie wanted to respect her grandchild’s wishes despite her great-grandchild’s arguments. once they stopped being homeschooled (which idk what age that would be, i’d have to do math) and edith started going to public school, she may have been kind of insecure and introverted and kept to herself a lot of the time. when lewis died and she had to switch schools she probably gained more confidence from being in a place where no one knew her or her family history anymore and got herself a boyfriend which would lead to current situations in game.

I KNOW YOU SAID TO NOT WRITE PARAGRAPHS BUT THIS IS JUST HOW I DO MAN SORRY

-mod lewis

[pacman-tattoo]

names [jeremy h. x reader]

uh. jeremy x reader because... i love him???? also i love soulmate aus like honestly if you send me anything soulmate au anything i’ll write it probs. also theres a jeremy x michael x reader thats im working on but im gonna go ahead and post this!

warnings: like... nothing really?? there’s like, a lil bit of swearing and that’s rly it.

            Jeremy Heere was a complete dork. Cute, sure, but a complete dork. He always sat across the cafeteria with this little group of friends, ever since the incident at the play occurred - which was something you hadn’t been there for in person, but you heard plenty from your classmates about whatever weird shit went down. But he was happy, so a small part of you was happy.

            You glanced down to to your untouched lunch before you, frowning and pushing it slightly forward as you went searching through your bag to find the math homework you hadn’t finished. You kept sneaking a glance back to Jeremy - who was laughing with Michael over something. Probably some stupid joke, judging by the look Christine shot them from across the table, before returning back to whatever conversation she was having with Jake and Rich. Then there was a soft chuckle from beside you.

            “Why don’t you just talk to him?” You glanced back to Dustin, your best friend who’d been quietly sitting, attention previously caught by whatever tumblr post he had just reblogged.

            You shrugged. “I dunno. He just... he always has Michael around him.”

            “Bullshit. C’mon, [y/n], he’s a Jeremy. There’s always a chance.”

            You absentmindedly touched the inside of your wrist. So maybe there was another reason Jeremy Heere distracted you, aside from the fact he was adorable. At a certain age, a name or multiple names will appear on a person’s body as a sort of... hint to who their soulmates are. When you turned twelve, the name JEREMY appeared on your left wrist in small lettering. By the time you were fifteen, you’d “dated” about two or three different “Jeremy”s in an attempt to find your soulmate - in the end, one was a creep, and the other two were generally pretty nice and didn’t really consider whatever you two did as a “date” almost immediately after learning your name, which was fine. Then your family moved, and you ended up here. Dustin had been your first friend who sat back and explained all the crazy shit that had happened over the year - Jake Dillinger’s house burning down, some weird shit at the play that was pretty fucked up, from what Dustin had told you.

            “You’re thinking about him, aren’t you?” You looked back to Dustin. “I have a couple sources telling me that Jeremy hasn’t gotten a name yet. If you wanna see, then maybe you could ask him out. Maybe it just needs to be... I dunno, set off or something.”

            “Dustin,” you groaned, “what if he does have a name, though?”

            “Only one way to find out.”

            “Dustin-”

            “If he doesn’t, then maybe you should take the chance? If he’s not your soulmate, then it’s cool - that doesn’t mean you two couldn’t date, y’know? Like, yeah, you’re not soulmates, but that doesn’t mean you can’t do anything. Hell, maybe you two would end up as pretty cute friends.”

            You let out a heavy breath, turning to him with a quiet voice, “you said you’d distract Michael?”

            Dustin let out a chuckle. “After seventh period. Don’t be late.”

           So maybe you asked Jeremy to the movies, and by some stroke of luck, he said yes after stammering and glancing back to where Michael would normally be standing before realizing his best friend wasn’t there to nudge him in the right direction. You gave him your number so you two could work out any details later before immediately escaping to your car in an attempt to find a place to even out your rapid heartbeat.

            Eventually, Saturday came and you picked him up at his house, greeting his father politely before Jeremy came barrelling out, speaking in a flurry of words about how he’ll be back later, don’t wait up for him, and then swiftly apologizing to you about the fact that oh my god you talked to his dad who probably said a couple weird things about him, well, at least he was wearing pants before immediately shutting up as he finally focused you.

          “You, uh... you look nice,” he said.

          You smiled, “thanks. You do too. I like your shirt.”

          He swiftly stole a glance at the shirt he was wearing, “APOCALYPSE OF THE DAMNED” written across it in bold lettering with some art from the game, “oh, uh, thanks! Michael got it for me back when the game came out,” he began, before climbing into your car and launching into a story about him and Michael staying up late playing the game.

          You had to admit, it was pretty adorable. He and Michael truly were best friends.

          You weren’t sure what you two ended up buying tickets for, only knowing it was some romcom that Jeremy joked about seeing up until you bought the tickets.

          He stood at the concessions stand next to you as a guy got your popcorn, and he happened to slightly sway into you, bumping his arm against your own, before finally speaking in a quiet voice, “y’know,” he began, “I... actually really want to see this movie.”

          “You like romcoms?”

          His face began to flush as he looked away, “yeah. Kinda”

          “That’s... really adorable.” His face grew redder at your words.

          Over an hour and a half later and you have Jeremy bawling softly next to you - even more-so than you were, honestly. But again, it was adorable because how many guys would actually cry at a movie instead of just playing it off? None that you’ve dated, that’s for sure. He grew quiet minutes after the credits ended, the lights coming up. You stood first, stretching and popping your joints. You two chatted about the movie for a few moments as you started to leave the theater, before Jeremy suddenly grew quieter.

          “That’s a cute watch,” he said as you two began to leave the lobby, “a couple of my friends say they’ve never seen you without it.”

          ... Has he been talking about you? “Yeah.” You toyed with the strap, “it, uh,” you trailed off. Finally, you inhaled deeply, “a friend of mine says you don’t have a name.”

          “... A name?”

          “Like... your soulmate.”

          He slowed beside you, “oh. That. Yeah, I... it... kinda appeared. Recently.”

          Oh shit. “Look, Jeremy, I’m sorry if I kind of forced you to come with me-”

          “No! No, it’s fine, I just- here, wait,” he said, shuffling the nearly empty popcorn bucket and his drink into one arm awkwardly, before pulling at his collar to reveal your name along his collarbone, “I just thought that maybe it was you?” The small smile he had began to falter before he let go of his collar, “just, forget it, sorry, I just thought that maybe it would be you and that maybe I’d meet my soulmate or something.”

          “Fuck, Jeremy-”

          “No, shit, I’m sorry, I kinda threw that on you-”

          “Just... shut up for a moment,” you said as you undid your watch, shoving it into your pocket before holding up your wrist. He studied it for mere moments before his eyes flickered back to your face, brows furrowed as he kept going from your face to your wrist in disbelief that his name is on your wrist like how your name is on his collarbone.

          “Wait-” He stuttered, “you’re my...?”

          “Maybe? I... think? I’m... not really sure.” Oh god it’s awkward.

          “Then... how about we get lunch one day?” He forced a small smile, “I mean, if you want to-”

          You only smiled. Maybe this wouldn’t be awkward. “I’d love to.”

[cosmicfaeriewitch]

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