#papa finn

[zhindian]

Proud Papa Finn 🥰

[rheaanddamianfan]

What if...?

They move to Nxt and get ALL the gold!

[wylanbsoundcloud]

u walk into cluckeria they look at u like this wyd

[emblazons]

MATT "YOU'VE LOST THE PLOT" DUFFER

or: Matt's absolute inability to hide when he thinks someone isn't understanding something about their character or the show in Beyond Stranger Things

[thehollowwriter]

Warnings: Blood, gore(?), violence, cannibalism

Key: Regular text is for the present, bold is for journal entries/writing, italics is for flashbacks

(Pls reblog and leave a comment ❤)

Lamentations Pt 1

Silas did not start writing immediately. It was only when he was finally given the opportunity to be completely alone that he summoned the pen and paper he planned to pour his life experiences into.

Seated at the desk in his study, he cocked his head to the side and pressed the tip of his pen against the thick waterproof parchment and gnawed at his lip. He felt... unsure. This was... new. An alien experience.

XX/XX/XX

My name is Silas Clearcove.

No. No, that wasn't right. A line went through the sentence.

Hey, I'm Silas. I'm a butcher.

Sea Witch no, that sounded like he was setting up a social media profile. Another line.

I was born in the Abyss, below the Coral Sea.

That didn't work either. This was his life story, and he couldn't think of anything better to start with? ...Well it wasn't like he was writing a book, was he? This was for him, not anyone else.

The Abyss itself has no name. If it did, it is now long forgotten. It is ancient. Far far older than the Coral Sea itself. Some say it was once a powerful nation that boasted magical prowess rivalling that of Briar Valley, though the history around it is too murky to confirm the truth.

Nowadays, the abyss is viewed as the slums of the Coral Sea. The unwanted blemish you desperately want to hide. An endless pit of black promising your end if you just swim down.

I digress. My family resided within the abyss for generations, deemed undesirable and driven out of the Coral Sea, forced into isolation.

It was far from a stable living. Money was difficult to scrape up, and it was far from safe down there, where the desperate and depraved resided. Nonetheless, they survived. And when I was born into one of the worst famines we had ever faced, I had to survive as well.

My memory of those times is blurry and muddled. There are some things that stick to me, clear as day, but they are few and far between.

As far as I recall, much of my childhood was spent watching my family fight for scraps and clash with other mers almost constantly, snatching money from Coral Sea residents and hunting on grounds that most certainly did not belong to them.

There was no time for peace or rest, as ambushes from others looking for fresh dinner were not uncommon. The little caves or holes we squeezed ourselves into were often attacked and raided, and we had to move to find somewhere else to live.

I could never do much but simply observe. I was too small, too frail, too... malnourished.

Silas trembled and pressed himself into a corner, watching the blurry shape of his mother try to coax him into getting up.

He didn't want to. It hurt. He hurt. Inside. Stabbing burning pain raged in the very pit of his stomach and he curled up righter, shaking. He could feel his ribs pressing against his arms. Feel his skin stretched taught over them.

Living in such an environment, I had enough near death experiences by the age of eight to rival that of a soldier in battle, though the only battle I was fighting was that of life.

Too many times had I nearly been eaten. Too many times had I felt teeth sink into my skin and claws rip at my flesh, saw my blood leak into the water.

It was because of this, my malnutrition and various other problems my magic manifested late. We weren't even sure it was possible for me to have it, as the only member of my family who had it was my grandfather.

My magic lay dormant for many years. Hidden. Unnoticeable. I dare say, inconceivable.

Until it made it itself known in a rather violent manner.

Silas felt lightheaded. He could feel his consciousness slipping away, black bordering on the edges of his vision.

His gills flared and fluttered as he thrashed and clawed wildly, bubbles flying from his mouth as he gasped uselessly.

The large frilled shark mer that had him in its grasp did not budge. Horrific teeth far worse than his own clenched tightly around his midriff. It wasn't fatal, not yet. Only his skin was pierced to keep him in place, but blood still flowed into the water in whisps of wine red.

He was too slow. He couldn't get away. His claws, tiny and useless, did nothing. He was so much smaller, so much more skeletal in comparison to the hulking frill shark that clearly suffered no shortage or prey.

'I'm going to die.' Said a little voice in Silas' head. A voice no nine year old should ever hear. 'I'm going to die here. Unless I-'

Silas thrust his hand toward at the snarling maw of the frill shark and a burst of dark purple light forced it release its hold with an ear-splitting cry.

It reared back and covered its face, wailing in pain as near black blood began filtering into the water. The cries and wails, gurgled and wrong, were so horrific Silas felt an icy dread run down his spine.

He watched it swim off, still screaming and crying and leaving a trail of blood in its wake. The sound echoed through the open waters, filling the empty space with the sound of pain far more excruciating than he could ever comprehend.

Silently, he turned to gaze to his trembling hand. Purple magic fizzed around his fingertips.

I still remember what happened when it pulled its hands away in order to swim for cover.

It looked right at me, blood leaking from almost empty eye sockets, mixing with the fluid pouring from its missing lower jaw.

The image was... haunting. Forever burned into my psyche. Even nowadays I still get flashes of that gruesome scene.

It was quite a shock to my family when I returned home with magic flowing freely through my veins that day. It was wild and difficult to control, bursting out of me in a vicious flash whenever my emotions became too intense.

My grandfather, however, was delighted. He was happy to have someone to pass his knowledge on to, someone around to learn the old spells collecting dust in his own mind

I learned many things from him. Wise and skilled at his age, he taught me spells that ranged from simple and efficient to powerful to horrific. He taught me just what sigils to draw, what words to chant, what images to imagine.

I learned the very essence of the deepest depths of the ocean, the coiling lurking darkness that resides within. It is old, and it is powerful.

If it weren't for those spells, both the mundane and the twisted, I doubt I would be alive today.

Magic was not the only thing my grandfather taught me. He, alongside my grandpapa, enlightened me to the art of the hunt. A silent, elegant dance that tested your wits and your skill. In doing so, I learned how to stalk, how to fight, how to prepare fresh meat and so much more.

I love them dearly and I miss them every day. They made me what I am today, and for that I am eternally grateful. If you were to ask me who my parents were, their image would be the first thing to come to mind.

There-

The sudden sound of knocking on his door made Silas pause and take a moment to look at what he had written. There was far more than he ever intended, in fact he expected to only get a few paragraphs in.

He couldn't deny that, although his heart was beating like an aggravated drum in his chest from the memories, he felt... lighter. Better.

Sighing, Silas put his pen down and carefully put the large piece of parchment under a stack of balancing sheets.

"Coming, coming!" He called, deep voice reverberating off the coral walls of his study.

He would continue tomorrow.

......................................

Guide: Previous Next

A/N: And into the nitty gritty we go! I hope you guys enjoyed the Papa Clearcove tidbits, there's even more to come

Tagging: @distant-velleity @krenenbaker @theleechyskrunkly @kitwasnothere @cynthinesia @elysia-nsimp @officialdaydreamer00 @whspermy-name @jaylleoo14

[mrwhatzit]

he's using computer time wisely

I didn't plan on drawing this but here we are

[demongemz]

“Just like that? Not only does Donna run the show, but you dismissed Will as if he wasn’t the only person in this house who cared about you?!” Carlos was upset even more so when he heard how he’d treated Gideon, he felt protective over the other, and well he wasn’t going to stand there and clap Donna on the back for killing someone who didn’t need to die. “You stand there and say she is so important to your plan of revenge but can’t you see she’s just played your ace? If you allow her free reign like this she’ll kill everyone in this house and guess what Parker will one day kill himself because what’s the point of him keeping up with this show when everyone he loves is dead? I know love is a rather strange concept for you but it's strong and used better when that person is still living!” @lcvenderhcze

[wellensittich01]

This man knows his audience 😭

[courtesanofdeath]

"I have this nightmare every now and then, where a black suit of armor attacks me. The doctor said it could be trauma from the accident or whatever."

[txrtxglix-lvver]

Ngl I feel bad for my brother bcuz I'm my papa's favorite and like it's so obvious it's not cool

I'm either overloved or underloved and both ways feel like shit

[xtinyslip]

matt hadn't wanted to be late on his first day working under phineas pederson. finn had put him up for this job which he imagined would already look great to his father. not. sure, he agreed to spy on phineas ; he'd agreed to whatever finn had said just to get the name of his brother's killer. did it mean he had ANY intention of following through? not if he could help it. his brother was dead, kara was nowhere to be found and even if she was? matt would have fought her till the end to make sure the kids were nowhere near her. it hadn't been what his brother wanted and so… his brothers kids had been signed over to him. it wasn't that he was bad with kids but he was trying to recover from a gun shoot wound to the chest, struggling with his drug addiction, returning to work and now he had a one year old and an eight year old he was responsible for. HE HAD NO IDEA WHAT HE WAS DOING. "i'm so sorry --" genuine when he saw phineas approaching. "she's supposed to be in the day care here but they had to delay opening --" this didn't look good, did it? baby angie on his hip, her bag over his shoulder as he offered a sincere, apologetic smile to him. "i needed to make sure she got to day care safely. it should be any minute and i'll be right with you to complete rounds." fuck. @fcdcdmcmories

[zhindian]

Finn why are you wearing that beanie/stocking cap? 🤣

Papa Finn all trying to apply eye drops for Dom 🥰

Rhea being a proper Domme and all being concerned over Dom 🥰

Dom: “Mami it burns!” 😭

Damien: “Something else can burn worst" Damien sir stop! 🤣

[fclearcove]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers 🤍🖤

Well... unexpected. I suppose those five things for me would be painting, the quiet, hedgehogs, music, and flying.

[wylanbsoundcloud]

Updated the flipdeck and design for my PL FC!

Some other information:

He works at the Cluckeria

He lives with his Uncle; his parents died when he was little

Finn has a southern accent

Loves to listen to heavy metal as well as country music

His best friend is Wylan B (is this a surprise to anyone?)

[littlemoneytoes]

How would anyone act if someone tried to steal the animatronics food? Would they get overprotective of it or let it go?

well, anon I can happily answer that question by giving you everyone's reaction from being overprotective to just being chill with it :D #1. Goldie: is very overprotective with his food and will chase you for stealing his food ( now with the try well it won't end pretty he will bite and claw ya for trying to steal his food) 2. Finn: like Goldie, he is very protective over his food but he won't do anything about it ( due to the abuse back at Silly Pete's Pizza and Games pizzeria), and just go get another one or go hungry since he doesn't want to cause drama for anyone 3. Foxy: now he is very super protective over his food ( due to his hot short temper) he doesn't take kindly to food thieves ( he had dealt with Goldie stealing pizza before Goldie stopped trying to take over the pizzeria, which Foxy is glad Goldie stopped trying) 4. Shadow Freddy: like Foxy and Goldie, he won't be nice or kind ( which he is just pure evil of course) so he would show no mercy to the person who tries to steal his food 5. Pete: would just brush you off after giving you an insult of stealing food from animatronics 6. Mangle: would catch you before you get the chance to escape with their food and be stuck till Mike or Henry come in and have to rescue you after a long scolding lecture 7. toy Bonnie: would call you lame and just himself something else to eat 8. toy chica: will chase you and will forget why she is chasing you but will offer to share her food with you afterward 9. Dottie: like Pete and Finn, she would call you rude and mean before just go get some food or go hungry 10. Bonnie: wouldn't say a word and just get some more food and keep a close eye on it next time 11. toy Freddy: won't say a word and just let you steal from him 12. Mari: will just be chill due to if she is still sleepy from waking up 13. Chica: she just be chill about it and give you a few extra to take with you ( to make sure if you are eating plenty since she had seen kids and adults along with teens steal food to survive or something going on at home so she would make extra for everyone like a good big sis would do but if you steal other people's food right in front of her, it gets ugly and you better run) 14. P.B shadow Freddy: will be chill and after catching you, and give you a lesson learned lecture of why it is based to steal ( he had this chat when he first met Goldie same goes with Finn, Pete, and Dottie, and sometimes toy Freddy too) and offer you to make cookies or any bake goods you all have in mind to take home with you

[thehollowwriter]

Summary: A fic starring Silas, Finn's dad, in which he transcribes his life experiences because otherwise he'll probably just overblot.(this is a lore dump disguised as a story and an attempt at a new writing style tbh)

Warnings: I don't know how therapy works don't take this as an accurate depiction

Key: Regular text is for the present, italics is for flashbacks, bold is for journal entries

(Pls reblog and leave a comment ❤)

Lamentations Pt 0 (Prologue)

"Silas, if I may, have you ever told anyone about your experiences?"

The simple question was suspended in silence for a long moment. It was heavy and looming. Threatening

Silas Clearcove studied the calm face of his therapist for a long time. Trying to detect some sign of a joke or trick. There was none.

"No."

His response was short and sharp. Not entirely unfriendly, not exactly a warning either.

Dr Koi tapped their pen against their lips and straightened their glasses.

"Have you written it down, then? Drawn it? Told it to a seashell? I hear the young ones like doing that these days."

"No," Silas repeated, voice wavering. "No ear nor page nor... seashell apart from your own has been privy to my life. Life happens and I continue on. I try not to dwell."

Dr Koi peered at him with a pair of piercing bright green eyes. Intense. Glaring.

"Silas, it's not healthy to keep everything inside. You may consciously not think of it, but it will rot inside your subconscious and eat away at you until there's nothing left."

They gave him a soft, gentle smile. "As always, you're not obligated to do it, but I would like you to start writing down some of your experiences. It doesn't have to be anything major, just how your day went or something that annoyed you. Even if it isn't negative, it's good to write out your feelings."

Silas didn't answer at first. He continued to stare, amethyst eyes shining with something unrecognizable. His tail, dark purple in hue, coiled underneath him and bunched up tight defensively.

"May I... write about... what I've told you?" He asked, his deep voice coming out in a hoarse whisper.

"Of course you can." Dr Koi said sweetly. "If it brings you too much stress to write down, don't force yourself, okay?"

Silas' long purple hair twisted in the water as he nodded and his clawed hand came up to paw at his thick beard.

"I'll... give it a shot. Thank you, doctor."

......................................

Guide: Next

A/N: This was a very short introductory, but I hope it was alright nonetheless. I really struggled with the opening. This is originally meant to be one fic so sorry if chapter endings seem... odd.

Tagging: @krenenbaker @distant-velleity @cynthinesia @theleechyskrunkly @kitwasnothere @officialdaydreamer00 @elysia-nsimp @twisted-wonderland-but-gayer @whspermy-name @jaylleoo14 @cyanide-latte @boopshoops @casp1an-sea

@am0nline

@ramshacklerumble