#wroef molly

[zer0cyanz]

Happy Birthday Molly Finch !! ^^ 🥳

11/12/1937

I have many thoughts about her but my mind is very tired, so no quippy thoughts this time. However, 87 is a fine age and I bet Molly would have been a fun older lady. She just gives off those vibes 🤗

[biggestboxcasestan]

One of my hyperfixations from LITERALLY 2012 SO WHEN I WAS SIX has returned. I love the unfinished Swan and now what remains of Edith finch

Anyway have a playlist for a character I vividly remember hating back then but who’s my favorite now :3

[jamieontheroof]

Random things I noticed while playing What Remains Of Edith Finch

There was a poster of the cannery that Lewis worked at on the boat.

2. Edith Jr wears what appears to be an engagement on a necklace. Whether this is her ring or her mothers is not mentioned.

3. At the start of the game, Milton's missing posters are EVERYWHERE. There is even a giant pile of them in a nearby lake.

4. The dragon slide that crushed and killed Sven is still outside.

5. As you walk toward the house, the music gets louder.

6. The swing that Calvin flew off decades ago is still looped around the branch.

7. There was a spare peep hole in the garage that didn't have any names or dates on it.

8. At multiple points throughout the game you can hear a train in the background, despite the fact that the train tracks are clearly destroyed.

9. There are multiple pots throughout the Finch house that looks like they have eyes.

10. One of the books the Finches possessed was 'King in Yellow', a book known for making anyone who read it insane.

11. The house sounds alive, or like there are people constantly moving around it.

12. Walters bedroom is painted with both ocean and train designs. One of the paintings is the old house that Odin tried to bring to America.

13. There are drag marks on the ground of Walters bedroom (most likely made when his drawers were taken out of his room.)

14. The entrance to the tunnels is hidden by a book called 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, a classic sci-fi story about a sea monster.

15. Molly's room is filled entirely with animal books.

16. There is a jelly fish on Molly's bed (possible connection to the monster??).

17. Molly has a chalkboard in her bedroom where she is a princess in an underwater castle and Sven is about to get attacked by a sea monster (slightly resembling the dragon slide).

18. As shark!Molly starts falling down the cliff, she passes a road where headlights are briefly scene.

19. When the monster gets back to Molly's room, the window that cat!Molly jumped through is still open.

20. There are still Christmas decorations in Molly's room.

21. The curse is 500 years old. That is a lot of dead people.

22. In Odin's viewfinder, it states "His [Odin's] daughter, Edie, is already dreaming of new Finch house" showing that even though her own father died not even a week ago, Edie has already moved on.

23. The house is filled head to toe with books about death, including two that Odin wrote.

24. Sven's shrine does not have a log painting like the rest of the family. His portrait is painted on a simple canvas.

25. Edie has a number of strange tapes in her room including one titled "conspiracy now".

26. The toys from Gregory's final bath are still in the bathroom.

27. There is an old bottle of alcohol in the bathroom bin.

28. A lot of Sam's photos are based on Calvin (a swing, astronauts).

29. All of Milton's drawings are based on the death. (Molly = cat, Barbara = pumpkin)

30. There are cigarettes and gin on Sam's side of the room he shared with Calvin.

31. Calvin already had bruises, Band-Aids and a cast on his leg when he died.

32. Sam blames himself for challenging Calvin.

33. In the story, Calvin doesn't fall. He keeps flying.

34. Barbara's birthday cake is still in her room.

35. Barbara is holding crutches in her portrait.

36. There are totem-esc styles statues of both Calvin and Molly

37. Barbara's outfit is over the railing.

This is the same way the Hook-Man falls

38. "Performance of her life" can also mean that it is the performance she is known for.

39. There are spare portrait logs in the basement.

40. There is a fake window in the basement.

41. Edie's grave is finished despite her dying and then nobody else going to the house.

42. There is no grave for Milton.

43. Lewis' grave has a crown on it.

44. There are times wear it seems like you can hear sobbing (this one may just be me).

45. There is a box of Kay's old stuff in Sam's bedroom.

46. Odin has a park named after him.

47. This isn't a fact but I think this may be one of the funniest photos of the game (LIKE SIR? YOUR DAUGHTER IS SOBBING!).

48. Both Calvin and Dawn are on Sam's shrine.

49. Gus has a skateboard over his name.

50. Gregory has the soap bottle from his final bath in his shrine.

51. The music cuts out when Gregory isn't moving.

52. Same also blames himself for Gregory.

53. Gus never met his step mother.

54. Gus was crushed by the (totem) statues of his deceased relatives.

55. Dawn's light switch is the only one on

56. Most of the rules are about past deaths. (No playing outside without permission : Calvin, No answering door for strangers : Barbara, No messes after dark : Molly (???)).

57. Milton's garden has a castle (reference to the Unfinished Swan)

58. There is a small Sanjay shrine in the classroom

59. Edith JR did an assignment on her family history.

60. Lewis drew on his desk.

61. There is no death date for Milton on his peephole.

62. Edith JR wrote Milton's death date as 2003 (the year he disappeared).

63. The door from the flip book is in Milton's room.

64. Lewis' dream Palace is decorated with fish.

65. The gnomes scattered around the house are outside the original house in Edie's story.

66. The credits roll in reverse order.

AND THAT'S IT!! I had a few others I thought didn't need to go in.

[crittercisms]

while i’m thinking about it i’ll post these sketches

the world just wasn’t ready for these two icons so god had to take them out

[darkcostco]

The water in what remains if Edith Finch actually represents isolation and loss and in this essay I will

[mrsllyziy]

omg themm

#silly

[just-call-mefr1es]

hapipi bibirbday sven finch>_< i can NOT draw beards

i like to think he was a good dad, idk. srry if the beard lookk shit 💔💔 i tried lol

[lyneydamagikman]

Happy Birthday Molly! :3 Girlypop is almost 90!

[hannahhook7744]

So was anyone gonna tell me the song we hear when Molly is a monster was 'What Shall We Do With A Drunken Sailor' or was I supposed to find that out myself via a Loey Lane stream?

[thewritersofdeceased]

The Stories From The Finches Theirselves

Chapter 1 : Starting From The Very Beginning.

She said to never come here. She didn’t want him here, that’s something the thirteen year old remembered how in the journal he’d been given at the age of seven. Even if it was more difficult to read whilst he was staying with someone he knew. Though Christopher Finch, the only alive known member of the Finch household went against his deceased mothers wishes. In his hand tightly was a key, and in the other was a journal. He had snuck off from the orphanage he remained in, having a backpack with clothes, a blanket, snacks and a couple bucks. In his right front pocket was a small pocket knife. Of course. He wouldn’t go walking the streets without some sort of weapon. A tired sigh escaped the boy as he soon began making his way towards what seemed to be an opening. Just amongst the trees, a building stood tall in the distance. A home. A place where people would feel safe. But based on his mothers stories? Maybe they didn’t feel safe at all being here. The rooms were closed, sealed shut with peepholes there. Screw it. Christopher took a breath in as he began to walk towards the house. The house that was thousands of feet above the sea that the thirteen year old could see. It was a long driveway, he took note of that. There was still mail in the mailbox as he noticed the house. This was HUGE! And that was coming from the kid himself.

“Jesus… is this where mom stayed?” He questioned aloud as he opened the mailbox. Most of these letters were from years ago, 2010. Hell, he didn’t know what day or whatever, but he did know that was a while ago. From 2017, when he was born, to now, 2030, he was only thirteen. And here the kid was, having hopped over a chain-linked fence, to go and find out his mothers stories and see if what she told him in that journal was real. Sure, he didn’t really know what had gone on in the house, but now it was his time to! To see what happened to the greater members of his family! As he pushed the gate and walked, there were two different ways. One to the left, one to the right.The right looked like there was less walking, more scenery. But either way, they both ended up going to the same place. The house. To Christopher, it was a gorgeous place. But he had to get here one way or another. A soft sigh escaped him as he walked amongst the forest, the atmosphere calming. He wondered how many times his great uncles would come out and try playing in the woods of any sort, seeing whatever animals they could see. His great-aunts, Barbara and Molly, seemed to be busy of some sort. He never got to meet them. Nor did his mother. That would change. At least Christopher thought. He let out a sigh as where a make-shift garage was in his sight. A truck was still there. An old truck that looked rundown. 

He wondered if the truck was supposed to be there. But it wasn’t exactly in his business to know, he couldn’t drive. “This place is ginormous..” He whispered under his breath as he looked towards the large house. It wasn’t broken, no, but it seemed decent looking from afar. So as Christopher stood a bit away from the steps, he took in a breath. This was all serious. He had to find out the truth himself. If his mother had, so can he! Just maybe, at least. Christopher looked around, his eyes landing on a pond just a little walk away from the house, mostly towards the right of it. He raised a brow in confusion, beginning to make his way over to it. In the water, there was what looked like a dragon. A fake dragon, but still. It looked like it was supposed to be a slide of some sort. A slide…? It had to have been built by whoever decided to build this house from the ground up. The thirteen year old hadn’t an idea in his head on who that was just yet. Searching his pockets, he took out the key that was left in his will, at least far as he remembered. “This has to go to the front… right?” His head tilted slightly as he looked towards the house once more, his expression remaining calm through his dark brown eyes. This was going to be one hell of an adventure. Making sure he didn’t fall into the water near the pond, he began to make his way towards the front door of the house, humming softly whatever tune he could overhear in his head. 

The wooden stairs below creaked as Christopher walked up to them, a hum escaping him as he looked up at the large exterior of the building. “Gotta do this. Gotta learn the stories.” He mumbled to himself as he tried the front door. Nothing. He raised his brow slightly, rather confused at the fact it didn’t work. “Hello?” He mumbled out, trying the key again. “Is this not the key to the front door?” He questioned aloud, talking to nobody in particular. Just to himself, so he thought. A deep sigh escaped as he leaned his head back in complaint. “Reaallllyyyy?? What other doors are there that this could unlock!?” He practically shouted, but it only echoed from where he stood. Until slowly, his attention went towards the side of the house. A garage. Garages have side doors. That was it! A small laugh escaped the dark brunette, almost redhead, as he began to make his way towards the garage. There had to be a side entrance, of course there had to be. As he made his way around, he took note of a hole in the gate. A confused look appeared as he eventually jogged over, standing on his tippy toes to see through the hole. There was a swing, well, was a swing. The swing was wrapped all the way around a tree. Had someone done the impossible trick? The trick of going all the way around the top of the swingset? Maybe that was it! It certainly appeared that way to Christopher. “Jesus… I hope they’re okay. That certainly can’t be safe…” He mumbled.

Taking a couple steps back towards the garage door once more, he stood in front of the side door, holding the key in his hands again. “Let’s hope you work now.” He mumbled under his breath as he began to try and use the key on the side door. Nothing. Again. “Really? Nothing!?” He shouted again, but he tried to figure out an idea. Looking down to his feet, god damn it. “I have to crawl…?” He mumbled, carefully going onto his knees. He’d be able to climb through the cat door, so long as he watched his head and knees. Letting out a groan of complaint, Christopher began to carefully climb through the cat door, eventually landing on his elbows and knees inside the garage. A soft “umph!” escaped him upon doing so, allowing him to finally stand up and look around the garage. “Woah…” The garage looked like your average garage. There was a car covered under a blue tarp, a couple of bikes hung up, even a little pool to the right just by the bikes! That was something he took notice of as he looked through the garage. The door was partially open, separating the house from the garage as he hummed in acknowledgment to his own thoughts. “Alright, Chris. Gotta’ get through this without crying once.” He spoke to himself as he pulled open the door. 

In his view was the kitchen. A bit messy, but when were kitchens not messy? He looked around, trying to decipher what had happened without reading his mothers journal. Of course, he had that for a reason, but it was more so he could read his family's history. A soft sigh escaped him as he looked around. The canary. That was where Uncle Lewis had worked, he remembered that when he had scanned through the journal upon getting that. It was said in the earlier pages that the cannery’s tuna was usually brought in order to take care of the cat, who remembered the name being Molly. Funny… he had a great, great aunt named Molly.. Or was it three greats? He didn’t know. It’d been a while since he read the journal his mother gave him. The house was a mess as far as the boy could see, walking around and looking through whatever could be seen. In the journal, he remembered only one place that would deliver to the Finch Household. It was a chinese place, he remembered his mother mentioning it, but he didn’t know the exact place. Besides the fact that a ton of empty tuna cans and empty chinese deliveries were now in the garbage. Maybe he could fix this place up. Make it so he and his buddies, if he made any, could maybe stay here. He’d explain the story. At least what he could remember. 

A small sigh escaped the brunette as he continued to walk around the lower floor of the building, looking around at everything. Packages with those pink peanuts all over the floor near the front door, the photos that lingered in the small hallway, the closed up library his mother mentioned with yet another peephole engraved in it, a bunch of things. The bottom floor was always so much more calming than the floors that began to build higher and higher in the house. Sure, the inside of the mansion-like home didn’t appear to be as huge as the outside, but it was still such a nice house. A house with a ton of different stories to it. The living room led to the outdoors, at least it had a gorgeous view of the outdoors. Christopher thought so, at least. But reading the journal and remembering the story of his great-great uncles hurt. Calvin and Gus’s stories hurt. As he walked through the tiny hallway, he paused right in front of the music box. “Sven made thi for..” He was trying to remember as a small sigh escaped him, himself pinching the bridge of his nose. “..Barbara?” He tried to remember, beginning to unwind the music box. He was right, as a figure of Barbara had begun to spin, and Bigfoot remained in the background. Of course. Barbara was the child star of the Finch family. Christopher remembered that. 

Who didn’t? Barbara was well known for her scream at a young age, but knowing she died young, not even in her twenties, was painful for Christopher to remember reading. Don’t get him starting on Gregory. Gregory’s story shattered his heart when he first read through it. As his mind wandered on and on, the music from the music box played with a relaxing sort of instrumental. He enjoyed it as he began to make his way up the stairs. He looked towards his left. Three doors, sealed shut. Though, that was from the stairs. Facing the hallway and still to the left was another room and a staircase. Down the hallway, Great-Grandfather Sam and Great-Grandfather Calvin’s room was to the left, sealed up. The blue and orange split in the door contrasted one another. How Calvin always wanted to fly, and Sam in the army. The door in the middle was the bathroom, and Christopher believed he knew what happened there. Then to the right, was Great-Great Grandmother Edie’s room. “So Grandma Dawn closed up all of the rooms… but Great-Great Grandmother Edie installed peepholes?” He questioned aloud to nobody in particular. Letting a hum escape him, he began to make his way to the opposite side of the hallway. To the left was Molly’s room, yet another room closed off and sealed from the viewing eye. All besides that peephole. To the right, far as Christopher remembered, had been Walter’s room. Yet it was open? Holding a confused look, he entered the room, looking at the wall with a raised brow. He liked the aquatic theme of it. As he looked around, what caught his eyes was a book? A book with a lock on it. Going to stand in front of it, he looked at the book, keeping his look of confusion. Searching inside his pocket for the key he carried with him through the house, he unlocked the book. “This is weird… But, that’s what our families known for.” He murmured aloud as he opened the book. What surprised him was a latch. “Why the hell-?” He continued to speak to himself, pulling the latch up. It led to a room? A hidden room, he’d think. Pulling himself up and crouching in order to not hit his head, the boy began to sneak through, looking around. “Milton” was signed under a couple drawings. Uncle Milton, he believed. He saw his uncle’s… memoir by his mothers grave. But there was no date of death. Just his birth year. Strange, he thought as he continued on his journey.

[angrydreamertaco]

actually crying right now

8:42

Here are some picture I took of things I noticed

[zer0cyanz]

Happy Birthday Molly Finch!!^^ 🥳✨😋

11/12/1937

If my math is right (which ofc it is ;)) you would have been 89 years old today😦

Time flies by quick, doesn’t it? :’)

[biggestboxcasestan]

What remains of Edith finch mixed with an object show :0

Ink brushs design is kinda inspired by watercolor brush who belongs to @chaotickit (tagging their main cause it’s not fan art for the blog)

[crittercisms]

still not finished but wroef family tree. genuinely hard to take a single photo to capture everything!!

closer ups of the finished ones vvv

[stxrry-dxys]

replaying what remains of edith finch and all i can think about is molly finch laying weak and dying in her bed, softly singing “it came upon a midnight clear” in her final moments.