Next up is Finn Blake, our resident final boy, baseball player and resident necromancer!!
I was really worried I made Finn look too old for his age as a 13 to 14 year old, but I decided to just go with it because I already headcannon Finn as really tall so if he looks older I’m really sorry,
But anyway, in this au Finn is a necromancer (and later I’ll have to outline the rules and logics behind this) but after his kidnapping and him killing the Grabber he gained a lot of confidence and self worth.
I headcannon that before the reason why Finn never really stood up for himself was because he was scared and that he felt it was just better to take it than create more trouble as he has seen what standing up to an abuser does (I.e. the scene with Gwen and her dad.) he felt it just wasn’t worth it to get hurt more for being defiant.
And sadly only after his kidnapping, realized that he can’t do that anymore because being complacent in one’s abuse isn’t worth it, that it’s better to be loud and defiant then to just keep taking the punches.
However no matter how confident Finn is now he still has trauma, he never lets any of the ghost boys leave anywhere alone and neither does he, he always manages to keep a baseball bat on his person, and lastly the night terrors.
Finn has nightmares of those dying, he dreams he never left that basement, that Griffin and Robin and all the boys were still dead, he dreams of the Grabber somehow learning about Gwen and killing her. It scared him, it leaves him rushing into one of his siblings rooms to check on them.
And Finn is also the resident shoulder to lean on, he gave the boys life again and saw them at their literal lowest and saw their traumas laid out, the boys trust him a lot. For some it’s easier to come to him but for others it’s harder and Finn knows this because somehow he can always tell.
Overall Finn is a clever, sweet, confident young kid who tries to help the people he cares about.
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Your butterflies idea has got my brain working overtime so as payment I want to share some small ideas:
-the butterflies using their color and wing movement as a sort of code or signal system
-the server being on edge with not being able to tell which butterflies belong to c!dream
-similar idea but with the server witnessing all butterflies seemingly disappearing or a sudden and dramatic increase (both scenarios work with c!dream being imprisoned or escaping)
-the butterflies trying to secretly hang with punz
-the prison and places significant to c!dream being covered in butterflies
-the butterflies having mock eye designs
-c!quackity having to plan on how to not have the butterflies blow his cover
-c!dream’s chat having mixed feelings on ex-friends so there is a mix of avoiding and hindering them in spite or sadly staying close hoping they’ll change their mind
-some of them have designs and attitudes that remind c!dream of long gone attachments
i like a LOT of these ideas, but one in particular kinda stood out...
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"Nah, nah, you keep changin' the subject," Techno said, "I'm not droppin' this until you give me somethin' that at least vaguely resembles an answer. C'mooon."
Technoblade's hooves clacked against the obsidian as he walked around the cell. He seemed a bit energetic that day-- he'd go through periods of exhaustion and stir-craziness at fairly unpredictable intervals. That day was an animated one.
Dream, on the other hand, was feeling absolutely drained. Sat on the floor and partially curled in on himself, he had a hard time keeping up with his roommate's energy. "An answer to what?" he asked.
"To the question I asked, like, 10 minutes ago! You're re-directin' again, see?" His voice took a steadier tone as he repeated it again, "Why does God look like you?"
"I literally don't know what you're talking about."
"Yes you do! Dude, have you looked in a mirror? Ever? Because if you haven't, let me tell ya, it would be a lot like lookin' at God."
Poetic. Dream scoffed.
"You're an idiot."
"I'm perfectly rational and sane," Techno countered.
"No you're not. Techno, I'm not covered in eyes."
The God they saw-- DreamXD-- did, admittedly, look a little bit like Dream. Much of their features were the same. His nose, his brows, his cheekbones, his jawline. The resemblance was there, sure. But what Dream lacked was the multiple eyes that decorated the god. DreamXD had a few small eyes underneath the main ones on his face, a few up his arms, on the back of his neck, and probably plenty more underneath that flowing cloak of his.
Techno's hooves stilled. His eyes scanned up and down Dream's form, and Dream raised a brow at him.
"You used to be," Techno said.
Technoblade remembered planning Doomsday. He remembered spending some extra time with Dream and Philza during their preparations, and he remembered the stark contrasts between his own chat and theirs. Dream and Phil had elegant and airborne chats; Dream's butterflies decorated the cabins, and Phil's crows sang haunting tunes throughout the forest. Technoblade's chat stayed within his head, repetitious and largely unhelpful.
He'd watch the butterflies land on Dream, clinging to the edges of his armor. The eye-like designs they bore on their wings spread across him, blinking as they fluttered. It was surreal to watch.
Now, locked in a box and lucky to see the few butterflies that were able to sneak in, Dream seemed empty.
"I guess I was, huh," Dream mused.
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