#finnagan

[heliosandtheminecraftians]

ᯓ★ Random Sketchdump - Set 1 ᯓ★

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[⋆˚✿˖° I wanted to do a couple of sketches and ended up doing quite a few of OCs I haven't drawn for some time! Especially Moonlight in the upper left!

⋆˚✿˖° I'm happy to see how I've gotten better at drawing some of my kiddos. <3]

[gilded--hearts]

Currently still unable to access my mspfa account so I can’t update division so here’s some more sibling shenanigans with finnigan & co lol

[thatoneawkwardhorse]

Finnagan owns my whole heart right now

[mikhaylaann]

Finn is so comfy. ♥️ but damn does he ever need a bath. 🐾 #finnagan #goldenretriever #myheart #hessocute #dogsofinstagram

[mikhaylaann]

My puppy is home. ♥️🐾 #goldenretriever #purebred #finnagan #dozer #love #dogsofinstagram

[halfbakedsans]

Happy(late) 21st of December!! (2 pics tmrw instead, my sis needed me over today x-x) BUT LOOK WHO’S HERE! Nothing better than reunions during the holidays. And even better with your bodyguards!! Swinks is extremely happy to see @alitzthemurderoushoe and @fjtrickster again~ <3 Have a wonderful night, I stayed up way too late to finish this X”D

[fjtrickster-blog]

Breaking in my colored pencils. This looked better before it was scanned. Oh well. Here’s Finnagan in a mask.

[fjtrickster-blog]

The Only Loop Hole

First of all let me give some context to this. Finnagan is trapped as an experiment in a Laboratory and this place has some serious security and did it’s research so he’s pretty well stuck. His specific tormentor is a pretty insane version of Fresh known as Sci. Due to some injections most of Finnagan’s mind is broken and pretty much brain washed but thanks to some outside help Finnagan has managed to hide a copy of his original personality in a mental hiding spot known as the Diner. In his mind the mind control takes the form of a creature Finnagan calls a “Mind Parasite” which his copy personality has to actively avoid if he steps out of the Diner to take control of his body.

This scene is something that takes place after Sci gets his broken personality, which Finnagan refers to as “Estee”, to make a promise and Finnagan is contemplating the ramifications of this effective disaster.

First of all this RP situation isn’t cannon for Finnagan. I’m just having fun and this prompted my writing. Second of all, if you don’t want to read something really depressing and angst filled stop right here, because Finnagan is pretty much at the end of his rope and he knows it.

           “That’s it. The end. It’s over,” Finnagan groaned hitting his head against the table in the Diner. He should have stepped in and stopped Estee. Tried to change the phrasing. Something ANYTHING, but the damn parasite had been right there! It was pretty much impossible to do a personality switch when Fresh was looking right at him. It had nothing to do with getting caught by Fresh himself. If Finnagan wanted to keep this version of himself alive inside his soul at all he couldn’t go out when Fresh was looking at him due to THAT THING.

           The mind parasite, that mental abomination that had invaded his very essence through those stupid injections, always paid special attention to what Estee said and did when Fresh was looking. Keeping the broken shattered remnants of the majority of what had once been Finnagan, “happy” and “calm” and “cooperative”. It made Finnagan sick to his stomach. He’d been in a lot of bad spots. This wasn’t even his first time playing hide and seek with something trying to control his mind. It was something that could be endured, worked around, overcome with the kind of careless patience only a technical immortal could manage.

           That was the thing though wasn’t it? He wasn’t immortal anymore. He was pretty damn sure of that. He didn’t have access to most of his powers. Any he did have access to were blocked due to the threat of the shock collar (which never mind the pain it was the loss of concentration that would be the problem in most cases). Fresh was also incredibly possessive and kept an almost constant eye on his “favorite toys” way too closely. He wasn’t getting a chance to do much even in those moments when he could move.

           Now on top of everything else, he was stuck with that damn promise.

           “That stupid cat! She must have told him,” Finnagan groaned. He didn’t even have the energy to be mad anymore. He kept his head on the table staring past the edge at his shoes. In his universe, spirits, the magical near godlike immortals that wandered the world practically unnoticed by most humans, had certain rules that bound and dictated what they could and couldn’t do. Much like the conventional laws of physics that applied to physical objects these were laws that could not be easily broken.

           In this case, it was the law of one’s given word. Words held power, a heavy physical weight to them, which spirits could feel. Humans, so much less sensitive to the magic of the world and mostly protected in their ignorance, did not carry the weight of those words they carelessly bantered about. Spirits, beings who had been there when words were first made and used and knew the full extent of their ability, were very much affected and aware. That was why spirits took care of things like names or promises. Nothing could hurt a spirit more than careless words. For all that Finnagan acted the idiot. He in particular watched his words.

           But the mind controlled broken personality that Finnagan had come to call Estee had no such understanding.

           “Obey his words, never argue, remain his toy forever,” Finnagan mumbled repeating the damning conditions again. He had the uncomfortable feeling Fresh had been very careful with his wording there but not perfectly. “Forever” was an impossible thing to accomplish even in magic. It was possibly his only real “out” from this neat little trap.

           He didn’t like the idea at all though.

           He laughed and the laugh sounded lonely broken and slightly insane as it echoed off the walls of the diner. He found it ironic really. The one thing that he’d done so many times before getting trapped as a human. The one thing he’d done so much out of sheer carelessness. The one thing he hadn’t done in almost a year. The one thing he had been trying so hard NOT to do for the past week in this hell hole. The one thing he was sure would help him out now from this predicament. The one thing he felt almost too scared to try.

           He thought about it now and laughed, tears spilling from his eyes as he kept on laughing hard and harder and harder.

           If he wanted out of this he was going to have to die.