RUN JACKIE RUUUUUUN

This right here. Don't infantilize him, please.

I want to talk about Bob.

I want to talk about Bob and how fandom treats characters with mental illnesses, because I’m already seeing this shit.

Spoilers below the cut.

His arc is so good, and yet some people are really just focusing on making him into “UwU babygirl” material. I know, this is tumblr, home of the babygirlified characters.

But there’s heavier context here. We’re talking about someone who survived an abusive childhood and overcame the addiction he used to self-medicate for a wildly unrepresented/stigmatized illness.

His memory loss is not cute. It’s traumatic. He’s traumatized.

Yes, it’s important that he absolutely can be seen as a love interest, as a favorite blorbo, as a comfort character. In fact, I think he will be for many people with mental illnesses. His story resonates.

But there’s a systemic, historic pattern of treating mentally ill folks as children, or incapable.

The situation with Valentina is a metaphor for conservatorship. She handles him, makes decisions for him, all while talking down to him.

Don’t let fandom do that to him, too.

OH MY GODDDDDDD LETS GOOOOO

THE WAY I SQUEALED WHEN I SAW THIS, READING IT IN SCHOOL RN @autisticskeleton-s

REAL

I'm still not used to Anti being like a threat?? a thing to worry about??? He was so goofy back in the day. What do you MEAN he's capable of causing trauma. He's too silly for that. He probably doesn't even know murder's illegal and you're accusing him of harming others. You're speaking in tongues. Anyways here's a little doodle whilst I eagerly await his return.

Eryn's dazed, both from the mental rollercoaster she just went on and the blood loss she's experiencing. She just can't bring herself to care, though. When Phantom mentions a healer, she shakes her head slightly. She swears she can see Lilia shake her head disapprovingly from the stairs.

"...I took away the thing that made him happy, that helped him keep the illusion of the pizzeria up, the illusion of his family. That alone is more pain than could ever be dealt to me. I ruined everything." She giggles a bit. "No matter what it is or what I do, I always manage to mess things up."

Eryn doesn't know how long she sleeps for, but she finds herself slowly stirring a while later. She keeps her eyes closed, rolling over and hoping to go back to sleep.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

It may have been 3am, but that didn't mean Eryn's guard was any less vigilant, standing stock-still just a few feet away, sword still in her hand. In the time the teen had slept, several more souls had come into the room, all of them with the same palpable tension as Callithie, though none of them had chosen to arm themselves. The only light came from Tobias now, softly glowing through the darkness, the flickering, shimmering quality of his flames making the light dance. Tap. Tap. Tap. Every single soul tensed, straightening slightly - in one case sitting up from where they'd been half-laying in the curve of an aerial hoop - looking around for the source. Callithie raised her blade a little higher. "...if shit hits the fan, protect the kid," murmured a soft, southern-accented voice. Lilia shifted slightly, pulling blonde curls up into a more combat-ready ponytail. "None of us can die... she 'ain't so safe from whatever's comin'..."

THE WAY I SQUEALED WHEN I SAW THIS, READING IT IN SCHOOL RN @autisticskeleton-s

WHAT THE HELL THIS IS SO COOL???? I LOVE ELDRITCH DARK, YOU DID HIM PERFECT

My take on a more eldritch Darkiplier.

(click for better quality)

intrigued

MY HEART IS BROKEN WHAT

cold frozen heart

Eryn sits down, not saying a single word. Her head is killing her, almost like a migraine coming on. She looks at the four kids and Natemare nervously, and she bites the inside of her cheek hard enough for it to start bleeding.

Not even close to a portion of what they went through or what you did to Natemare.

The words echo through her head, but she shoves that voice those thoughts away. What the fuck is going on with her? She'll listen to and go along with whatever they have to say or do, and she won't say a single word or make a single move. Its their turn.

Eryn doesn't know how long she sleeps for, but she finds herself slowly stirring a while later. She keeps her eyes closed, rolling over and hoping to go back to sleep.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

It may have been 3am, but that didn't mean Eryn's guard was any less vigilant, standing stock-still just a few feet away, sword still in her hand. In the time the teen had slept, several more souls had come into the room, all of them with the same palpable tension as Callithie, though none of them had chosen to arm themselves. The only light came from Tobias now, softly glowing through the darkness, the flickering, shimmering quality of his flames making the light dance. Tap. Tap. Tap. Every single soul tensed, straightening slightly - in one case sitting up from where they'd been half-laying in the curve of an aerial hoop - looking around for the source. Callithie raised her blade a little higher. "...if shit hits the fan, protect the kid," murmured a soft, southern-accented voice. Lilia shifted slightly, pulling blonde curls up into a more combat-ready ponytail. "None of us can die... she 'ain't so safe from whatever's comin'..."

OH YN GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOF OHHH SWEET GOD IT HAPPENED OH MY GOD