NEVER BACK DOWN NEVER WHAT?

I can never not make playlists for my OCs. It's like an unspoken law.

Her nightmare

bob doodles because i went and saw thunderbolts for the second time yesterday

Eryn gently pets the cat, staring numbly at her bloody hands. She presses them against her eyes, and she's honestly half tempted to rip them out. She needs to suffer for what she did. Natemare's family was gone. Those four kids were gone, because of her. No amount of pain would ever add up to the pain she caused. She was a horrible person, if she could even be called one. She feels light-headed, and it occurs that she should probably get herself patched up considering she's got many a wound, some bleeding considerably. No. She won't allow that. That's the coward's way out. She looks back up at Phantom, unsteadily pushing herself to her feet, leaning against the bar. She's aware that the souls that were with her upstairs are standing on the staircase, but they aren't her focus right now.

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'..."

yelena my wife

BEST SATURDAY EVER OH MY GODDDDDDDDDD @autisticskeleton-s

OK, SCROLLING THROUGH THIS WHOLE ACCOUNT NOW. I HIT THE JACKPOT OF NATEMARE CONTENT.

Anonymous asked:  We like it cause it’s catchy. Isn’t that why people like songs?

You could say that, sure. Sure, songs can be catchy and have a lasting impact on its listeners. But you can always dig a little deeper into it. Find out what makes it unique. My songs have always been made out of anger. Frustration. Rage. Sadness. But, they’ve always been made to be catchy to the human ear. Why? For two reasons. One: for you to understand at least a bit of what I feel. And two: to lure you straight to me. And considering how many people have fallen for my songs… I’d say I’ve succeeded.

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Eryn looks at him and nods slightly, though it's not really comprehending in her head as to why this was a good thing.

"...you're welcome," she responds after a moment. She hears the hissing of smoke, turning her head to see one of Phantom's Collected. Maybe it's the guilt talking, but she just doesn't want to be healed. She's not exactly thinking straight either, not in the best headspace. Maybe that's partially due to the blood loss. Her shoulder screams with even the slightest of movements, blood drips from her face, her arms are torn to hell and back, and her torso isn't faring too well either.

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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'..."

I cannot WAIT to see all the Void fanart and edits omg