OOC || I Feel Like Eryn Would Bite @leaveyoumangled If Her Hands Were Free Right Now. Full On CHOMP

does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver

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

My take on a more eldritch Darkiplier.

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awooga eyes pop out of my skull tugs on my collar as steam comes out with a wobbly smile on my face /j (I SWEAR I'M /j) ((maybe))

take a bite and feed, your satisfaction guaranteed.

So, I wrote a Thunderbolts* fanfic if anybody wants to check it out!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65488000

HUH

Antisepticeye turns 10 next year omg....

After multiple Canva crashes, I FINALLY got it. Even then, some lyrics couldn't fit, so I'm posting them as separate images.

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'..."

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in all seriousness i better not see a single gif of that fuckass harry potter show on this hellsite.

don't make them, don't post them, don't reblog them. just don't give free advertising to a millionaire giddy over stripping trans people of their rights.

I'll take that as a yes.

A doodle :3