I Think I'm Gonna Have To Create A Whole Backstory For Eryn, I've Been Tempted Since Last Night So FUCK

TUMBLR STOP IT PLEASE WTF

OH GOD MY ASKS ARE SENDING ALL AT ONCE. OH NO.

Ho did you just twist the knife?

Why me? Why did it have to be me?

I LOVE SEEING DARK/EVIL JACK ART. It's always so cool every time, and I love seeing all the varying designs everybody has for him. Plus, Jack could have joined Pitch. He had good reason to, and if he had listened to Pitch's manipulation in the lair, we could have seen a Dark Jack. It's so interesting to explore that concept. I'd love to see more art of this little goblin!

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'..."

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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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(They're so fucking gay JESUSSSS)

Woah mama

old men yaoi😋✨ (their first interaction)

you aren't going to let it end like this.

even if you have to bite, crawl, scratch, and scream, your way into a kinder better tomorrow.

you aren't going to let it end like this.

grit your teeth. spit out the blood. take the next step.

Suffering from Thunderbolts Disease, a sickness very easily diagnosed because those suffering from the affliction can't do anything unrelated to the Thunderbolts without thinking "God, I wish I was doing something related to the Thunderbolts right now."

He is so very important to me.