HAHAHAHAH

Eryn startled a bit as she was lifted up.

"Sorry! Sorry. I thought this was abandoned. I'd been looking at the history 'n stuff and wanted to explore. I didn't know it was still inhabited. Sorry, sir," she replies, trying to hide the confusion that still lingered as she rubbed the back of her aching head. Wait. Hold on a minute. Though it was hard to see, there was a clock in the back, reading 11:14. That was close to when she arrived. Things slowly started to click together in her head as she recalled the comment made about hitting her head. She'd been unconscious, and none of the things with Phantom and the violent interaction with Natemare hadn't happened. It was one hell of a mindfuck, but it did make sense.

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'..."

Introduction of Natemare, by Shaun

“Hello? Hello… I know you’re there. Are you scared? You shouldn’t be. Just follow the sound of my voice. … That’s it. Good.” 

“You’re almost here. Just keep walking. There you go. Now tell me something. You won’t get tired of my voice… Will you?” 

“Aww… Don’t look so scared. I promise I won’t hurt you. Yet.”

“I wonder how you managed to find this place… It’s a strange thing to want to come here. After all, he did abandon me here. But never told anyone. It makes me wonder how you found me. Maybe curiosity. Maybe ignorance. Maybe because… you heard my voice.”

“It doesn’t matter to me. You’re mine now. So sit back, relax, and stay in your seat. Not like you have a say in the matter. This is sure to be a fun one, I can tell. Oh, and one last thing…”

“Enjoy the Show~”

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OH NT GOD OH MY FOD OH NY GOD. IF WE GET MORE EGO CONTENT IM GONNA SHRIEK

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TUMBLR STOP IT PLEASE WTF

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

IT HAS BEEN DONE, PEOPLE.

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

OUGH HES SUCH A COMPLEX CHARACTER. I LOVE HIM.

Damien’s subtly, melancholically told character arc will never let me go! All these specific climactic changes in his development, they make themselves present in the Darkiplier he is controlling (as much as you can call it control). It just makes so much sense, especially after DAMIEN, and I love how much it makes my heart crackle.

His leader-to-rebel arc.

His pawn-to-prisoner arc.

His peaceful-to-vengeful arc.

His “We’ll go through this together“-to-“We don’t need the others” arc.

His sweet-to-intimidating arc.

His inviting-to-deprecatory arc.

His optimist-to-mysterious-pessimist arc.

His “We can do it”-to-“I am so tired of this” arc.

The way he cares less and so much more at the same time.

The way he is misunderstood.

The remaining constant is his want for justice. His honesty. His will to make things right.

THIS MAN WON’T GIVE ME A BREAK.

CHONNY'S HERE, SCATTER!

this is where ill post quirky, relatable posts about love, life and shame.

just after pigs fly, hell freezes over, and i go to therapy.

OOC || Well, this certainly aged well. Bite the metal blades, more like it.

ⓘ You can Bite your Friends.

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.