Listening To This Song Isn't Enough I Need A Cool Outfit And A Dance Partner With A Black And Red Outfit

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'..."

Happy plagueiversary

"...huh?" She managed to get out, looking around for Nightshade. She knows physically, she's in Phantom's bar... but why is her memory different this time? Is Nightshade showing her what might have been if she hadn't shot Natemare?

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'..."

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.

No but to be serious guys i didnt expect that movie to be that kind of good. I expected great fights. I expected complicated morals. I did not expect that movie to say i know everything seems hopeless but you dont get a choice, you have to try. I did not expect that movie to say when we are up against an impossible, unjust threat the only way through is freely given kindness and forgiveness. I did not expext that movie to say the real way villans win is by preying on those we’ve already decided are hopeless. I did not expect that movie to say we all have to believe we can get better. Please believe me we can all get better. Oh my god.

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.

NOW WE HAVE THE FUCKING ELVISVERSE?! 😭😭

how it feels opening tumblr recently

Here’s an animation I started and there’s more to the song but I’m never gonna finish it

The Laughter echoes...👁️‍🗨️ (ignore the fact that I forgot to draw JJ flshdfsdnf)

(Tap for better quality ^^)

This post by the lovely @fictionalsownme inspired me to draw some more angst featuring these two (/three), after the events of WKM.

The dramaturgical potential is huge! They’re outrightly sad characters of tragedy, with a tragic friendship story, and together, they make the saddest of sad tragedy! And I am actively sad about that.

I would’ve loved to see more of their dynamic, so, I guess that’s what fan art is for!