Eryn Sits Down, Not Saying A Single Word. Her Head Is Killing Her, Almost Like A Migraine Coming On.

OH MY GOD?? THIS IS SO COOL, I'M SO HAPPY PEOPLE HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN ABOUT MARE AND STILL MAKE ART OF HIM!!!!!! (A WEEK OR SO AGO I POSTED ASKING PEOPLE TO DRAW HIM, MY PRAYERS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED!!) OP @lisathecake YOU ARE SO COOL

HELLO i just remembered tumblr exists

oke im gonna run away now

I decided to make Eryn before and after The Horrors™️ using https://picrew.me/ja/image_maker/582810

Couldn't find a single picrew with a messed-up skull option (lame), so just imagine that in the second image, Eryn's head is a bloody, mangled mess. (I've decided that it never stops bleeding, but if it drips onto anything, like a floor, it just dissipates. I love making fucked up characters >:]) ((she also stole that necklace from a shop. Just stole it and dipped. Also, the hair difference: she cut it super messily in an impulsive act of anger but cleaned it up a bit because she liked it.))

Hello? Tf is this, Tumblr? We have a filter for a reason. No need to go all crazy crackdown on us.

( @notyourglitchbitch ngl I giggled a bit but then got miffed, like hoe, why are you censored???)

Hate that woman so much.

YOU hate JK Rowling!

THE WAY I SQUEALED WHEN I SAW THIS, READING IT IN SCHOOL RN @autisticskeleton-s

|| Cackling in my corner >:) (i don't know the context but it's probably gonna be something horrible and it'll be like that one TikTok audio from BoJack Horseman where the guy goes "Whats that? The library thanking you for never returning a book late?" "That was my brother, Tommy. My dad just died." "OH MY GOD."

|| 'Do you want another tattoo'

Ace, that is brutal. 😭

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!

I WILL BITE YOU.

*clicks megaphone*

IT DOES NOT MAKE ME A STRAGGOT FOR WANTING TO DANCE TO THE MASOCHISM TANGO WITH TWO CERTAIN CHARACTERS PLAYED BY MUSICIAN NATHAN SHARP. (DIRECTED AT YOU, @terri-theslime13)

That's all.

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'..."

Ho did you just twist the knife?

Why me? Why did it have to be me?