Reblog To Remind Prev They're Not A Bother And Their Presence Is Wanted

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The impulsive OC I mentioned in a poll a week or so ago. Her name hasn't come to me yet, but it will eventually.

intrigued

no because it’s really really important to me that in a world where we’re so used to the heroes punching and shooting their way to victory, thunderbolts* went out of its way to show us that the void is still very much a part of bob, and bob is their friend, so they’re going to accept every facet of who he is and give him a soft place to land, even if that means they’ll have to be the ones to pull him back from the darkness every single time. because that’s what friends family will do for each other, no questions asked.

YESYESYESYES THE VOID EDITS AND FANART ARE APPEARING, EATING THEM ALL. MINE NOW

Spotted in the theater building on campus

Diagrams are helpful to me

Listening to this song isn't enough I need a cool outfit and a dance partner with a black and red outfit and a sick ass cane

im not a straggot i swear

I am going to commit Devious Acts™️ with this >:)

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'..."