WHAT. THE. FUCK.

Eryn coughs, spitting up blood.

"You fucking lied," she yells, her voice hoarse. "When I thought I was dead, and I was hellbent on finding him, you said spirits couldn't die a second time. YOU LIED. I- I killed them, Phantom! My stupid actions led to their second deaths. They were just kids! They'd already had a horrible death alongside him, and Natemare was caring for them. They were a family. And I killed them. They were probably terrified as their whole home collapsed. They were kids..." she repeats, her voice trembling. She hauls herself into a sitting position, staring at Phantom.

"You should have let him kill me."

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'..."

I LOVE THIS SM YOUR ARTSTYLE IS SO CUTE OP

say hi to bob

(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!

Eryn looks at him and nods slightly, though it's not really comprehending in her head as to why this was a good thing.

"...you're welcome," she responds after a moment. She hears the hissing of smoke, turning her head to see one of Phantom's Collected. Maybe it's the guilt talking, but she just doesn't want to be healed. She's not exactly thinking straight either, not in the best headspace. Maybe that's partially due to the blood loss. Her shoulder screams with even the slightest of movements, blood drips from her face, her arms are torn to hell and back, and her torso isn't faring too well either.

( @the-original-red-devil )

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'..."

I gave in and made a doc with more info about Ashton, will add Eryn's section in later.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1CVUN22CIj2Mdw8CNCyEF-ySCzPWeUqC7TIzvzZq16hk/edit?usp=drivesdk

IT'S THAT TIME OF THE YEAR AGAIN, FOLKS. GET TO VOTING!

Eryn was, in fact, not fine.

HAHAHAHAH

"Hey what day is it gonna be tomorrow?"

Wilford Warfstache:

I had this scheduled for some reason please don't block or unfollow me for being unfunny 🙏🙏

BEST SATURDAY EVER OH MY GODDDDDDDDDD @autisticskeleton-s

I wrote a fanfic (god help me) and put it on ao3 under the handle Acetheaverage8, so if you guys wanna check it out, go ahead. Make sure to read the first one, though: Make No Mistake, I'll Break You Down and the tumblr fic it was based off, "Let's Fix That With A Controlled Shock" by the lovely @th3w00ds

Happy reading!