Holy Shit, Tumblr History

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!

Eryn was, in fact, not fine.

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

intrigued

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'..."

"Wha- huh?" Eryn stared at them. She called out the one name she knew, but all four were gone.

"Fritz? What... what the fuck just happened?!" Her heart was pounding. They'd just... vanished. She stood up from her chair, looking frantically at Phantom.

"What?? No, no- They- where did they go?! What did I do?!"

your fault your fault your fault your fault your fault your fault

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'..."

PAPAPOSTING.... IM GOING TO MELT I CANT TAKE THIS

Get warm with papa

(For context this is a male rescue cat who climbed into an incubator full of orphaned kittens and went mine now)

Ho did you just twist the knife?

Why me? Why did it have to be me?

EXCELSIS HAS ME CURLED UP ON MY BED CRYING. I AM IN SHAMBLES. TOBIAS FORGE YOU'VE SOMEHOW MANAGED TO CREATE A COMFORTING YET EMOTIPNALLY WRECKING SONG AT THE SAME TIME

TUMBLR STOP IT PLEASE WTF

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