Eryn grabbed Phantom's arm, tugging it and making him look at her.
"You said spirits can't die twice... did you lie? No, no. You didn't. They're fine, right? Tell me. TELL ME YOU WERE TELLING THE TRUTH! TELL ME I DIDN'T KILL THEM!" She yells, before being knocked straight to the ground, head slamming against the bar. It feels like the guilt is a physical entity, wreathing around her as she struggles to push Natemare off of her, her shoulder screaming in protest with the slightest movement. Blood drips into her eyes, and she swipes at her face, trying to clear her vision. Her whole face is bloody, she's sure.
( @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'..."
Happy Earth Day!
I have been saving this since last year. Happy Earth Day everyone.
How could I have not made fanart of THE BOY!! He is back and I am so hype!!
i'm honored Kess, you're super cool :D
hey guys?
thank you. genuinely, thank you for just being here. every time someone interacts with something i've done it makes me smile knowing somebody took the time to notice my bullshit
to the handful of you that are entertaining my dumb ass with RP plots on my sideblog--
y'all are a whole new reason to wake up every day, and as stupid and cringe as it may sound from a random weirdo on the internet, i love you guys
thank you for being around to observe my shenanigans <3
the thing that always gets me ESPECIALLY about autistic representation in media is that we are universally portrayed as happy-go-lucky, whimsical children, completely oblivious to the fact that the world constantly judges and scorns and HATES us.
We notice. I noticed. The reason I am as messed up as I am today is because i spent 20 LONG years in an environment where every day i was subjected to that. To noticing.
what an absolutely neurotypical view of us. Coddling themselves, getting to act like the way they treat us is fine because we don't understand that our peers dont respect us. Why would we? We're so subhuman to them, it's like asking if your cat notices you playfully insulting it.
Every autistic person I've ever met is on some level bitter and angry and TRAUMATIZED at their upbringing. Of having to go through school as the laughing stock, as the weirdo with no friends who no one wants to talk to, as the animal in the corner you can make do cheap tricks so they can experience some Simulacra of what genuine human connection is.
Now tell me, does it sound like I didn't notice?
MY HEART IS BROKEN WHAT
cold frozen heart
"...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'..."
|| 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. đ
I am going to commit Devious Actsâ˘ď¸ with this >:)
Hypothetically theoretically what would the ship name/ship tag for Anti and Phantom be?
ITS A HYPOTHETICAL, I KNOW YOU THREE (TERRI, DIN, KORA) ARE GONNA CALL ME A STRAGGOT BUT ITS A HYPOTHETICAL!!!!!
she/they || pfp image credit goes to catcrumb, check their silly stuff out
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