Eryn Isn't Expecting The Cat To Suddenly Launch Itself At Her, And She Stumbles As She Finds Herself

?! I LITERALLY LOVE THEIR ART WTF, SHRIEKING IN JOY

Song: "Ruler or Everything" by Chonny Jash

THIS VERSE IS SO ERYN-CODED BRO. She's definitely singing the "Now I understand, mechanical hands are the ruler of everything, ruler of everything. You're the ruler of everything in the end..." part.

IM NOT WRONG THO

IM A FREAK AND I LOVE WOMEN AND KISSING WOMEN

Yelena in Thunderbolts*:

And honestly, same.

I can never not make playlists for my OCs. It's like an unspoken law.

THERE'S AN ASK LIMIT??? WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO, PAY FOR MORE?

TUMBLR PLEASE LET ME SEND ASKS

Happy plagueiversary

THERE'S MORE EGOS OUT THERE... I'M GOING ON A MANHUNT. NO RANDOM ENCOUNTERS VIDEO WILL BE SPARED.

NOAH WALKER

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'..."

WHAT. THE. FUCK.

FUCK JKR. FUCK HER.

"I don't like JRK but I still love Harry Potter"

You have blood on your hands

Burn your fucking Harry Potter merch or be burned with it.

I'm fucking livid.