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
Alright! @notyourglitchbitch @h-haunted (already know who you'll vote) @residentrioters @had33z-prince
Not me having some kinda type... Who shall I tag? I think I wanna tagggggg... @mybugsmybugsmybugs @mexicangela @lunar-years @biscuitboxpink but no pressure!! I just thought it would be fun!
OOC || I feel like Eryn would bite @leaveyoumangled if her hands were free right now. Full on CHOMP
ⓘ You can Bite your Friends.
Eryn's dazed, both from the mental rollercoaster she just went on and the blood loss she's experiencing. She just can't bring herself to care, though. When Phantom mentions a healer, she shakes her head slightly. She swears she can see Lilia shake her head disapprovingly from the stairs.
"...I took away the thing that made him happy, that helped him keep the illusion of the pizzeria up, the illusion of his family. That alone is more pain than could ever be dealt to me. I ruined everything." She giggles a bit. "No matter what it is or what I do, I always manage to mess things up."
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'..."
OUGH HES SUCH A COMPLEX CHARACTER. I LOVE HIM.
Damien’s subtly, melancholically told character arc will never let me go! All these specific climactic changes in his development, they make themselves present in the Darkiplier he is controlling (as much as you can call it control). It just makes so much sense, especially after DAMIEN, and I love how much it makes my heart crackle.
His leader-to-rebel arc.
His pawn-to-prisoner arc.
His peaceful-to-vengeful arc.
His “We’ll go through this together“-to-“We don’t need the others” arc.
His sweet-to-intimidating arc.
His inviting-to-deprecatory arc.
His optimist-to-mysterious-pessimist arc.
His “We can do it”-to-“I am so tired of this” arc.
The way he cares less and so much more at the same time.
The way he is misunderstood.
The remaining constant is his want for justice. His honesty. His will to make things right.
THIS MAN WON’T GIVE ME A BREAK.
“Wilford was in there…”
Your actions have consequences, Captain.
OH MY GOD?? THIS IS SO COOL, I'M SO HAPPY PEOPLE HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN ABOUT MARE AND STILL MAKE ART OF HIM!!!!!! (A WEEK OR SO AGO I POSTED ASKING PEOPLE TO DRAW HIM, MY PRAYERS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED!!) OP @lisathecake YOU ARE SO COOL
HELLO i just remembered tumblr exists
oke im gonna run away now
bobby...
i mean...
bro could have thrown john into the wall with his mind, but instead decided to use the ability to touch him, lmao.
she/they || pfp image credit goes to catcrumb, check their silly stuff out
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