She Nodded. Out Of The Corner Of Her Eye, She Noticed The Flickering, And It Worried Her.

GIGGLING THIS IS SO REAL

If mentally unstable why pookie shaped?

I'M HYPERFIXATED ON A CHARACTER SO OBSCURE I'VE READ EVERY FANFIC ON AO3 (THAT ISN'T FREAKY), SEEN ALL THE FANART HERE ON TUMBLR AND EVERY TIKTOK. I THINK I'M GOING TO WRITE A FANFIC MYSELF BECAUSE THERE'S NOTHING ELSE. ARTISTS OF THIS APP PLEASE DRAW NATEMARE I'M DESPERATE FOR CONTENT.

you aren't going to let it end like this.

even if you have to bite, crawl, scratch, and scream, your way into a kinder better tomorrow.

you aren't going to let it end like this.

grit your teeth. spit out the blood. take the next step.

in all seriousness i better not see a single gif of that fuckass harry potter show on this hellsite.

don't make them, don't post them, don't reblog them. just don't give free advertising to a millionaire giddy over stripping trans people of their rights.

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'..."

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)

intrigued

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Devoted Soul

This Dark has history with a particular Phantom (@the-original-red-devil). And sometimes history comes back to haunt us. -=-=-=-

The shadows curled in closer, darkening their surroundings as the demon leaned in towards his victim, half-tangled in dark threads and twitching like a fly in spiderweb, already bloodied and beaten. Clawed fingertips scraped over the prisoner's scalp, curled around a fistful of vibrantly purple hair, and yanked their head back, bending their neck to an awkward, almost painful angle. "Stubborn." Dark mused, studying the flashes of defiance playing like sheet lightning across stormy blue-grey irises. He tugged a little harder on their hair, watching the way their lip curled in response - anger and pain warring across their pale face. "All this would be over if you'd just give me an answer. I know you're one of his. Loxeio's precious Collected..." He let go of their hair, and watched them slump forwards again, either too tired to keep their head up, or simply not caring enough to keep an eye on him. The demon paused, straightening his tie, glowering down at the stubbornly silent soul. "Three souls in one. Trapped in a mortal skin, with two pathetic little worms that don't know when to shut up. I need a soul demon. Unfortunately, the only one I can think of with enough power to remedy this mess is him." His claws caught under their jaw, digging in either side. Shimmers of red, just slightly too iridescent to be the blood of a regular human, trickled down from where the skin tore under the pressure he was exerting. Thumb and forefinger cutting into their face, the others curling into their neck. "...so, I'll ask again. What alias is he hiding behind now?"

The soul's eyes flashed, blazing bright in their defiance. "I'd sooner die than tell you." Dark couldn't quite suppress the vicious snarl that left him - nor did he keep his temper well enough to stay calm, collected, and not kick the soul painfully in their ribs. They yelped in pain, the already-cracked bones yowling their protests at the rough handling, then glared up at him, hatred flickering in their eyes. "Bitch." The demon drew in a deep breath, briefly closing vantablack eyes in frustration. And then he crouched to his prisoner's level, head tilting to one side as he reached out, tilting their chin up with a surprising gentleness, staring into their eyes. “Oh, but you can’t die. I know that as well as you do." He withdrew his hand, straightening up, spikes of shadow coalescing around him. The first of them shot forwards, piercing the soul's shoulder and making them gasp with pain. Thud. "Which means..." Thud. "...that there's no end to this..." Thud. "...that I can just..."

Thud. "Keep." Thud. "Going."

Eryn was, in fact, not fine.

Introduction of Natemare, by Shaun

“Hello? Hello… I know you’re there. Are you scared? You shouldn’t be. Just follow the sound of my voice. … That’s it. Good.” 

“You’re almost here. Just keep walking. There you go. Now tell me something. You won’t get tired of my voice… Will you?” 

“Aww… Don’t look so scared. I promise I won’t hurt you. Yet.”

“I wonder how you managed to find this place… It’s a strange thing to want to come here. After all, he did abandon me here. But never told anyone. It makes me wonder how you found me. Maybe curiosity. Maybe ignorance. Maybe because… you heard my voice.”

“It doesn’t matter to me. You’re mine now. So sit back, relax, and stay in your seat. Not like you have a say in the matter. This is sure to be a fun one, I can tell. Oh, and one last thing…”

“Enjoy the Show~”

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