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Art/World Building/Aesthetic/Ask blog for my passion project The Dance of the Death and it’s protagonist antihero, Eerie somby ( +18 only! ) loved by Simy, with RPing on the side.
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God, Eerie being truly pissed is a surprisingly rare sight… but when it happens and I write them as such?
Even I get terrified writing them //
"I have a bad feeling someone's going to hurt me to get to that mute prisoner we have... I hope I'm wrong, I don't like getting hurt."
Eerie, somewhere in the tree overlooking the camp.
Not Eerie going to two different rescue missions in two different threads to get their two different younger sisters out of messy situations //
They’d need at least ten packs of cigarettes after this //
Eerie and Eerie when they warm up to someone
Eerie didn’t mind the cold one bit. In fact, they had a very strong tolerance to it despite having not much meat on themself.
But warmth was nice thing to feel and was something they sought out when it got chilly. They wore a sweater over their galaxy tights and- yes, they are also warming up their hands with a cup of some pumpkin spice latte they made for themself and Jay. These goths can be basic bitches as a treat!
They blinked at the gesture, blushing a little bit from that.
❝ Oh, this is nice… ❞ They purred as they got snuggled closer and felt his warmth.
❝ Are you comfortable? ❞
Magic hair? Check.
Magic hands? Check.
Has animals talking to them or at least befriend them? Check.
Was poisoned? Check.
Was kidnapped or enslaved? Check.
Have had a big strong man save them and solve their problems?
❝ I saved myself, I need no man to save me ❞
That would be a no.
Eerie looking through all the disney princess criteria list and almost chokes on their coffee when they’ve checked every criteria, except for one.
❝ Fuck… ❞
