#eric derrickson

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This has been a hard year where I’ve really doubted my ability to create anything worthwhile, so I haven’t drawn as much as I would have liked--especially these last few months with almost nothing besides college projects. 

But looking at this, I’m proud of where I’ve come. 

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[koffinrott]

HAVE AN ANXIOUS BOY! @markiplier

I have been dying to color this and I am so freaking glad I got to do that finally.  LOOK AT HIM! LOOK AT THIS BOY! He is a perfect boy. UwU

[pigknightwarrior]

Wilford adopts cat, the cat is Dark. Not a question but you sed yah like chats so...discuss.

I can imagine Cat Dark only being genuinely nice around Wilford but if say Bim comes around, he ignores him, or actually hisses. He only shows Wilford love when they're both alone, cuddling, kneading, licking his face and Wilford understands this, so he just gives him head pats and stuff.

The Jims try and play with Cat Dark, and the Jims honestly scare Dark.

He kind of gets along with King.

Google and Dark hate each other.

Bing wants to try and put Dark on a skate board and roll him around, Dark tries to bite him.

Dark is indifferent to Dr. Iplier since he has to go to him for check ups and stuff.

Dark hates Bim, Bim doesn't know why.

Dark steers clear of Silver Shepard and Ed, they're just too weird.

Yan is just allergic to cats so she steers clear of him.

Eric is the only other one besides Wilford that Dark shows affection to, even doing so around the others. He's essentially Eric's therapy cat.

That's how I think it would be.

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DEC 19

Isn't Eric just adorable looking like that? Don't stare too much though, he's very shy!

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Poor Eric, the anxious boy (becoming a fast favorite, though!)

(Hope y’all like it! It’s fun getting back to drawing again!)

[mysepticheartfan1]

Did some edit of Eric Derekson and Amy and Mark

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These three will show up on the...16th, I believe? Whatever day the Pinned Down prompt is. I’m not the happiest with how the written prompt turned out, so to make up for it I’m posting this early. If I can get the rest of them done first, I may try to draw the prompt so that I can replace/accompany the written work with an image

Sooo. Yeah. Meet Apocalypse AU!Host, Dr. Iplier, and Eric! It’s a bummer no one else draws Host in (faux) fur coats; he pulls them off so well!

 Basics for them under the cut

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Edward Iplier: Formerly a surgeon and knew the hospital like the back of his hand. Since everything went down, that’s where he’s lived. He found the other two and has just kind of been the “leader” of their little group ever since. Shortly before the apocalypse, he lost a bet and had to bleach his hair. The black is slowly growing back out. One hand was maimed in a fight with another survivor, costing him a few fingers. The other guy...didn’t quite make it off as well ^^”

Isaac Arthur: Formerly a radio host, amateur rugby player, and weekend baseball player with the other employees on the show, he acts as the group’s muscle. Shortly before everything went down he started developing cataracts. A surgery was scheduled and never able to happen, leaving him with blurred vision. Edward found him after he’d been attacked by stray dogs, completely taking the sight from one eye.

Eric Derrickson: Doesn’t like to talk much about his previous life. His father was killed by another survivor, so Eric ran for it. He was later found in the middle of a panic attack by Edward and has stuck close to his side since. Socially anxious, but right at home when working alone, so he acts as the group’s scout. Was born missing his legs below the knees, and his prosthetics have taken quite the beating. The water is especially harsh on them. Don’t let his looks fool you; that crowbar has cracked more than one survivor in the head and broken stolen supply cashes open

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Whumptober Day 16: Pinned Down Apocalypse AU Warnings: Guns Characters: Chase Brody, Dr. Iplier, Eric Derrickson, The Host

(( new challengers approaching the apocalypse AU! :D ))

Okay, maybe he wasn’t supposed to be out on his own. Maybe he’d sneaked out of the Hideaway without telling anyone. Maybe they’d started sending panicked messages through their walkies to the point he’d turned his off completely.

Maybe he was realizing this had been a really, really stupid idea.

There were other survivors in this building. He could hear them. Could see long shadows cast by their lights.

Hey, maybe they’d be just the people he needed to help with their situation.

Or…maybe they’d just bash his head in, steal his supplies, and be on their way. Anarchies were good for that.

So…He gave it a fifty/fifty.

Two voices. Both muffled behind masks. The quieter one sounded timid (timid? he thought. that’s not a good trait to have out here) and the second sounded tired. Like he just wanted to sleep.

So, Chase, he thought. Just gonna…waltz in and hope they don’t attack you?

God, he really hadn’t thought this—

He gasped as he was grabbed from behind and thrown to the ground. Something cold pressed against his neck; any harder and it would start choking him.

“Edward!” A third man. Most of his face was hidden, be it by his mask or the bandages wrapped tightly around his head. One eye, clouded by a cataract but still staring him down, peered out from beneath it. The goggle over it had a little crack at the top, but the man didn’t seem to notice. Or maybe he just didn’t care.

Chase tried to push the object—an aluminum bat, he realized—away from his neck. The other man growled and opted just to use more force.

“Okay, okay!” he offered instead, putting his hands up.

The other two came running. The tired one was more light-footed, while the quieter of the two sounded like he was wearing metal boots. They carried a gun and crowbar, respectively. Chase swallowed. He tried to sit up, just a little bit. Just let me talk, he thought. If they haven’t killed me yet, then—

The third man shoved the bat, forcing a gag from Chase as he was pinned back against the floor.