#sorry eric

[cheerfullycatholic]

The owner at my favorite local bookstore, Eric, died recently. Please pray for him and his family

[thepachy]

With what i said yesterday, yeah i can totally see it in those kind of months when Eric actually eat well and look like a at least a healthy man, Jacob coming to him when no one is looking and putting his arm around his neck and saying something like "see how good you can look when you don’t starve yourself…" something nice and who could be kinda supportive despite the grin he has but still, these words just trigger something in Eric’s mind and he push Jacob away and fall again in the circle he put himself in

[animalceramics]

Fic update: Holy Trinity

Chapter 5 posted

Check the tags though, it's a lot!

Excerpt:

The surprising thing is, Daniel wants to submit. He really fucking does. Yet it feels vitally important to stand his ground. He can feel the two compulsions fighting; one telling him to hiss and bare his fangs, one telling him to kneel and bare his neck.

Read it here

[u-friend-or-ufo]

The snorlax is sleeping

[h3artbr3akst4ti0n]

oops-

[super-mario-rpg]

It's time to put my OCs to work

[karihighman]

If anyone would like to laugh or fangirl w/me over my idiocy, I was reminded that this happened last May 😳😂🥴🙃

[b33p-b33p]

@lifebxginsatnight

It all happened too fast.

He'd known getting involved with a fucking vampire was a terrible idea at the start. It was always going to have a shelf life, he'd either grow old and die, get killed by whatever weird shit Eric attracted, or eventually agree to be turned and probably grow apart when Eric inevitably got bored.

But he didn't really expect "death by dismemberment" to be the way he went out.

Which, okay, was maybe going a little far for dramatic effect; the wolves had come in, claws blazing, or whatever dumb cliche you used. Some spat or other, he didn't know and didn't really care, but he'd gotten caught in the middle because he was too cocky for his own good, which apparently meant claws raked across his belly and teeth in his shoulder before he finally kicked the thing in the face and scrambled away, getting as far from the scuffle as he could and pretty sure he was dragging a trail with him.

By the time it was over, he was feeling decidedly queasy, and generally ill, like he'd been hit by a freight train, and the places he'd been torn open mostly just itched and burned like a motherfucker, but the bleeding had stopped. Which was probably weird and ominous, but he wasn't dead so he'd take it.

He hauled himself back upright and made his way back to the main room, looking around for Eric, holding on to the doorframe for support.

"Tell me they're all dead at least? And not like. Strung from the rafters like party favors dead or else I'm gonna hurl."