know that i am v mad abt how this man's muse just disappeared despite me really wanting to be here and do stuff and if i could i would fight him to come back. may need to do a movie and sth rewatch and also collect more of those caps and make icons bc that will hopefully help.

                              ❝ Do whatever brings you to LIFE, then. Follow your own fascinations, obsessions, and compulsions. Trust them. Create whatever causes a revolution in your heart. ❞ - Elizabeth Gilbert

                                                                                                                             ( psd cred. )

               know that i am v mad abt how this man's muse just disappeared despite me really wanting to be here and do stuff and if i could i would fight him to come back. may need to do a movie and sth rewatch and also collect more of those caps and make icons bc that will hopefully help.

               know that i am v mad abt how this man's muse just disappeared despite me really wanting to be here and do stuff and if i could i would fight him to come back. may need to do a movie and sth rewatch and also collect more of those caps and make icons bc that will hopefully help.

               know that i am v mad abt how this man's muse just disappeared despite me really wanting to be here and do stuff and if i could i would fight him to come back. may need to do a movie and sth rewatch and also collect more of those caps and make icons bc that will hopefully help.

               know that i am v mad abt how this man's muse just disappeared despite me really wanting to be here and do stuff and if i could i would fight him to come back. may need to do a movie and sth rewatch and also collect more of those caps and make icons bc that will hopefully help.

               We're thinking of Brandon a lot today. ❤️❤️❤️

@nightsuffer said: 👪

          thematic headcanons

a family headcanon

As an adult, Eric didn't really see his family that much as Chris made it super awkward due to stealing one of Shelly's cameras and denying it even though its super obvious he did and Eric just never wanted to mess with though vibes. He saw his parents, but on the rare chance Chris bothered to show up, Eric would leave, as he wanted nothing to do with him because he was just going to disturb the peace that he and Shelly had built for themselves.

@painofhumanity said: "Are you an angel?" (from Sarah)

          send "are you an angel?" for my muse's reaction

               Dead man wasn't entirely sure what he was. Was he even dead? Given the skillset he'd come back with, he had questions. Those who had hurt Shelly had been put to grizzly ends, yet Eric was still here.

Large hands reached for Sarah, finding shoulders before gently cupping her face. "I'm too angry to be an angel." While confused and angry, features remained soft, for her sake. "What are you even doing here this early? Shouldn't you be getting ready to go to school?"

               Eric didn't feel pain. Eric hadn't actually bled in years. So, the sensation of it all made the dead man weary, which was a whole other sensation on its own. He did need the help. He needed it a lot, but at the same time he didn't want to actively put this woman in harm's way. Breath was laboured before speaking again. "I don't know what it is that you plan to do for me, but I can already tell you that it's probably not going to work."

     ❛   yeah i can't say someone would in this situation .....   ❜ the half demon drawls steadily, as she eyes him and the current state he was in. she had questions brewing on the edge of her tongue. but decides not to.      ❛   do you need some help .....   ❜

@nightsuffer said: 👗

          thematic headcanons

a clothes themed headcanon

Most of the clothing he owned / owns has been thrifted. He always liked to thrift in life, but it's even more now in death, as its cheaper and there are always thrift places wherever he goes, so it would be difficult for him to actually run out of clothes.

@nightsuffer said: "Are you an angel?"

          send "are you an angel?" for my muse's reaction

               Cigarette hung from lips before intake, a small moment of silence and then the exhale, that cigarette now resting between index and middle fingers. "If I am, I like to think I would have heard something from God by now. Aren't angels meant to be his warriors?"

@painofhumanity said: "It's just -- I fell." (from Sarah)

          noticing sentence starters

               The walking embodiment of vengeance was familiar enough with bruises to be able to differentiate between one created accidentally or on purpose. He'd caused enough of them himself to recognised the levels of discolouration.

There was definitely something Sarah wasn't telling him. Though he trusted her to tell him when she was ready, he knew he'd get his spiritual companion to keep eyes out for anything unsavoury.

"Down two flights of stairs on your way up here?" Brow was raised, Eric not really going out of his way to hide that he didn't believe her.

In life, Eric wasn't a fighter. As a kid, he got into a few scruffs here and there as kids his age generally did, but he was quick to grow out of it.

What fighting abilities he has and has honed has been gained from coming back from the dead to avenge Shelly and himself.

@trashcollected said: ❛ You know, the serpent is a very powerful being. You should respect it. ❜ from Pyg // hello!

          the craft sentence starters

               He was certain he had memories of Shelly telling him about them in her books; symbols of rebirth, creativity, transformation, immortality and healing. But, a sceptic, even as a supernatural entity, he kept all of that at arm's length.

"Forgive me." Words were spoken in a cold tone, eye contact direct as he looked down on the other. "But I'm not taking anything seriously from a guy wearing a pig mask."

@nightsuffer said: "That's… my favourite."

          noticing sentence starters

               Guitar was strummed against, Eric unable to hide the smile that graced lips. "I wrote it for Shelly. For us. Just before —" He knew he didn't need to finish the sentence, knowing that Camilla knew his story.

"Also —" He paused strumming to nod to kitchen. "Sarah's still obsessed with trying to get me to eat something and I mentioned the those cupcakes you like, so I think she's trying to tempt me. You can take 'em home if you want."

                    ❝ Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there - on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam. That's here. That's home. That's us. ❞

                                                                                                        ( psd cred. )