#eriidanus

[frostise]

[ 𝒔𝒎𝒔 ] ... remind me to never send you anything. again.

𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐍 𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑   ┇   accepting ♡

[ 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟 📲 ] oh screw you! this is the thanks i get for helping you get ready for the big event?

[ 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟 📲 ] you should be grateful. because of me you won't look like a amateur in front of everyone.

[ 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟 📲 ] don't bother coming if you reject my tailors putting you in a tuxedo. it's helluva a lot better than that cheap green suit your tailor put you in.

[siiinfully]

" do you typically wear such ... well, revealing clothes daily? " ( @ mio kazuma ) from @eriidanus

"I guess so? I wear a bit more revealing clothes when I'm at home alone."

[am4zon]

@eriidanus said: ‘ is that a glint in your eye? ’

she wipes her hand across her mouth and blood smears. it belongs to her. which she knows as a testimony to years of tasting her own ichor rather than any pain indicating to her that she's hurt. she looks at he who spoke, and there is no need for a mirror to confirm his suspicion. there is a glint in her eyes that is directly correlated to the rush of adrenaline dancing through her veins. she is a lover who loves the battlefield. it was long ago she made peace with the duplicity of her passions.

❝ blame the amazon in me. ❞

[malka-lisitsa]

a low, drained sigh begins and ends. " what are you doing here - at my workplace? and do not tell me you're filing a police report. "

"As if you're not thrilled to see someone attractive after working here all your life."

"Oh I bet your sexuality map is all over the place being in armour and suits so often. Do you get boners for robots? Asking for a friend, it's me."

[sonicanary]

@eriidanus liked fo a starter. still accepting.

"I would never ask you to change. If I don't fit in your life… I remember exactly what I said." Three years of radio silence. Thee years of absence, without a single note, no a lette in her mailbox. ( not even a damn text ! Nothing. Of course I'm pissed ! ) "But you... you disappeared as if I were the worst disease on Earth." Body language actually talked more than words in this moment. Arms crossed over her chest, she looked ridiculously cute in socks, old clothes before her front door and a determined look. "You really think I waited for you ?"

[streetknown]

" ... vera? "

there's multiple slow, confused blinks from the girl as she looks at him, meeting his gaze in slight shock. what happens when two people who were presumed dead cross paths again? well, not sure yet. give her a couple minutes to figure it out. "uh-- yeah, hey, john." she clears her throat. she'd immediately start moving towards him if she was more in tune with her emotions. still working on that. "you doin' okay?"

[shallrise]

➵ @eriidanus, " sit down before you fall down. "

what kind of person would she be if remained unscathed? the evidence of her struggles remain clear; abrasions to her skin, blood that seeps from wounds, dirt that clings to her clothes. yet she pushes herself to keep going. that will always be her downfall — to push herself further than she needs to.

though when he speaks, her head snaps in his direction with a glare. " i don't need to sit. i need to keep going, " she counters, a hint of annoyance evident in her tone of voice. but it's fairly obvious that she's exhausted.

[haemomaga]

@eriidanus

" Am I interrupting? "

Such beautiful vibrance in every drop, iridescence like she had only ever seen in the blood spilled of supposed gods. The blood witch is quite enamored in her work, draining the bodies dry of every drop they had to offer, leaving them nothing more than wrinkled shriveled vessels. Each one filling their own bottles at her command, each one filled to almost pop the lead free from its threading. They glistened, glowed, shined with every manner of color.

She takes note of him, and is very much far from intrigued, at his core still nothing but a man. What prickled and bled from him was nothing more than a commoners ichor, far from the resplendent shine of which she so carried now.

"As a matter of fact?"

Blood red beautiful lips furl rather impatiently into a distasteful grimace. Teeth wound tight, eyes narrowed hatefully.

"Yes, you are."

[frostise]

[ 𝒔𝒎𝒔 📲 ] what do we think ?

𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐍 𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑   ┇   accepting ♡

[ 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟 📲 ] jesus. that's the ugliest shade of green i've ever seen in my entire life.

[ 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟 📲 ] who tailored your suit? because i want you to fire them right now.

[ 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟 📲 ] there's no way i'm being seen with you dressed like that.

[ 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟 📲 ] i'm sending you the best tailors in the business. they'll be arriving at your location in 10 minutes.

[siiinfully]

" seems like you enjoy relaxing quite a bit - at least, by yourself. " ( ofc, still for Mio ) from @eriidanus

"I'm not really alone. But yes, I love relaxing. Why do you sound so surprised, though? Have you never enjoyed relaxing at home?"

[medicbravo-a]

@eriidanus THAT WOULD SUMMOM YOU.

[malka-lisitsa]

🍬

"I'm not sure I should be taking strange candy from giants..."

[backbitches]

random inbox stuff      

" quit staring. " - @eriidanus​

        “Quit  looking  like  a  bargain  basement  G.I.  Joe."

[seesgood]

" you ... changed your look. "

❝ thank you , captain obvious . ❞

[toshapeshift]

@eriidanus​ : " breaking into my home isn't necessary. a text is more than fine. "

   ❝ oh, please, john. surprise visits are more enlightening than planned ones. ❞  her tone was pleasant as she paraded around his residence, peeking around at things without actually going through his stuff. it wasn’t personal ; she was just nosy, and she knew that if there was something he didn’t want her seeing, it wouldn’t have been left out in the open. or . . at least that’s how she rationalized it. taking a sip of her drink that she poured herself from the contents in his fridge, she turned on her heel to look at him.  ❝ it’s been a while, love. we’ve both been very busy, i assume. a text just . . would not have sufficed. ❞

[doorinthefloor]

@eriidanus​ sent “💩 - for Patriot/Mandy!” from “I’ll Talk About My Muses!”

send 💩 for a ridiculous headcanon

OH I HAVE THE PERFECT THING...

Mandy is, unabashedly a fangirl of Homelander and has been for as long as she can remember-- let’s not talk about the simple memorabilia that she has. Because that’s just, eh (or the fact that she will make any excuse in the world for him to remain “her hero”. Who doesn’t have action figures, right?

But one thing that she does not tell anyone about is the Homelander  dakimakura body pillow that she owns. Clearly this is an item that she bought off of Etsy or something of the like at some point (she commissioned it-- it is one of a kind) because the likelihood that anyone would be making official merchandise of that sort? Well... not typical. ... but it is absolutely her favourite thing in her collection. She sleeps with it every night that she’s home (unless she has company-- she is painfully secretive about the pillow).

So yup. Mandy owns and loves a waifu pillow of Homelander. alkfjlkgklahakltfgqa. I can make this worse, I really can-- but we’ll keep this here for now.

Guys. Mandy is actively the worst. THE WORST. SHE IS THE CRINGY FANGIRL WE ALL HAVE WITHIN US.