ERIS #$%&ING MALCOLM.

A brief text flashed across various Saints' phones from across realities. a link to a brief video titled "NOPE, NOT PORN, SORRY."

A somewhat shaky Eris looms into view of the camera, a little older as the growth on her horns--and extra notches--can display.

"Sup, fuckers, Lady Upstairs gave me a note t'read, so 'ere goes." She squinted at the paper held in her other hand, cleared her throat, and capslocked the best the could.

"F'R ARCHIVAL'S SAKE, I'M COPYIN' DOWN ALL OUR OLD RP'S SLOWLY BUT SURELY.

IF Y'HAVE ANY PRECIOUS MEMORIES WITH TH'HORNY HIPSTER AND Y'R STILL ALIVE, PLEASE GIMME A HOLLER AN' I'LL GO LOOKIN." Whatev'r THAT means.

"I JUST FINISHED UP TH'CIRCUS RP..." A brief look of dismay crossed her face at the memories of le Cirque Diabolique's opening night. "Why th'fuck did I give it that frilly-ass french name, fuckin' pretentious..." Her voice dropped to a mutter for a moment before continuing. "SO IF ANYONE'S INT'RESTED IN GETTIN' A COPY O'THAT, LEMME KNOW. KTHXBAI."

im gonna contact as many of my old RP buddies as I can individually, but I'm gonna toss it out here as well.

Picked up another commission!

OKAY I'M FINALLY BACK AT MY DESKTOP WITH ALL MY OTHER FANART FUN SHIT

FANARTS OVER THE YEARS FROM @ophexis, scribb-el (sadly deactivated, hope you're doing good out there wherever you are) and...I apologize profusely i can't remember who the bottom pic is from, might be block-of-writers, all i remember is that it came with a bitchin' GOAT TOE bracelet that I still have dangling in my workshop

Art by @whoredmode, myself, and @sleazy-art.

ALMOST EXACTLY TEN-ISH YEARS WITH THIS BITCH AND I FIGURE OUT SOME HEARTBREAK

WHEN THEY'RE ESCAPING FROM ULTOR SHE GETS DUMPED INTO THE STREET AND THEN SHE WONDERS WHEN DAD'S COMING BACK LIKE "WHEE I JUST JUMPED OUT OF A CAR THAT WAS FUN YOU WERE RIGHT DAD! ...DAD?" AND THEN SHE WANDERS INTO THE GUNFIGHT AND GETS SAVED BY JULIUS AND SHE GETS SO SWEPT UP IN EVERYTHING BUT THERE'S ALWAYS THE HOPE IN THE BACK OF HER MIND THAT THIS WAS ALL PART OF THE GAME SHE WAS PLAYING WITH DR. MALCOLM THAT STARTED WITH THE "HEY LET'S JUMP OUT OF THE MOVING CAR" AND JUST ABOUT THE TIME SHE REALIZES HE'S NOT COMING BACK IS WHEN THE BOAT EXPLODES

AND SR2 IS ABOUT TAKING THE CITY BACK, YES, BUT ALSO FINDING OUT WHAT THE FUCK ACTUALLY HAPPENED TO DR. MALCOLM

"WHERE THE FUCK IS MY DAD YOU ASSHOLES"

she would HAAAAAAAAAAAATE Edie for a while. jealous that she had a chance to grow up with her father, even for a little while.

like

every time she finds a new timeline version of herself there's a stab of dread and jealousy

until she finds out "oh, cool, still an orphan in this one."

Your Result: patron saint of bones 

TOOT TOOT SURPRISE ERIS FIC

"Don't r'memb'r much of my dad…" Eris sighed. "But wh't I DO r'memb'r is one o'th'best bits of advice 'e ev'r gave me. 'sweetest, a truth in this world is that temerity demands resilience.' 'e w's fond o' sayin' t'me." "What does that mean?" "Means, if y'r gonna be dumb, ya gotta be tough." She gave the other Saint a grin before launching herself out of the helicopter, penetrator in hand, intent on divebombing the sorry asshole fifty feet below.

--YEARS BEFORE--

"Oh, my sweet little storm." Dr. Malcolm sighed as he followed the sounds of falling furniture back to their source. "Hi Dad!" Eris chirped brightly, as if she wasn't currently underneath a ten-foot bookcase and all its contents. "Every day I thank whatever's out there for your resilience to match your temerity." He laughed, reaching out to help her up. "My what and what?" "temerity means recklessness, really, but it's summed up with 'if you're going to be dumb, you need to be tough.' now let's get this, and you, cleaned up, alright?" "good thing I AM tough, then, cuz dumb stuff is fun." She grinned, already picking up and moving scattered books.

--SLIGHTLY LESS YEARS BEFORE--