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@eriseffingmalcolm
Boss Eris is on ArtFight!
An art gifting game
Go get 'er!

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I'M TRYIN' ARTFIGHT THIS YEAR!
Gotta actually SCAN em, but here's a long overdue updated refsheet for Eris ascended. Check her out and the rest of my weirdos once I get em posted in the next few days, lol.
An art gifting game
Got her page up!
I'M TRYIN' ARTFIGHT THIS YEAR!
Gotta actually SCAN em, but here's a long overdue updated refsheet for Eris ascended. Check her out and the rest of my weirdos once I get em posted in the next few days, lol.
TOOT TOOT AGAIN, BOSSVILLE
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."
"So, uh, kthxbai."
HEY BOSSVILLE
im gonna contact as many of my old RP buddies as I can individually, but I'm gonna toss it out here as well.
Would anyone mind if I transcribe/compile old RP logs between our OC's to turn into fanfic? There's a few threads I've realized only exist now in fragmented form on Tumblr, and I want to preserve whats left.

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Picked up another commission!
this one's by @lildrawsart and if you want your own, he's running a sale on headshots for, like, $40-ish. totes worth it.
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
now GO FORTH AND DO RECKLESS HEDONISTIC BULLSHIT!
HAPPY BIRFDAY ERIS!
Art by @whoredmode, myself, and @sleazy-art.
Happy birthday to one of my longest-running OCs and indestructible idiot crimechild!
AUGH
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."
she...did NOT have a good week when Erin joined the network.
you have to live through this with me real quick. real quick i promise
Your Result: patron saint of bonesÂ
patron saint of frameworks. of structures. of solidity. patron saint of things that break. patron saint of things that are left behind. the bones survive long after the body, the building: what is there left for them, when the rest has gone? what do bones do, with nothing to hold around them? who holds the bones?

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TOOT TOOT SURPRISE ERIS FIC
GAT AND THE BOSS COMPARE SCARS POST SR4 RESCUE AND FUCKIN' HAPPENS
HI I'M ERIS BOSS OF THE SAINTS AND WELCOME TO JACKASS
"Don't r'memb'r much of my dadâŚ" 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--
"Eris. ERIS. Sweetness, I know you're sleepy, but you need to listen to me. you know how much you like doing fun things, right?" "Yeah?" she smiled weakly, the sedatives originally administered before the plan went all pear-shaped still working like the plan didn't go all pear-shaped. "Well, we're going to be doing something INCREDIBLY fun in a moment. on the count of three, we're going to open the door and jump right out! isn't that exhilarating?" his eyes darted between her face and the streets of Stilwater hurtling by, desperately trying to avoid traffic, the cops, and the Ultor strike team hot on their trail. "That DOES sound fun!" her dopey smile grew wider and she fumbled for her seatbelt. "Now, don't do it until I tell you, love, alright? we go on three. oneâŚ" He glanced in his rearview mirror. the last Ultor van he KNEW was chasing him vanished as they barrelled around a corner. "twoâŚ" He dodged a red convertible, close enough to see the fuzzy dice hanging off the rearview mirror and the scowls on the similarly red-clad passengers. "THREE! I LOVE YOU ERIS!" he opened the door and even in a drugged daze, Dr. Malcolm's adoptive daughter launched herself out of his life with naive exuberance, tucking, rolling, and ragdolling into the streets of Saints Row. The battered car tore around another corner as the Ultor van hove into view, oblivious that its quarry was now light a passenger. someone leaned out the rolling side door, fiddling with something large, black, and menacing. Eris staggered to her feet from the alley as the van rounded the other corner, followed a few seconds later by an explosion, a sickening -crunch- of rapidly compacting metal, and the sounds of the city returning to its normal apathy. "WATCHES! I GOT WATCHES HERE! yo man, this shit'll cost you $600 in the storeâŚaw, whateverâŚ"
hnnnnng
Is "I think I hauve covid" something only girls can say?
Sorry is she in a room that is dropping kicking balloons from the ceiling
hey i keep forgetting, is Angel pan? cuz if Bossville ever gets new folks, Eris sure as fuck would love to take him to Heaven and back. a-wink.
omg..... im interested 𫣠angel is bisexual in terms of specific labels but he doesnt have any preferences or really care about gender at all! hes always down for having a good time and meeting new people
WOOOOOOOOOOOOO FUCK YEAH! ERIS EFFING MALCOLM IS BACK IN FUCKIN' BUSINESS, BABY!

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the fight is harder each year.
gotta keep going because nothing ever stops.
you deserve to be new and whole.
Can someone explain whatâs happening besides someone being reborn?
In the first comic, which is from the Warriorâs point of view, the Warrior has defeated the Monster, who jeers that there will always be another Monster to fight. The Monster dissolves into mist, leaving another tiny, baby Monster in its place. The Warrior picks up this helpless new baby Monster and carries it away. They will try again and do better this time.
In the second comic, which is from the Monsterâs point of view, the Monster says that this has to happen; it canât come with the Warrior, and there will always be another. It tells the Warrior to use what they have learned to fight. It wants to die knowing that the Warrior has hope for the future. It dissolves into mist, and the exhausted Warrior collapses. The new baby Monster comes and brings the Warrior some water in a leaf. Because we are reading this in the Monsterâs voice, we realize that it is a new Monster, but also somehow, magically, the same. We also see that the Monster is not inherently evil. It is only very strong, and inevitable.
The third comic is a dialogue between the Monster and the Warrior. The Warrior is exhausted and horrifically wounded. The Monster is also horribly maimed. They are both dying. The Warrior doesnât want to fight anymore. The Monster tells them to rest and heal. The Warrior hands over their amulet, and we see the Monsterâs paw become a hand just before they both dissolve into mist. It clears, revealing that the Monster has turned into a beautiful humanoid, who says they will take care of the new baby monster the Warrior has turned into. The two have changed roles. The Warrior takes up the former Warriorâs gear and strides into the new year with the new baby Monster riding on their shoulders.
It is a beautiful, ruthless, hopeful metaphor about keeping up the good fight, year after year, even when we are worn down, and how we can still face the new year with hope and light, no matter how painful the last one was, and how it is okay to rest if we canât fight.
Send Smash or Pass + a name and my muse will say if they would smash or pass on that person.