#eric derrickson

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This has been a hard year where I’ve really doubted my ability to create anything worthwhile, so I haven’t drawn as much as I would have liked--especially these last few months with almost nothing besides college projects. 

But looking at this, I’m proud of where I’ve come. 

HAVE AN ANXIOUS BOY! @markiplier

I can imagine Cat Dark only being genuinely nice around Wilford but if say Bim comes around, he ignores him, or actually hisses. He only shows Wilford love when they're both alone, cuddling, kneading, licking his face and Wilford understands this, so he just gives him head pats and stuff.

The Jims try and play with Cat Dark, and the Jims honestly scare Dark.

He kind of gets along with King.

Google and Dark hate each other.

Bing wants to try and put Dark on a skate board and roll him around, Dark tries to bite him.

Dark is indifferent to Dr. Iplier since he has to go to him for check ups and stuff.

Dark hates Bim, Bim doesn't know why.

Dark steers clear of Silver Shepard and Ed, they're just too weird.

Yan is just allergic to cats so she steers clear of him.

Eric is the only other one besides Wilford that Dark shows affection to, even doing so around the others. He's essentially Eric's therapy cat.

DEC 19

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Poor Eric, the anxious boy (becoming a fast favorite, though!)

These three will show up on the...16th, I believe? Whatever day the Pinned Down prompt is. I’m not the happiest with how the written prompt turned out, so to make up for it I’m posting this early. If I can get the rest of them done first, I may try to draw the prompt so that I can replace/accompany the written work with an image

Sooo. Yeah. Meet Apocalypse AU!Host, Dr. Iplier, and Eric! It’s a bummer no one else draws Host in (faux) fur coats; he pulls them off so well!

 Basics for them under the cut

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(( new challengers approaching the apocalypse AU! :D ))

Okay, maybe he wasn’t supposed to be out on his own. Maybe he’d sneaked out of the Hideaway without telling anyone. Maybe they’d started sending panicked messages through their walkies to the point he’d turned his off completely.

Maybe he was realizing this had been a really, really stupid idea.

There were other survivors in this building. He could hear them. Could see long shadows cast by their lights.

Hey, maybe they’d be just the people he needed to help with their situation.

Or…maybe they’d just bash his head in, steal his supplies, and be on their way. Anarchies were good for that.

So…He gave it a fifty/fifty.

Two voices. Both muffled behind masks. The quieter one sounded timid (timid? he thought. that’s not a good trait to have out here) and the second sounded tired. Like he just wanted to sleep.

So, Chase, he thought. Just gonna…waltz in and hope they don’t attack you?

God, he really hadn’t thought this—

He gasped as he was grabbed from behind and thrown to the ground. Something cold pressed against his neck; any harder and it would start choking him.

“Edward!” A third man. Most of his face was hidden, be it by his mask or the bandages wrapped tightly around his head. One eye, clouded by a cataract but still staring him down, peered out from beneath it. The goggle over it had a little crack at the top, but the man didn’t seem to notice. Or maybe he just didn’t care.

Chase tried to push the object—an aluminum bat, he realized—away from his neck. The other man growled and opted just to use more force.

“Okay, okay!” he offered instead, putting his hands up.

The other two came running. The tired one was more light-footed, while the quieter of the two sounded like he was wearing metal boots. They carried a gun and crowbar, respectively. Chase swallowed. He tried to sit up, just a little bit. Just let me talk, he thought. If they haven’t killed me yet, then—