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bludiblu · 10 months ago
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Fan art of Eryk and Cedani from the amazing pixel art game “Yes, Your Grace” by Brave at Night 🐻
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fazgoo-connoiseur-1987 · 1 year ago
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Okay I'm gonna do them one at a time but here's the 'William and Henry both went through messy divorces in the 70s' lore.
Will met his wife (Maggie Schmidt) outside a bunch of clubs in the 60s (they both smoke a lot). They hung out and hooked up a couple times and Maggie ended up getting pregnant. Since it was the 60s and also Utah they had to get married cus of this. While Will's happy with what a nice, suburban family does for his image, and Maggie appreciates the finacial security; they both can't fucking stand each other. I think this is cus they are, ultimatly, very similar and this pisses them both off. They try to hold it together for a while for Mikey but all this really does is result in 2 more kids. Maggie eventually has enough of Bill and files for divorce. He's initially pretty reluctant but the way his community reacts to the news is to SHOWER him in sympathy (he's really into that) so he goes through with it and plays up how it's effecting him. The kid's stay with Maggie most of the time but Will has them for the weekends (he also refuses to pay his child support). They're seperated fully come like 1982. They're both happier for it even if Will pretends it's a sore subject.
Henry and his wife (Eryk Maya) got married because all their friends were getting married and they got along pretty well (they were in the same Uni circles and were generally nice to each other). They really really don't click as a married couple though. Henry's really distant, aloof, cares more about machines than his human family; Eryk really doesn't understand this and isn't getting given the affection and support she needs. They divorce pretty amicably there's not really any hard feelings between them- they split a little sooner around 1978. Eryk takes Sammy and Henry keeps Charlie with him. He really doesn't handle the situation very well, he gets very in his own head about not being able to fulfil the nuclear-family-husband role as well as Will (apparently) can. Eryk starts dating his sister and also Maggie but Henry is completely oblivious to this (even when he starts living with them in the 2000s).
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kkeessttiiss · 7 months ago
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aleksanderscult · 1 year ago
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1,2,6 for Eryk
1) Canon I outright reject
That his friendship with Annika and Sylvi ended up in blood and death.
Nope! Nah, nah!
Not in my book.
They continued to be friends, they hanged out, went in adventures together, Eryk grew up happy and innocent and they all lived happily ever after.
THE END! 🫶🤗
(just let me live in this denial😭)
But wait. Eryk was immortal anyway. So he would watch them die.
....
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SHIT!!
2) A canon or headcanon hill I will die on
Canon: His favorite color was the color of sunlight, so Alina was his favorite color, his sunshine, his light. He was destined to fall in love with her.
Headcanon: If that incident wouldn't happen in DitW, Eryk and Annika would grow to romantically love each other. She would definitely be his first kiss.
6) Worst personality trait
I don't think he had any as a child. Some could say that the fact he easily trusted Annika was a weakness. But not for me. He was a child. He had the right to trust others, to believe that there was still some good left in the world. In people.
So, no, I don't think he had a very bad personality trait as a boy.
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starandcloud · 1 year ago
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Perfect for me
Eryk (The Darkling) x fem!bookish!durasts!reader
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Grishaverse Mainlist
Master list
Eryk was tired, the journey took longer than expected. His face was wind bitten and he wanted to sleep, the last thing he expected to be greeted by was the sound of a girl screaming.
"WHAT DID YOU DO CIAN!?"
The sound made the sixteen year old boy perk up, he looked up from the ground and watched as a girl frantically recovered a book from the snow. Her body was... tense, she seemed mad. Her blue dress fluttered around her as she knelt, then clung to her as she stood. She wiped the snow from the bound book, acting as if it was her last possession. Eryk watched as her hair seemed to float around her, he watched as some boys surrounded her, he watched as they pushed her around and he watched as she calmly put the book away before reeling her arm back. He heard it before he saw it. The sickening crack of the boy's jaw as her fist collided with his jaw. He watched the tussle as adults pulled the two apart, he watched as the girl was dragged kicking and screaming away.
"I'm... sorry about her. She tends to be, more reactive. Than the rest."
Said an elder, embarrassment clear in his voice. A small laugh came from Lena, his mother, as she excused the girl's behavior.
Maybe this camp would prove to be interesting.
Eryk thought.
It was hours before he saw the girl again. This time her blue dress was gone. Her hair had been done up in an intricate bun and she wore a purple dress now, it made her eyes pop. But... she looked miserable. Sitting next to her father, which Eryk learned was the chief, he watched her pick at her food and as she blankly stared towards the door.
"Eryk eat."
Lena said. His mother's voice broke him from his trance and he took a bite of food. It was hot and warmed his body from the inside out, he slowly forgot about watching the girl as he ate. Warm food was amazing after weeks on the road, it made Eryk's mind hush as he ate. If he didn't have half a mind he wouldn't of noticed that girl stand up, or leave the tent. He watched her lean and glanced at Lena, who smiled simply and gave him a look of approval. Stepping into the chilled winter air, he followed the girl silently. Watching as she tugged off the dress, revealing a turtle neck and a pair of pants, and laid it over a tree then; as she took pins from her hair and scattered them on the path; he watched as she climbed a tree and retrieved a bag from one of the highest branches. Eryk watched as she melded the branches into steps, then returned them to their original form, before returning to the path. Still quietly behind, Eryk watched her meld branches, stones and how she moved metal with ease. He watched her mold a man, then a woman, and a little girl. He watched her silently flip through pages of a book before disassembling everything, the way she played with these elements of nature amused him. He barely noticed how she had expertly pulling him closer before shaping a rock into a simple knife.
"So are you going to speak?"
The question caught Eryk off guard and made him stumble through some words before she laughed and smiled gently. She dropped the rock, and returned it to a simple stone, before turning to face him. She held her hand out and smiled gently.
"I'm Y/N, what's your name?"
Eryk's grey eyes flicked over her, taking in everything about her. The way her hair laid and the way she held herself. The way she smiled sweetly and how her voice seemed so... different then before.
"I saw you break that guys jaw of yours, is he someone I should avoid?"
Eryk asked as he took Y/N's hand, bringing laughter from her.
"What!? No! That's my best friend!"
She said, making him confused.
"Do you... regularly break your friend's jaw?"
The question made her laugh more, Eryk watched as she doubled over in laughter and how her cheeks turned a pretty red. She laughed hard enough she couldn't breath.
"Saints Y/N... Shit's not that funny."
A voice sounded, putting Eryk on alert. He spun around and watched as a boy appeared from the tree line, in similar attire to Y/N. Eryk's eyes narrowed as he watched the boy come closer, he noticed the laughter died down and he couldn't help how... uneasy it made him. He followed the boy's path, turning slowly as the boy made his way to you.
"If you're done flirting with the new guy, let's go." "Go where."
Eryk asked, making you look over at him. You looked up at Cian, your friend, who was annoyed by that question.
"Out, why do you want to come?" "Y/N!" "What? It's a simple question, does he want to come or not?" "He can't come!"
Eryk watched Y/N and Cian argue before Y/N took his hand and pulled him towards the water. He watched as she created a bridge and tugged him across, as uncomfortable as Eryk was with this... he couldn't find himself saying no. He could get out of this situation if he needed to, and he knew he could. So he followed her. He followed her through the winding paths and down the slopes and... into a village. He never once tried to stop Y/N though, the most he did was slow down every now and then but she'd always screw off with Cian and scream playfully; which would make Eryk speed up again. By the time Y/N and Cian's antics relaxed, a town was coming into view. Eryk never stopped though, he followed you through the town and towards a building. He watched as you walked in, and was pushed in by Cian. Who was less than pleased by his presence with you Y/N had his full attention and curiosity, you were a peculiar soul. So lively and free spirited. It made his heart beat louder than he thought it was possible.
Something Eryk never thought would happen was to be tipsy and watching a girl. He knew the stupid look he had on his face, he knew how fucking ridiculous he looked. He knew he looked like a fucking idiot. But he didn't seem to give a shit. He watched as you danced to the chaotic music, as you laughed and pulled Cian into the dance. He must've zoned out because he didn't see you walk up to him, but he felt you. He felt your hands on his arm and how warm you felt and... you were so beautiful. Your hair had fallen from the protective style it had been in, it fell freely and saints... it made you look so beautiful.
Hours later the three of you were walking back, and Eryk laughed as he felt your arm drape over his shoulder; he smiled gently as you gently pushed him and ran ahead. You were so perfect...
Perfect for him.
@nomournersonefuneral
Eryk is from the prequel to the SAB series, aka the baby Darkling
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temotemo · 10 months ago
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Demon in the Wood
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❝​🇫​​🇮​​🇳​​🇪​. ​🇲​​🇦​​🇰​​🇪​ ​🇲​​🇪​ ​🇾​​🇴​​🇺​​🇷​ ​🇻​​🇮​​🇱​​🇱​​🇦​​🇮​​🇳​.❝
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meliona2 · 2 years ago
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rae-axelle · 1 year ago
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pastart · 2 months ago
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Adam Lochynski by Eryk Dobyrchlop (2022)
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yarrow-leaf · 3 months ago
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Joining the bandwagon 😳
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midasmen · 3 months ago
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an assortment of polish beatles-related posters i could find!
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A Hard Day’s Night, Waldemar Swierzy (1965) / A Hard Day’s Night, Unknown, (1965, as it looks to be a poster used by polish movie theatres to dictate individual showtimes) / Help!, Eryk Lipinski (1967) / Yellow Submarine, Zygmunt Bobrowski (1970) / Unknown, Waldemar Swierzy (1978) / Yellow Submarine, Waldemar Swierzy (2009)
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BONUS: VERY STRANGE poster from 1985 by Waldemar Swierzy. i wish i knew the context.
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thestudfarm · 3 months ago
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Eryk Minefreedom
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fazgoo-connoiseur-1987 · 1 year ago
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4 most normal people in Utah
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kkeessttiiss · 7 months ago
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pop-art-sixties-seventies · 3 months ago
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Eryk Lipinski, Isadora, Vanessa Redgrave, 1970
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noxaeternaetc · 9 months ago
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"The words we shared built chat GPT, the images we shared built Stable Diffusion. Generative AI is just another word for surveillance capitalism. Taking our data with dubious consent and activating it through services it sells back to us. It is a visualisation of the way we organise things, a pretty picture version of the technologies that sorted and categorised us all along.
Instead of social media feeds or bank loans or police lineups, these algorithms manifest as uncanny images, disorienting mirrors of the world rendered by a machine that has no experience of that world. If these images are unsettling because they resemble nothing like the lives they claim to represent, it's because that is precisely what automated surveillance was always doing to us."
Eryk Salvaggio, The Age of Noise, 2024
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