#cErynPromptWeek

[lythecreatorart]

cEryn Prompt Week art dump!

These are the art for the cEryn Prompt Week that start by my fellow friend of mine, paulieponzi on twitter

So my hand actually hurt for a bit now (yes I draw all the hunters comic with a half ass hand-)

So I take this time to challenge something new by limit my color and make it lineless

Day 2- His Power

Day 3 -c!Eryn with c!Dream

Day 4 and 5- c!Eryn and c!Eret on Training arc

Day 7- Best Fanon Scene

more of the headcanon bs but LAB DUO-

will always be in my heart

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[just-lythecreator]

FELLOW C!ERYN ENJOYER!!!!

ITS OUR FUCKINH TIME TO SHINE

FOR THE ONE WHO GOT SIDELINE!!!

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[hopalongfairywren]

Death

cErynPromptWeek Day Two: His powers.

Eryn liked to think he was a normal person. As normal as one could be on a SMP full of Gods, political leaders, ghosts and eldritch beings. But even among a land full of strange misfits... He was off. Anyone could tell, just by observing the demon hybrid for a few minutes.

And that was what Badboyhalo was doing. 

“Nobody else is that weird around the hole.” Bad muttered, as he and Skeppy watched three new arrivals gawk and stare around the historic runes of L’manhole. It had become tradition at that point, to show the newer members the site. If not to warn them of the dangers of TNT, then to plead with them; Don’t make the same mistakes we did. So Bad tuned out the embellished tales Quackity, Sapnap and Tommy told the trio, instead focusing on each individual.Tina and Boomer were more than happy to watch with wide eyes as the three took turns explaining the legends of L’manberg, and they stayed close to Sapnap. Eryn meanwhile was off a couple of blocks, staring straight into the deep ravine, occasionally nodding his head when Tommy prompted him. If Bad didn’t know any better, he’ed think the other was contemplating jumping.

“What are you talking about, Tommy comes here practically every day-” Skeppy began to argue, lazily swatting a fly from his partner’s shoulder.

“No. I mean-look. Just look at the kid. He’s looking like George when he wakes up from naps. And this is his first day here!” Bad pointed, swishing his tail.

The younger demon hybrid’s eyes were glazed, his ears pointed straight up. Men, women and children a like fled from this place. Now lifeless smoldering ruins, then bright with the wrath of the Gods themselves. No other beings could bring so much devastation to a land. A decaying obsidian platform was the only visual remaining of the day TNT fell from the sky like rain. A masked man had stood from above, watching the carnage. Wolves chased the stragglers who remained in the valley, ripping and tearing at flesh. Withers roared, and spat their deadly poison onto any untouched ground.

“So strange.” Bad shook his head, before guiltily looking away.

“My shift at the prison starts again soon.” He muttered, turning away. Bad could not shake the weird feeling from him, as he left the hole swathed in obsidian, and reeking of human suffering, and went into a building of obsidian not too different.

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[hopalongfairywren]

Youth

for #cErynPromptWeek. I am getting this done now because I know I will loose my creativity and you gotta write when the moments come y’know?

Day One: First Lore Stream, his origin story.

Eryn still remembers his parents, all these years later. He remembers meeting Tommy for the first time, in the middle of summer. It had been so hot and sunny, it almost reminded Eryn of the Nether. His father had insisted on him coming to the Overworld at least once or twice, just to see what it was like, and Eryn was never one to back out of a challenge. The Overworld was bright and damp and cold, even when the sun was baring down on them, their was still a deep, uncomfortable chill in his bones. Eryn supposed that was the demon side of him.

And as most bored children do, Eryn was fooling around with his father’s bow. It was high quality, made of oak wood and with a freshly polished riser. He knew, deep down he wasn’t supposed to be using his father’s bow, but Eryn had also never been one to follow the rules either. And the bow had Unbreaking and Infinity enchantments on it! You couldn’t blame him for being curious! Besides, the had brought his own arrows with him to practice his aim. 

Eryn carefully tugged back the bowstring, and fired. The arrow landed square into the tree, and made a satisfying noise. And then a not so satisfying noise when a loud voice yelled out; 

“Oi, watch it dickhead, you nearly shot me!” A slightly younger blond boy peaked out from behind the tree. He quickly scrambled forward, continuing to say many cursewords that Eryn wouldn’t dare use in front of his elders.

“Who are you, and why did you nearly shoot me bitch!” The boy said, pointing his finger at Eryn.

“I’m not a murderer, I didn’t nearly shoot you, I shot the tree. What are you doing hiding behind a tree?” Eryn shot back, and that seemed to suprise the kid into backing away and stammering.

“I didn’t mean-I’m sorry I didn’t mean you were a murderer, I just-Hah!” The boy broke off into nervous laughter, extending a bandaid covered hand to Eryn. 

“I’m Tommy, by the way. Can you teach me to shoot a bow?”

teaching him to use a bow, and subsequently learning to swim was a lot more enjoyable than Eryn thought it would be. He didn’t find himself regretting saying yes to either request. To teach Tommy archery or to take a dip with him in the lake an hour later when the blond boy was hot and panting. 

Eryn was never one for a challenge, so even though he wasn’t hot, and the water was cold, Eryn said yes.

He remembers wandering into the Dream SMP with Tina and Boomer, And He remembers the wailing screech of the prison sirens during Dream’s escape. He remembers war, and violence, and anarchy.

“Run boy, run.” A woman, a stranger urged him as she fled past with a bag of her belongings. Eryn gulped, turning back to face burning village. Piglins had raided it, and Eryn had ran from the wreckage with a sprained ankle and bloody nose. But he couldn’t find his parents. His father had been one of the men to grab their bows and arrows and surge forward to meet the invasion head on, and his mother had been at the marketplace that morning.

And so, with little else as an option, Eryn, never one to give up on a challenge, went through the swirly purple portal to the Overworld. He tried to ignore it’s eerie wailing best as best as he could. 

#dream smp #dsmp #eryn cyberonix #c!eryn #cerynpromptweek #getting this out early when I still have time oh yeah #my writing #the wren sings #please reblog this if you like it #writing prompt #dsmp writing prompt #first lore stream #i think #constructive critism welcome