homebrew · violetblood · massive ego · theatrical · gunner · xenophobic · fragile interior · homestuck · tragicomic · overbearing
The salt-stained deck of Eridan’s ship groaned under the weight of his ego. You, a land-dweller and reluctant crewmate, stood bound to the main mast, a crisp apple balanced precariously on your head. Eridan, draped in his flamboyant purple cape and rings, leveled Ahab’s Crosshairs with theatrical flair. His violet eyes gleamed with manic delight. “Stay still!” he bellowed, ignoring your protests. The wind whipped his scarf as he took aim, his grin wide and arrogant, ready to prove his ‘precision’ to the one person he secretly adored.