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me @ my mutuals

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: John Booko | BdoubleO100/EthosLab Characters: John Booko | BdoubleO100, EthosLab (Video Blogging RPF) Additional Tags: Lack of Communication, Canon-Typical Violence, Mutual Pining, Angst Summary:

Etho blatantly stares at him, ears slowly turning bright pink.

Okay, Bdubs thinks, and finds himself grinning, warmth uncurling inside him. It feels, weirdly, like rediscovering something. Like he���s been fumbling around in the dark and has finally found the lightswitch. Okay. Yeah, okay.

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Despite the death games, Bdubs can put love above self-preservation. For Etho, it’s the other way around.

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buncha secret life modern au sketches i did for fun :3c they mean so much to me actually

(Designs and AU by Honeybeebuddy and notquitesummer <3)

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not sorry for loving you ethubs… save me not sorry for loving you ethubs…

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buncha secret life modern au sketches i did for fun :3c they mean so much to me actually

(Designs and AU by Honeybeebuddy and notquitesummer <3)

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silly doodles and sketches from the past couple weeks while i work on stuff :]c

ft. SLMAU Ethubs headcanon art (AU by honeybeebuddy and notquitesummer), syndisparklez and shenanigans from sub goal magma strim

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tom is so bad at being a champion and i mean that so affectionately. hes just absolutely dogshit at it.

[start of s1]

dianite: hmm. i choose this one. mianite: are you sure? ianite: are you Sure?

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⭐️Worth it to be with you⭐️

A Hermit College Social Media au-

Part 10:

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I'm willlin to bet I'm a little late with this but idc have some refs for the Tuff Guy designs I've been usin in my Wild life fanart :D

I wanted to give them a subtle cohesive feel while also keeping to their individual aesthetics as a "team but not" kinda thing, I also really like the idea of them having Life's Tuff as like a patch they wear in addition to the blocks of tuff they carry around as a calling card

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A couple of mini snippets of first impressions from my Mianite OC verse crossover.

It was in this position, a good thirty feet away from his friends and the rest of those that had come to live around him, staring intently at the not-Capsize attempting to logic his way out of the situation, that one of the strangers woke up and saw Tucker.

Orla, having precisely zero reason to even suspect the truth of her very accidental arrival to this new place, was always going to be ready to fight upon waking. Seeing a man in full plate armour looming over one of her friends merely cemented that fact in her mind.

Tucker only processed the blur lunging at him. He began his swing on instinct. By the time he actually saw the kid coming, he was far too committed to stop. He could only hope the damage from the impact wouldn’t be too severe.

What happened next was either a miracle or a sick joke. The moment his sword should’ve cut into the kid’s face, the blade disintegrated into nothing more than very expensive glitter.

Before he could even start to comprehend how the hell that had happened, Orla began attacking him. 

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If Jordan had to describe Katherine, he’d say she was Capsize if she had been raised by Spark.

Because undoubtedly, this was some version of the pirate captain. The two had nearly the same face, even if the woman in front of him wasn’t half undead. But she was far softer than Capsize.

She was shorter than him - standing at least half a foot shorter than Capsize - which he could admit felt a little good. She lacked the muscles and the scars and the undead skin that the pirate had. All in all, she stood to him as a far less intimidating figure.

From her height, to her dress, to her way of speaking; she reminded him more of Martha than she did of Capsize. But still, it was hard to shift the idea that he was looking at the pirate out of his head. 

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every time i draw that stupid motherfucker /affectionate (ethoslab) his hair changes and its startin to drive me a little nuts

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wherever I go, there you are.

a little syndisparklez freewrite oneshot, takes place in the earlier half of Isles/where I've watched up to and a follows this drawing

enjoy :] Havent written fic in a while, but i needed a change of pace from arting for a little

(edited 11/17/24 for fun)

“I just want you to be happy.”

The waves lapped up against the shore of the lighthouse atop Tom’s island, a soft and steady rhythm alike to the delicate tap of drumsticks against cymbals. Contrary to what they had thought would happen, the god’s arrivals had brought with them an almost uncharacteristic silence about the land- the kind of one that might force people to face truths and emotions that had long been left unaddressed since they had arrived on the island.

Tom looked up to the soft oranges, pinks and blues of the setting sun, running his hand through his dark amber blonde hair. He had burnt it to that color from its typical blue before coming into the past- a practice reminiscent of the way it had been when Dianite was around and would use it as a cruel indication of the power he held over him, or perhaps a punishment meant to remind him of a state which he had not been in since he was human.

A state where, according to all he had known until recently, he had not been anyone.

Tom bit his lip. “What do you mean by that?"

Tom turned to the man sitting up on the rock beside the staircase he sat on. He stared out to sea with tired and worn dull purple eyes he had gotten lost in more times than he could count, running a hand through scraggly black hair that always felt soft between his fingertips, wearing a velvet red coat no longer imbued with its blood magic sigils that he loved to run his hands across to feel its power, to pull off and-

Tom stopped himself. It was all too easy sometimes.

Jordan sighed, turning his gaze down to the weathered stone. “I want you to be happy with where you are I mean, its pretty simple. There’s not much else to it."

Happiness.

The last day they spoke before Tom had left back to Astrakheins, for them to take a break from each other, Tom had said he wasn’t happy where he was. And Jordan had agreed.

And so he was certain they left all they had behind.

After falling through the void, they had, to Tom’s initial surmise, landed back in their first realm. A familiar place, carrying a nostalgia that both welcomed you with open arms, but exposed scars of battles fought long ago.

Back to the first place he had called home post-revival, back to the land of finding his friendships, back to the world where had left behind the corpse of the god that had saved him in the first place.

To Jordan it was home, but to Tom it was just a cruel reminder of what had been. His heart was his home, he carried that with him. He had tried so long to be the Dianite the realm needed him to be. But he knew it wasn’t where he belonged. It wasn't a place he could settle down for good

And maybe it just wasn’t the right time.

Tom fiddled with the epaulets on his shoulders. “But I am.. Now! Like, I get to hang with you and Kyle, and sure the Dianite here’s not perfect, but-”

Jordan scoffed watching Tom count off things on his fingers. "C’mon man, you and I both know that's not what I’m talking about.”

“It’s not?”

For the first time in this particular conversation, Jordan looked up and stared Tom down dead in the eyes. While the outward expression spoke of an irritation over him not getting what he was trying to imply, there was a violent yearning behind it, something so familiar of what Jordan had always been like towards him. Possessing a kind of reaching, grasping for any semblance of the connection he was seeking ever since he had come to the island. Yet at the same time, still avoiding closeness the best he could, hiding his truest desire behind a state of pretending to be absolutely annoyed and perturbed by the zombie’s presence.

And Tom used to have believed that they through for good until he had come to recognize that, even way before Jordan had come over to his house in the dead of night to confess in a sleep deprived stupor that he had missing Tom all this time. That he was tired of dancing around what had been, and what he so desperately wants back, but feels like can’t because it isn’t what Tom wants.

Selfish, was the word he had used. Him wanting to be with, to have Tom, was selfish of him.

Unfortunately, Tom hadn’t gotten a chance to clarify himself. Maybe now was meant to be his chance.

He watched Jordan continue to fidget with the collar of his shirt, and run his hand around his neck, just like he had the first time Capsize had suggested they had a thing for each other. Nothing like a habit you can’t quit, clearly.

Jordan’s nervousness came through in the strained tone of his voice as he spoke undeniably what it was he was again dancing around this whole time. “I want you to be happy.. with me, ok? It’s like I've said before, it’s selfish because I don’t know if you can be.”

“Jordan-” Tom stood, climbing up the side of the rock to put himself right next to Jordan, who swung his legs around as if he was ready to jump off the weathered stones that made up the base of the lighthouse, and run away from an answer he might not like.

Tom wouldn’t let him. He reached out to grab the captain’s hand, who swatted it away.

“You deserve someone who can make you feel unconditionally loved, Tom.” He curled his hand into a loose fist. “Especially after all you’ve.. maybe we've been through and.. I don’t know if I can be that for you anymore."

If Tom hadn’t known any better he’d think Jordan had found someone else and this was his last attempt at making their temporary separation a permanent one. But the desperation in his voice was so strong to Tom it was almost like he was waiting for him to just kiss him again right then and there.

Jordan paused to look at Tom before turning his back to him. “I know there’s so much more out there for you, but I don’t want to accept it, or heck, even think about it.” His voice becomes more strained as he looks back over his shoulder. “I want to keep fighting for you, to be the light that brings you to a place that makes you, safe, and feel like you’re home.”

Tom watched as Jordan’s gaze rose past him to take in the sight of the completed lighthouse to the light at the precipice, the part he had owned after Tom had begged him to build it for him.

He had the light, Tom had the house.

Much to Tom’s surprise, when he tried to reach for Jordan, this time he didn’t lean away. He let the zombie rest his hand softly on his shoulder, almost leaning into the touch.

Jordan shifted himself back around to face Tom more, and spoke under his breath as if he was scared of what he had wanted to admit. “Thing is, I so desperately wish I still was. I know I’ve changed and so have you, but-,” His hand floated up from his neck to his other shoulder to gently take Tom’s hand. “I don’t want to just leave what we had all behind because of that… like hell, you mean more to me than you’ll ever know. And I don’t know if you’ll ever get it.”

“No man, I don’t think you get it.” Tom floated their hands down and squeezed it gently as it hovered in the space between them just above the rock. No matter how many times it had fallen apart or tore at the seams they always seemed to fit perfectly together. Aside from the soft song of the sea breeze, and the mechanical clink of the rotating light of the house coming to life in the fading sun as evening arrived, there was a silence that if the gods had listened closely, they could hear perhaps a reawakened spark, a newfound life in the forces of chaos and balance within their champions that had been long since ignored.

“Y’know if you weren’t always so damn dramatic, and just given me the chance to yknow, answer you that night I could’ve fucking told you.” Tom met Jordan’s eyes with a soft smile. “There’s nothing else I need to feel loved or whatever."

He drifts closer to Jordan, who allows the closeness in with an openess he hasn’t seen from the captain in a while. “I get we’ve changed, but here’s the thing. I’ve done a lot of thinking right?”

He feels his voice start to falter slightly when Jordan raises a doubtful eyebrow, yet doesn’t entirely cut him off. His eyes meet Tom’s again, but this time, the sharp of annoyance has all but fallen into the sea below them, replaced with a sense of reassurance, and an invitation to go on. Tom sighs. “And while I was gone I realized something.”

He began tracing cautious circles on the back of Jordan’s hand with his fingers. “There’s no one else who gets me like you do. Makes me laugh, makes me feel at home.” With his other hand, he reaches up to brush a lock of hair behind Jordan’s ear as he watches him blush a deep red. “Who I care about more than man I think you could ever know.”

“Awe dude-“ Jordan chuckles, Tom reveling in the sweetness that overwhelms his face.

It was a rare vulnerability, and for the first time in a while, Jordan doesn’t try to fight it.

Tom cups Jordan’s face in his hand, and he feels the captain sink into the touch. “I mean this in all seriousness when I say this. You want me to be happy, and I am.” He feels his own face begin to warm up as well. “And as long as you stay with me, I’m sure I’ll keep feeling that way.”

“Because I’m the happiest here with you.”

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i downloaded a blackletter font like a month ago and im gonna fucking use it

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my own his darling man boy, fabian aramais seacaster!

commissions

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well hello there

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having brain rot about your own TTRPG character is so embarrassing. yes i love her and i think about her all day and i’ll take any excuse to talk about her. no, there’s no book or anything for you to read. she’s my emotional support rogue. she’s my fidget toy. i wish you could meet her. i made her up inside my head.

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you’ll never believe it. im writing again. like not just lore rambles or those partial excerpts. like a full length oneshot (wish me luck I dont bail on this one too </3)