#and keep him on my desk

[firefly464]

Scott (you are here!) | Pearl

Word Count: 1,001

Fandom: 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Scott Major | Smajor1995 & Pearl | PearlescentMoon, GeminiTay & Scott Major | Smajor1995

Characters: Scott Major | Smajor1995, Pearl | PearlescentMoon, GeminiTay (Video Blogging RPF)

Additional Tags: Character Study, POV Second Person, guys i adore writing character studies in second person, its so much fun, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon Temporary Character Death, Self-Sacrifice, Scott Smajor and his relationship with sacrificing himself for his friends over and over again

Summary:

The first time that you give your life for your friend, it’s as easy as breathing. There’s no thought behind it. No second guesses. Only the knowledge that you refuse to let Pearl die.

~~~

Or, an exploration of each time Scott gives his life for one of his friends

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62088148

Or just read it under the cut :D

~~~

The first time that you give your life for your friend, it’s as easy as breathing. There’s no thought behind it. No second guesses. Only the knowledge that you refuse to let Pearl die.

There’s only the sickening thud of an axe embedding itself into your side. Only the agonizing pain as it was ripped out. Only the smattering of red covering Pearl's hoodie.

She yells at you after. Tells you that you were an idiot, that you should have let her take the fall. She has the lives to spare, you don’t.

You shrug it off with a laugh, reminding her that she would have done the same.

…

You hope she’s never given the chance.

~~~

The second time you give her your life, it’s by your own hand.

It’s not nearly as spontaneous this time. That doesn’t change much. Despite the anger radiating from her, despite the fact that your fingers are still covered in frostbite scars, despite the blood that soaks her hoodie, it isn’t much of a choice.

Maybe it’s selfish. You don’t think you care. You want her to remember. You want your friend back.

Is that so bad?

She screams as the explosion tears through you. You can’t tell if it’s from shock or pain.

You aren’t around long enough to find out.

She finds you after. You’re not sure how. You decide not to ask.

She screams at you until her voice gives out. She tells you how stupid you are, that you had no right killing yourself like that. Tells you that you should have talked to her, that you could have figured something out. She tells you that you owe her for everything you put her through.

You don’t apologize.

~~~

You lose count in limited life. You watch as your blood spills out into the water around you, feel your bones snap as you hit the ground, hear the thud of an axe into your gut.

Over and over and over again.

It’s a transaction. Time exchanged for loyalty.

It’s better like this. No one yells at you when you return. Instead, they grab your hands and thank you. Thank you for giving them just a few more minutes.

You smile at them. You’re not sure if they would do the same for you. You find it hard to bring yourself to care.

~~~

Gem is staring at you. Her sword looks heavy in her hands. She’s having trouble lifting it.

You lift her sword and place it against your throat, not caring about the way the blade bites into your hand.

She stares at the blood dripping into the grass. Her eyes are brimming with tears.

You try to reassure her. Tell her that it’s just like before, when you and Impulse had given your lives to her without a second thought.

She tells you that it’s different this time. Impulse is already gone. You’re all that she has left.

It doesn’t matter. You’re dead either way. At least this way your death can help her.

Besides, once she wins she can come yell at you all she wants. You make sure she knows where to go. You don’t want to make her search like Pearl did.

She sobs, promising that she’ll find you, that she’ll make you regret leaving her alone.

You tell her that you’ll be waiting for her.

You try to smile as she slits your throat. You’re glad she didn’t stab you. You don’t want your blood to stain her overalls.

…

She doesn’t come find you.

The next time you see her, it’s during mcc. She gives you a smile. There’s nothing in it beyond surface level politeness. Nothing to indicate that she remembers.

It’s so much worse than getting yelled at.

Pearl tells you later. She says that Scar won.

You do your best to swallow the bitter taste that crawls up your throat.

~~~

The final time you give your life for your friends, it’s as easy as breathing.

You pretend to turn the decision over in your mind, considering each pro and con, but it’s nothing more than theatrics. You would do this in a heartbeat even if you didn’t owe her.

You can tell that she knows this to be true.

Neither of you point it out.

You can feel your muscles seizing as the pufferfish toxin seeps into your system. Your knees buckle underneath you. Water seeps into your clothes. Impulse looks away.

You have to force your breathing to remain calm. Panic will only spread the toxins faster.

You wonder if that would make it easier. If a faster death would be more bearable.

Your heart stops before you can think too hard about it.

When you wake up, you find Pearl staring down at you. Her eye is gold. The grin stretched across her face is slightly less manic. There’s no new stains on her jacket.

Good. You never really enjoyed the sight of your own blood.

You brace yourself for the incoming lecture. It never comes. She just reaches down and pulls you up without a word. The group keeps moving.

…

It isn’t until later— when the bots have vanished and you’re given a brief moment of peace— that she comes looking.

She finds you sitting on the tower, looking out over the vast forest. She could push you off, if she wanted to. You don’t know if you would stop her.

“Thanks,” she says, “for earlier, I mean. I appreciate it.”

You shrug. You had the lives to spare, she’s your ally, your friend. You’d give your life to her over and over again if she asked.

You’re not sure if she would do the same for you.

You try not to think about the gaping hole hiding below the grass, about your friend lying through her teeth, saying that she had no clue that there was an ambush waiting for you.

It doesn’t matter, you decide. You’d do it for her either way. You’d do it for any of them.

[hinamie]

for @cherryys who (rightfully!) hcs lategame megumi as having a bunch of scars befitting his status as resident punching bag

[ask2ps]

Spoiler!

[ Send “SPOILER!” and I’ll send a spoiler about the storyline. (CLOSED) ]

Possessing the 1P nations can make the 2P nations pretty sick… consider it like an advanced, interdimensional form of jetlag. There’s a variety of side effects, and some are more unpleasant than others. 

SYMPTOMS MAY INCLUDE NAUSEA, BODY ACHES, HOMESICKNESS, CONFUSION, HALLUCINATIONS, DISSOCIATION, HALLUCINATIONS, HALLUCINATIONS, HALLUCINATIONS

[anbaisai]

On the morning after Lydia's birthday, Mayu opens the door of Ramshackle to find a bag sitting on her doorstep. Wrapped neatly and with care, she opens it to find a card, along with something hidden by tissue paper.

Dear Mayu,

Thank you so much for the birthday gift! I couldn't believe you guys planned me a surprise party, it was so much fun ♡ (Though I feel sorry for whoever has to clean the Lounge after the "cake fight" started...)

While it's not much, I hope you enjoy this gift. Consider it a party favor lol ♡

Your friend,

Lydia ૮꒰˵• ﻌ •˵꒱ა

P.S - I may have... gotten some help...

After reading the card, she unwraps the tissue paper to find a handmade plushie, resembling a certain snake man from Scarabia. The plush was small, holding it in one hand easily. It was well-made, so many little detailed stitched on. His uniform, his hair, even his face, all embroidered with care.

As she was examining the plush, she was surprised to find a small magnet in his hand, silently wondering what it was for.

Little did she know, Jamil had gotten a similar plush, created to resemble Mayu. There was a magnet in the hand of her plush as well, allowing their two plushes to hold hands when together. There was even a plush of Grim, though it wasn't as well-made as the others, resembling more of a puffball than the tuna loving beast.

Meanwhile, at the abandoned dorm known as Ramshackle in Lydia's world...

Lydia sits on the dirty floor next to Ryuumi, doing her best with the needle in her hand. A laptop sits between them, with a video paused on the screen. The delinquent watches her in a mix of amusement and frustration, doing his best to make sure she doesn't hurt herself.

"Lyds, your hand is shaking. Give me the needle an' I'll finish it up." He says, leaning over and taking it from her hand before she could answer. He starts the video over, holding the fabric close as he squints his eyes.

"At least wear your glasses..." Lydia asks, moving to hand them to him. He immediately shakes his head, pushing her hand away.

"I got this, don't worry! I can see!" He reassures her, his eyes still squinted as he moves the fabric even closer.

He stays this way for a moment, unmoving, before reluctantly mumbling out, "... Give me the glasses." Pouting as his cheeks dusted in pink.

AWWHHHHH IT'S JAMIMAYU AS PLUSHIEESSS ❤❤❤❤ this is an excellent continuation of their plushie kingdom after mayugiri and jamicurry

You can guess that I couldn't help but draw them, look at them your honour they're so cute as nuis 💥

Lydia didn't have to gift anything back for her own birthday and yet she did, she's so sweet (just like her name!)... also I am very intrigued by this Ryuumi character 👀 I read your post on him and his addition is making things very interesting with Lydia...

And of course, the plushies can hold hands by popular demand

[sophiegoose]

Watching Sentinel Prime slowly but surely become the new Transformers tumblr sexyman has been deeply fascinating to witness

[static-scribblez]

somewhere, in another universe in revelator, this is what the machine in zoltar would canonically look like

[quirkle2]

[zombie au] yeagh

[stargatebarbie]

i feel the need to preface this one a little

i wanted to test some new watercolours & liners that I got so I needed something silly and low effort to paint and well. do you remember when people were making characters into autism creatures?

[st4rstudent]

I like the fact they're taller than him

[the-silmarillioning]

Oropher and Thranduil in Doriath.

Prince Oropher is a workaholic sometimes-over-protective-dad who manages the financial aspects of the kingdom of Doriath, as well as making sure the agencies that regulate the development of the infrastructure, military, rations and economics, etc. are working correctly. He's the Secretary of State, basically. All these qualities served him well when Menegroth was no more and he had to raise a whole new Kingdom in Greenwood. Rivendell and Lorien are elf settlements but small compared to the Oropherion halls which are basically a Menegroth 2.0. where most sindar survivors and green elves live.

As an adult and a King, Thranduil eventually realizes that the workaholic sometimes-over-protective-dad part is genetical. He thinks Oropher would find that hilarious. Somewhere in the Halls Of Mandos Oropher definitively does.

My stories and head canons: AO3

[woahjo]

best friend tendou is so odd. he's so odd. and he's so obsessed with you and he won't say anything. he's really been there for you through everything. pregnancy scares, black outs, breakups, birthdays, all of it, ever since the beginning of college. it's wrong to want you like this, but he does and he's so fucking obsessed with you he could die. he can't help it. and he sort of gets off on how wrong it feels... well, that and to the thought of you fantasizing about him, hand covering your slick center.

thinks all the time about what it would be like if you came onto him. if you crawled on all fours across the bedspread until your face was just in front of his and whispered that you know he thinks about you when he touches himself. tendou thinks constantly about what your eyes look like when you want to fuck someone, when you want to make them feel like a pervert for thinking exactly what you want them to. he can't stop.

he's seen you play with men like toys, teasing and taunting, and all he can thing about is being the next toy you play with. watching you with narrowed eyes and a slick smile while you go on and on and on about the most recent guy you're fucking. meanwhile, he's thinking about what it would be like if you leaned over and asked him if he wanted to be next.

[anachronic-cobra]

I think the fact that I'm attracted to every depiction of Lucifer where he's painted in a sympathetic light reveals deep-rooted issues in my mental state. With that said I need him bouncing and moaning on it

[pollyspark]

thinking more on the animal crossing-esque doodles from last night (moved to under the read more) and how botley fits perfectly as the player character

the post from last night (i deleted it because i loooooooooooove condensing)

[softcorecurcits]

Welcome home Wyatt!

[residentialsinyomakai]

Hey. Mckraken dump + misc doodles part 50. Throws these at you

Starting w these two! The human design belongs to @analog-smiles and I love it sm btw. Might draw it again in the future i say menacingly. The one on the left is me trying to get the hang of coloring him on digital +drawing full body!!!

I drew this guy more upset than usual yesterday because it wouldn't be your favorite character without inflicting pain on them 💕😋

And then these ones!! Expect more hino art soon because MAN. I love that awful ceo <33

Thats all for now!! Ty for looking at my stuff btw (-u•)~☆

[eyluvu]

the JOY when i see that stupid monster james p sullivan on my screen again