#anyway the ones to watch out for are impulse and scar. trust me on this too (also copium)

[legally-allowed-to-slime]

so that was a clickbaity topic — i don’t think kill count actually matters that much, sorry. as for tuff guys, i’m going to be honest, they’re not exactly a solid unit so much as three guys trapped in the same rubber band.

one might be inclined to think that the family would easily outmatch the Gs in a 6v6. and you’re not wrong. the top three most deadly lifers are grian, scar, and joel.

however, rather conveniently, the fourth most deadly lifer is scott. and kill count is not all that matters. if kill count was the most important factor in winning joel would have won three times over already. what matters is the timing of the kills.

i’m just going to use pearl as an example because i’m a pearl main. pearl’s only killed twice this season — one was to avenge her allies, and one was an intentional sacrifice. as a rule, she doesn’t kill a lot, at least not atrocious amounts like joel or scar, yet she outperforms nearly everyone consistently. this is because when she kills, it’s when it actually matters. and everyone kills each other before she can get to them, leaving her as one of the final few. scott is the same iirc. we can apply this strategy to the team as a whole.

what i’m saying is that, while the Gs are definitely outclassed by the family (while pearl and scott are decent at pvp, scar, joel, grian and gem are killing machines if so motivated), they don’t necessarily need to directly challenge them. the family is already pretty shaky, what with scar trying to kill joel and gem and joel calling grian their side-widow.

the 6Gs have the power of friendship on their side. because as much as they may argue, at the end of the day, pearl and scott are incredibly loyal, and being previous winners i have no doubt that they’ll happily die to give their teammates a boost. there are players that throw the game for the bit. pearl and scott are not them.

not to mention there are so many cross-alliances between the family and the Gs (are we calling them the Gs for real. the Gs were called the Gs because there were three of them. are we really going with it. ok i guess we are), and whatever, scott and gem may be the de facto leaders of their respective mega alliances, i don’t care, gem doesn’t respect scott anyway, i can’t really think of a good transition but gempearl is going to come in at some point. you just have to trust me on this point i don’t have statistics just copium

i did ask the traffic lights if it will be alright. they said i don’t know so idk man

actually if i was pearl i would also only be loosely connected to the rest of my allies and only stick with impulse because what do you mean literally half the server has been in the Gs, dead or alive. that’s objectively insane and if she took all of the alliances formed seriously she wouldn’t be able to spin with a knife without backstabbing someone

[ceratedfish24]

I just saw someone say that Scott has a hard time saying that he loves his teammates. I- have you watched Scott? Scott “‘We don’t need [ender]pearls, we already have the best Pearl’ right to Pearl’s face” Major? Scott “saying ‘I love you’ isn’t going to be a hard task for me cause that’s normal behavior for me” Major? Scott ‘“‘the sweetheart’ as deemed by Skizz, Impulse, and Grian” Major? Scott “‘I love you, say it back’” Major?????????? Scott the most loving person on the server other than maybe Skizz?????????????

“Scott is manipulative. He makes himself look good to protect his teammates.” “Manipulative” implies that Scott is lying. Scott stays true to his word. He’s one of the most earnest people on the server. If he isn’t going to defend someone, he tells them that he’s not going to defend them. If he says he’s going to do something for you, he’s going to get it done, which is why a lot of people value him as an ally. It might blow your mind, but Scott’s openness and honesty is what makes people trust him.

“Scott makes himself look strong.” Scott is strong. He wiped the floor with Impulse. He has escaped being chased so many times. He succeeded at a legendary and remarkably underrated bucket clutch. You think Scar’s bucket clutch was good? It was, but he was expecting to fall and onto flat land. Scott was knocked off of a tower onto a hillside. Nobody talks about that. He’s really good at PvP, and people know that. Additionally, Scott has never made himself look strong. He’s a very passive person. He doesn’t like starting fights. Bdubs is terrified of Scott, and Scott has only ever tried to be friendly to Bdubs. Bdubs just knows Scott’s reputation. Martyn is scared of Scott. Martyn has fought Scott first hand and won, and yet he did not want to make an enemy of Scott after Limited Life. Skizz picks a direct fight with a LOT of people, but he never picks a direct fight with Scott. He knows way too well how that fight’s going to go. Skizz will take on Lizzie and Scar and Tango, but he’ll never target Scott if he can avoid it. Scott knows that he’s strong. His MCC rankings are pretty solid proof. You can’t fault him for having genuine confidence in his PvP skills but not actually wanting to fight if he can avoid it. If he loses, that sucks. If he wins, he’s angered a team.

You’re calling him “manipulative” because his enemies are afraid of him and his allies trust him. That is what happens when an honest person is powerful. Most people who have had any experience with Scott know that Scott is not someone to mess with. After fighting Scott in Limited Life and being on his team in Secret Life, Impulse got WAY bolder on Scott’s team, because he trusts Scott to have his back, and Scott does have Impulse’s back. He’s constantly apologizing for Impulse and was very upset when he was asked to keep a trap secret from Impulse. Scott works so hard to be honest in a game where honesty is not always rewarded, and he does not deserve to be slandered like this, especially when nobody else is being treated like this.

Scott never makes himself out to be anything other than what he is. Lying doesn’t go well for him. He is just a guy trying to keep the fighting away from his teammates, and lying isn’t the best way to prevent that when so many people in this game are so clever or so quick to assume you’re lying anyway. Social games don’t have to be about control. Social games can be about building a reputation of integrity by having integrity.

This excludes Joel because Joel is too close to Scott in real life and will attack him because it’s funny to see your friend get irritated with you.

You know who will never say “I love you” in the life series?? Grian.

You know who was “manipulative” last session? Pearl knew there was a trap, promised not to tell her teammates, knew that Scott knew about the trap, and told him “why are we whispering? why are we crouching? there’s nothing there. you’re being paranoid”. Nobody says ANYTHING about that.

You know who likes to look strong? Bdubs, Jimmy, Ren, Impulse, and Skizz. Those are the ones who make themselves out to be bigger than they are, which is a normal strategy in a competitive situation. Bdubs loves to be LOUD and aggressive. Jimmy loves to puff his chest up and make threats, but he backs off the moment someone hits him back. Ren loves to take the lead (3rd Life, Double Life, and now Wild Life). Impulse loves to get aggressive and petty, and his confidence is often his end. Skizz LOVES to be overly aggressive once he’s allowed to kill, but he’s really bad at backing people into enough of a corner to keep them in a fight. Scott is quiet, because he doesn’t like the attention. Scott likes being distanced from the other Wild Life teams, because he likes being out of the way, but he went with the others anyway.

[ramshackle-roach]

i think one of the things i think is kinda unexplored with c!Wilbur is that he's the time capsule of the SMP. he's seeing the SMP from the perspective of somebody who didn't watch these people slowly change from these events, who didn't see what made them the way they are. And now he's back, and he's changed a bit, he's alive and wants to stay that way, to make amends, to grab at the throat of life and bite, but so has everyone else.

He talks to Tubbo, who he knows as a kid who's kind, and trusting, and a bit of a people pleaser (but we all have out flaws and that's far from the worst of it), and Tubbo has changed. He is still kind, and forgiving but he's had the burden of responsibility on his shoulders and has come out the other side changed.

He talks to Quackity, who....sure, he was ambitious, but he was reckless and impulsive and kind. And Quackity is different as well. He still greets them with a smile (a smile on a face marred with a scar that couldn't be from anything but a killing blow), but he's closed off, collected, tracking every move with his only working eye. He refused entrance to Wilbur, something he'd never have done on his own before. Quackity has been crushed between one too many boots, and has gone from coal to diamonds

Its so interesting that Wilbur then teams with Ranboo. One of the appeals of Tubbo and Ranboos relationship to me is that he didn't know Tubbo Before. Before the wars, the betrayals, the weight of his world on his shoulder. Ranboo doesn't have the same expectations of Tubbo as everyone else. They're a blank slate to Tubbo and Wilbur both. They're someone who Wilbur doesn't make instinctual assumptions about. A perfect stranger.

Anyways coming back and the world has changed but you haven't. Coming back and not knowing how your brother will respond to your jokes, how your father's expression will shift when he sees your face, how your old fling friend will react to your taunts. Coming back to a world gone wrong.

[plusvanity]

Some silly little HCS for my fics:

NPD x NPD

-you might think this is the worst combo imaginable and you're damn right, except that they actually make it work because Abbath is overt while Varg is (for the most of the time) covert

-they're practicing mirroring and enabling one another to do stupid and impulsive shit, so they only get worse

-cocky bastards, inflated sense of self, grandiosity and all that jazz that basically hides raging insecurities. One wants to live it up like Lemmy Kilmister while the other is dreaming of being a dictator

-the empty schizoid core dilemma: Abbath is a fucking alcoholic because he cannot stand his own emptiness on a sober and lucid mind. Varg is arguably better because he wants to remain sober and as sharp as possible because he knows that when he drinks a little whisky he's the bottom of Abbath's jokes

-the Dead Mother concept

-Varg inevitably becomes overt because his false ego grows like a tumor on Abbath and it makes things harder for both of them

-narcissistic rage and pity parties

-they never actually give one another narcissistic supply because Varg is too fucking proud to admit he likes taking it up the ass while Abbath doesn't know how to talk with mean girls (especially those who piss while standing, have scars on their faces and like setting shit on fire)

-pyromaniacs, thought it was worth mentioning

-friends with benefits is just an excuse for being deprived together

-Abbath actually makes the fatal mistake to fall in love with Varg and he's massively disappointed when he sees Varg growing a beard instead of tits but he's sad and lonely anyway so he'll take whatever he gets. He's no high maintenance

-Varg is an asshole and breaks Abbath's heart as if it wasn't enough that Abbath breaks his liver every night in Apollon

-neither one is optimistic about the future and that's for a good reason

NPD x ASP

-you would assume that this isn't healthy because Varg can do the automatic bitch move of 'swallowing' Pelle's personality whole but he doesn't. He behaves exemplarily because he's desperate to find someone to love him despite being a sore loser

-the shared fantasy: they both live like elves in Tolkien's little fairytale (although Pelle lives like a strigoi in Transylvania) because real life just sucks and because they're both so deeply misunderstood

-both are very bad at communication, especially Pelle, but Varg is naturally quite observant and tries to find out what's bothering his lover. When Varg is silent, it is mostly because he's either entirely collapsed (narcissistic collapse) or his ego is injured. Pelle usually gives him space, but if Varg doesn't get better in a few days, he'll eventually try to talk with him, which is very tricky because Pelle doesn't speak Norwegian

-nerdy sleepovers braiding their hair together and watching Pelle Svanslös (the 1981 version)

-both are big introverts, but the difference between them is that Pelle is asocial while Varg is prosocial (he still needs narcissistic supply even if he prefers solitude instead of human interaction. It's quite complex and disappointing)

-they both read one another like open books because they have seen everything the other can offer (the good, the ugly and that weird thing in between)

-Pelle's emptiness and ego-death is different from Varg's narcissistic emptiness, but they find comfort in one another no matter what. The most powerful thing that Pelle told Varg was 'if you don't have any sense of self and you are just a mirror that can reflect anything, why not try to reflect me instead of the anger of your parents?' because in this way, Pelle gave Varg a chance to be a better, less hateful and less vindictive version of himself. Of course Varg is still struggling and probably always will

-they desperately need love and they're emotionally depended on one another. Once Pelle cracked Varg's defense mechanisms and vice-versa there was no turning back, they had to be the other's salvation

- trust issues rule over them. Very careful with people around them, they're both paranoid and highly protective with each other

-Varg doesn't look for narcissistic supply in Pelle because he doesn't want to take all of Pelle's energy. It's a boundary that he has for himself in order not to ruin their relationship, so he uses fanboys like Fenriz to tell him how great he is and all this nonsense

-they do love each other deeply. Even if they never experienced true love before, they know that their feelings are true and it's the only thing that makes life bearable

NPD x ASPD

-this is where all the scary shit begins

-every failed psychopath is a narcissist (this should tell you a lot about narcissistic rage because they can't be anything but angry losers)

-partners in crime (or rather Varg is Faust's little chewing toy)

-what happens when you take the ego and the super-ego of an individual? You're right. All you're left with is great, kinky sex. (Freud would've laughed. It's a good joke, actually)

-Faust can and will make Varg worse. It's a matter of time until he breaks Varg's core

-church burnings, vandalism, robbery, murder, gay sex, cannibalism and whatever else you would expect from two mentally deranged, ego-dystonic young and highly hormonal bastards

-Faust's chronic and incurable boredom is just what makes him get an interest in Vikernes in the first place. What they have is not a relationship to him, but an opportunity to have fun

-manipulation, gaslighting, abuse, etc. It's basically a Killing Stalking situation but Varg isn't going down without a fight or a good fuck

-drunk non-consensual coitus

-one of the dirtiest moves Faust does on Varg is shaving his head of after a nasty fight, so he strips him of all of his integrity and dignity to show him who's the boss (for a bit of context: it's Varg's fault that he tried to run off with their stolen money)

-they do a lot of crazy shit but get rid of the evidence. They firmly believe the police are dumb enough not to get them

-the empty schizoid core x2 again, although one of them is even worse

-Faust is able to get Vikernes through the full cycle of narcissistic emotional outbursts from total collapse to needy borderline to secondary sociopathy while Varg is only able to get Faust pissed

-buried past, non existent future, just live in the moment. Carpe diem, brothers ✌✌✌

-the lone wolf and the hungry tiger archetypes. The consumption is visceral and that's all I have to say

[redwinterroses]

Boatem, on any given day, was probably gonna be two things:

Obviously, the first was “chaotic.” That surprises no one, yeah? Raise your hand if you’re surprised that Boatem was chaotic. 

See? No hands. It's a thing that is known. You got your end crystals and tree wars and mountains going up over night and ravagers raining from the heavens… Boatem was the home-sweet-home of chaos. And it lived there very comfortably.

But the second trait that Boatem had, on every day that end in Y, wasn’t quite as obvious. 

It was "secretive."

Hah. Yeah, I see your quirked eyebrow of skepticism. Look buddy, I had a bird’s eye view of the whole thing and I can tell you this for sure: the only reason none of those morons got caught out in their big secrets was that they were all too busy being cartoonishly self-conscious to notice literally everyone else doing the same thing.

That thing being, specifically: pretending to be human.

Yeah. You heard me. Human. Pretending. As in: none of that lot are human in any way, shape, and only occasionally in form.

Take Mumbo for example. Dear old Mumbo Jumbo, my personal nemesis—and also the member of Boatem I got to see up close and personal the most.

Lucky me.

He somehow managed to hide it right under everyone else’s nose, which I can only chalk up to years of trusting friendship mixed with a hilarious lack of awareness. His shapeshifting abilities have never been more unstable than they were in Boatem—maybe it was the chaos bleeding through, or the way that world was a bit unstable even from the very beginning… Either way, he turned into a living potato right in front of all of them and they barely blinked. 

A potato.

Night after night I had to listen to him pacing around in his storage room, muttering to himself about how dangerous it was to be a shapeshifter living with a bunch of humans. How he was putting a lot at risk and what fibs he was going to tell to play it off as some sort of joke or prank. I started keeping a scratch tally of how many times he said “Oh dear. Oh dear."

I ran out of space about two weeks in.

But it’s not like any of his neighbors were going to notice anyway. “Living with a bunch of humans,” my big wishbone. 

Human. Hah. Right, like “human” Pearl—the alien who ducked her feathery antennae in her hair any time someone came around, who floated around her base like gravity was frickin' optional? Pearl, who nearly got caught with her antennae out every time someone ran past and jumped like a skittish rabbit enough to raise anyone’s suspicions… Except her clueless Boatem pals.

Or “human” Scar, who never even hides his vexy teeth when he grins, but somehow everyone acts like they don’t notice. Maybe he uses some sort of glamor on them—not like I’d know. Magic is ticklish territory for my type. All I know is that for someone who loudly proclaims to be human—a thing no human has ever actually had to do—he didn’t go to much effort to act like one. 

And then there’s that Impulse guy. I’m not sure what he is, but the one time he got close enough to peck he nearly roasted my tail feathers. Plus it seemed like all you had to do was say his name and he’d just… show up.

Downright creepy if you ask me. Not like no one ever does. Don't bother talkin' to the guy who has a view of everything for 18 chunks--no, just blame him for your dumb redstone door breaking.

Anyway. The one Mumbo seemed most desperate to hide his “secret” from was… that other one. I don’t even like to say his name, to be perfectly honest with you but I know you know who I’m talking about. The wing-appropriator. The merry prankster. The one who watches you with eyes so dark you never know where he’s looking. 

And people say I have beady black eyes.

I don’t even know why Mumbo bothered trying to hide it from Gr… from him. Or why he was trying to hide what he was from the rest of them. Or how they never noticed the extra pairs of wings that would sometimes flutter about, or how he always saw when people were trying to prank him—even if it looked like he was asleep. 

But I’ll admit it was hilarious watching them dance around each other like a couple of hens avoiding a creeper—except both of them were hens and they each thought the other was a creeper. 

Somehow—somehow—none of them ever noticed the others. Who needs camouflage when you've got friends this oblivious? Anyway, come on—we all know none of them would actually care if they revealed their precious secrets.

I kinda hope they never do, though. Five best friends, none of whom are human, all convinced that they're the only alien-vex-demon-shapeshifter-thing-nonhuman in the bunch?

That's a joke even this bird-brain can appreciate.

[mizumech]

My thoughts on Skizz and Team TIES

Much like Jimmy, I do not watch him often at all.

Yet, his story within the games compels me. The tale of a brave and kind man, an angel; who is yet to discover falling from heaven hurts.

Or maybe he has. Maybe he just falls anyways.

Because he is kind. He doesn’t play the game like he should. He understands, fundamentally when he is done for and when to give in. And yet, he doesn’t really care. And not in a brash, Joel way.

In Third Life, his ‘last words’ are his ‘last wishes’, for the enemy and allies to get back in fight, and also ‘I love you and hate them’. Not too different from Limited Life. This time he is surrounded by his allies, still fighting the good fight to the last. But he has utilised his knowledge. He is at a point where he is doomed and he knows it. (And maybe that is just as similar to Third Life. Does he not say ‘Oh? You’re out for blood? Well come and get it!’?) He is at this impasse, when the server is contemplating what the loss of their canary means and shifting its alliances around one last time.

And he chooses to stand by his team. This is a team he knows well. Etho of Dogwarts and Team BEST. Tango from memories long blurred by the Watchers and Team BEST. Impulse from so many memories, so many pasts, from a world not too different from theirs, high up in the sky. He knows he would die for them. As he does.

He tells Impulse and Tango, and they’re agitated yes, but resigned. They’ve known Skizz longer than Etho. They know Skizz will not change his mind. They’re stunned but not shocked. They knew the minute he said it had been an honour. ‘What are you doing?’ is just an honorific because they have known each other for so long. And then they try to rationalise. How much time does Skizz have? Can we somehow get him a kill? Would Skizz be willing to get one?

That’s the magic of Limited Life. It’s desperation. Allies can become merely bloodbag in the haze of it. They’re closest to you. They would be so easy to kill. And yet: Team TIES chooses ally over time. They trust each other. They are ties that bind.

And then Impulse immediately says this thirty minutes must go Etho.

They’ve immediately rationalised the situation. Skizz has 23 minutes. Killing him will give Etho 30 minutes and he has the least time of all of us. This is a net gain.

In this game, you are never really climbing. You are only ever falling. Dying loses you more time than killing gains you.

So Etho finally gets to Windsor, dejected from a stolen kill and totally not ready for whatever emotional thing this will be. Only for Skizz to give him his axe, a pufferfish, and an order.

It’s almost strange. The history of Dogwarts stretches way before Skizz and Etho ever joined. They never watched Red Winter rise like scared children. They as knights of Dogwarts were only borne into Red Winter.

Yellow holds a strange connotation on this server. Of peace, of violence. Yellow is vulnerable, yellow is strong. It is heads, it is tails, and it is the light that catches on the rim of the coin. Golden apples tell of the alliances and golden apples tell of the violence that follows.

Pufferfish can mean peace. Grian and Scar shared one in Third Life. So did Jimmy and Scott. And Scott is still trying. Pufferfish can mean violence and toxicity. Martyn died to one. Scott is trying to force it on Jimmy. He’s still trying.

But this isn’t about them.

Skizz permadies often with golden apples on him and uses them as a symbol of loyalty to his faction and as gifts. In the one season he missed, golden apples were banned.

By this time in Limited Life, resources are scarce. He’s used his golden apples up already fighting Bdubs and gifting to him. But he has a pufferfish.

He wants Etho to decide.

This is a turning point in Etho’s life. Just as it was in Dogwarts. Skizz knows Etho will remember what he’s trying to insinuate.

It’s this, right before Skizz heads to his death, unknowing of Etho’s fate whatsoever.

Will Etho use it? Skizz will have no idea. Will he use it to stay alive, to get back to his allies? Will he use it in a trap? Will he use it to kill an enemy, and Void forbid, a friend?

And perhaps, it does not matter. Skizz has borne his struggles as best he could. As kind as he could’ve possibly managed.

Etho raises the axe over him. This axe is nearing the end of its life the same way its owner is.

And then come the affirmations, the sweet nothings and everythings at the same time. Maybe they’ll be able to make it up to each other in the next game. Maybe they’ll all forget any of these ever happened.

As the axe comes down, Etho wishes Skizz was better at the game. And there is a whisper. A trembling one, that he hopes will at least reach Etho’s ears.

“Me too.”

Maybe they don’t mean the same thing. Skizz has never regretted kindness.

Maybe Etho really did mean it as an insult. Maybe he’s calling Skizz naive. Maybe he’s calling him unskilled. But better at the game doesn’t mean better player.

I don’t think Etho would ever want Skizz to change as a player. They’ve been allied every season. He’s kind, he’s honest, and he’s brave, and maybe too much.

Maybe that’s what he’s talking about. The games are not always kind to the kind people. It is not kind to those who play by the rules.

And Skizz falls. And it hurts. And he doesn’t care. Because all he wants is to see team TIES through to the final countdown.

Yes, he wishes he knew the right way to hold an axe and the right time to block. He wishes he could’ve continued fighting by his team.

But he doesn’t regret kindness. He will never regret kindness.

[gumy-shark]

okayh okay HI you said you wanted to know about the freedom/passion dichotomy thing? ive got the graph and i am going to do my best to explain this to you despite me barely having a grasp of it on myself. THIS IS VERY LONG IM SORRY.

so the first thing you need to know is this just started as a way to split my ocs and help me make character arcs and motivations, and it became a little bit of a habit to categorize my favorite characters this way as well. its is in no means a perfect dichotomy, and im constantly looking for ways to refine it, but for now the best way ive found to illustrate it is this:

basically its which think they represent most... or what they value the most? idk its kind of a case-by-case basis and is dictated by Vibe. like I said THIS IS VERY FLAWED so bare with me pls

when i first started watching lmk i sorted all of the characters i knew into either category. this was within the first four/five days are watching so some of it might be.. off? but i think its still worth something as my first impression of the characters, and it'll probably help illustrate what i mean

Wukong -> Freedom Macaque -> Passion Wukong and Macaque have this thing where one has too much freedom and is learning to temper that with passion (wukong) and the other has too MUCH emotion and is trying everything he can to gain true freedom (macaque) (this is true even when he isn't under LBD's control but is esp prevalent then). they each value the opposite thing they stand for and are trying to be more like the other, without even realizing it. MK -> Freedom Dont get me wrong! He very much has passion! He holds a lot of emotion in that body! but a lot of that passion is the passion for freedom. he just wants to be able to be himself and hang out with his friends, he doesn't do well with all this responsibility :C Mei -> Passion Does this need defending? High sense of duty (mainly towards her ancestors and her friends), and so incredibly passionate. and impulsive. She spits fire when angry! Nothing more to be said honestly. Red Son -> Passion Is a really good parallel to Mei, has too much passion to fit in his body. [In the original notes, I noted that he was 'scared of true freedom, but doesn't know that yet. I'm pretty sure this references his relationship to his parents? Smth smth he's too scared of making them angry so he doesn't explore who he is outside of his relation and loyalty to them?] Pigsy -> Passion this man doesn't need freedom when he as his passion for food. what does he need to be free from? he has everything he wants HEART EMOJI! Tang -> ...Its complicated The thing with tang is that he kind of gets like a character arc with like. Responsibility and his care for his friends? He goes from low passion/high freedom to low freedom/high passion over the course of the show. please note that i am insane about him and if i really wanted i could write a whole essay about him. Sandy -> ??? ONCE AGAIN ITS WEIRD. I WISH THE SHOW FOCUSED MORE ON HIS CHARACTER AND BACKSTORY BC I CANT GET A READ ON HIM.

okay thats the main cast, and HERES THE ALIGNMENT CHART ACCORDING TO THAT. WITH OTHERS AS WELL.

theres not a lot of people without any value of freedom and passion at the same time so the grey area is pretty empty LMAO.

ANYWAYS. I BROUGHT THIS UP TO BEGIN WITH BECAUSE OF THE CHARACTERS WITH EYE SCARS TRIFECTA!!! Basically i see them all of how i described macaque earlier. He's trapped in a situation that he doesn't want to be in, whether it be LBD's control or his situation wiht wukong or his own creepy and standoffish persona/his trust issues making it hard to make real connections with others.

(in contrast wukong loves doing his own thing and just Hanging Out and never stopping his own momentum, but he also has trouble caring about... a lot of things actually. he's just soo easygoing! responsibility harshes his vibe!)

But anyways, macaque's problems are very similar to quackity and tempest's, i feel. Quackity constantly feels trapped by physical threats like techno or dream, and also his own circumstances and trauma (a lot of it from schlatt and manburg). a lot of his actions are him trying to reclaim the freedom he used to feel when he was younger. tempest felt she couldn't be truly herself without her horn, but in trying to get it she got herself in a really bad situation where any wrong move could get her killed.

The passion part comes in play in different ways for them all. Quackity tried not to care about people for a while, but still can never stop being extremely loyal and protective of his friends. Tempest had lots of rage inside her and was so intensely driven to get to her goal. And Macaque canNOT stop obsessing over wukong honestly. All three of them are very passionate, and all three of them are constantly trying to gain more freedom.

This is a super long ask, but thank you for inviting me to ramble about this lmao. I think everyone represents freedom or passion in their own way, and this dichotomy really only matters for characters BUT I THINK ITS FUN. THANK YOU FOR COMING TO MY TEDTALK!!!!!

i had a whole Thing written out and i was so proud of it and then my phone decided to delete it before i could post and not save as draft. but yeah im putting this chart in the microwave and then eating it and then putting it in the fridge so i can keep it overnight and microwave and eat it again. this is so fucking Good. in their attempts for freedom macaque cquack and tempest all disown the people they were when they Were free, bc they want to be unbound entirely, but they Feel too deeply for that to ever be a possibility for them. so they do the next best thing and try to pass those "lessons" they've learned on to others OUGH it makes me sick!!!

[indigo-flightly-falls]

Indigo you should tell me about Dogwarts

-@10piecechickenmcnugget

*tail starts wagging at incredibly high speeds*

As a warning this post is going to be all over the place and long because I Have Thoughts about these blockmen.

So first off, they are so fucking loyal to each other. I am stressing that because they came together during 3rd Life. The season of loyalty, but also betrayal. Dogwarts is the only team besides Flower Husbands to have not turned on each other at any point at all. (besides Martyn planning to betray Ren. But that's not canon so-)

And also they're just so fun to watch? Like you see them in any non-dogwarts pov and you think they're scary and they know what they're doing at all times, and then you watch a dogwarts pov and they're. goofing around. Ren and Martyn are roleplaying while Skizz and Etho do their own thing. BigB is somewhere. Maybe in the caves. Do they have a plan? No. But they're going to fight anyway.

Also they had a snowball fight with Grian & Scar at one point. During Impulse's 6th episode at the end you can see it. They called for a snowball fight in the middle of a war. What was happening.

And on the note of Impulse, Ren, Etho & Skizz all trusted him. Martyn was a bit suspicious but he trusted Ren's judgement. They all let Impulse into the group because he gave them some arrows. And where did it get them? Impulse killed two of them. Martyn's second life and Etho's final life.

Also Etho & Impulse during 3rd Life is actually just tragic. They were friends for a while, and Etho never distrusted Impulse until the end of episode 7. They were based together. They literally lived together. And the Impulse is a traitor. And he permakilled Etho in the end. And then until Limited Life they were basically enemies. (Traffic! Etho & Impulse is a topic for another day tho)

Actually if I'm talking about duos and how they interacted, Etho and Skizz. They've never not been teamed and they're so fun to watch. They just have a way of working together and it's amazing to watch. Most underrated traffic duo in my opinion. Like, they were working together at the end of episode one. They've been teamed the entirety of the traffic games and I think that's really interesting.

Actually Etho & Skizz seem to mirror to Ren & Martyn. They had basically never interacted before 3rd Life, but they've always allied together afterwards. They've both partaken in a execution of each other, to give an advantage to the team (Ren was killed by Martyn so he could actually attack Scar instead of being forced to only use self defense, and Skizz was killed by Etho so that Etho could have a bit longer to live). I am going crazy about this whole thing

I don't have as many thoughts about BigB because I'm still currently working thought his pov so take a very mini rant:

I love the traffic fandom, I do but like. STOP EXCLUDING BIGB FROM DOGWARTS. Yes, he was absent during session 7. He was still part of the team. He's a red banner. He's also always been teamed with Ren. Dogwarts, The Fairy Fort/The Shadow Alliance, the Box Boys. They've always been teamed and I think more people need to acknowledge that.

You've probably already heard a bunch about Renchanting. I love them but like. Could people stop filling up the Dogwarts tag with just Renchanting? Please? Please stick to your own tag. I just want content of my five silly guys.

And going back to Dogwarts as a whole, they react so fast to everything. Like that time when Etho went out to try to rob Desert duo and got killed? Within like three minutes, max, almost all of dogwarts was there. They prioritized Etho's wellbeing over anything else in that moment. And when Martyn killed Ren, Skizz was ready to fight Martyn without a second thought. And when session 8 started, and BigB was vulnerable, they all went to make sure he could get out from the caves without dying.

And also a fun fact I will never get over, Skizz forged the Red Winter axe if I'm remembering correctly. Skizz's impact on that whole thing is so direct, but next to nobody knows about it. And another thing I remember, is that when Skizz stormed the Crastle, nobody went in trying to get the axe. They all went to stop (or at least help) Skizz, who rushed in. His bloodlust overcame everything else, and he ran. But not before giving everyone a golden apple. Which was also the last thing Etho ate to try to keep himself alive.

And I remember seeing a comment about both sides losing at the end of session 7. Grian & Scar seemed like they lost because two people on their team died and the desert trap didn't work. Dogwarts was out numbered. They had lost a teammate to being permakilled, and one to being a traitor. They were 3 against 8. And then 4 against 8 by session 8. But they were still outnumbered. There was next to no way they could've won. Maybe if Skizz hadn't died, they'd have more of a chance. Maybe not.

It's two years to late to wonder about what-ifs anyways.

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Flower symbolism time :DDD

Also known as I have a list of flowers that make me think of dogwarts.

Alliums - strength, you're perfect Catchweed - Clinging, do not let go Pink hyacinth - harmless mischief Forget me not - Do not forget me, remembering, links to the past Black rose - beauty, farewell, impending death Yellow rose - caring, platonic love, welcome back, friendship Meadow clover - Revenge, I promise Ivy - Endurance, dependence Holly - Defense, difficult victory attained, enchantment, good luck, am I forgotten Yew - Leadership, silence, honor Zinnia - Absent friends, friendship, loyalty, thoughts about absent friends Yucca - A friend in need, best friends Immortal flower - Cheerfulness under adverse conditions, immortal remembrance, eternity Bluebonnet - Forgiveness, self-sacrifice, survival pink bluebonnet - memories of those who died, struggle to survive Garden heliotrope - Devoted attachment, devotion, eternal love Dogwood - Durability, duration Cedar - Goals, I live for thee, I live you you, think of me, strength Milkweed - Hope in misery

....I think you get the point. These guys have a lot of flowers.

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Anyways it took at least 45 minutes (probably closer to an hour) but here's my thoughts on Dogwarts :D

Now my laptop is begging for an update so if you don't hear from me for a few days you know why (<- has a laptop that hates updating).

[casspurrjoybell-27]

Our Hearts Collide - Chapter 23 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Simon

A breath I hadn't known I was holding escaped my parted lips.

It wasn't that seeing Vince didn't take my breath away, it was the fact that he willingly let his wolf out that did.

He had been so adamant about waiting and feeling terrified at the idea that even now, I wondered what his thought process was behind his decision.

I knew Vince wouldn't have willingly agreed to do this if he still had reservations about his wolf around me, which meant that he trusted his wolf to a great extent.

Maybe not a hundred percent but with enough confidence than he ever did before.

That thought alone was breathtaking but not nearly as much as feeling his wolf's presence in front of me.

His wolf exuded confidence and stood even a little straighter in Vince's body, with his eyes intent on mine.

Years ago, I would have found them too intense, intimidating even but they were neither of those things.

The golden hue in his eyes glowed even though the sun hadn't set yet.

They were still Vince's eyes and his face but just from watching how his wolf moved in his skin, it was clear that his wolf was in complete control.

He was still standing where Vince had within arm's reach.

On the one hand, I didn't know what to expect from him, whether his wolf would react on impulse to get closer to me or would be as hesitant as Vince was but judging from his body language, his wolf was erring on the side of caution.

Slowly, his wolf raised his hand palm up, looking down at them.

He clenched and unclenched them as if adjusting to the human form before looking back at me with more relaxed features.

"Hey," I said above a whisper, raising my hand to meet his.

He looked down at it before meeting my gaze, then tilted his head slightly.

He didn't move his hand back to his chest, so I reached forward until our fingertips were just an inch apart.

"It's nice to meet you finally. Like this, anyway."

His eyes blinked a few times before a slight smile appeared on his face.

Tentatively, his hands lowered into my outstretched ones.

I interlaced our hands together and took a small step towards him. "Mate," he voiced, almost surprised he managed to speak.

Vince's wolf had a deeper voice than his.

My wolf hummed contently at the sound and his proximity.

If given a chance, my wolf would've gladly taken over just to be in Vince's wolf's presence but I had sorted it out with him that we needed to be cautious for both of their sakes.

While still a bit brooding, he knew that taking it slowly like this would be better for us in the long run.

He squeezed my hand back, mimicking the way Vince did, before closing the gap between us.

"Yes," I said, the bond between us thrumming.

"Mates."

Vince's wolf was completely gentle with everything he did, from how he held my hand to how he traced the veins on my arm.

He was in a trance, taking in every part of me slowly and deliberately as if memorizing every millimeter.

The last time his wolf had been in front of me had been in a precarious situation, where the suppressants and uncontrollable instincts had dominated his wolf's behavior.

On top of that, it didn't help that I hadn't been in a mentally safe place then, which only made the situation more dangerous but this... this was Vince's wolf in his most authentic form, no longer clouded by suppressants or unbalanced instincts.

As I relaxed into his touch, his hands traced up my arms, occasionally looking into my eyes.

He'd wait for me to nod or guide his hands further, always asking me if things were alright without a word.

Vince had told me that his wolf wasn't that talkative to anyone besides him but he didn't need words to show how much he cared.

His hands would stop when they reached the underside of my forearm, resting along one of the many scars that hadn't entirely faded from my youth.

Only then would his jaw clench and his lips purse.

He'd move onto the next one, then to another, before settling on the one he had inflicted when he appeared in this very room when Chase had walked in on us.

It could barely be called a scar anymore, just two fine lines that remained from that incident.

He emitted a low growl, barely even a sound, as he glared at the spot.

I rested my hand against his chin.

"You didn't mean it," I said.

"It's okay."

His growl dissipated into a hum but he continued to stare at the spot on my arm.

"It's nearly invisible," I continued, running a finger over the spot.

"I forget it's there half the time."

He pursed his lips but it was the truth.

His gold eyes trailed up to my face.

"I hurt you."

My wolf whined as I shook my head.

"No."

His frown deepened.

"We both did. Why he doesn't trust me."

I sucked in a breath.

"That was a long time ago."

"It could happen again," his words were meek.

"No," I told him.

"I trust you and Vince trusts you too."

He hummed, still seemingly unsure about it but content in my words.

"Here," I said, gesturing to the couch.

"Sit with me."

I could see the apprehension in his face as I tugged on his hand, guiding him across the room.

He stopped short as I sat down as if he was a dog scolded too many times for being on the couch.

Only after the fifth time I patted the cushion beside me did he sit down but this time more than an arm's reach away from me.

I scooted closer to him with a frown before wrapping my arms around his torso.

He stiffened until he realized that I was only hugging him.

"Would I have allowed this if I didn't trust you?" I whispered, making a point to look directly into his eyes.

They blinked a few times before glancing at the floor.

"No," he said after a few moments of silence.

The corner of my lips raised.

"And would Vince allow this if he didn't either?"

He shook his head.

"Exactly."

I loosened my grip around his stomach.

"You've waited a long time for this."

[herecomesmary]

I live this constant fear of losing control of my own shit. When we met, I wanted to be at my best all the time. Always happy. Always shining. Always calm and poised. Beautiful. I knew it wouldn't last long cause I'm, in fact, those things but not just that. I was looking at the black metal door that holds all other impulses that live inside my mind. The door of an endless dungeon, humid walls, sticky floor, very Pandoras box. It opened. I noticed something was wrong when I couldn't focus my eyes on anything anymore, and I didn't notice how I was scratching my arm with all my strength. When I left the car it was the biggest impulse on running away. It was clear I've had blown this up completely. And it was indeed my fault. I exposed my feelings without knowing what you were thinking. Part of me knew it wasn't the same. I mean, I knew you didn't feel the same. But it was out of happiness I wanted to tell you. Cause I trust you so much, and you could never do anything to hurt me, so I figured I should say it to you. Even if you couldn't hand me the same. But the flaming red flag was there, pointing at me. Everything escaped my control. And the voice was so loud. Everything was flaming red. Because of me. I almost ran randomly, but i walked forward. Didn't want to see anything, to hear anything, to feel anything. I started counting ways that could make me fall out of love with you, so we could be that same page. And you showed up.

It was like being hit by a lightning. I came back to present so fast when I saw your face it took me a while to recognize where I was. You were shaking. I don't remember much what I said to you cause my mind was going up and down. I could never apologize enough for making you go through this. That's when I realized I might be wrong. It was so clear to me we would be so good together. Crystal clear. I'm not sure about anything I saw anymore, but its all because of me. Because I am like this. I probably got too ahead of myself, again. My heart was once very calm and certain. Now I'm very certain I took the most precious moment and threw it against the wall. I saw you in front of me crying and could never forgive myself to make you experience such pain, and fear. When I told you I wasn't the right person for you the age gap was one of the last things on the list. What happened was top 1. I will never be completely stable, 100%. I work hard to have bigger and bigger periods of time without loosing it, without a crisis. But it happens. And you're good, you're smart, you're beautiful, and sensitive. You shouldn't want a person like me by your side. You have your own scars to lick and heal. This is too much for anyone.

I'm gonna keep waiting anyways cause I know I'll try not to feel so much about you and fail. If you decide to meet me at this point, I'll give everything I have to make you happy. If it's a no, I have no ideia how to stay away completely, but I'll try hard enough since it's your wish, and after, watch you from afar.

[rayveewrites]

for the ask thing: botem playing keep away with impulses com while hes on the phone with skizz?

<Skizzleman> Hey dude.

<Skizzleman> Impy.

<ImpulseSV> Hey?

<Skizzleman> I’ve got a fun idea for the next N&S

<ImpulseSV> Oh? Do tell.

<Skizzleman> Well, I was thinking, y’know.

<ImpulseSV> dangerous.

<Skizzleman> Hey! Anyway, with 1.18 coming up soon

<Skizzleman> Maybe the next one could be on a snapshot?

<ImplulseSV> asdfecazxz

<Skizzleman> Dude? You okay?

<Skizzleman> Was that a yes or a no?

<ImpulseSV> What’s N&S?

<Skizzleman> …Naked and Scared? Hardcore challenge? Are you alright?

<ImpulseSV> Oh, the thing Impulse keeps disappearing off to every now and hen?

<Skizzleman> Who is this?

<ImpulseSV> Oh, I’m Pearl! I’m one of the new hermits :D

<Skizzleman> Nice to meet you!

<Skizzleman> Did you steal my buddy’s comm?

<ImpulseSV> Well.

<ImpulseSV> He should’ve known better than to text during a meeting.

<Skizzleman> So what are you doing right now then?

<ImpulseSV> cvbhjnbvcbgbhnjnhj

<Skizzleman> Pearl?

<ImpulseSV> Oh, hey, Skizzleman!

<ImpulseSV> Can I interest you in some copper?

<Skizzleman> …Hi, Scar.

<Skizzleman> How are you gonna get it across servers?

<ImpulseSV> I have my ways.

<ImpulseSV> Just trust me.

<Skizzleman> …If 3rd Life taught me one thing.

<Skizzleman> It’s that you cannot be trusted.

<ImpulseSV> Rude! I’ll have you know that this is top-quality copper.

<Skizzleman> …Sure, dude. I’m pretty sure you aren’t whitelisted on my personal world?

<ImpulseSV> Well, there’s one warhgjkgvchdgh

<ImpulseSV> sdgfh;gvjh ygh

<Skizzleman> Again?

<ImpulseSV> What’s going on?

<ImpulseSV> Oh, you were talking about your hardcore thing.

<Skizzleman> Is this Grian or Mumbo?

<ImpulseSV> Grian.

<Skizzleman> Cool. How’re you doing, dude?

<ImpulseSV> Oh, y’know.

<ImpulseSV> Sitting on the mast of Pearl’s starter house.

<ImpulseSV> Watching Impulse trying and failing to land on a one-block wide platform to get his comm back.

<ImpulseSV> Oh he made it! Shame his balance was so wonky.

<Skizzleman> You pushed him off, didn’t you?

<ImpulseSV> I would never!

<ImpulseSV> ANYWAY, while I have you here.

<ImpulseSV> Do you think you’re up for a second season of 3rd Life?

<ImpulseSV> I’m still hashing out the details rn. Might rename it, we’ll have to see.

<Skizzleman> Sure dude, sounds fun!

<Skizzleman> Give me the deets once you’ve worked them out?

<ImpulseSV> Great! I’ll DM you later

<ImpulseSV> dfcghbnkjlmjkbhjvghfcvh nb

<ImpulseSV> 8765rtfthhukiopl;/’;lkjhg

<Skizzleman> Again?

<ImpulseSV> 67y8uikj bvdzxhvm ‘’[87tf

<ImpulseSV> OKAY I GOT MY COMM BACK.

<ImpulseSV> Mumbo managed to butterfingers it into the boatem hole so it respawned on me.

<ImpulseSV> Snapshot N&S sounds interesting.

<Skizzleman> Wanna chat later then?

<ImpulseSV> …Yes.

<ImpulseSV> when my friends aren't playing keep-away with my comm

<ImpulseSV> stdrfyhgvhkjchfx

<ImpulseSV> How does anyone manage to lose their comm all the way out here?

<Skizzleman> Who’s got it this time?

<ImpulseSV> TFC

<Skizzleman> Nice to meet you!

[legally-allowed-to-slime]

Can’t even lie man I’ve been offline all day and i immediately went to your blog to read your takes on the session and Pearl n gem n co. after watching some wild life. Thanks for having the best takes lol

genuinely, it’s an honour. crazy to me that anyone would come to this blog for good takes, they never make any sense and i’m always suspiciously resentful towards c!scott. i’ll take this opportunity to lay out my gempearl thoughts as well

first of all, it drives me insane the way pearl usually goes along with whatever scott and cleo says, but the only thing she consistently, and has repeatedly, contradicted them on is that she’s been antagonising gem. in fact at the start of the session scott poked her about it again and she laid out a short monologue to assert that his claims were invalid. funnily enough she goes back on this a few seconds later saying that “i’ll make her have a reason to hold that grudge” which honestly is not helping her case. however if gem can make vague threats about impulse i don’t see why pearl can’t do the same. women’s wrongs and all that.

and then after that scott tells impulse and pearl to apologise to gem and joel. again, it’s a bit odd to me how they keep harping on this bit, but every time they do, all they do is scold impulse for rightfully constantly accusing gem over the cows, and then impulse apologises, yet pearl is still implicated (for NOTHING). pearl did protest this point earlier that she was “just existing”, scott counters that “i don’t know what you’ve done but you’ve annoyed her”, so “keep your distance”.

and to think that the argument only happened because scott made a throwaway comment about a “request” he had for pearl if she wanted a life from him. i feel like he meant it as a funny aside and expected pearl to just shut up and take it, but pearl never shuts up and takes it so that’s the problem there.

also, on secret life: pearl argues that she was right to ally with scar, which like, okay, fair enough, but scott says that “it takes time” and that “look we’re together” i’m not sure why he’s under the perception that GGG is in anyway functional or healthy considering he himself is trashtalking impulse and pearl with gem geminitay (ok sorry i’m just salty over him being buddy buddy with gem). at one point cleo goes “we have to be enablers” (lowkey incorrect because pearl hasn’t done anything, you can’t enable someone to just do nothing, but i appreciate the sentiment) and pearl just starts. throwing eggs at the ground. really funny out of context.

now for the actual gempearl interaction (we get like one and a half per episode i’m actually starving). they’re so obsessed with each other. trust me i said so. pearl beelining to gem to say “hi gem! :D” and gem beelining to pearl to punch her and say “go home pearl” oh they make me ill i feel like they’re just constantly on each other’s minds. the problem is that we haven’t gotten a good gempearl interaction because when they’re near each other their allies are also hanging around, so it always ends up with gem getting glazed by scott or pearl getting distracted by bigb or something like that. it’s such a pity because gem specifically went to find the 4Gs’ base but she went to the old one instead of the new one where pearl was hanging around so we could have potentially gotten a 1 on 1 shiny duo interaction this session (i’m not sure about the timeline there) but we DIDN’T because gem’s not talked to the 4Gs enough to know that they moved bases. grrr.

and then gem drops the anger for a bit to encourage pearl to kill grian. i have NO idea what that’s about, i feel like she’s just into bloodthirst in general but what it does remind me of is her trying to convince pearl to kill the ender dragon in SL, coincidentally, when pearl was impulse’s butler. and now she’s encouraging pearl to carry out what impulse wants. i don’t know. maybe her type is murderers and she’s trying to give pearl a chance. or something

anyway as for the other half an interaction where gem finds etho pearl and cleo at her base, gem reverts back to loudly disparaging pearl within earshot. i feel like she’s nailed “ex who really wants you to know that you’re exes”, and pearl getting so indignant about it she can’t even form a sentence for a few seconds is great actually. might be a reach but whether on hermitcraft or life series, pearl tends to stumble over her words a lot when directly challenged by gem, which is probably just because she’s thinking hard on what to say and is sleep deprived half the time. but i find it pretty telling that pearl doesn’t say anything back to gem and just. leaves. it’s very obvious she’s still down bad for gem in a way but gem is intentionally making it very hard for pearl to remain so.

last paragraph. when joel visits pearl at their new base, joel is happy that pearl called his build a car and said she liked it (pearl likes cars fork found in kitchen). so joel and pearl are on good terms, which i expect would lead to interesting dynamics but at the same time joel would definitely follow gem’s lead over maintain that friendship but still his perception of pearl now is positive. so that’s intriguing

song of the day is down bad by taylor swift. trust me guys they want each other so bad

[dmwrites]

(Based on session two of Last Life- specifically when Scar and Impulse went to find the enchanting table)

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After what felt like forever of wandering the server on his own, Impulse ran into Scar, of all people. Scar had changed until some kind of plush purple wizards robe, which made Impulse feel wildly underdressed. Scar confessed that he had been the boogieman, but was now cured, which was about as close as one could get to full trust in this game. So, Impulse traveled with him for a time.

“What are you out here for, anyway?” Impulse asked, slaying a skeleton that was sulking under a tree.

“Ah, Impulse, I am after the sweetest of treasure, the most powerful of items… the enchanting table. It was stolen from its rightful throne on magical mountain, and I intend to get it back.” It was curious, how Scar weaved through this forest. Impulse normally wouldn’t have noticed it at all, if it wasn’t for how starkly different it was from usual. Scar often described himself as “whimsical” in all aspects of being, which included his gait, a kind of weaving, tripping dance across the ground. Most people called that clumsy. Now, however, every step Scar took was powerful and deliberate, as if the very tree roots moved aside for him.

“The enchantment table? You don’t say! I’m also looking for it!” Impulse replied cheerfully, quickening his steps to keep up.

Scar turned so fast Impulse didn’t even see it happen- all he knew was that one second he was walking along, and the next, he was pushed against a tree, a sword at his throat.

“What do you want with the enchanting table?” Scar asked, voice low, eyes boring into Impulse’s.

“Dude! What the heck? I just want to enchant my gear, clearly!” Impulse choked out, wondering if Scar had lied about being cured.

But Scar pulled away, a friendly smiled reappearing on his face. Not the usual Scar smile, but a smile nonetheless. “Oh, of course. Well, it looks like we are on similar missions. Let us continue.”

Impulse did follow still, one hand now warily on his sword, the other feeling for his neck. Scar lead them to a quiet, almost sweet-looking cottage in a clearing. Scar stood quite still, head cocked and eyes wandering.

“They‘re underground, those silly moles.” Scar whispered suddenly, whispered like he wasn’t trying to be quiet. “I can almost taste it.” He pulled out a shovel and began hacking at the green grass. He made four holes in the ground, with Impulse standing by with a rather useless shovel limp in his hand, before he found a staircase leading down.

“Scar, are you sure-” Impulse hissed, but Scar was already descending the stairs, as if Impulse wasn’t even there. Impulse jumped down and followed, finding Scar leering over Pearl and Scott in a wooden room, already mid-conversation.

“-no use lying, of course, lying only turns me on. And I can smell it, I can fucking smell the magic on you.”

Scott and Pearl, Impulse was impressed to see, were standing their ground, both with identical looks of forced puzzlement and annoyance. Scar reflected them in a warped way, leaning over them but speaking in a staccato politeness, while his hands, clasped behind his back, spasmed in and out of fists.

“We have no idea what you’re talking about, Scar.” Scott said, folding his arms.

“And we really do not take kindly to people bursting into our house.” Pearl continued. Her eyes flicked to Impulse.

Scar saw the movement and turned around. “Ah, Impulse, so nice of you to join us. Come, let’s have a fun little explore in these caves- you don’t mind, do you?” Scar strode past the two and down the stone crevices around.

“Scar! We don’t have it!” Scott said, rushing after him. Pearl followed, although held back a bit, also watching Impulse.

“Bullshit. I heard you two tittering about the enchantment table before i came around that corner. You can’t hide it from me, you can never keep- ah, sugarcane!” Scar’s voice bounced all around, that weird polite friendliness coupled with the violence of his words.

“Okay, you know what?” Scott came back into the main room, dragging along Scar by his robes. “Both of you, Scar, Impulse, go up the stairs and just wait, okay? We need to talk for a second.” Pearl’s hand wrapped around Impulse’s forearm, and Scar and Impulse found themselves halfway up the wooden staircase. Scar instantly began looking around.

“Are you okay man?” Impulse asked, genuinely shaken by what he’d just seen. He could see the way that Scar’s slender fingers drummed and twitched on the handle of his sword.

“Oh, I will be.” Scar answered, although it was said in the airy tone of someone who isn't really listening. He suddenly switched to a stone pickaxe and mined directly into the wall.

“Woah! Scar, what are you doing?” Impulse said, staying on the stairs. But Scar was gone, across and then tunneling down. Only a few moments later, Impulse heard a commotion of voices, and he dashed down once more.

“We want lives.” Scott was saying.

“Done. One for each of you. I just need to see it in your hand to know.” Scar was covered in stone dust, smiling.

“Lives first.” Pearl said firmly.

“I’m not stupid, Pearl. Show it, go on, I know you have it.” Scar began walking towards her, and Pearl pulled out her sword.

“Woah!” Impulse yelled, taking a step forward, but towards who he wasn’t sure.

“No, no, okay, you two, back up!” Scott stood between Scar and the blade. “Scar, go and wait, let us talk, okay?” He shooed Impulse and Scar up again, but this time, Scar didn’t wait before mining into the wall.

“Scar! If you listen to them, they might actually give you what you want!” Impulse hissed, exasperated with the wizard man.

“No, no, can’t let them think.” Scar replied, his mind still elsewhere, clearly. “They’re clever, but not under pressure- hello again!” He didn’t have to go too far before falling back into Pearl and Scott’s wooden room. Impulse followed Scar’s tunnel, feeling just as stressed as Scott and Pearl must.

“Okay, you know what? Fine!” Pearl said. “Look!” And the whole room went silent for the first time, because Pearl had the enchantment table in her hand, and Scar was staring at it, a smile spreading slow over his face.

Scar let out a long, deep sigh of contentment. “That’s lovely, oh, good, good.” He typed something on his communicator. “Right.” His tone became more business-like as the message “do it” showed up in chat. “Give me the enchantment table or Joel will burn your house to the fucking ground.”

“It’s chill, I’m not, like, attached.” Scott said, shrugging.

Scar paused, looking from Pearl to Scott and back to Pearl. “Good to know.” He murmured, and then, he was gone. Scott, Pearl, and Impulse watched his nametag bounce away.

All three of them sagged where they stood. Pearl still held the enchantment table tight, and Impulse looked at it, wondering how something so small could drive someone like Scar into a hunting frenzy. Scar scared him, almost more then the threat of the boogieman.

[infinitefandomimagines]

Scarred - Zuko x Reader

WARNINGS: ARGUING, BURN SCARS, ANGST

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REQUEST: zuko x reader where the reader is the last one to forgive zuko at the western air temple bc he accidentally hurt her in the crystal catacombs and than zuko goes to her tent, begging for forgiveness and she shows him the scar he gave her and it’s super fluffy:33

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"Y/N. . . what do you say?" All eyes landed on you, waiting for your response to Aang's question. However, there was only one pair of eyes in particular you glared back at; and if looks could kill, the recently renounced Fire Nation prince in front of you would've surely met his demise right then. But Zuko knew how to hold himself in front of those who wanted to intimidate him. If there was anything his father taught him, it was that much.

Despite your fiery stare and previous threats from the first time he pleaded for forgiveness that you'd "knock him on his ass" if he ever came near you again, he kept his composure. There was no doubt in his mind you'd stay true to that warning, which is why he made sure to keep enough distance between the two of you.

There was a hopeful gleam in his eyes, so far Aang, Sokka, Katara, and Toph had agreed to let him join the team, albeit some more hesitantly than others. If everyone else found it in their hearts to forgive and forget, surely you could as well. Wrong.

"No."

You saw the last bit of hope fizzle from his eyes as defeat weighed down on him, causing his shoulders to sink and his head to drop. "I know you don't trust me, I don't blame you. I've done horrible things, hurt you and your friends-"

"You can't even begin to imagine the amount of pain you've caused me!" Your words held a venomous sting, yet your tone was strained, calm almost.

"Y/N," Katara stepped up behind you, her voice was soft. You could barely feel the hand she'd placed on your left shoulder, thick and itchy bandages blocking her attempt at comfort. "I don't like it either, but Aang needs to learn fire bending."

"I really believe he's changed, give him a chance to-"

You cut Aang off, finally breaking your gaze from Zuko to face the young monk. "He's already had too many chances!"

No one could admit that you were wrong, not even Zuko. Because every time he'd faught against your little group of rag-tag heroes, you'd given him a chance. Even while the rest of team avatar faught the exiled prince, you never threw a single blow that wasn't defensive or to save your friends. Instead, you'd offer him a chance to join the right side. Of course, he never accepted, but you saw the benefits of your kindness when he'd began to show a sense of mercy against you. There was something in your head telling you he was more than just a villain.

But that mindset changed when you and the gang faught against him and his sister in the crystal catacombs. When Aang almost died. When he chose the Fire Nation's side. When he'd made sure to leave you a permanent reminder of that day.

After a few moments of tense silence, you let out an impatience scoff. "Leave, Zuko. I gave you my answer, the least you can do is respect it."

Reluctantly, he nodded, mumbling out an apology before turning on his heels. He only got in a few steps before Aang interjected.

"Zuko, stop."

He did, glancing over his shoulder, ready to hear what Aang had to say.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, but Zuko is staying. I need need to learn fire bending and he's my only option. I really believe he's changed for the better."

"You don't have to forgive him, but Aang's right, we need him," Sokka added in, to which Toph agreed.

You took in their words, it was obvious they weren't up for debate. You hated that they were right, you all did need Zuko, no matter your current opinion on him.

"Fine," you sighed, looking at Zuko, who was now standing awkwardly with his hands behind his back. "But stay away from me."

Over the next few days, Zuko had somehow managed to gain the complete and utter trust of everyone, even Katara. Everyone except you. Then again, you hadn't had your "life changing field trip with Zuko" that made everyone seemingly forget about everything he'd ever done to them. Field trip or not, earning your trust wasn't going to be that easy. You didn't care how many times he made everybody tea and told cringey jokes.

"Where did you learn to make so many different types of tea?" Aang inquired, causing everyone to look at Zuko, wanting to hear his answer.

Zuko returned to his seat around the fire between Toph and Aang, finally finished handing out small cups of tea. "My uncle, it's his favorite thing to make, he even owned a tea shop at one point."

"You mean the one you betrayed," you deadpanned coldly. You flicked your eyes up from the warm cup of tea in your hands to Zuko, wanting to see his reaction.

His smile faultered, and katara shot a disapproving look at you. For a second you felt guilty, maybe that was too far. He looked genuinely hurt by your comment, but soon another emotion took over his features. You could see it in the way he clenched his jaw and sat up straighter.

"Yeah. That one." His tone was one of poorly restrained bitterness, you'd definitely struck a nerve.

You hummed in response, refusing to break eye contact with him, like you were challenging him to say something equally as cold, but he didn't take the bait. Instead, he took a deep breath, just like his uncle taught him.

"I don't get it," He asked, frustrated and fed up with your snarky comments and side eyes. "Everyone else trusts me, why can't you?"

"You really have to ask?"

Katara could feel the tension and awkwardness of the impending argument hanging over everyone. This wasn't the time nor place to be having this conversation.

"I think now would be a good time for another healing session," she interjected, giving you a look that informed you she wasn't exactly asking. With a frustrated huff, you stood up and made your way to your tent, not even waiting for Katara to follow.

You plopped down onto your sleeping bag, sitting with your left side towards the opening.

Katara was there in a few minutes, holding a medium sized bowl of water in her hands. She gently set it down on the ground, taking a seat on your sleeping bag as well, facing your left side.

You tugged your left sleeve down so you could free it. With your shoulder now exposed, she carefully removed the bandages that covered your shoulder and the side of your neck, revealing the red and scarred skin hidden underneath.

"How does it look?" You asked, attempting to ignore the itchy feeling of the fresh air hitting your wound.

"It's healing, slowly" she answered as she conjured the water from the bowl and molded it with her hands. She purified the liquid, causing it it glow. Slowly, she lowered it until the cool water molded over your injured skin. You clenched your teeth and whimpered at the sudden sting the contact made, but then Katara started making circular motions with her hands, beginning the healing process. The stinging pain soon morphed into a comforting cold and relieving sensation.

Katara had done this for you and Aang multiple times since the gang escaped from that wretched crystal catacomb. As much progress as your skin had made in healing, you couldn't seem to wipe the painful memories of how you'd recieved such a wound from your mind. You could remember the events so vividly it was as if they'd happened yesterday.

You were stalling, Zuko and Azula knew that, yet they didn't seem to mind. If anything, Azula enjoyed watching you struggle to give your friends more time. You needed to stall them long enough for Aang to fully enter the avatar state, that's all.

"Come on, Zuko, you know what needs to be done!" Azula coaxed.

"No! You still have a chance Zuko, you can still make this right!" You could see the conflict rising in him as you and Azula tugged at his morals.

There was a moment, a single second where his emotions betrayed him, where you could see how badly he wanted to go with you and the gang. But it was gone just as fast as it came.

"I will kill the avatar and restore my honor, as well as my rightful place beside my father!" He launched into action, sending overpowering blows your way.

He kept you distracted and unable to help your friends long enough for Azula to strike down Aang. Your head snapped towards Katara's screams and you saw him laying there, completely unconscious.

You were distracted, and Zuko impulsively took advantage, sending a blast of orange and red flames towards you.

In all honesty, he expected you to dodge it, you always did without fail. But this time you were too distracted, too concerned with Aang, and he caught you completely off guard. You didn't even realize you were being attacked until the flames painfully scorched your skin.

You let out a horrifying scream as you crumbled to your knees, your shaky hand hovering over your left shoulder as you tried to control your instinct to grab it, knowing it would only hurt worse. You clenched your teeth together, biting back tears as you whipped your head around go see Zuko.

He looked shocked, remorseful even, but that didn't stop anger from edging its way into your glare.

You shuddered at the memory and tried to shake it from your head completely.

"You're all done," Katara said, maneuvering the water back into the bowl. A dull ache returned to your wound, but it felt significantly better than before.

"Thanks, Katara," you mumbled.

"Do you need help rewrapping the bandages?"

You shook your head, preferring to be alone and do the difficult task by yourself. Katara seemed to understand, because she didn't push the issue like she usually would. Instead, she left you with a few words.

"What you said was too far tonight, you should really apologize to Zuko, he is trying you know?"

She didn't wait for a response, not that you planned on giving much of one anyway, but soon you were alone, relishing in the peaceful silence.

But your silence didn't last long, just a few minutes after Katara left there was a whispering voice just outside your tent. It was unmistakable who'd come to visit you, and with great reluctance did you let him in.

"What do you want?" you asked, annoyance filling your voice. You refused to make eye contact with the boy, opting to stare at the mess of tangled bandages in your hands.

Your question was met with silence, that only seemed to worsen your mood. Really? He invades your tent just to ignore your one question? This guy was just unbelievable!

You could feel yourself loosing your temperature once again. "I said, what do you-" Your head snapped up at Zuko, ready to tell him off. But you froze when you saw his gaze, and how it held your figure. His jaw was slack, and his eyes swam as tears pooled at his lash-line. But his eyes never met yours. No, his focus was completely on the uncovered scar that graced your left side.

Your shoulder had taken most of the impact, just shy of being completely colored with a dull red scar. But the wound didn't stop there, covering a decent portion of your shoulder blade. The red marking also stretched up in a jagged stripe, narrowing to a point on the side of your neck, just barely marking your cheek.

You hated how you shuddered under his gaze, and had to look away. Your fingers moving faster as your tried to unravel the tangled bandage. You wanted to cover the burned area as soon as possible.

"I- I did that." It wasn't a question. He spoke purely in matter-of-fact statements, he knew exactly where you'd received your mark from.

"Yeah." You said sharply, picking up the bandage and moving to re-wrap the large wound.

"I . . . I am so sorry-"

"You've said."

Re-wrapping the affected area was proving to be more difficult than you'd thought, especially in your heightened state or frustration. Usually Katara did this part, and you were starting to regret sending her away.

"Please, let me help you," Zuko pleaded, reaching a shaky hand out to grasp at the bandage in your grip. You immediately flinched away from him, the sudden movement sending a sharp pain through your left side.

"Stay away from me!" You bit at him.

Zuko immediately pulled his hand back from you, as if he'd burned you unintentionally for a second time. "I'm sorry," he impulsively spilled out.

"Would you stop saying that? Stop apologizing, nothing is going to make me- ow!" Your own pain cut your sentence short, the sharp pain returning, sending another shock wave up your side at your frustrated movements.

"I'm so- just, please, let me help you and then I'll leave you alone, I promise."

You took a moment to think about the offer, and as much as you didn't want his help, the promise for him to leave is what enticed you to agree. So reluctantly, you handed him the bandages and positioned yourself closer to him, allowing Zuko to access your wound and wrap it with ease.

With slow movements, Zuko began wrapping the burned area. His touch was suprisingly gentle, even more so than Katara's, something you hadn't thought possible. But even with his feather-like touch, your skin still twitched as his fingers and the bandages made contact with the more sensitive areas. Zuko muttered out small apologies each time you flinched, despite your earlier message to stop that. Though the skin had begun the early stages of scarring, it was still sensitive.

"Uh, d-did I ever tell you how I got my scar?" Zuko asked suddenly, not even bothering to look up from his task. You knew what he was doing, he'd been doing things like that since he got here, trying to make small talk with you to cover up the awkward tension. You usually never entertained it, but for some reason tonight you felt intrigued by his question.

"No." You answered shortly, trying your best not to show your growing interest. You'd always been curious about the scar.

"My father gave it to me," he stated, oddly calmly. It was almost mindless the way he told the story as he continued to carefully wrap up your injury. Like the memory had become second nature to tell.

"Oh," you whispered out softly, your mind buzzing with a million different ways to respond to him, yet none of them felt right.

"I spoke out of turn during a meeting, over a general. They wanted to sacrifice an entire division of fire nation soldiers to gain the advantage. But I-," He swallowed thickly. ". . . I thought that was wrong so I spoke up."

You nodded ever so slightly, letting out a soft hum, showing that you were still listening and waiting for him to continue. At this point Zuko had finished wrapping the bandages around your burn, allowing you to turn your body to face him fully.

"My father was furious with my disrepect towards the general. He said that the dispute would need to be resolved with an agni kai, and I accepted. And when the day came I thought I'd be fighting the general I interrupted, but then my father walked out, my agni kai was to be against him."

With each word you felt your heart grow heavier and ache for the boy you swore you hated. You were beginning to question whether you genuinely hated him or if what you truly felt was left over betrayal and anger.

"How old were you?" You finally asked the question that had been bouncing around your head since he began the story.

"Thirteen, not long before I was banished."

You felt yourself boil with anger, but for once it wasn't directed towards the boy in front of you. No, you were furious with the Fire Lord. Who could do that to someone? To a child. Zuko must not have noticed the way your jaw clenched and your fists tightened into balls, because he continued the story as if he hadn't just made your heart drop into your stomach with his answer.

"I didn't want to fight my father, I couldn't. But he took my refusal as another sign of disrespect. I begged for his forgiveness, but he wouldn't hear it. He claimed that I would learn my lesson through suffering. He raised his hand just in front of my face and then he-"

His voice caught in his throat with a crack as he visibly grimaced from the sheer memory of the event. Instinctively, you reached out for his hand, placing yours over top of his much larger one. Now it was his turn to flinch at the sudden contact.

"Zuko, it's okay, you don't have to tell me this, I understand-"

"No! I do! I need you to understand that I never meant to hurt you! I need you to know that the last thing I wanted was for you to feel the same pain I did. After what my father did, I never wanted to inflict that on anyone. I knew that pain and yet I still hurt you . . . the one person who actually believed I could change!"

His hands flew into the air as his frustrated yells of regret were lost to the silent night. He then exasperatedly brought his arms back down and dropped his head into the palms of his hands. His body shook as he took in deep breaths, trying his best not to shed any tears. He was just so frustrated with himself.

"I thought you would dodge it," His muffled whimpers poured out. "You always dodged it."

It was then that you realized how cold you'd been to the boy. You were so caught up in your own hurt and anger, only concerned with making him feel as horrible as you had with your hurtful words. Not once had you considered that he was already kicking himself ten times harder for the pain he'd caused you. He really hadn't meant to hurt you.

And that's when you did something unexpected. In an impulsive attempt to comfort him, you threw your arms around his neck, pulling him in to a hug. His breath hitched, obviously shocked by the gesture, his body going stiff.

"I understand now, I forgive you, Zuko."

At those seven words he melted into your embrace, returning it as he wrapped his arms around your figure. His chin now rested on top of your good shoulder, as he was being extra cautious as to not press on your burns.

"And I'm sorry, for what I said about you and your uncle. He'd be proud of you."

His grip on you tighten, mumbling out a 'thank you,' in the process, finally feeling as though he could fully begin healing from all the wrong he'd done.

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[apocalypticgargoyle]

𝘽𝙇𝙊𝙊𝘿𝙔 𝙆𝙉𝙐𝘾𝙆𝙇𝙀𝙎 | 𝙠𝙖𝙧𝙡 𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙤𝙗𝙨 (18+)

∘ request(s): 

“aaah your edgy karl is just *chefs kiss* so good!! could i get the reader patching up edgy karl after a particularly bad fight?”

“can we get something a bit softer for the edgy!karl series? Just love when guys like that are soft with the reader xx”

"ouu maybe for the next part of the edgy karl series reader makes it all about karl? like they end up sleeping in the same bed or smth and while karl is still sleepy/barely waking up reader just makes him feel good"

∘ pairing: edgy!Karl Jacobs x fm!reader

∘ warnings: nsfw (18+), mentions of blood, mentions of fighting, drug use (smoking weed), crude language, oral (m. receiving)

∘ word count: 2417

∘ links: AO3, prev. chapter

∘ a/n: THANK YOU FOR ALL THE REQUESTS FOR EDGY!KARL. YOUR IDEAS ARE HNNNNGGG SO GOOD JESUS CHRIST! 

Also if you guys would like to make some of the edgy!Karl edits for the headers and submit them to me, I'll use them :D

This is a bit more dOmEsTiC than this series has been going but, hopefully you guys are still into it. Anyway, I hope everyone is having a good week! Happy reading :)

The air was crisp as the sun began to set; night slinking towards your apartment to envelop you and Karl within its darkness. The two of you watched intently as the ball of light crept towards the horizon line. Karl's arm threaded across your torso, fingertips brushing against the skin of your stomach peeking from beneath the hem of your shirt. You leaned your head against his embrace, wrapping your own arms around his as you sat between his legs. The sound of soft chatter from other floors beneath you filled the expanses between your apartment building and the one adjacent to it. As night fell, people cracked open their windows and hung their feet over the fire escapes. 

You and Karl had been out prior to this, sharing a joint as you watched the stars roll in. Karl's back was pressed against the brick wall beneath your window, the blunt hanging loosely from his slender fingers as he bent his knee, giving you something else to curl your arms around. From across the way, someone began playing music, making someone in the apartment directly under the two of you to begin singing. 

Karl took a drag off the blunt before letting the thick smoke pour from between his lips. "I think I need to teach you how to skate," he stated rather nonchalantly as he offered you the joint. 

You scoffed at his remark, leaning your head back against his chest and taking the blunt from him. "I'd like to see you try," you shot back jokingly, fully knowing you didn't have the balance and he didn’t have the patience, yet something churned within you at the thought. You knew you shouldn't have thought anything of it really, but Karl sharing a portion of something he's passionate about with you was next to a love language. 

Since spring break had begun, Karl had begun staying over at your place more frequently. During these nearly intimate moments where it had been only the two of you keeping each other company, you'd come to see Karl as more of a friend than just a booty call. Slowly peeling back the layers of his esoteric aura, you found out his quirks that you'd come to only associate with him, such as the brand of nail polish he trusted because it was a recommendation from a girl in his art class, or how when he was thinking about something deeper than a food order, he'd slick a hand through his hair to brush his bangs out of his eyes. 

Yet this meeting was spurred by something else. He’d shown up on your doorstep with a black eye and bruised knuckles. You knew his housemates were beginning to trickle back to campus, so you figured almost instantly that Todd had figured out what the two of you had been up to when he was gone. 

You pulled your front door open, tugging your hoodie closer to your body against the wind from outside. Karl stood before you, leaning a hand against your doorframe with a small smile plastered over his busted lip. There was a cut across his cheekbone as if whoever had hit him wore various rings. You gave into the impulses ringing in your body and reached up for his face, gently brushing a thumb against his jaw, which you could now tell was also beginning to bruise. One of his hands reached up to hold your wrist, his fingers grazed against your skin with such gentleness. The action was almost a juxtaposition to the way he looked. 

Karl sat down on your toilet, his eyes watching each of your movements as you fished through your cabinet for your roommate’s first aid kit. He wasn’t acting like he had been dragged around instead, he seemed more excited to see you than anything. Maybe that was due to the fact that you fed him, and stray dogs always come back to food. 

After clearing most of the dried blood from his wounds, you went about disinfecting and sealing him up. You stood between his legs, gently dabbing at the cut on his cheek, trying desperately not to think about how you were finally living out one of your fantasies. He leaned into your touch almost as if your skin held the elixir of life. You fought not to ask him what had happened because you knew he didn’t like talking about it, but you couldn’t help but worry about him a bit. 

You hugged the arm he had around you tighter to your chest, your eyes fixating on an open window across the way from the two of you. There were two people having dinner in a room next to the window, a warm glow from the lamps inside spilling into the dimming night. "Did it get lonely in that big ass house?" You inquired, watching his fingers reach to throw out the dead bud. That hand moved to play with your own, threading his fingers in and out of yours. The bandage wrapped around the base of his fingers stiffened his movements, but he seemed not to pay any mind to it. “I mean, even though you spent most of your time over here…” 

You felt him shrug against you. "I don't know." He was quiet for a minute as he thought. "I had the memories of what we did in—what did you call him? Todd?—Todd's bed, to keep me company," he quipped, making you snort. You leaned further back against him, enough to where your head was resting on his shoulder so you were looking up at the faint stars dotting the light-polluted sky. He rested his chin on your shoulder quietly. 

As the night grew colder, the two of you climbed back through the window, the haze of the weed still stimulating your mood, yet you quickly found yourself falling asleep in Karl's arms as he tucked your plush comforter around the two of you. His breathy sigh cascaded over your shoulders as he dug his face into your hair. He'd discarded his hoodie before joining your side, so his skin was now warm and inviting as he pressed against you. You bit back a laugh as you silently wished his aftercare was as soft as moments like these. 

A crack of thunder shook you from a dream, pulling you awake rather quickly. Your gaze lifted to peer at the clock on your nightstand as the rain seemed to hammer harder on the windows of your bedroom. Karl was sleeping peacefully beside you, arms lazily threaded through your pillows, unintentionally keeping your body closer to him. The bruising on his face somehow had gotten worse, but you were hoping there wasn’t any permanent damage. Maybe he’d have a scar like Johnny Cade? 

You slipped into his arms, earning a content sigh from Karl as his hands pushed beneath your shirt to brush his coarse fingers against the soft skin of your back, dipping into the valley of your spine. You pressed your lips against his shoulder before traveling the length of his collarbone and ending at his neck. He hummed in pleasure, still groggy from sleep. You let your lips glide over his skin, before leaning up to kiss him softly. He pulled you closer to him, deepening the kiss with hints of passion despite the fact that he was still taking his time to wake up completely. 

Your hands danced towards his sweatpants and you felt him smile against your lips. You pulled away from him slightly, digging your face into the crook of his neck. “Let me make you feel good,” you leered, earning a lazy chuckle from him, his fingers knotting into your hair. A clap of lightning flashed outside, the thunder following to sound as if the storm was sitting on your building’s roof. 

Your fingers dipped beneath his waistband, palming him over his boxers slightly. A hushed moan of gratitude slipped past his lips as he softly bucked his hips against your hand while you applied more pressure. Karl sealed his lips against yours, the kiss sending heat throughout your body as his tongue pressed into your mouth, swirling with your own. A moan echoed through his body and into your mouth as he hardened against your hand, asking for more. One of his hands grazed the length of the arm that was working on him, his hand gently grasping your wrist. 

You heeded his silent requests, moving your hand so you could straddle him. You ground your hips against him, the friction between your clothes making the fabrics seem thicker and more barrier-like than anything. One of his hands pressed against the small of your back, driving you harder against him. You broke the kiss breathlessly, sitting off of him and tugging your shirt over your head, his eyes grazed over you almost thankfully. 

You pushed back the heavy covers, slinking down his legs until you were laying flat, tugging his boxers down in front of you. Your room flashed a bright white as the lightning from outside began to pick up. The sound of the rain's war against your windows was the only sound mixing with Karl's soft moan as your hand wrapped around the base of his cock. You pressed your lips against his tip, one of his hands moving to rest behind his head so he could see you better. Your fingers icked to please him, his body reacting to each of your movements. 

He tensed under your grasp as you began to pump your hand, drawing out another soft moan from the man above you. "Does that feel good?" You taunted looking up at him through your eyelashes. He chuckled slightly, a dusting of pink settling into his cheeks. Your tongue slid along his length, basking in how his moans edged on being vulgar as you eased your mouth around his arousal. You bobbed your head once before pulling off of him, continuing to speed your hand motions gradually. His gaze was hazy as he attempted to avoid your sultry eye contact, him twitching at your movements each time he did. 

His lips were redder as he chewed on the flesh of them, evident as he continued to fight each moan wanting to escape. You were slightly surprised at this, considering Karl was always shamelessly loud. Maybe it was because he was so vulnerable to you know, and you were in charge. 

Your lips slowly traveled back to his arousal, his gray irises swimming with pleasure as you settled into to take him deeper into your mouth. His grip on your arm tightened as you pushed his tip past your lips once again, a strangled groan of pure pleasure hissing through his teeth. As he reached the back of your throat, tears began to brim in the corners of your eyes and his arousal twitched in your mouth. You began to bob your head once again, edging him on further with each of his moans of your name which you knew was a warning that he was close. You alternated the movements of your mouth and hand, making him fight against bucking his hips towards you. His cock tensed and in an instant, hot sticky strands of pleasure were filling your mouth.

He reached forward to brush his finger against your cheek, wiping away some tears that had pressed from your eyes. You pressed your lips against his thigh before crawling back up towards him. He tugged you on top of him again, lips kneading against yours as a silent appreciation. You push his hand back, threading your fingers with his own, careful not to squeeze against his bruised knuckles that you could tell were sore. You bit back a laugh at the thought of your poor broken boy. 

As the rain picked up heavier, you sank down on his arousal, earning a deep moan from Karl. The feeling of him inside of you this early in the day was a new kind of bliss. You curled your hips against him before bending down to press your lips against his, his hand tightening around yours. You ground against him, pushing him deeper into you, looking to elicit more of his sultry noises that alone—you were convinced—could send you over the edge. Your mind was set on getting him to climax again. Your teeth brushed against his teeth before moving alongside his jaw, letting him catch his breath. 

You pushed his shirt up as you sat back, fingers grazing down his chest as you moved, watching his eyes cloud with bliss to replace their morning hue. As you began to pick up your pace and use him as leverage, you held onto the forearm of his that was gripping onto you. He moaned a few curse words, his head dipping back in bliss, causing the veins in his neck to be more prominent. You moved the hand that was holding onto your waist up to your face. You slipped his index finger into your mouth and his lips parted, eyes fully focused on your actions as your tongue swirled around his fingers. 

His attention burned into you, his jaw tensing with each of your tactics. His hand moved from your mouth to wrap around the back of your neck, bringing your lips back to his. As the coolness of his tongue ring grazed against your own tongue, your hips pressed against him harder. You swallowed his moans, feeling him twitch inside of you as you sped up, tightening around him. Thunder shook your tiny apartment again. 

He cursed darkly, biting back another groan. In no time, you felt his heat come undone inside of you, pride swelling in your chest at how easy it was for you to get him off. Pleasure drenched his expression, gray irises blooming with bliss and contentment. He pressed his lips against yours briefly before you curled into bed beside him. The two of you sat in silence, listening to the rain. 

Karl cleared his throat slightly. "If we do that enough times, do you think we'd get horny whenever there's a storm?" 

You furrowed your brows. "What, like you want me to Pavlov you?" 

"Yeah."

There was a beat of silence as you fought how to respond to his question. "It'd be interesting to be in your head for a day," you opted. 

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[slasherhaven]

The Slashers’ First Kiss with their S/O:

Thomas Hewitt

You had given Thomas a lot of mask kisses since you have been dating.

And the first time you had held onto his arm and lent up to press a kiss to his cheek, he had blushed heavily under the leather.

He loves all your little kisses, but he couldn’t deny that he would like something more. The only issue was that he knew that would require removing his mask and he hadn’t done that around you yet.

So, your first kiss with Thomas was the first time he took his mask off in front of you.

You had both been sitting on his bed, cross legged and facing each other.

You had been patient, letting him take his time. His eventually let out a quiet sigh, reaching up to undo the fastens on his mask.

He hesitated and his hands were shaking slightly as he removed the mask, placing it down beside him on the bed.

He wasn’t completely sure how you would react, but he didn’t expect to see such a sweet smile before you called him handsome, sounding so sincere.

Thomas could have cried as you cupped his face in your much smaller hands, thumbs brushing against some of his scarring.

“See…I knew you would be handsome, Tommy”

He couldn’t help himself when he cupped your face in his hands and pulled you into a loving but slightly clumsy kiss.

He felt bad at first, the action was impulsive, and he should have asked, but those worries quickly disappeared when you happily returned his kiss, hands falling to his shoulders.

Just when he didn’t think he could love you anymore, you did something like this. God, he loved you so much!

Michael Myers

You had managed to give Michael a few kisses to the cheek of his mask a few times but physical affection with this man can be hard to achieve.

It was mostly due to you, but he allowed it, which means that he was encouraging it without having to admit that.

Michael had just gotten back from a rough night that had left him subdued enough for you to tend to his wounds with little fight from him.

He still tried to bat your hands away, but you insisted.

You tried not to make a big deal out of him taking his mask off, trying not to stare at his face too much but you couldn’t help yourself.

You had only seen his face a handful of times and those moments had been so fleeting. But this time he had it off for more than a few seconds and you were close, able to see his face so clearly.

You couldn’t help your wandering gaze and he noticed.

He had a small bruise on his jaw, and you had brushed your thumb over it, frowning to yourself.

He just watched you carefully, waiting for your next move.

Your other hand cupped the other side of his jaw, your gaze scanning his face for any kind of reaction. You saw none. Completely stoic as usual.

But you slowly lent in and pressed the lightest of kisses against his lips, feeling one of his large hands rest surprisingly gently on your waist.

He barely responded to the kiss, but you knew that he would have pulled away if he didn’t want it. This was just new to him and you respected that.

Jason Voorhees

There had been plenty of mask kisses in your relationship. He loved coming home to your embrace and various kisses scattered over his mask. He loves when you were cuddling, and you would lean up just to kiss his mask.

You both wished that you could kiss more than just mask, but Jason was so worried about how you would react to his face, if you would think like everyone else and leave him. It would be risking too much.

But eventually, on a quiet night in the cabin, you had asked so gently to see his face. You said that you wanted to see all of him, sounding so sincere and understanding.

At first, he had shook his head and denied you. Out of fear, not lack of trust.

You nodded, sad but accepting of his decision. But that had made Jason realise something. He couldn’t expect you to be in a relationship with him if he couldn’t even show you his face, you deserved to know who you were with.

So, he gently took your hand in his, giving it a light squeeze to silently tell you his intentions.

You were patient as he slowly removed the mask.

Finally, Jason lowered the mask and placed it down on the table beside you both.

He hung his head, still hiding from you.

But you gently took his face in your hands and lifted his head up to look at you.

“You’re so handsome, Jason” you smiled as you lent in, pressing a light and fleeting kiss to his lips. “So handsome” you repeated to make sure he believed you, giving him another kiss.

The second kiss was longer and Jason actually had the time to respond to it, tearing up at the fact that you were accepting him wholeheartedly.

Brahms Heelshire

Kisses weren’t new with Brahms. You had to give him one every night, so you were both used to mask kisses by now.

But the first time you kissed his masked cheek was special to Brahms because it was the first time you had kissed him without any prompting. You had wanted to kiss him, and you did, it made him smile.

Your first ‘real’ kiss was prompted by Brahms but for once he wasn’t demanding.

You had given him his goodnight kiss and gone to leave but he sat up and caught your hand.

“Could you give me a kiss?” he asked, sounding nervous for once.

“…I already did” you were just confused by his question.

“A proper kiss” he clarified.

“…sure, Brahms. I’d love too but…I can’t do that with the mask, sweetie” you told him. You really wouldn’t have minded kissing him properly, actually you would have liked it, you had even thought about it before. But there was one thing in the way, his mask.

You didn’t think he would take the mask off so easily, but he did.

He had hesitated for a moment but the promise of his reward was very encouraging to him.

As soon as the mask was off, you smiled, finally able to see his face, and lent in to give him a gentle kiss.

But he caught your face in his hands, holding you still for a deeper kiss. Always wanting more.

You smiled as you gently pushed him away, giving him another quick kiss before telling him to get some sleep.

But he caught your wrist again before asking you to stay.

So, you did. You climbed into the bed with him and the two of you ended up cuddling until you both woke up in the morning.

Bo Sinclair

You had been staying with the Sinclair brothers for some time now.

You wouldn’t say that you and Bo were dating but there was definitely something between you both, he was always flirting and making it pretty clear what he wanted. He just never acted on it, not yet anyway.

You sighed as soon as heard the front door open and slam shut, knowing that meant that Bo was in a bad mood.

But, being used to the brothers and their various oddities, you knew what to do. 

You met Bo in the living room and before he could walk past you or even open his mouth, you were holding a beer out to him.

He huffed out a ‘thank you’ before snatching the beer and dropping down on the couch.

“Bad day?” you asked.

“Something like that...come here” Bo hummed before waving you over.

You raised an eyebrow at him but nodded and walked up to him.

He placed the beer down on the floor, leaning toward and taking hold of your hand, guiding you to stand between his legs.

You lifted your other hand and ran your fingers through his hair, taking advantage of his quiet moment despite how stressed he seemed when he walked in only minutes ago.

The two of you had been flirting and dancing around each other for a little while now but this was the first tender moment between you both.

“Rough day?” you asked again, a little gentler this time.

“...yeah” Bo nodded with a small sigh.

You smiled sympathetically as you knelt down in front of him.

Surprisingly, Bo gently took your face in his hands and guided you into a kiss. It was passionate but gentler than what you expected from him.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent had been in his workroom, remoulding his mask.

By this point the two of you had been dating but you had never seen his face, nor had you ever asked him to show you. You knew why he was insecure about it so you didn’t push it.

He had been so focused on the mask that he hadn’t heard a door open and close or the sound of somebody coming down the stairs. Not until it was too late.

“Hey, Vinny are you down-oh...” your voice made him look up, eye wide and mask in hand.

You can see the panic on his face and you know exactly what he is thinking. 

After snapping out of his shock, he quickly works to cover his face again but you rush over to him.

“No, no, no, Vincent, it’s alright” you gently took his mask in your hands and set it to the side.

He still turned his head away from you. You brought your hand to his unscarred cheek and made him face you again.

Your other hand then lifted to trace your fingertips over his scarred cheek.

“You have nothing to hide from me” you whispered before leaning in and kissing his scarred cheek, pulling away slightly but not all the way so that you could kiss his lips.

Vincent was still surprised by your reaction but absolutely melted at your love, returning your kiss and tenderly taking one of your hands in his.

Lester Sinclair

Your first kiss with Lester was very mutual.

It had just felt right to the both of you and why fight what felt right?

The two of you had already spent the whole day together, an unofficial date if you’d like, and Lester had drove you both back to his place in his truck since you had been staying with him.

Both of you had dropped down onto the couch, leaning against each other with tired sighs.

As you lent against him, resting your head on his shoulder, Lester casually wrapped his arm around you to make you both more comfortable.

You smiled up at him as you propped your chin up on his shoulder and he returned your smile, looking at you in complete awe.

He really did think you were wonderful.

You both just lent in and met in a gentle kiss.

The two of you smiled like idiots as you pulled away from each other, returning to your comfortable position.

Bubba Sawyer

The two of you had been cuddling, having already been dating for a little while before now.

You were laying on his chest with his arms wrapped around you, holding you close.

You lifted your head slightly to look up at his face, lifting your hand to push his hair back and away from his face.

Smiling softly at him, you ran your fingertips down the side of his face. Well...his mask.

Your face was close to his and your touch was so tender, he just couldn’t help it when he lent up and pressed his lips to yours.

You were surprised but still kissed him back.

Still, Bubba pulled away, babbling apologetically.

But you laughed fondly, shushing him before pulling him into another gentle kiss.

The mask wasn’t exactly comfortable against your skin but you could still kiss him and it was worth it.

He’s a little clumsy and eager but only had good intentions. With some guidance and calming down, he’s just fine. 

Neither of you can stop yourselves from smiling into the kiss.

Billy Lenz

You were cuddling, which was very common for you both. Ever since Billy decided to show himself to you rather than tormenting you, you had accepted him and the two of you had been pretty close at nearly all times.

He’s always around, a little clingy but you didn’t mind.

The two of you cuddled a lot but you had never kissed. There was obviously something going on between you but neither of you had talked about it.

You were laying on the couch, a moving playing on the Tv. Billy was practically laying on you, his head chest on your chest and his arm wrapped around your waist. All while you played with his hair.

Billy couldn’t help but hum quietly to himself when a couple on the Tv kissed. He couldn’t help but let his mind wander to kissing you.

The scene passed without you even thinking twice about it but now it was playing on Billy’s mind.

“Y/n...” Billy’s voice made you look at him as he raised his head, shifting so that his face was hovering over yours.

He was more cautious than you expected him to be when he touched his lips to yours. You instantly returned the kiss, curling your fingers in his hair.

But he quickly got a little too eager, deepening the kiss and pulling you closer.

Unless you want things to escalate, you’ll have to stop him.

He won’t mind, settling back down against your chest and turning his attention back to the screen as he smiles to himself, knowing that your relationship was heading in a new direction.

Asa Emory (The Collector)

Your first kiss with Asa is going to happen when he decides on it. This doesn’t necessarily mean that you will have to wait an overly long time or that he’s solely focused on himself. He’s just waiting for the right time.

Honestly it depends on whether you’re kissing Asa or the Collector persona.

Say he’s just come home from the hotel to find you waiting up for him, just like you said you would, than the kiss will likely be a little more forceful.

He’ll cup your face in both of his hands and pull you into him as he kisses you, likely nipping at your bottom lip just to surprise you.

If it happens on a calmer day, when you’re just spending some time together, Asa will be gentler.

(He’ll also be gentler if you are unaware of what he does, but I’m running with the assumption that you know.)

It will be after a date, like a real gentleman, or just when you’re both having a quiet day at his house. Gently cupping your cheek in his hand and pressing a soft but lingering kiss to your lips.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull)

When the first kiss happens depends on whether Jesse has received the facial scars yet.

Before that, it would happen sooner. Whenever he’s sure that you both want it.

But after that happens...he has to take the mask off first and that will take a moment.

So, it will probably happen when he first takes the mask off and it will be a surprisingly sweet moment.

In this case, you technically initiate the kiss. He’s still wondering if his face is going to be a deal breaker for you or not.

You took in his features, your fingertips gently tracing them, as you smiled softly at him.

You cupped his face in your hands and sweetly kissed him. It makes him smile and all that confidence comes flooding back.

And he’s going to kiss you properly now. Catching your face in his hands and bringing you back in for another kiss, taking back the control.

Otis Driftwood

The two of you had been dancing around each other for a little while.

Otis knew that he had feelings for you but that was all so new to him. Plus you were a friend of the family so he didn’t want to complicate that, especially if you didn’t return his feelings.

But that didn’t stop you from flirting with each other.

Other than that, the two of you were genuinely good friends. Whenever he was in a bad mood, it was you that he dragged up to his room so he could rant to you.

This was one of those days.

He had grabbed you by the wrist and hauled you up the stairs, everyone else was used to it by now and just rolled their eyes.

His bedroom door was shut and locked, and now you were sitting on the bed as you watched Otis pace back and forth as he ranted about who knows what.

Apparently the family had been giving him a lot of work to do, making him feel like he was the only one doing anything.

You knew he just had to wear himself out.

Eventually he had started to calm down.

“Otis” you sighed, reaching out and catching his hand, making him look at you. “You’re letting yourself get too worked up, just sit down and take a breath.”

He looked like he was about to argue with you but huffed before dropping down on the bed beside you. He knows you’re right but won’t tell you that. 

After a little bit of talking, you heard Baby call for you from down stairs. So you stood to go and see her.

But this time Otis caught your hand, pulling you back towards him and down onto his lap, making you gasp but you didn’t fight him.

“Baby wants me” you whispered, already lacing your arms around his neck and playing with his hair.

“Baby can wait” Otis rolled his eyes before pulling you into a kiss.

Not much with Otis is gentle but this was pretty close, even as he tugged you closer by the waist and his other hand held the back of your head to hold you still.

No matter how much you were both just focused on each other, Baby’s incessant shouting and banging on the door forced you both to part.

Baby Firefly

Baby probably steals the kiss from you when you aren’t expecting it.

Maybe a part of you wishes it was a little more romantic but it was just so Baby that it still makes you smile.

You both had the house to yourselves, which meant the two of you playing loud music, drinking, dancing, laughing and just spending time together.

She had pulled you up in the middle of the living room, getting you to dance with her.

Of course, you did without complaint.

She pulled you closer, wrapping your arms around her waist before wrapping hers around your shoulders.

The two of you were getting closer throughout the dancing and you felt like a kiss was approaching but never quiet arrived.

Her nose was brushing against yours and she was playing with your hair when she spoke.

“You know what we need?” she asked, voice quiet and a small smirk on her lips.

“What?” you asked. Yes, you had expected her to kiss you but that wasn’t what you got.

“More drinks!” Baby smiled brightly as she pulled away from you.

You couldn’t help but laugh along with her.

But then she cupped your face in her hands, pulling you into a quick kiss before flashing you a bright smile and skipping out of the room.

Yautja (Predator)

You and the alien that had wandered into your life had known each other for a while now.

Obviously there was something between you, that’s probably why he was still around, and he was obviously pursuing you.

The relationship was growing slowly but steadily.

He had been following you around like he so often did. You were at home and he was right there with you.

He was sitting on the floor while you sat on the couch. You had welcomed him to sit beside you both he chose to sit right beside your leg instead.

The door bell rang and you jumped to your feet. “Pizza’s here!” you smiled.

You lent down and pressed a kiss to his forehead before hurrying towards the front door.

The Yautja sitting on your living room floor was left a little stunned and confused. He was still getting used to your gestures of affection. 

He had grown used to and extremely fond of your hugs but that was the first time you had kissed him.

He got what the general idea of a kiss meant and was happy to receive one from you. All he really knew was that he liked it and would certainly be seeking more out from you.