#ll smp

[aresonist]

got forced to watcch bdubs ll pov on a date

[spacebitz]

CLOCKERS TRIO!!! (bdubs and scar skins made by he1ian)

[stiffyck]

It tore your heart out

Oh, when you didn't understand

Why the beat had started

Well! Finally decided to do a DTIYS!!!

If you wanna participate the rules are under the cut:

Deadline: none! Take your time!

Keep the 4 ears and the general theme, but feel free to change the pose or the colors etc.

Impoetant thing is to have fun!

If you participate, please tag the finished finished with #stiffdtiys and/or tag me as I'd love to see everything you make!

[ccthepandafangirl]

in all seriousness, I think Grian is gonna name the fourth season of the traffic life smp series as Second Life.

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ya know, like seconds. like all the clocks they've been teasing us with. ehehehehehehehehehehehe

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anyway I'm hoping to go to a dodgeball tournament with a Greek god

[alwerakoo]

POV: you're on the limited life server, confessing your sins to Grian at the end on the session

[starcrossedandstupid]

Based on the timing of the recording session, found in the absolutely lovely and helpful post by @biro-slay, it wasn’t a proper new life series. The recording session was less than three hours, the normal life series recording time which I believe doesn’t include set up and breaks. So, we ARE probably getting some sort of April fools life series thing. Someone pointed out it most likely wasn’t a Scott escape room since those are typically filmed individually, which leads all the more towards an April fools thing.

[zodarii-dae]

this idea has been rotating in my brain for weeks but i just now finished it. so here you go.

we all know how the winners all have a celestial body. grian is the sun, scott is the stars (i honestly think it would fit better with the rest of this if he was one specific star or even constellation but that's a post for another day), pearl is the moon, and martyn is neptune (i've seen people put him as mars but cmon guys. he's a mean gill. he's gotta be the planet named for the god of the sea). that's all well and good.

but what if we assigned stuff to the rest of the people in the top three?

second place are plants. they get the light from the sky, but haven't quite reached the heavens.

scar is a purple hyacinth. i chose these for a couple reasons; the first being the greek myth. in the myth, apollo kills his lover, hyacinthus, with a discus, and turned his blood into the flower. (there's a bit more to it than that, so i recommend reading up on it!). i chose purple both as a reference to the lilacs he gave grian, and because purple hyacinths mean seeking forgiveness.

ren is red ivy. ivy represents devotion and loyalty, which i think fits him really well. i chose red as both a reference to the red king, and a nod to the red mushrooms that grew around the fairy fort.

scott is a laurel tree. i was thinking about the myth of daphne, who turned into a laurel tree running away from apollo (damn, two apollo myths in one post?), who was trying to get with her. laurels are a symbol of victory, so they're also a reference to him being a winner.

impulse is a forget-me-not. forget-me-nots represent respect, and a promise to remember someone. they're also the color of the sky, which is a nod to skynet.

third place are rocks and stones. hidden below the earth, so close yet so far from the light of the sky.

bdubs is blue sandstone. it looks like the night sky, the way the face of the clock did. he betrayed impulse for scar, who lived in the sandlands.

martyn is amethyst. the purple color is the one most associated with the watchers, and this game is where all the watcher lore really starts. it's also used for spyglasses, which were the southlands symbol.

martyn is also rubellite. not much to say on this one, the color just reminds me of his bleeding heart.

scott is serpentine. it's commonly found in ocean ridges, and scott was of course a mean gill. it's also green, like seaweed, and scott was one of the last greens.

idk i just think that in a series so associated with the number three, we should give a bit more attention to the last three instead of the last one. (1st green, 2nd yellow, 3rd red would be such a cool idea for fanart! cmon guys!)

[leafatlaw]

Obsessed with how in last life Scott’s always watching Jimmy. Seeking him out after he dies and offering him a ridiculous number of chances to kill him. Telling him he loves him and everything else.

and then Jimmy just not reciprocating. Not saying he loves him back, even when Scott lets him kill him. Killing Scott without remorse with everyone else. Letting past lives stay in the past. Content to move on each life and try again. But he can’t break out of his curse and Scott can’t ever get that first life back no matter how much they try

[honeysuckle-limeade]

Woe, last life scar be upon ye- what? Oh it’s the wrong season? We’re on season four now?

Damn.

[piink-u]

A single “ding” resonated in his head – a new cursed beginning for him to live through, for him to force others through; but he couldn’t keep blaming himself for the unrelenting watchful eyes. No, not now – he didn’t have time.

Oh, so many thoughts and so little time.

Time was flowing from an hourglass like sand from an old forgotten castle; time was counting down like willingly given lives; time was being wasted like a two-in-one feckless  prize. Time was running and so was Grian.

In no more than a barely wasted second, Grian made a decision – he would run. Oh, he would run from his terrible repeating fate. He would be bad. Oh, he would defy and rebel – this time, he promised himself, it will be different.

No more scars would dare to pester and smear his old partner’s face and body. No more rips would tear and split his lost friend’s soul. No more would he be able to break his true soulmate’s heart.

Doing well – hells, doing good – failed him time and time again; made him fail Scar time and time again… Oh, but this once “time” isn’t a thing they can feel free to waste so easily. Oh, no.

No; this time Grian was going to be bad – that was his all-mighty promise whispered like nothing more than an oh-so-feeble secret. Grian was going to be bad so Scar could remain good.

[ethossleepy]

Day 13 of my wonderful lovely and forgettable 30 day drawing challenge (I'm not gonna forget again ok :() + Spoof under the cut!

Anyways, this was suggested by my wonderful twin sibling who's a lesbian with broken humour

Okay that's all for now, I hope you enjoyed!

[mysteriousmoss]

Realized I should share this idea I had on a discord call with my friend Pixie and I think my friend Lavi.

Anyways Guardian Angel Skizzleman.

Since he’s died the most I in a half asleep mind set was like what if he took Jimmy’s curse

Skizz is the new Canary.

This also isn’t the first time he has been a guardian Angel. He has been one many times before.

Different Loops same outcome each time.

[years-of-minecraft]

Coral kids exist and that makes me happy and I don’t care if it’s not cannon I’ll make my own cannon

[not-so-anonymous-scotch]

1.4k words, Etho/Bdubs, Last Life, kinda angsty/light hurt/comfort

i had art ideas related to this but i am burnt out on art, so i got my feelings out this way.

read it above on ao3! that one will also have edits/fixes.

but you can also read below.

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  Desperate barely described it at this point. Never did he think he'd be fighting death so hard this season, jumping from red to yellow at every turn. If this was like the previous Life season, he'd be out for good... but he wasn't- not yet. It wasn't even thanks to his own wits either. It was Etho, of course. These were risky times, as Bdubs kept finding himself thrown into hostility over and over. He needed those lives, he had to get them. Until the two of them were on red, he just needed one more life. Each death hurt, but every time he stumbled back to Etho on a new yellow life it reminded him they had to stick together.

  The back and fourths were proof of that. Bdubs smiled softly at the thought as the trudged along behind a line of red lives. Though the more they did it, the more Bdubs knew full well he was clinging onto Etho for dear life. Like a diving bell, sinking to the depths of the darkest ocean, holding him tight, in a place that would rather like him cold and dead. The pressure only got worse every time he pulled Etho down again and again.

  There was a slight pang in his chest, but he pushed it off. He wasn't dragging Etho down, no way. Or he was- but. It felt too good, to be with him. He wasn't going to lose that.

  Little thought went through his head in the next moments- he had to do it quick, he had to make it out, he couldn't mess this up. When the others stepped ahead, Bdubs turned around to Lizzie, sword out. Even his own words flew past his ears as the adrenaline took over. It happened so quick, so quick the relief hadn't hit yet. He was so close, so close- his feet just needed to carry him away to safety. Everything was pounding in his head, blood hot and breathing heavy as Bdubs ran in no particular direction.

  The arrows behind him were flying, and his legs wobbling with exhaustion. There was a sudden sting as an arrow pierced his arm, glancing back as he watched the other red lives readying their bows once more. His feet could barely hold him, and it didn't seem to matter much now- Bdubs was up against the world border.

[ more below the cut ]

  No-

  Panic was immediate. Survival was too, but his anxiety was growing. There was nowhere to go. Was there ever a chance he'd make it out alive? It was a fool's errand. Grian put it best- how could Etho have loyalty to him now? After Bdubs took his generosity so many times?

  No- I need to find him. I was supposed to see him again-

  The whirring sound of a flying arrow made him turn. In less than a second it hit- a jab through his chest. Slumped to the ground, faced with darkness. The sounds of voices were quiet and muffled as the pain dissipated, and his vision slowly returned. Though not in the way he wished- the slight filter over his sight, the faint sounds, and his lifeless body below told him enough.

  Bdubs was dead. Completely, undeniably dead. And for a moment the heavy feelings hadn't hit him yet, and then they did. There were quick reactions in the chat, making him look away until-

  <Etho:> gg buddy

  Bdubs gripped his shirt tight, lips pressed together as he still stood over his dead body. The game was still going, Etho was alive- and didn't want to go. He couldn't be there with him- not in the way he wanted to. But he'd watch.

  And Bdubs did. He ran into a few others in their moments of final death, but they were gone after a few moments, no one sticking around to spectate longer than him. Each new session, he watched. Etho, of course. While it seemed simple enough to watch his friend, it was more so leaving him time to his own thoughts. Every minute he watched, was another minute that he started to feel... bad. The feeling of wanting to be with Etho was being overwhelmed by this creeping guilt.

  Sure, his death was his fault in the end. But the thought of running back to Etho and begging for another life-- he felt bad about it now. It would've left Etho vulnerable too. It wouldn't have helped them. It was his begging that made Etho go through with the plan at all. He was wracking his head over this- not even paying attention to the sudden death messages popping off in the chat box. Until it happened- Etho was killed.

  Frantically, Bdubs tracked down the battle at hand, flying his way over. He heard a few chatting, then a few logging out. Etho was still there. He couldn't see him, but he started to get into earshot of his outro... Bdubs lingered.

  “...Unfortunately-” Etho's voice was faint as Bdubs kept quiet, waiting. “Didn't win it for Bdubs, uh... but he didn't win it for me, either.”

In a quieter voice, he laughs. “Just kidding Bdubs, I love you.”

  Bdubs swallowed hard, and waited until he was done.

“Etho?” He said to nothing but the voice he heard.

There was a moment of quiet. “Bdubs? I saw you were still logged on.. Um, were you here the whole time...?”

“I uh.. I saw the fight, yeah.” Bdubs replied. “Yeah.”

  It was hard to tell if the silence was awkward or unintentional. There was no body language to read.

  “What happened?” Etho started up. “I mean, how'd you die? Your video got corrupted so.. never saw it.”

“Oh I just... I-” Bdubs breathed in sharp, “I got backed up to the border. I couldn't get out. I tried but-”

Bdubs stops, then continues again. “Its okay though, you didn't need to waste a life on me anyways.” He gave a short laugh, “I think I got enough from you, right? How many times did I go red..?”

Etho chuckled briefly. “I wish I sent the life quick- could've saved you.”

Bdubs' brows furrowed, anxiety pricking at his skin. “Ha, yeah. I mean.. You- you'd keep it if I did make it out-”

“What d'you mean?”

Bdubs exhaled. “Uh, well. I know the deal was I'd kill a red life and all, but..” Talking was hard. “Like- I... I didn't need that from you, you would've been yellow and- and I shouldn't be asking you for more lives...”

“But- you can. I...” Etho trailed off for a moment. “Bdubs, I wanted you to.. stay alive.”

Bdubs laughed, “Nooo... I- uh, you... you needed your lives more, I would've taken you down to red in no time if you gave me another!”

  Bdubs always liked to... laugh off his anxieties. He pushed his own support away if he felt bad for taking it at all. He was glad in these moments that neither of them could actually see each other. He felt like a mess, and he probably looked like one.

  “Bdubs... you know how many times I could've killed you, right?” Etho started, “I could've.. I could've tricked you so easy- I didn't though, I wanted to give you a life so we could stay together.”

Bdubs was silent for a moment, somehow still overcome with his guilt. “Yeah but- you told me to kill a red life- it was a death sentence, I was gonna die no matter what.” He was nearly tripping over his words, making up his accusations as he went. His chest tightened. “And it worked, cuz I- I wouldn't need your lives if I was dead.”

  He felt bad about that after he said it, and the silence showed that well.

  “Come on, Bdubs.” Etho's tone dropped a bit, easing out of the loose banter he thought they were having.

“What?”

“You know...” Etho sighed, “you know what I mean. You're just making stuff up. I wanted you- I wanted you to... to stay.”

Bdubs sighed. “I- I just- you did too much for me this season. I just didn't want to-”

“ Too much?” Etho interrupts. “Bdubs, I never do too much for you. I do just the right amount.”

The chuckle he let out comforted Bdubs.

“Yeah-” Bdubs stifled a laugh, “Yeah, I guess.”

“You do enough for me too, you know.”

“I hope so.” Bdubs replied, quieter. “But I'll do more, next time.”

“More? No, no- I'll do more.” Etho said, the image of a grin obvious.

“No, no- you- you don't need to!” Bdubs returned with a laugh, “I'll just not die. I'll keep myself alive, alright?”

“We're gonna die either way next time.” Etho replied, “Just... know I always got your back, okay? I gave you my lives because I care.”

“You care?” It was like a familiar echo from Bdubs' lips.

“I do.”

[toucansfull]

these references took so long that most of it was drawn with anti aliasing [which i havent used in MONTHS] but theyre finally fucking done and thats all that matters

to be fair i didnt need a last life reference ever really so i just used this incomplete as my reference for ALL scars

[alwerakoo]

For something called 'The Life Series' they do tend to encourage a lot of murder