#why is skizz so hard to draw

[damien-dot-com]

*explodes you with his mind*

[opopsums]

“I got the angel and devil on my shoulder right now,,”

“I’m the angel right?”

“You see, from my perspective I’m the angel,”

i dont know if i like my skizzly design or not,,.,..,., i suppose i just have to draw him more ofter to get the hang of it

[funky-fox-fics]

Prompt: redstone

please note that this story takes place in my pc/bs au, so you might not understand this if you haven't read that yet!

“Skizz,” Impulse whispers, night hanging over the windows like a curtain.

It’s those old days, golden and warm, before they’d been split. Even in the haze of a dream, Skizz can still remember what happens after this—what happens because of this. This was the catalyst of it all, the flicked domino that set it all in motion.

“Skizz,” Impulse repeats like a broken record. A nudge against his mind.

Had Impulse said it in their minds alone? It’s hard to tell. The divide’s harsher now, now that they know what it’s like to be speaking with only one tongue. In these old days, the divide is hazy, barely there at all. Maybe the dream’s got it wrong. Maybe it was only through thought. 

Skizz, Impulse says, a nudge against the walls of the dream. Skizz, you have to answer. You know how this dream goes.

“Yeah?”

The night is dark, but Skizz can feel the impressions of Impulse’s grin, even if only with his mind. He already knows what Impulse is going to say. He’d known back then. He knows damn well now. It’s those golden days, before they’d known what it was like. What the Watchers were like.

He thinks about the Watchers who’d given them their usernames and Comms. The brochure—does he still have it in this dream? He must. Maybe it’s still on their old private server, tucked away in some forgotten chest in some forgotten house. On this private server, in this dream, somewhere in this half-remembered dream.

“Look,” Impulse whispers, showing him a screen. It takes the dream a few moments to make the words at least halfway legible, but Skizz knows what it is already. The dream wouldn’t dare fabricate anything, not with two memories strengthening its reality.

The screen bears one truth; one horrible, beautiful truth alone.

The Whisps love him.

It’s simple, really: the Whisps have always loved him. They’re interested in Skizz too, but the Whisps loved Impulse first, and it’s hard to undo that. It’s Impulse who’s good at this kind of stuff, and it’s Impulse who this dream stars. Skizz’s dream; Impulse’s spotlight.

“That redstone farm you did,” he says, very quietly.

“Doc picked it up.”

“Docm77?”

“Yep.”

There’s surprise in his voice. It’s not surprising. Doc had followed through on that promise made back in the Zedlympics—to teach him redstone—but Skizz still doesn’t really know redstone, even now. Impulse is the one who’s good at this kind of stuff. Impulse built the farm somehow. Impulse is the redstoner.

Impulse is purring. It’s rougher, these days. Hesitant. A shame—he sounds best when he’s like this, excited and purring and eyes so so bright and smile reaching over to quirk Skizz’s lips with its enthusiasm.

“I can’t believe it,” Impulse says, and Skizz can. “The Docm77! Liked my redstone farm!”

“We struck gold,” Skizz jokes, and if he had any sort of freedom—if he could twitch a wing or take a breath of his own accord—he’d be off, rummaging through these half-forgotten halls for those Watchers’ names, for something, for anything—for a time machine, for a rift in the world to tear open and escape through, for something to bring it back to this—

“Knew we would eventually,” says Impulse. The dream is about to end. The night is fading into daylight, sharp and piercing. The world is falling through his hands, drifting back into darkness, back into reality.

Skizz isn't good at redstone--not like Impulse. But he's getting better. Doc's teaching him, and Tango and Impulse and Zed and all the other redstoner hermits.

Where had it all gone wrong? What had they done to catch Lady Fate’s attention, draw her gaze to their tangled thread and force her to fix it? Why them?

(There are worse fates than this. Skizz feels like he should be more grateful, sometimes. He’s a Hermit! He’s got friends! He’s alive, which is more than most binaries get! And his primary’s still alive, and they get to be together! They’re both, wonderfully, alive.)

(But still. He can dream.)

The dream breaks open and erupts and collapses, and Skizz falls away from the golden days into the trembling night.

[sheepfish03]

Here is my part of @shepscapades​ ‘s character design challenge! I went with drawing non-life-series hermits as red lifers.

originally I just did Welsknight, but I was on a roll so I added Xb as well, and,,, you can’t separate Xb from Keralis so he’s here too, being his,,, lovely self (wow look at that eldritch horror K propaganda)

(Below the cut I’ve added individual shots of them all without the gradient layer I used as shading here, and I talk a wee bit about the designs etc.)

Some general notes include:

originally I intended for Wels to be working for Ren during 3rd life, but then I was plagued by visions so this is actually set on an original life series season I’ve been calling wanted life (pspsps come closer,,, ask me about this I swear I’ll be normal and not abandon all my current projects to develop a fic or something)

All three of them are an allied, their base Is in a snowy mountain (which is why Wels and Xb have the fur collars) I don’t know what their alliance is called but I’ll figure it out probably

Wels went red first, due to some unfortunate luck regarding the gimmick of this made up season, and had been red for a while before eventually Keralis also joins him on the reds. Xb is the last to turn, and in fact survives on so long that by that time Wels has already lost his last remaining life.

Here’s Wels! My pride and joy! I really wanted to do him because it’d be a great excuse of designing some armor again, without having to chain myself into having to do that for every life series member when I eventually draw them

Originally, to make him seem more intimidating, I was going to put him in a massive suit of armor, but after gathering my references I realized it might be hard to make work with my,,, centaur design for him (You can’t put all that heavy shit on a horse I’m pretty sure!) So instead I just, gave him an different suit of armor than I usually do. If you’re wondering what might be up with all the eye imagery, It’s,,, mostly because I couldn’t figure out anything better to put there so I gave him all the eye imagery I couldn’t give Keralis on account of him being,,, naked.

The really fun part about his design though,,, is his big-ass anime sword! If you can’t tell I was heavily referencing a few genshin impact weapons for this. When he’s green/yellow the eye is closed and only opens when he gets to red.

Xb! He’s a shark. And he has a bow.

I don’t have much to say of him since I was mostly just winging everything here,,, He’s a shark because I like them, he has a bow because hes good with them. the bow looks like that because I wanted it to vaguely look like the same Genshin esque bullshit that Wels’s sword does.

I did give him black eyeliner,,, I,,, can’t remember why I did that but hey it’s there.

Okay so Keralis,,, all red-life-skins, exist on a spectrum, idk what the spectrum is but for reference Skizz’s limited life skin and Rendog’s 3rd life skin are on the opposite ends of the spectrum.

While I would have loved to draw Keralis all badass and stuff,,, I knew in my heart that he would be the kind of guy to,,, you know,,, follow in the footsteps of Scar and Skizz

HOWEVER to make him a little creepy I figured I could tap into those sweet sweet eldritch horror allegations

“But Sheep!” I hear you asking, “Isn’t their base in a snowy mountain, wont he get cold.” He will, and he does. You underestimate how far he’ll go for a bit. (Also it’s a fantastic opportunity for him to steal Xb’s hoodies!)

also a bonus meme I doodled as soon as I realized... the situation

transcript since it’s my handwriting: Has to draw Keralis as a “half naked red-life” instead of a “badass red-life”

Too long, didn’t read, I’m happy for you tho or I’m sorry that happened

[fogwitchoftheevermore]

Assigning Every Fall Out Boy Song to The Life Series

because i'm a normal person with normal person feelings about fall out boy's discography and the life series. trust me.

“every” is a strong word here because fall out boy's discography is Literally Like 150+ Songs so i’m only doing the songs off their main 8 albums in this post. if enough people ask (which i seriously doubt will happen), i’ll do the eps+remixes as well.

sorry if there is an overabundance of certain characters/a lack of certain characters. i tried to include people are frequently as possible but a: i am inherently biased (though some of my faves are pretty underrepresented), b: not everyone has the same amount of content to draw from because they haven't all been in every season and c: some of these guys are simply not fall out boy characters to me. it's just how it is.

so, under the cut will be, in release order, every fall out boy song assigned to a life series character/event+the lyric that i think best represents why i assigned it.

TAKE THIS TO YOUR GRAVE

Tell That Mick He Just Made My List of Things to Do Today: DL!Pearl

To my favorite liar, to my favorite scar (to my favorite scar!)/I could have died with you/I hope you choke on those words that kiss that bottle/Confess (so bury me in memory)

Dead on Arrival: SL!Gem and Pearl (Gem POV)

This is side one, flip me over/I know I'm not your favorite record/The songs you grow to like never stick at first/So I'm writing you a chorus, and here is your verse/No, it's not the last time, 'cause I'd never say no to you/This conversation's still dead on arrival/And there's no way to talk to you/When you're dead on

Grand Theft Autumn / Where Is Your Boy: DL!Etho (JUST TRUST ME. AND ALSO GO WATCH THE BIT WHERE FINDS OUT BDUBS+IMPULSE ARE SOULMATES)

When I wake up/I'm willing to take my chances on/The hope I'd forget that you hate him more than you notice/I wrote this for you (for you, so…)/You need him, I could be him/I could be an accident, but I'm still trying/And that's more than I can say for him/Where is your boy tonight?/I hope he is a gentleman

Saturday: SL!Gem

Pete and I attacked the laws of Astoria with promise and precision/And mess of youthful innocence/And I read about the afterlife, but I never really lived/More than an hour (More than an hour)/When I say/Two more weeks, my foot is in the door, yeah/I can't sleep, in the wake of Saturday

Homesick at Space Camp: Post 3L!Skizz

Tonight is all about "We miss you" now/These friends are, new friends are golden

Sending Postcards From a Plane Crash (Wish You Were Here): Post DL!Joel

Every friend we ever had in common/I will sever the tie, sever the tie with you/You can thank your lucky stars/Everything I wish for will never come true/When you go, I will forget everything about you

Chicago Is So Two Years Ago: LimL!Martyn

You want apologies, girl, you might hold your breath/Until your breathing stops forever, forever/The only thing you'll get is this curse on your lips/I hope they taste of me forever

The Pros and Cons of Breathing: DL!Pearl

Woah, I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself/You know that I could crush you with my voice/Stood on my roof and tried to see you/Forgetting about me/Hide the details/I don't want to know a thing

Grenade Jumper: The Heart Foundation

They'll say it's not worth it, so we'll leave this town in ruin/Living like life's going out of style, and you came to watch us play/Like a "big shot talent", but at the end of the day you know/Woah, those busted lips we take back home

Calm Before The Storm: DL!Ren

You said/Between your smiles and regrets/"Don't say it's over"/Dead and gone, dead and gone, yeah

Reinventing the Wheel to Run Myself Over: DL!Jimmy and Tango

I can't wake up to these reminders of who I am/A failure at everything, 18 going on extinct/I know my place, it's nowhere you should roam

The Patron Saint of Liars and Fakes: SL!Jimmy

I'm all ears and I'm all scars/To hear you tell me, "Boys like you, you try too hard/To look not quite as desperate," I'm hanging on/But I still know the way to make your makeup run/So, and when it all goes to Hell, will you be able to tell/Me "sorry" with a straight face?

FROM UNDER THE CORK TREE

Our Lawyer Made Us Change The Name Of This Song So We Wouldn’t Get Sued: 3L!Impulse

We're only liars but we're the best (We're the best)/We're only good for the latest trends/We're only good 'cause you can have almost famous friends/Besides, we've got such good fashion sense

Of All The Gin Joints In All The World: 3L!Ren and Martyn

You only hold me up like this/'Cause you don't know who I really am/Sometimes I just want to know what it's like to be you

Dance, Dance: DL!Bigb and Ren (Ren perspective, also this is specifically applicable most antagonistic moments of their relationship we get, to be clear. This is not the usual approach I take to them.)

You always fold just before you're found out/Drink up it's last call/Last resort, but only the first mistake, and I/I'm two quarters and a heart down/And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds/These words are all I have so I'll write them/So you need them just to get by/Why don't you show me a little bit of spine/You've been saving for his mattress, love

Sugar, We’re Goin Down: Martyn

We're going down, down in an earlier round (Take aim at myself)/And sugar, we're going down swingin' (Take back what you said)/I'll be your number one with a bullet (Take aim at myself)/A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it

Nobody Puts Baby In The Corner: LL!Cleo

I keep my jealousy close/'Cause it's all mine/And if you say this makes you happy, then I'm not the only one/Lyin'

I’ve Got A Dark Alley And A Bad Idea That Says You Should Shut Your Mouth (Summer Songs): Joel

Joke me something awful just like kisses on the necks of "best friends"/We're the kids who feel like dead ends/And I want to be known for my hits, not just my misses/I took a shot and didn't even come close

7 Minutes In Heaven (Atavan Halen): LimL!Grian

Sitting out dances on the wall/Trying to forget everything that isn't you/I'm not going home alone/'Cause I don't do too well on my own

Sophomore Slump Or Comeback Of The Year: SL!Skizz

We're the therapists pumping through your speakers/Delivering just what you need/We're well-read and poised/We're the best boys/We're the chemists who've found the formula/To make your heart swell and burst/No matter what they say/Don't believe a word

Champagne For My Real Friends, Real Pain For My Sham Friends: DL!Joel and Etho

Strike us like matches, 'cause everyone deserves the flames/We only do it for the scars and stories, not the fame/At least everyone is trying, everyone is shining/Everyone deserves the flames but it's such a shame, such a shame

I Slept With Someone In Fall Out Boy And All I Got Was This Stupid Song Written About Me: Scott

I'm the first kid to write of hearts, lies, and friends/And I am sorry my conscience called in sick again/And I've got arrogance down to a science/Oh, and I'm the first kid to write of hearts, lies, and friends, now

A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More “Touch Me”: LL!BigB

I confess, I messed up/Dropping "I'm sorry" like you're still around/And I know you dressed up/"Hey, kid, you'll never live this down"/And you're just the girl all the boys wanna dance with/And I'm just the boy who's had too many chances/I'm sleepin' on your folks' porch again, dreamin'/She said, she said, she said, "Why don't you just drop dead?"

Get Busy Living Or Get Busy Dying (Do Your Part To Save The Scene And Stop Going To Shows): DL!Grian and Scar (Scar POV)

I know this hurts, it was meant to (it was meant to)/Your secret's out and the best part is it isn't even a good one/And it's mind over you don't, don't matter

XO: LL!Mumbo (Look, this is a stretch, I'll be real, but this song was giving me so much fucking trouble. Let me live.)

To the "love," I left my conscience/Pressed between the pages of/The Bible in the drawer, "What did it ever do for me"/I say/It never calls me when I'm down/Love never wanted me, but I took it anyway/Put your ear to the speaker and choose love or sympathy/But never both, love never wanted me

Snitches and Talkers Get Stitches And Walkers: SL!Tango

Here's a picture with a note, "No, don't turn out like me"/It's only for your own good/No-oh, oh, oh/And haven't you heard, the word on the street is/"I lost it, called it quits," get out into the sun

The Music Or The Misery: LL!Bdubs and Etho (Etho perspective)

I got your love letters, corrected the grammar and sent them back/It's true, romance is dead, I shot it in the chest then in the head/And if you wanna go down in history then I'm your friend/Because they've got me in a band where I've never seen a heart I couldn't break

INFINITY ON HIGH

Thriller: SL!Scar

Last summer, we took threes across the board/But by fall, we were a cover story, "Now in stores"/Make us poster boys for your scene/But we are not making an acceptance speech

“The Take Over, The Breaks Over”: LimL!Cleo

Wouldn't you rather be a widow than a divorcee?/Style your wake for fashion magazines, oh-oh-oh/Widow or a divorcee?/Don't pretend, d-d-d-don't pretend/We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces/We're trapped and well concealed in secret places/We don't fight fair

This Ain’t A Scene. It’s An Arms Race: SL!Scar

I am an arms dealer/Fitting you with weapons in the form of words/And don't really care which side wins/Long as the room keeps singing/That's just the business I'm in

I’m Like A Lawyer With The Way I’m Always Trying To Get You Off (Me & You): SL!Jimmy and Martyn

We're the new face of failure/Prettier and younger, but not any better off/Bulletproof loneliness/At best, at best

Hum Hallelujah: LL!Cleo

I thought I loved you, it was just how you looked in the light/A teenage vow in a parking lot/'Til tonight do us part/I sing the blues and you swallow them too/My words are my faith, to hell with our good name

Golden: Joel (LimL especially, but also just in general)

How cruel is the golden rule/When the lives we lived are only golden-plated?/And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me/Though I carried carats for everyone to see/And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies/And all the lovers with no time for me/And all of the mothers raise their babies/To stay away from me

Thnks fr th Mmrs: LimL!BigB and Pearl

Been looking forward to the future/But my eyesight is going bad/And this crystal ball…/It's always cloudy except for (Except for…)/When you look into the past (Look into the past…)/One night stand…/One night stand off!

Don’t You Know Who I Think I Am?: LimL!Skizz

They say quitters never win/But we walk the plank on a sinking ship/There's a world outside of my front door/That gets off on being down/Oh-oh, oh-oh/I could learn to pity fools as I'm the worst of all/And I can't stop feeling sorry for myself, whoa-oh

The (After) Life Of The Party: Scar, again. I don't know what to tell you, this is a very Scar album.

I'm a stitch away from making it/And a scar away from falling apart, apart/Blood cells pixelate and eyes dilate/And the full moon pills got me out on the street at night

The Carpal Tunnel Of Love: LL!Mumbo and Jimmy

Tired yawns for fawns on hunter's lawns/We're the has-beens of husbands/Sharpening the knives of young wives/Take two years and call me when you're better

Bang The Doldrums: DL+LimL!Jimmy and Tango

The tombstones were waiting, they were half-engraved/They knew it was over, they just didn't know the date…/And I cast a spell over the west to make you think of me/The same way I think of you/This is a love song in my own way/Happily ever after below the waist/Best friends, ex-friends 'til the end/Better off as lovers

Fame > Infamy: LL!Joel

I am God's gift, but why would he bless me with/Such wit without a conscience equipped/I'm addicted to the way I feel when I think of you, whoa/There's too much green to feel blue

You’re Crashing, But You’re No Wave: This is far from the only FOB song about a sensitive topic but it's one of the like... two that I don't feel comfortable assigning to something.

I’ve Got All This Ringing In My Ears And None On My Fingers: DL!BigB

You're a canary, I'm a coal mine/'Cause sorrow is just all the rage/Take one for the team/You all know what I mean/And I'm so sorry but not really/Tell the boys where to find my body

G.I.N.A.S.F.S.: DL!Impulse and Bdubs

Trade baby blues for wide eyed browns/I sleep with your old shirts and walk through this house in your shoes/You know, it's strange/It's a strange way of saying that I know I'm supposed to love you/I'm supposed to love you/I've already given up on myself twice/Third time is the charm, third time is the charm/Threw caution to the wind, but I've got a/Lousy arm

It’s Hard To Say “I Do”, When I Don’t: Am I allowed to say this is a Watchers song? I don't care I'm saying it.

I speak fast and I'm not gonna repeat myself, no/So listen carefully to every word I say/I'm the only one who's gonna get away/With making excuses today/You're appealing to emotions that I simply do not have

FOLIE A DEUX

Disloyal Order Of Water Buffaloes: Impulse

Oh, I'm a loose bolt of a complete machine/What a match, I'm half-doomed, and you're semi-sweet/So boycott love, detox just to retox/And I'd promise you anything for another shot at life

I Don’t Care: LL!Fairy Fort

Let the leaves fall off in the summer/And let December glow in flames (In flames; oh)/Erase myself and let go/Start it over again in Mexico/These friends, they don't love you/They just love the hotel suites now

She’s My Winona: SL!Martyn

We didn't come to compete, this is a demonstration/Even the young ones become irrelevant/They always bring up how you've changed

America’s Suitehearts: SL!Gem

Let's hear it for America's suitehearts, but I must confess/I'm in love with my own sins/You can bow and pretend that/You don't, don't know you're a legend, oh/Time, time, time hasn't told anyone else yet

Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown On A Bad Bet: LimL+SL!Cleo, Bdubs, and Etho

Does your husband know the way that/The sunshine gleams from your wedding band?/Does he know the way, does he know the way/Of the crickets that would convince me to call it a night?/But I will never end up like him/Behind my back, I already am

The (Shipped) Gold Standard: LimL!Bdubs

All the yes-men said "No comment"/My mouth got going/The wrong way, and all the calls started snowing/The time my dad caught me a horseshoe crab/And I asked him if throwing it back into the sea would bring our luck back/I wanna scream "I love you" from the top of my lungs/But I'm afraid that someone else will hear me

(Coffee’s For Closers): LL!BigB

Though change will come, oh, change will come/I will never believe in anything again/We will never believe again/Kick drum beating in my chest again/No, we will never believe again/Preach electric to a microphone stand, oh

What A Catch, Donnie: This song is a compilation of different vocalists from bands associated with the band, a compilation of previous songs of theirs, and one of the only FOB ballads. I can't pull a specific lyric, but this one could be solidly used for a compilation/retrospective of every season so far.

27: This is the other one I don't feel comfortable assigning to anything. Moving on.

Tiffany Blews: SL!Lizzie

I'm not a crybaby/I'm the crybaby/A caterpillar that got stuck/Mr. Moth, come quick with any luck/A long walk to a dark house/A Roman candle heart, keep us far apart/I'm cocktail party doin' alright, hate me baby/Maybe I'm a piece of art/Oh, my friends all lie and say/They only want the best wishes for me

w. a. m. s.: LL!Mumbo

I'm a young one stuck in the thoughts/Of an old one's head/When all the others were just stirrin' awake/I'm tryin' to trick myself to fall asleep again, whoa

20 Dollar Nose Bleed: Dogwarts

When I look at the man who would be king, the man who would be king/Goes to the desert, the same war his dad rehearsed/Came back with flags on coffins and said, "We won, oh, we won"/Permanent jet lag, please take me back (Please take me back)/Please take me back, (ooh, ooh)/I'm a stray dog sick, please let me in

West Coast Smoker: SL!Joel

Wishes bounce me weightless/The infrared scope on pointlessness/The bulls are sedated/And this fight's fixed

Pavlove: SL!Tango

Something make my chest stir/Something make my head blur/Oh, oh, I'm not ready for a handshake with death, no/Oh, oh, I'm just such a happy mess, whoa

SAVE ROCK AND ROLL

The Phoenix: Team TIES

Bring home the boys in scraps, scrap metal the tanks/Get hitched, make a career out of robbing banks/Because the world is just a teller and we are wearing black masks/"You broke our spirit," says the note we pass

My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark (Light Em Up): LL!Cleo

I've got the scars from tomorrow and I wish you could see/That you're the antidote to everything except for me/Through a constellation of tears on your lashes/Burn everything you love then burn the ashes

Alone Together: The Roomies (Cleo, Etho, and Grian)

I don't know where you're going/But do you got room for one more troubled soul?/I don't know where I'm going/But I don't think I'm coming home/And I said, "I'll check in tomorrow if I don't wake up dead"/This is the road to ruin and we're starting at the end

Where Did The Party Go: LL!Tango

I'm here to collect your hearts/It's the only reason that I sing/I don't believe a word you say/But I can't stop listening

Just One Yesterday: LL!Bdubs and Etho

If heaven's grief brings hell's rain/Then I'd trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday/(I know I'm bad news)/For just one yesterday/(I saved it all for you)

The Mighty Fall: DL!Divorce Quartet

Your crooked love is just a pyramid scheme and I'm dizzy on dreams/(And I'm dizzy on dreams)/But if you ask me two's a whole lot lonelier than one/Baby, we should have left our love in the gutter where we found it/(Gutter where we found it)/'Cause you think, you think your only crime is that you got caught

Miss Missing You: Impulse and Bdubs (Impulse POV)

Baby, you were my picket fence, I miss missing you now and then/Chlorine kissed summer skin, I miss missing you now and then/Sometimes before it gets better, the darkness gets bigger/The person that you'd take a bullet for is behind the trigger/Oh, we're fading fast, I miss missing you now and then

Death Valley: This is the soundtrack to the LL Battle Royale Finale

We're going to die, it's just a matter of time/Hard times come, good times go/I'm either gone in an instant/Or here 'til the bitter end, I never know

Young Volcanoes: The Heart Foundation

C'mon, make it easy, say I never mattered/Run it up the flag pole/We will teach you how to make boys next door/Out of assholes (Hahaha!)/Tonight, the foxes hunt the hounds/It's all over now

Rat A Tat: LL!Grian and Mumbo (mostly Grian POV)

But I'll take your heart served up two ways/I sing a bitter song/I'm the lonelier version of you/I just don't know where it went wrong

Save Rock And Roll: DL!Pearl

I cried tears you'll never see/So fuck you, you can go cry me an ocean, and leave me be/You are what you love, not who loves you/In a world full of the word 'yes', I'm here to scream/No, no (No, no)/Wherever I go, go (go, go)/Trouble seems to follow

AMERICAN BEAUTY/AMERICAN PSYCHO

Irresistible: SL!Gem and Pearl (Gem POV)

Count me in unannounced, drag my nails on the tile/I just follow your scent/You can't just follow my smile/All of your flaws are aligned with this mood of mine/Cutting me to the bone/Nothing left to leave behind/You ought to keep me concealed just like I was a weapon/I didn't come for a fight but I will fight till the end/This might be your battle, might not turn out okay/You know you look so Seattle, but you feel so LA

American Beauty/American Psycho: LL!Scott

I think I fell in love again/Maybe I just took too much cough medicine/I'm the best worst thing that hasn't happened to you yet/The best worst thing/You take the full, full truth, then you pour some out/You take the full, full truth, then you pour some out/And you can kill me, kill me or let God sort ‘em out

Centuries: LimL!Martyn

And I can't stop 'til the whole world knows my name/Cause I was only born inside my dreams/Until you die for me, as long as there's a light, my shadow's over you/Cause I am the opposite of amnesia

The Kids Aren’t Alright: The Mounders

It twists my head just a bit to think/All those people in those old photographs I've seen are dead/And in the end/I'd do it all again/I think you're my best friend

Uma Thurman: 3L!Cleo

You'll find your way/And may death find you alive/Take me down the line/In Gem City, we turn the tide

Jet Pack Blues: Impulse and Bdubs

Honey, don't you leave/Don't you remember how we used to split a drink?/It never mattered what it was, I think/Our heads were just that close/The sweetness never lasts, you know

Novocaine: Guess what, it's Joel again. I'm not even a Joel main why is this happening.

In the truly gruesome do we trust/I will always land on you like a sucker punch/Singing I am your worst, I am your worst nightmare

Fourth Of July: LL!Lizzie and Cleo (Lizzie POV)

I said I'd never miss you/But I guess you never know/May the bridges I have burned/Light my way back home on the fourth of July/I wish I'd known how much you loved me/I wish I cared enough to know

Favorite Record: Post DL!Jimmy

You were the song stuck in my head/Every song that I've ever loved/Play it again and again and again/And you can get what you want but it's never enough

Immortals: 3L!Grian and Scar

I am the sand in the bottom half of the hourglass, glass (Glass)/(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)/Oh, I try to picture me without you, but I can’t/'Cause we could be immortals/Immortals/Just not for long, for long/And live with me forever now/Mmm, pull the blackout curtains down/Just not for long, for long

Twin Skeleton’s (Hotel In NYC): SL!Martyn and Jimmy

I just need enough of you to dull the pain/Just to get me through the night 'till we're twins again/'Til we're stripped down to our skeletons again/'Til we're saints just swimming in our sins again/And there's a jet black crow droning on and on and on/Up above our heads droning on and on and on/Keep making trouble 'til you find what you love/I need a new partner in crime and you, you shrug that

MANIA

Stay Frosty Royal Milk Tea: 3L!Ren

I'm 'bout to go Tonya Harding on the whole world's knee/And I'm stuck, night vision, so stuck, night vision/But I come to life, come to life/Some princes don't become kings/Even at the best of times, I'm out of my mind/You only get what you grieve

The Last Of The Real Ones: Bdubs

My head is stripped, just like a screw that's been tightened too many times/When I think of you, when I think of you/I will shield you from the waves if they find you/I will protect you, I will protect you/Just tell me, tell me, tell me I, I am the only one/Even if it's not true, even if it's not true, yeah

HOLD ME TIGHT OR DON’T: DL+LimL!Etho and Joel

I got too high again, realized I can't not be with you/Or be just your friend, I love you to death, but I just can't/I just can't pretend, we weren't lovers first/Confidants but never friends, were we ever friends?/But when your stitch comes loose, I wanna sleep on/Every piece of fuzz and stuffing that comes out of you/You, I took too many hits off this memory/I need to come down/An-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-nother day goes by/So hold me tight, hold me tight, or don't/Oh n-n-no, no, this isn't how our story ends

Wilson (Expensive Mistakes): LL!Bdubs

There's nothing more cruel than to be loved by everybody but you (but you)/Than to be loved by everybody but you, (but you) but you/If I could get my shit together/I'm gonna run away and never see any of you again/Never see any of you again/I hope the roof flies off and we get blown out into space/I-I always make such expensive mistakes

Church: SL!Lizzie

I love the world/But I just don't love the way it makes me feel/Got a few more fake friends/And it's getting hard to know what's real/And if death is the last appointment/Then we're all just sitting in the waiting room (Mr. Stump?)/I am just a human trying to avoid my certain doom

Heaven’s Gate: LimL!Skizz (right at the end)

I got dreams of my own, but I want to make yours come true/So please come through, honey please, please come through/Oh, go out in the world, start over again and again/As many times as you can

Champion: SL!Pearl

I got rage every day, on the inside/The only thing I do is sit around and kill the time/I'm trying to blow out the pilot light/I'm trying to blow out the light/I'm just young enough to still believe, still believe/But young enough not to know what to believe in/Young enough not to know what to believe/If I can live through this, if I can live through this/If I can live through this, I can do anything

Sunshine Riptide: LL!Scott

The world tried to burn all the mercy outta me/But you know I wouldn't let it/It tried to teach me the hard way, I can't forget it

Young And Menace: LimL!Martyn

We've gone way too fast for way too long/And we were never supposed to make it half this far/And I lived so much life, lived so much life/I think that God is gonna have to kill me twice

Bishops Knife Trick: Bad Boys

I got a feeling inside that I can't domesticate/It doesn't wanna live in a cage, a feeling that I can't housebreak/And I'm yours 'til the earth starts to crumble and the heavens roll/Away, I'm struggling to exist with you and without you, yeah

SO MUCH (FOR) STARDUST

Love From The Other Side: SL!Etho

I'd never go, I just want to be invited, oh, got to give up/Get the feeling, get the feeling, don't fight it, fight it/Sending my love from the other side of the apocalypse/And I just about snapped, don't look back/Every lover's got a little dagger in their hand

Heartbreak Feels So Good: 3L!Grian

Is there a word for bad miracle?/Nobody said the road was endless/Nobody said the climb was friendless/But could we please pretend this won't end?

Hold Me Like A Grudge: DL!Pearl

(You put the "fun" into dysfunction)/Hold me, hold me like a grudge/The world is always spinning, and I can't keep up, woah/Faster and faster, can't do it on my own/Part-time soulmate, full-time problem, yeah/So hold me like a grudge

Fake Out: SL!Lizzie

But I didn't take the love when I had the chance/But I swear I'm not sad anymore/So make no plans and none can be broken/No plans and none can be broken/Do you laugh about me whenever I leave?/Or do I still need more therapy?

Heaven, Iowa: 3L!Scar

And they don't know how much they’ll miss/At least until you're gone like this/Talking to the mirror, say, "Save your breath/Half your life you've been hooked on death"

So Good Right Now: DL!Bdubs

And I know, I know I've made mistakes, yeah/And I know, I know, but at least they were mine to make/They were mine to make/And all of our wildest dreams, they just end up with a-you and me/So, let's drive until the engine just gives out

The Pink Seashell: Ok, I cannot pull a lyric for this because it is the world’s most specific monologue, but the general message of it (“Life is a lottery and bad shit happens all the time, so might as well find happiness in the good things, even the small things.”) feels like it could be Skizz. Just trust me. This one is so fucking difficult.

I Am My Own Muse: LimL!Jimmy

Here I am, not sure you should take a chance/I like playin' dumb, lettin' you figure me out/But I was faded, in my own defense/So, drop a bomb on all the things we dreamed about

Flu Game: SL!Joel

Last night I dreamt I still knew you/You/I carved out a place in this world for two/But it's empty without you/I got all this love I've got to keep to myself/All this effort to make it look effortless

Baby Annihilation: Scott

The first time I took the mask off, just had another one on underneath

The Kintsugi Kid (Ten Years): LimL+ SL!Martyn (but mostly LimL)

Passed my old street, the house I grew up in/It breaks your heart, but four of the Ramones are dead/I felt you at the beginning, but needed you at the end/We're goin' low, low, low, low

What A Time To Be Alive: SL!Bigb

When, when, when I said, "Leave me alone", this isn't quite what I meant/I got the quarantine blues, bad news, what's left?/So, it seems the vulture's gettin' too full to fly, oh/What a time to be alive

So Much (For) Stardust: Ren

I'm in a winter mood, dreamin' of spring now/Burnin' myself down, burnin' myself down, burnin'/I feel like something that's been stretched out over and over again/Until I'm creased, and I'm about to break down the middle/Split me right down the middle, right, right down the middle, yeah

[wireman-au]

[OOC] hey hi! i have. a question for you that you do NOT have to answer but uh. what do all of the characters so far LOOK like? like what clothes do they wear, do they have inhuman traits at all, what objects do they usually carry, etc etc. (if you want you can include tango in this too because i’m cooking up ideas also if you have any ideas for like. a poster of sorts for this i would LOOOVE to draw it) but yes yes no pressure to answer!

well that seems like a reasonable stopping place for the night.

so! in my head there are a few details that are important about everyone we've seen so far!

both impulse and skizz are fairly big guys, but impulse is like, 5'9" and just built big in my head, while skizz is like, 6'4" and built like a linebacker in my head. i don't know WHY skizz is so Triangular to me, but know that he is.

impulse dresses like a dad who wears cargo shorts despite not being a dad in this au because i can't imagine a universe where impulse doesn't dress like a guy who shops at home depot but is slightly confused by doing so.

skizz is a little more varied, but also a little more practical for outdoor stuff because he works a lot outdoors. i also picture him as the kind of guy who would wear a tuxedo t-shirt? i think that would be funny. unnecessary detail.

both of them are otherwise relatively plain-looking.

etho has white hair because i am letting myself give in to a FEW not-realistic appearance things that are fun to have around. he dresses in plain colors. he does have a mask in this au, albeit a more normal one--think a cloth or surgical mask like you might see people wearing around in general these days.

as for tango... i'm allowing for red eyes, i think my conception of him in my head skews slightly more towards irl tango than some designs? he's blonde like his in-game avatar, but trying to explain more about his appearance details is... hard. bomber jackets seem like a him kind of thing for his casual clothes, though, so that's probably what impulse would picture him in.

there are also a few design details i'm not telling you right now about everyone because impulse does not know them yet.

[art-by-fate]

art-by-fate Info Post :D

Hello wonderful world! I am Fate, and this is where I post my art! I do sketches, digital drawings, and animations!

I post pretty much just whatever art I feel like posting here, which is mainly mcyt-related stuff. (Hermitcraft, life-series, Imp & Skizz, etc. I tag things accordingly.)

I mostly only post art, but occasionally I will answer asks or very rarely reblog something, for which I have the following tags:

#not art — for anything that’s not an art post!

#fate reblog — anything I’ve reblogged

#ask — for asks I’ve answered

Pretty much the only other site I'm active on is YouTube, however I also technically have a Twitter, & Instagram. (I also participate in ArtFight every summer!) Most places I'm known as FateSerpent8!

Stuff you could be wondering:

Q: What are your pronouns?

A: He/him, just your average guy. Though, I'm not bothered by someone using they/them pronouns for me if they want to. :)

Q: I sent in an ask, will it ever get answered?

A: Can't give you a solid yes as I don't like posting super often, especially if it's a super old ask at this point, BUT to anyone who I haven't answered, I want you to know that I have 100% seen your ask and I could not possibly express how much your kind words mean to me. Often times I don't answer because I literally don't know what to say, you guys are so, so incredible.

Q: Do you/will you ever do commissions?

A: I do not currently do commissions, nor do I have any specific plans to do them. I tried to get into it for a long time, but at the end of the day, I make art for myself. Bringing what other people want into it, especially if it involves money, is really hard for me personally, and just generally not really what I want to do. HOWEVER! I'm not opposed to doing things like art trades or the occasional drawing request if I feel inspired to take it on!

Another thing to keep in mind is that I do participate in ArtFight every year for those who are on there! :D

Q: Why don't you post very often?

A: I just don't like being on social media too much. It's a little overwhelming for me, and can make me feel disconnected from my real life. When I post my art here, It's because I know it might make someone's day just a little bit better, and I do occasionally like sharing my ideas, or a piece that I'm particularly proud of! But I don't follow anyone with this account, so I don't see other people's posts unless I go looking for them. When it comes to the internet, I pretty much just watch YouTube videos and Twitch streams from creators I like, and then do my own thing!

(You might also catch me on a few Discord servers if you're lucky!)

If you have any other questions, feel free to ask, and if I feel like giving a response I will!

[oshawottarchive]

hi! I voted for Skizzleman :P

Can I get an angel skizz maybe? (No rush ofc!)

I have no idea why he was so hard for me to draw, but here you go!

[themightywolftiger]

Jimmy was... afraid of being trapped within the timeloop. Afraid of being alone, afraid of being forgotten, and afraid of what would happen if the loop didn't get fixed.

In his fear, the canary hybrid sought out anyone that would listen to him. Anyone that could still see him despite his ghostly, looping state.

Jimmy wound up finding someone that would here him out: Skizzleman.

The angel/bird hybrid was confused at first, but he really did want to help Jimmy out. Jimmy tried to explain what was happening, but the crash of lightning and Martyn's deranged laughter cut through their chat.

In that moment, Jimmy acted upon instinct alone. He grabbed Skizz by his hand as the world went grey. Skizz eventually woke up back at Team B.E.S.T's base. And once he returned to his ghostly state, He and Jimmy eventually found a ghostly Joel.

And now, when the world stops and eventually begins to go back, Joel and Skizz find themselves falling through a plane of purple. However, as the world around them shifts and changes as they fall, there's something that always the same:

In the distance, a clocktower with two familiar figures falling as well.

(My ramblings below the cut)

So, with Hermitcraft 10 revealing Joel and Skizz being new hermits, my work on Frozen Over being a bit halted (Drawing and writing are both hard), and my continuous enjoyment of Timeloop AUs coming back, I've figured that I should talk briefly talk about Joel and Skizz's involvement within Limited Loop AU.

Both lifers are brought into the loop by Jimmy (By force/accident and/or by willingness). But once aware of the loop, they both are willing to help Jimmy (and even Martyn) fix the loop and rescue everyone.

Little things about each of them:

Skizz:

Skizz doesn't quite understand what caused the loop. But, he does know that Jimmy needs a shoulder to cry on and a hug.

Skizz is in charge of getting the rest of B.E.S.T to help Jimmy once they're ghosts (and even when they're alive)

He's also in charge of morale.

When a ghost, Skizz constantly emits a blue glow.

Joel:

Joel wasn't found in the best state before he joins the loop. His anger boils over quite easily (his eyes turn fully red and his body crackles with electricity).

However, despite this, once he's able to breathe, he's fully willing to help Jimmy fix the loop.

Joel's job is primarily recon. He constantly keeps watch of the other lifers and tries to help Martyn find what he needs to fix the loop.

When a ghost, Joel constantly emits a green glow.

Both:

Joel and Skizz both have the ability to bring others into the loop, like Jimmy. It's significantly weaker though.

Like Martyn and Jimmy, the two hybrids have hourglass shaped pupils (it doesn't affect their vision and it only seems to affect one eye)

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Bonus doodle of the two on a solid black background, mimicking the drawing of Jimmy's ghostly design:

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Drawing wise I tried to keep to their Limited Life skins to the best of my ability. But, to be honest, I didn't want to draw Skizz in a speedo (That's why he's in heart boxers).

Also, the clock tower is a reference to another drawing I did for Limited Loop:

https://www.tumblr.com/themightywolftiger/721328337857003520/will-this-loop-ever-end-i-dont-know-but?source=share

[inverted-flowers]

Secret Life Tarot Reading no 7.

It's Etho's turn!

This is the last reading done prior to Ep 4s! Which is mildly annoying to myself cuz I was really hoping to get more of them done this week... Anyway! I didn't know what color to use for Etho so I picked purple cuz no one else left is gonna be purple.

First Card - Start

I've drawn The Star in Reverse to describe the (now passed) start of the season for Etho. I'm really feeling like this is about his first task from the secret keeper. This card is talking about an initial (albeit probably short lived or simply just fake) arrogance. That's then followed by feeling overwhelmed. I really don't wanna spoil for those who haven't seen it so I'm not sure there's much else I can say. This is past tense too so...

Second Card - Individual

This card is meant to describe how Etho plays Secret Life. For this I drew the Nine Of Cups. This card talks about comfort and accomplishment and I'm thinking he's probably just trying to have some fun. Which makes sense to me! So far Etho's pov gives a much more chill vibe than the other's who have at least some air of competitiveness.

Third Card - Social

This card is meant to describe how things go for Etho in the social aspect this season. I drew the Eight Of Wands. This card talks about direction and being back on track. Maybe we're talking about Etho and Cleo here. They are teamed up this season after their whole divorced family thing in Limited Life. But there's a line in my deck's manual that I'd like to quote because... wow lmao. "The ideas and opinions of the flock are no longer in the way."

... Tango, Impulse, and Skizz really getting dissed by a deck of cards huh? Now I'm not so sure that's what she's getting at here but this was too funny of a concept not to share haha.

Other than that this could be talking about outside Cleo and Etho's team as well. Or, even more interestingly, particular times this season! Maybe he does really well with avoiding letting the others distract him too much from his tasks for example. How fun!

Fourth Card - Big Impact

This card is meant to describe what makes the biggest impact for Etho. I drew Death in Reverse. This card discusses being resistant to necessary change which then holds him back. There's honestly a lot of ways this could manifest. Firstly he could be dealing with alliance trouble which seems unlikely. Then there's the option that this alligns with a task. It could also crop up socially with Etho maybe holding a grudge that only serves to cause him more problems to keep.

Fifth Card - End

I drew the Seven Of Pentacles in Reverse for the ending of Etho's season. This card represents doubt and how short term positives can cause more harm for the long term. This is very very broad and could apply in a lot of different areas but... well maybe not a win prediction here huh?

Final Thoughts and Theories:

This reading was painful... literally. I don't know why but while I was drawing the cards I got this awful burning sensation on my palms. Like it felt as if I'd just tripped and scrapped my hands on like a newer-ish sidewalk ya know? It was only during the selection process so uh... I dunno what that was about. But I did pick the cards a bit quicker this time so that's nice! My indecision usually causes QUITE the delay lmao.

So I don't exactly think this was predicting Etho as our winner here. With our 2nd card though I highly doubt he'd be too upset over it. This reading feels a lot more broad and open ended almost. It's hard for me to say much in the way of my usual ideas for how the cards predictions may manifest.

'Til next time friends!

[jellyfishmika]

joels memory was suffering so much. he struggled to remember what happened to him an hour ago. did he eat breakfast? he couldn't remember, because etho wasn't there for that. and anything without etho wasn't important to him. impulse couldn't take it anymore. he'd get skizz alone one night and tell skizz everything that he'd been seeing. he needed someone he could trust on this, someone to support him to help him know that he wasn't crazy. skizz, being the nice guy he is, supported impulse entirely, giving him comfort and saying its not his fault. skizz would tell him to get xisuma, and impulse agreed. they had a plan. tell xisuma everything that impulse had been seeing. and so the two of them did. and xisuma listened, and listened. xisuma had known etho for over a decade, he wouldn't do this. but with what impulse and skizz were saying... it made sense to why joel was so off at meetings... and the scars... he didn't want to punish etho, since he still didn't fully think etho actually did it. instead, he said that etho and joel had to stop seeing eachother for two weeks. etho would be fine right? its not a punishment, its just to make sure both etho and joel are okay, and they live pretty far away so it shouldn't be too hard.

oh joel is literally a shell of who he used to be. he's meek, thinner, insecure, and always attached to etho's hip. he did everything with etho now, even sometimes just sitting aside and watching etho work on whatever it was he was working on. joel knew he should be working on his own base... but he couldn't do it without etho. because of this, joel's base progress was next to nothing. there was no way etho could keep his hands to himself ><

ahhh xisuma making the two stay apart for two weeks, and that's it! skizz is hoping it works and whatever the hell is happening will stop, yet impulse knew better. he knew that nothing would happen. after the two weeks were up, he'd keep hearing screams from joel's base, every interaction with the two would just leave a sour taste in his mouth, and those scars. they'd only grow.

when etho heard the news from xisuma, he was taking it a lot better than he thought. he still had his shrine of joel, he could still monitor joel's mailbox, and when those weeks were up? the two would still be on the same server. it wasn't the best outcome, but it was far from the worst. etho knew that if he kept himself busy, the two weeks would fly by! he put his all into his frogger game and his shop, making leaps and bounds in progress. yet, when he came back to his base.. it was the worst. he didn't know what to do in his spare time. he could still smell joel all over the secret room he had made, and in etho's own bed. he'd start making more drawings of joel, drawings of what he wants to do to him right now. he wrote sick love letters, not sending them in case that was against xisuma's word.

joel on the other hand? he thought he was going to die. he didn't object to what xisuma said, scared something bad would happen. would something worse be put in place instead? he didn't know what to do. he knew impulse said something. he ruined everything. two weeks? two weeks without etho? joel kept forgetting to eat without etho telling him to. he'd stay up all night, trying to talk himself through everything that was happening. his scars started healing up, but.. etho didn't want joel to be the one to make them. he messed up last time. but the scars. he needed them there. it wouldn't be right if they were gone. etho would be upset! oh no, what if he was upset now? how could he feel better if joel wasn't there? what would etho do? was he okay? was he hurt? he had to go see him. but.. he wasn't allowed to. he didn't want etho to get in trouble. if etho got in trouble, he'd be taken away from joel. he can't be taken away. they can't do that to joel.

the first week wasn't even up before impulse started getting threatening letters in the mail. telling him whoever was sending the letters would kill him if he didn't take back what he said. they'd cut him open, tear him apart, make slits on his tongue so he'd choke on his own blood. it.. had to be from etho. joel wouldn't say this shit. impulse used to think etho wouldn't do this either but, well, recent events proved otherwise.

before impulse could go tell skizz about this new update, joel visited him at his base. he was a complete mess. his face was a bloody mess, same with his arms. impulse felt sick when he realised joel's eye was missing now, not just deformed but full on gone. he wanted to help joel, so badly. he was not okay. he tried to treat joel's wounds, but all joel said was impulse can't touch him. don't touch. please. it hurt seeing his friend like this. joel kept choking on his own tears, mumbling about how sorry he was, impulse please don't tell xisuma. joel doesn't know what to do, he's lost, please impulse.

oh! and in these two weeks while etho's alone :3 grian is very much trying everything he could to get etho's attention again. failing, but trying!

[limelocked]

every single 3rdlife member, some of which i had to update from last week due to some unexpected deaths and skin changes of which only skizzs was taken into acount because its the only cool one

click for quality i guess and send me validation via reblogs if you want

some notes:

every member has on their right wrist a tattoo that indicates what life they’re on, some people cover it up and accidentally forget what color they are or just dont notice because its become too much part of the usual

scott and jimmy share flowers between scotts tail and jimmys flowercrown, if there were more hobbits i would give them flowers too

scar has prostetic legs and vex wings, two things that are exceptionally hard to draw from memory but two things that got me out of the funk that licked me out of finishing scars drawing and by extention the whole lineup, he and grian share a lil patch for monopoly mountain that will change the secont they get a canon banner design

cleo and bdubs are the only ones who are totally part of team crastle and i gave them both hip bags to tie them together, impulse also had one but on the wrong side due to his twofaced nature, tango is there because he didnt fit in anywhere else and because he used to have a good relationship with the crastle before the fireing squad

bdubs’ arms are lava from his most recent death and tangos outfit is inspired by a japanese jinbei and a haori on top, a yellow heart where he got shot

all the vassals of the red army wear the banner design somewhere on their design; skizz as his tie, joel on his back, etho and bigb as patches on their jackets. ren and martyn doesnt because i didnt think of the idea until later and martyns pallet doesnt fit with the banner

scott and martyn are blatantly fae, their legs are thin as twigs but theyre not human so dont worry about it

etho.... i watched a lot of videos on samurai armour to get this outfit right and in general researching traditional japanese clothes just so i could get two out of the three naruto motherfuckers out of their cosplay. he has the hakama at knee height for ease of movment and the kimonos sleeves are tied up to not interfere with any redstone, same to why he has rolled up the sleeves on his haori jacket

skizz is a furry

its also a coincidence that skizz and joel who both have endermen parts in their designs ended up next to each other, i just merely put the red army in the order i judged them to have become part of the team in

martyn and bigb have their diamond swords from the day 1 fact, grian does not. is this a choice? who knows

oh yeah and the original idea was for all three naruto men to be kitsune to some extent, martyn being like Less of a furry because he’s better at hiding the fact that he’s a weeb from mc skin alone, then that fell thru but im still happy with etho and tangos designs

[unexpectedly-haunted]

Blood Moon

Third Life SMP Werewolf AU where the full moon changes the Red King. What if he became a monster in a much more literal sense? Warning for graphic violence and multiple deaths. 

It’s the dead of night, and the moon hangs high in the sky. Or, Ren imagines it does. He can’t see anything except the uneven stone ceiling, dimly lit by a few remaining torches. It’s quiet in the basement of Dogwarts, alone in his makeshift bedroom. He doesn’t like sleeping alone, he’s found, and turning red hasn’t helped. The newly heightened paranoia has him twitch at every flicker of shadow, tense at each distant movement of a villager. It’s hard to drift off to sleep when his heart’s going a mile an hour, blood constantly roaring in his ears. Ren wishes Martyn were here, or Skizz, Etho, BigB, anyone he can still trust. Surely having someone else here could help. Yes, the bloodlust is just as ever-present as the paranoia, but Ren would rather die than turn on his own knights. He just wants a friend here with him, and his Hand is just a room away-

But no, he couldn’t bother Martyn like that, not with something so childish. He needs to be strong, for them. He also needs to be well rested to fight, let alone function, but he’s trying, okay? He rolls over, determinedly shutting his eyes. Sleep will come any minute now, he’s sure of it. Ignore the bloody bodies behind your eyelids, ignore the phantom itching of your claws, just breathe deep and let it all go.

…

Yeah, he’s still awake. Ren growls, pressing his palms to his eyes. Hell and highwater, what’s wrong with him? It’s not like he’s been sleeping peacefully lately, but it shouldn’t be this bad! Under the blankets, his skin is crawling. He kicks off the covers, dragging himself out of bed. Enough. Enough of this. His chest is tight, his teeth ache. His hands are curled into fists, claws drawing blood as he makes his way to the surface. Why is his head spinning? Why are his bones aching, why does he feel like he’s going to split in two? Red-stained claws clutch at tangled hair, and he’s staggering now as he steps outside.

The cool night air is like ice against feverish skin, but Ren barely notices. Not when his gaze is drawn, inexplicably, to the moon. It shines bright, unnaturally so, and it seems larger than it should. But more than that, it is the sight of a full moon that greets him. He stands barefoot in damp grass, wheat whispering in fields around him, moonlight painting the scene silver. Ren can’t look away. He reaches up, and his sunglasses fall to the ground. The moon’s glow reflects in the dark of his eyes, and he stands transfixed until his legs give out from under him.

He hardly has time to be surprised before his mind goes blank with pain.

Ren’s body convulses. His bones- his bones are moving, they’re breaking and rejoining, shifting under his skin, and he can’t support himself at all, slumping forward as his arms fail him. His head is pressed against the wet grass, tears streaming from screwed shut eyes, and he is changing, and he can’t control it, and it hurts. His muscles spasm, and the skin on his face, his hands, everywhere splits and bleeds and changes and it’s red and red and red and nothing but sheer, blinding agony. He screams until his jaw breaks, bones disconnecting and then lengthening, reshaping, reforming into a snout, and then Ren is howling a wordless animal wail.

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Shaking, a wolf stands under the light of the full moon. Its hulking silhouette could be fearsome, but in this moment it is unsteady on trembling legs, brown fur prickling along its back. It whines, ears pressed against its head and tail hanging low, looking across the empty fields. Where is its pack? Where are its friends, the ones it wants to hunt with, care for, protect? It lifts its great head and howls, the sound ringing out across Dogwarts, but the call fades to an echo without an answer. The wolf paces in a circle, tipping its head back and howling again, this time a mournful, piercing cry.

The wolf’s claws dig into soft ground, paws sinking through soil. It pads around, exploring where it has found itself. It treks through fields of swaying, golden stalks, trampling the crop with heavy steps, and follows the length of cold cobble walls. It’s pace quickens, restless, searching for a way out. It comes to the door, securely chained and padlocked, and rears onto its hind legs, slamming its full weight against the wood. The door shudders in its frame, and with another hit, the wood splinters and comes crashing down. It is out.

The giant wolf runs in leaps and bounds through the forest, wind in its fur. Trees blur as it rushes over fallen logs and stumps, the cold night air and strong scent of pine deep in its lungs. It aches for something to hunt, longing for the thrill of the chase, of the kill. If it cannot have its pack, it must have this. It picks up a nearby scent, not quite human but close enough. It is the smell of poppies and ozone, and all that means to the wolf is prey. Animal bloodlust is singing in its veins, and its eyes shine an unnatural red.

It approaches the shattered, burnt remains of wooden walls, slinking through the ruins down the hill. In the valley a lone man sits by a pond, staring unseeing into the water. Red lights flicker and dance around his head, reflecting in the dark pool, and he is so caught up in his thoughts he doesn’t hear the wolf approach. It stays low to the ground as it slinks closer, then lunges. The man shouts as he’s shoved down and pinned, the wolf’s claws sinking into the flesh of his back. A gleaming blue sword appears in his hand, but before he can swing, his arm is forced down with a sickening crunch. He cries out, tears in his eyes, trying to wrench himself free, but the wolf only digs its claws in deeper. Its jaws close around his throat, wrenching his head to the side, and across the server, communicators buzz.

Smajor1995 was slain by Renthedog

Blood coats its muzzle, hot and wet. A pool is already spreading from the corpse’s mangled neck, and more blood drips from drenched fur as the wolf lifts its head. It bares red slick fangs in a howl, but the sound morphs into a snarl when its call is answered not by its pack, but by its enemies. Its ears swivel in their direction, and the wolf leaves the mangled body to rot.

This time it runs up and over hills, the scent of the other wolves growing ever stronger. The smell is cloying and ashy, and its lips pull in distaste. It finds this pack around a burnt house, half the roof missing and parts of the walls caved in, with scraps of tattered red fabric hanging over the door. Still, it can hear the steady thump of a human heart within those broken walls, and while some of the wolves gathered outside are asleep, half the pack are awake and alert. It finds it doesn’t mind the obstacle, in fact anticipating the fight. It emerges from the treeline, meeting the eyes of the animals that snap toward it. Their hackles rise, snarling, but it continues forward, baring bloodied teeth. The sleeping wolves start to wake, and soon there is a growling, red eyed horde anticipating its approach. It lowers itself to the ground, muscles tensing, and leaps into the fray.

It is fur and teeth and frenzy. Its fangs sink into necks, hides, legs, anything it can get its jaws around. Claws slash and cut, blood trickling down brown fur, but it hardly notices, doesn’t slow. The wolf lashes at the smaller animals, grey wolves falling with whimpers and bloody lines raked into their flanks. There’s a bite at its side, and it rears up, trying to shake the wolf loose, but the animal sinks its teeth in further. Others take the opportunity to lunge for its exposed belly, but it slams them away with a heavy paw, thudding back down into all fours. This movement finally throws the biter off, and its throat is quickly torn out. Blood seeps into the ground, matted with fur, and the fight continues over the bodies of the fallen pack. Only a few left, but the brown wolf, despite its size and strength, is starting to stumble. A nasty attack to its leg has it off balance, and it stands unsteady as three wolves begin to circle it. It bares its teeth again, now coated in the blood of their fellows, but the wolves don’t back down.

A whistle cuts through the panting and growls, and all heads turn towards the source. A man with grey skin and glittering red eyes steps out from under the half-collapsed doorway. White shirt sleeves are pushed up to his forearms, and he has a shield in one hand and a sword in the other. The brown wolf recognises the ash of the pack on this man., but his scent is stronger, something bitter and burning, and he grins in the feral way of his animals. The remaining three flock to him, ready to attack on his command. The brown wolf recognises the threat, but there is still that furious hunger within, so it stands resolute, head held high. Two sets of red inhuman eyes meet each other.

The grey man moves first, sword flashing, but the wolf dodges the swing and moves in under his arm. It lunges for his chest, but it’s shoved roughly back by the shield, and the other wolves move forward. They stay clear of the sword as the man strikes again, this time scoring a hit. It yelps, rearing up again, its sheer size forcing all to back away. The man takes his chance, shield flickering back into inventory to grip the sword with both hands. He swings with all his might, slashing a great bloody line across the creature’s chest. It howls in pain, dropping back to all fours, and the man laughs. His laughter turns to a shout when the wolf lunges again, this time succeeding in closing its jaws around his throat. The man sinks to his knees, sword falling from his hand, giggling until he chokes on the blood bubbling from his lips. He slumps over, unmoving.

SmallishBeans was slain by Renthedog

The brown wolf, bloodied, cut and still with a slight limp, stands over the body. It growls, a warning to the three wolves left standing. Their master dead, and the bodies of their pack members strewn around them, they bow their heads and disappear into the night.

The wounded wolf heads home. Something in it still sings for another fight, but it can’t risk more injuries. Back within the cobblestone walls, it pads up to the pressure plate, and the door of a small wooden building swings open. Acting instinctively, it heads down the stone stairs, finding the growing warmth as it descends a familiar comfort. Down the stairs, down a corridor, into a quiet, empty room. The wolf curls up atop bedsheets, blood seeping into already red fabric. Breathing slightly laboured from pain, it shuts its eyes and sleeps. Above Dogwarts, the moon shines.

[galaxygermdraws]

would you consider sharing the Imp and Skizz headcanons you have?? pls???

Oh anything for the person who gave me my favorite Imp n Skizz angst AU + 3L drabbles ever, why wouldn't I? (No joke tho Separation AU is amazing and the reason I even know of Skizz's existence-)

So I guess I'll do Lore this time since last hc drop was just pain. Feel free to ask me to go into detail on any of these btw. U r also allowed to expand upon any of these ideas

So first off, both of them were born completely human. It just so happened Impulse ended up in the End and he doesn't really know why, but he was raised by the Ender Dragon(who I personally hc as a goddess of sorts), n she realized it'd be hard for him to survive as a mere human so she blessed him, n that's why he's considered to be Enderborn.

And Impulse lives in the End for like 10 to 15 years, the Dragon vanishe very early into this time, before Skizz finds him. Impulse doesn't entirely trust Skizz at first, given he can't even understand him, but Skizz isn't threatening Impulse or any of the nearby Endermen(surprisingly), so Impulse sees no reason to not trust him.

After a while, Impulse goes to the Overworld for the first time, and at one point he gets spooked n the 2 get separated and Skizz kinda finds Impulse half dead, shaking on the ground and crying (and given Impy has never felt this much physical pain in his life, makes sense). He picks him up n takes him home, placing him in bed n taking care of him as much as he knows how to.

This is probably when Impulse truly starts to trust Skizz, and this is probably when the two start teaching the other their own languages. Because Impulse was raised in the End, he can't speak English, but a less complicated dialect of Galactic. Meanwhile, Skizz can speak English, n has to try n teach it to Impulse. Given the two of them talk very similarly, Impulse prolly picked up on some of the weird speech habits Skizz has.

From this point the two of them just kinda live together n it's really soft. They basically become brothers and are practically inseparable. Then ofc they find Tango n Zed and the quartet is complete.

And then of course... Impulse eventually gets summoned to HC. I like to think the summoning spell is a more advanced way of summoning the Dragon, so that's why n how Impulse can be summoned, but this left Skizz n Zed alone on the quartet's main world.

Skizz tried not to think Impulse was dead but he had never seen that happen before, and Zed was tryna get in contact with Tango, unaware that that's who summoned Impulse.

Of course they all figure out what happened and things are okay.

As for other headcanons I've got, some of my personal favs

-Impulse helps Skizz adjust to getting Enderman powers after 3L. Impulse doesn't have all these powers, but he has some, and some of those happen to be powers Skizz also ended up getting. (i.e. teleporting specifically). This also means Impulse can directly look Skizz in the eyes without freaking him out, since the Enderman data made Skizz extremely skittish when it came to eye contact.

-This is more a ZITS headcanon then just Imp n Skizz, but they've all got friendship bracelets(even if I forget to draw them half the time)

-Imp n Skizz have the same height to age difference as Mario n Luigi and honestly Is There a Better comparison? I think not.

-These 2 def have a tad bit of separation anxiety from each other so Tango rigged their comms so they can communicate between SMPs no problem.

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Among Us: Crewmate Impulse getting an imposter voted out on a hunch, except this time the "hunch" is actually just Ghost Tango somehow yelling at him from the dead loud enough to influence his subconscious/code (this idea brought to you by: rewatching vods from before Tango got his compressor lol)

yeaaaa so this one is gonna have a LOT of caps in it lol i hope that’s okay. i’ll put a cw in the tags as well just in case

also i want to share the fact that this google doc is labelled “Tangy yell” lmfao

…

Impulse is standing at the upload panel when Tango enters admin to do his card swipe. The two exchange “hey”s at the entrance, before Tango heads over to stand at the admin table.

The last thing he sees before his vision goes black is the image of a figure popping out of the vent in the corner.

Tango sits bolt upright with a gasp. “Gaah! Skizz, what the hell?! That was the stupidest thing ever! Impulse is-!”

He breaks off as he spots Impulse turning away and leaving the upload panel without even turning to check the rest of the room.

“Hey,” says Joker, floating through the wall to join Tango in admin. “How’s it-.”

“Are you KIDDING me, Impulse?!”

Joker winces and covers his ears. “God, man… You need a compressor.”

��Impulse was RIGHT there!” Tango bellows, flinging his arms out towards his dead body over and over again. “He was standing FIVE FEET away from me! How did he not even notice I DIED?!”

“Tango!” Astro, who has just entered the room through the wall, yelps. “Inside voices, please!”

Crossing his arms, Tango floats furiously in the middle of the room, his upper half sticking out of the admin table, steaming so hard that he can almost feel actual steam rising off his transparent ghosty body.

“And I thought I was bad at noticing bodies,” grumbles Tango. “‘Least I’ve never had someone die five feet behind me and just left without checking if the person behind me two seconds ago is still alive. Stupid Impulse and stupid Skizz with his stupid face. I hate ‘em. I hate their stupid faces.”

“You might feel a bit better if you decided to do some tasks,” Astro says pointedly, finishing his upload. “So, you know, we have a chance of winning?”

“Don’t patronise me, Zoan.”

Just as Tango turns away, his dead body is finally reported. At the meeting, Tango has to just sit silently and watch as everyone discusses where they saw him last.

“I saw him in admin a minute or so ago,” Impulse reports. “But he was alive when I left.”

Astro winces, already knowing what’s coming.

“ARE YOU MOTHERFRICKING KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW, IMPULSE?!”

Sure enough, Tango’s subsequent roar shatters the ghosts’ eardrums.

“YOU ONLY THINK I WAS ALIVE WHEN YOU LEFT BECAUSE YOU WERE- YOU DIDN’T- OH MY GOD, IMPULSE!” Tango face is as red as a tomato, the blood vessels sticking out of his neck despite being dead. “HOW CAN ONE PERSON BE SO UNOBSERVANT?! SKIZZ LITERALLY VENTED! INTO THE ROOM! AND KILLED ME! THEN VENTED OUT AGAIN! UNDER YOUR MOTHERFRICKING NOSE! AND YOU DIDN’T EVEN CHECK ON ME BEFORE YOU LEF-!”

Tango’s voice cracks and he breaks into a fit of coughing.

“Oh my GOD, Tango, you need to take it down like a billion notches!” Joker rubs his ears in pain. “Or get a compressor or something, dude! You’re giving me a headache and I’m DEAD.”

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” Tango lets out a prolonged funny noise, unable to do much else with his now sore throat. “Hate. Hate you all.”

“Stop talking before you lose your voice completely,” Astro says in a dad-like way. “You can get some water when we’re back in the lobby. Just take a moment to-.”

“Oh my god, guys, listen to the meeting,” interrupts Joker suddenly. “Listen!”

“-can’t explain why,” Impulse is saying. “I just think it’s Skizz. I mean, not only does he not have an alibi but also he says he just went into navigation, which has a vent leading from admin outside it.”

“Oh c’mon, that’s circumstantial,” retorts Skizz.

“I feel it in my bones, dude. I just have a hunch that it’s you.”

Astro turns to Tango with an impressed expression. “Dude, I think you yelled at him so loudly that your voice crossed the border between life and death.”

“Good,” croaks Tango hoarsely. “I hate him.”

“You know what, I’ll buy that,” Brody says in response to Impulse’s accusations. “I haven’t seen Skizz all game and he hasn’t really tried to be helpful at all lately, so I’ll vote him off, sure.”

“Oh come on!” Skizz snaps. “Really?”

Impulse nods. “Yup, cuz I know you’re the imposter.”

“As Tango would say: negative!”

“You said he only says that when he’s imposter.”

Skizz opens his mouth but apparently can’t find anything to say back to that.

Tango watches with a certain amount of satisfaction as Skizz is voted off the ship. With the sheriffing of Endless earlier in the game, the round ends and everyone is sent back to the lobby.

Tango immediately storms up to Skizz and glares at him. Skizz gives a chuckle as he gets up off the seat. “Hey, buddy. That was a really good kill, you gotta admit.”

All Tango can do in reply is glare at him.

“Tango lost his voice from screaming at you guys,” Astro explains with a grin.

“Wait, he can’t talk?” Skizz snorts. “That’s hilarious.”

His face twisted in a furious expression, Tango makes a wringing-neck hand movement at Skizz, who laughs and takes a step back. “Oh man, you’re REALLY mad.”

Nodding firmly, Tango turns to Impulse. He jabs his finger at his best friend, then draws it across his neck.

“Why’s he mad at ME?!” yelps Impulse.

“Because I vented into admin, killed him, and vented out again right under your nose,”Skizz snickers.

Impulse’s eyes widen. “No way…!”

“And you left the room without checking on him so you thought he was still alive when you left,” adds Astro. “As he kept saying. Or yelling, rather. Many times.”

“Ohhhhhhh noooooooo…!” Impulse gives his best friend an apologetic grimace. “I’m so sorry, Tango! I had no idea, man.”

Clearly still furious, Tango jabs his finger at him, then makes the same neck-wringing gesture at Impulse, before finally throwing his hands up in frustration.

“I, uh… I think we might need to take a break and get Tango some water,” Impulse says sheepishly.

Tango opens his mouth and dissolves into another fit of coughing.

“...and some cough drops.”

“I’m gonna have permanent hearing loss after that,” grumbles Joker, still rubbing his ears. “I swear to god, I’m not playing with you again until you get a compressor.”

Tango gives him an apologetic and slightly sheepish look.

“So wait, what exactly happened there?” asks Etho suddenly. “Impulse, you had no information and then suddenly you were saying it was Skizz. What happened there?”

“I literally heard Tango’s voice in my ear,” Impulse explains. “It sounded like he was yelling and I didn’t hear full sentences, only bits and pieces. I heard “Skizz”, “kill”, and “vent”. So I put two and two together.”

“Your voice was so strong that it broke through the beyond and reached the realm of the living,” Skizz snickers. “I can’t even be mad about that; that’s pretty awesome. But bro. Joker’s right; you desperately need a compressor.”

Tango rolls his eyes, wishing his friends would stop saying that.

“Anyway, let’s take five and meet back here after,” says Impulse. “Tango, let’s get you some water.”

Etho watches the two of them leave the lobby together, before sitting down on the floor and leaning his head back against the wall. He doesn’t know how it’s possible that Tango managed to get through to Impulse despite being separated by death, but he does know that this can’t be good. There’s a reason the living can’t hear the dead.

Or maybe he’s just thinking too hard about it. If there’s anyone out there who can yell loud enough to make someone who shouldn’t be able to hear him hear him, it’s TangoTek.

Maybe they really do need to get him that compressor.

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Fic request if you have the time: The fight between Team Crastle & Skizz, but instead of Skizz dying, Impulse takes the hit from Grian's weapon instead. He could betray the Red Army, yes; but he could NEVER betray his closest friend. This action can either lead to him dying in Skizz's place or not, but either way, Skizz flees as the look in Impulse's eyes is one begging him to run.

*vibrates intensely* i will absolutely take any opportunity to change Skizz’s fate asdfghjkl

…

As the battle between the Red Army and the crastle begins, Skizz hangs back with Martyn, firing arrows up at the people inside. He knows they’re his friends, but he can’t think about that now. Right now, they’re his enemies. His bloodlust is stirring inside him, and he can’t hold it back much longer.

“Look, Impulse is in there!” gasps Martyn suddenly. “I can see him! He’s with them!”

“What?!” Skizz yelps, following his friend’s gaze.

Sure enough, he can see Impulse’s unmistakable face in one of the windows. Anger and confusion and hatred bubbles up inside him, mingling with his barely restrained bloodlust and creating a potent mix.

It doesn’t take long to explode.

Letting out a battle yell, Skizz takes off running towards the door, ignoring all three other members of Dogwarts calling his name. He shoves his way into the crastle, leaping over a pressure plate right by the door, and dashes for the stairs.

When he gets to the top, he spots Grian and Impulse standing by the slit windows, firing arrows out. They both spin round as they hear him enter.

Without stopping, Skizz charges straight at the nearest one, who happens to be Grian. Grian lashes out with his sword, but Skizz is so consumed by his bloodlust that he can’t quite react in time.

But as it turns out, he doesn’t have to.

Facing his best friend, Impulse dashes in front of Grian and takes the hit. He cries out as he feels the tip of the blade slice into his skin. Thankfully, he’s far enough away that he doesn’t take the full swing, but it still scores a long, fairly deep cut right down his back, from the middle of his shoulder down to his left side.

Grian gasps and takes an involuntary step back, staring at Impulse with wide eyes. “Impulse!”

Skizz pauses when he hears Impulse’s cry, stunned into silence. As Impulse sinks to his hands and knees, trying his hardest to stop the bleeding, he looks up with teary eyes and meets Skizz’s gaze.

Run, Impulse’s anguished expression is saying. Please….!

And it’s at this moment that Skizz fully realises how much danger his life is in.

While Grian is distracted with Impulse, Skizz turns and flees, climbing out the window and taking a running leap into the moat. He almost regrets this action as he remembers the magma trying to drag down anyone unfortunate enough to fall into it, but clearly the moat wasn’t properly finished; around the back here, it’s deeper and only filled with water, no jagged rocks or magma or anything, and Skizz is able to swim to the edge and climb out with no trouble.

Panting hard from exertion and adrenaline, he takes a moment to stare up at the window he just escaped from, his brain trying to comprehend what just happened. Impulse is on the enemy’s side… but he spared Skizz’s life. Whether intentional or not, he took a hit for Skizz and allowed him to flee.

After allowing himself a minute to recover, he rushes around the side of the moat, dodging arrows fired at him from Tango on the roof.

“Skizzle!” yells Ren as he approaches. “You’re alive! We had no idea what’d happened to you!”

“Sorry, I- I didn’t mean to worry you. How’s it going out here?”

“We’ve landed a few solid hits on them,” Martyn says, lifting his shield to block an arrow that’s about to hit his face. “But not taken anyone out yet.”

“Impulse is down,” reports Skizz. “I can tell you that. I saw it.”

“Down? I didn’t see a death notif in chat.”

“He’s not dead, but he’s not gonna be able to fight.”

Suddenly, an explosion sounds from somewhere near the crastle.

“Aim for Scar!” Martyn yells suddenly, pointing. “Aim for Scar!”

Skizz and Martyn draw back the strings on their bows at the same time, before simultaneously letting them go. Both shots hit their mark.

GoodTimeWithScar was shot by Skizzleman

“Look at you, getting three red deaths in one day!” Martyn says approvingly. “Good job on acting so quickly.”

Skizz smiles briefly but it quickly drops. “Guys, we gotta retreat. We’re still outnumbered and they’ve got the advantage of the crastle defences.”

“He’s right,” says Ren. “We’ve taken out three of them; that’s enough for today. Retreat!”

Led by Ren, the group retreats back towards the walls of Dogwarts. On the way, Skizz’s thoughts drift back to Impulse and he can’t help wondering if his best friend is okay. He replays the event in his mind and from the way he moved, there’s no way Impulse didn’t intend to jump in front of him. Impulse took a potentially deadly hit for him. But why? He clearly chose the crastle alliance over Dogwarts.

So why would he save Skizz’s life...?

…

That night, Impulse is trying to sleep in his room at the crastle but he can’t manage it. Lying on his right side is getting uncomfortable but he can’t roll over without shooting pain in his shoulder and back. Luckily, Scott has done a great job at cleaning and bandaging his wound. But that doesn’t stop the pain.

Trying to ignore the discomfort, his thoughts go to Skizz. When he made the decision to betray Dogwarts, he never expected that to include betraying Skizz. He’d tried, of course he’d tried. But in the end, he just couldn’t do it. He just couldn’t betray the man he’s called his brother for decades, even in a world where he knows it wouldn’t matter in the long run.

Now the question is… does Grian suspect Impulse took that hit on purpose…?

After a while, he hears a quiet knock at his door. “Come in,” he responds sluggishly.

The door quietly opens, but Impulse can’t move to check who’s just entered.

“Hey,” comes Tango’s voice. “How are you doing?”

Impulse tries not to wince as Tango appears in front of his limited vision. “Sore and stiff. And sleepy. But can’t sleep.”

Tango chuckles. “I bet. No sleep downstairs either; the battle is all anyone can think about.”

“Not surprised.”

After a pause, Tango speaks again: “Impulse, what exactly happened back there? Grian said you jumped in front of him.”

“I was trying to defend Grian,” Impulse responds. “But I was so focused on attacking Skizz that I didn’t realise Grian was also attacking until it was too late.”

“How could you not have seen Grian swinging a sword around?”

“I was just so hyperfocused on trying to defend him from Skizz.” Impulse snorts. “I hope you’re not accusing me of something, cuz this injury hurts like hell.”

Tango holds up his hands. “Not accusing you of anything. I just wanted to ask you directly, cuz Grian seems to think you did it deliberately.”

Impulse forces a quiet sigh. “Tango, I know you know Skizz is my best friend, but I chose my side, remember? I fully committed to you guys.”

“Yeah, but you do realise how it’s hard to fully trust you, right?” Tango responds. “Once you’ve shown yourself willing to betray one side, it’s hard not to be suspicious that you may do it again.”

“Tango, listen to me.” Impulse unflinchingly meets Tango’s gaze. “It was an accident. I hundred percent intended to kill Skizz when I inadvertently got in the way of Grian’s sword.”

After a moment, Tango nods and looks away. “Okay.”

Impulse marvels at how good at lying he’s become. He’s practised making eye contact and sounding confident in his words, because he knows that this is what gets him caught lying more often than not, especially by Tango, who’s known him for many years. But now he’s used his method on both his best friends and neither have seemed to pick up on his lies, so he must be doing something right.

“Anyway, I’ll leave you in peace.” Tango rises to his feet and reaches out, clearly to pat Impulse on the shoulder, before remembering his friend’s injury and awkwardly dropping his hand. “Try to get some sleep. ‘Night.”

“Goodnight.”

Impulse closes his eyes as Tango leaves, his nerves a little more settled. Maybe he can actually get some sleep now.

“Night, Skizz,” he murmurs. “Love you, buddy.”