ASKSHAGWHSDIQGAODIISNSEUEEUWHXHHDSUUAUSW THE SEASON FOUR HYPE IS REAL

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I’m already waiting for someone to draw Skizzs final death scene (when Etho killed him) mirroring Rens death in 3rd Life. So Martyn is Etho and Ren is Skizz

Unfortunately I can’t draw, so PLEASE someone else do this

was having a hard time making this in toon boom

“Do you have a clock yet?” Impulse asked.

It was a warm day, the bright sunlight sweetened by the gentle breeze off the sea. Everything was new, the next chapter in the life series, and yet, some things stayed the same.

Bdubs searched his inventory. “I don’t, actually, no!”

Tango made some joke about not being able to sleep away the night here, and under that cover of laughter and jokes, Impulse stole down to the rudimentary hole he, Tango, Skizz, and Etho were calling home. Perhaps it was a little silly, to use resources so frivolously like this, but Impulse didn’t care.

Every time Impulse made a clock, he was always surprised how easy the recipe really was. Some redstone, a bit of gold. It felt almost juvenile that such a simple thing held so much weight and history within it.

When the clock was finished, Impulse flipped open the lid and picked up a small knife someone had left around- probably Etho- and began scratching letters into the golden surface.

“Well, I better be off, I’m sure Scar and Cleo are missing me.” Impulse heard Bdubs say from above. He snapped the clock closed, panicked, and raced back up to the surface.

“Wait, Bdubs!” He thrust the clock into Bdubs’ hands. “For you. For old times sake, huh? And maybe a bit of a bribe to not target me.” Impulse laughed, and Bdubs smiled down at the clock.

“Oh, thank you, Impulse!” Bdubs replied, putting it in his off-hand. “For old time’s sake.”

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“Listen, Bdubs, I have something for you.” Cleo said. It was, if Cleo had to guess, the last day the Clockers would be alive. They were all rushing around, gathering materials and weapons. “You don’t happen to have a clock, do you?”

“Uhh…” Bdubs dug in his pockets for a moment. “I do! Impulse gave it to me way back on the first day!”

“Of course he did.” Cleo muttered, rolling her eyes slightly. “Listen, we can give you a better one. Give it to me.”

Bdubs handed it over, and Cleo went down to their family anvil, ignoring Scar’s babbling.

It was a standard clock, she saw as she looked down at it properly, with a golden lid with a window to the top half of the clock- if you were in a rush, the top was all you needed to tell the time. Cleo took out her tools, and popped the lid, intending to carve something into the back side of the clock lid. It clicked open, revealing the simple sun and moon that told the time, and the scratchings that were already cut into the back of the lid.

For my soulmate -i

“Oh, Impulse.” Cleo murmured softly. She ran her thumb across the letters, tracing each one like she knew Impulse would have wanted someone else to do.

It was so painfully Impulse. Despite some mistakes in his past, he was sweet and kind and loving. And a bit of a bastard, but that was besides the point- weren’t they all. The clock was a given- of course it had been Impulse to give Bdubs a clock. It wasn’t hard to see how much Impulse adored him. And the inscription… Cleo sighed. There was no way that Bdubs had seen it. She brushed away the metal dust that marred the letters slightly; Impulse had probably been in a hurry and hasn’t had time to brush them off yet. Bdubs wouldn’t have let it sit in his pocket like that if he’d known… or maybe he would have. Bdubs was surprisingly unreadable sometimes.

She closed the lid gently, and flipped the clock over onto its back. There she carved out her own message for Bdubs.

mamma’s favourite boy

She buffed her carving with a cloth that looked like it had come from Scar’s shirt, until the gold shined. It wasn’t really about who loved Bdubs more- there’s more then one way to love a person, and no one was adored the way Bdubs was. He would carry two peoples love with him today. Even if he didn’t know it.

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made a 3rd life animatic.... i hope you enjoy <3

I’m currently trying to live through a severe 3rd Life addiction and NOW SEASON FOUR IS LIKE RIGHT AROUND THE CORNER????? WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?????

carefully traversing through decked out 2 (tumblr) with a compass in hand (a renchanting post), trying to avoid the unavoidable clank (posting shit in martyn’s tag). i drop the compass (press post on tumblr), find the precious artefact (notes on the renchanting post), and try to make my way out alive. heartbeat racing, clank accumulating, hazards shutting down my path— and then BOOM a ravager jumpscare (martyn has reblogged your post). i am instantly killed and scurry back to the lobby (private discord server) like a scared animal

i loved the part in esc 2023 where käärijä won and he performed his reprise with bojan and the rest of joker out. and also when luke black came in the top five and also jann was there. and also when the juries all exploded

Yes

so we've all agreed to draw scars next life series character with a bun/ponytail right

By Minecraft character logic, Impulse and Skizz were Spawned/born/created together. Their very first Minecraft video was the two of them. Their first moments of existence were spent together. They knew each other before they knew what redstone was, before they’d ever read the end poem.

Do you think they found it together? Do you think they beat their first dragon together, jumped through the home bound portal together? Do you think they knew what loneliness was?

Do you think the sudden absence of the other felt like losing a limb? Do you think, after all that time with another heart beat next to theirs, another person at the end of the hurt and health, it felt like they were dying? Do you think they had to train themselves out of turning to make a face at the other; or share an inside joke no one else laughed at?

Do you think that after years and years and Years of being apart for the better part of their lives, after the wound closed up with only phantom pains, Impulse heard Skizz’s voice on hermit craft and nearly cried? Do you think it felt like coming home?