Same, My Guy

The difference between purple pandas love of impulse and impulse being Petty 💜

here we go girls

making a third life/wings of fire crossover AU (and writing a fic I’ll be posting here)

The main gist is that Grainshifter was a Nightwing born with animus magic under a full moon, giving him mind reading as well (for those who don’t know, animus magic has no limits. You can do ANYTHING) and the Nightwings, bastards that they are, take complete advantage of him and use him to make themselves essentially gods among the dragon species, taking the role of Watchers in this story. Generations and generations pass to the point where Nightwings are more legend than reality, as they prefer to stay hidden and feed on the strong emotions of the dragons below. After many years of being a Watcher, Grainshifter requests some time living as a normal dragon so he can experience what it’s like to live.. not in god status. His request is accepted, and he is sent down to attend Jade Mountain academy disguised as a Skywing dragonet. Here he meets all of the third life cast (excluding Martyn who comes in later) and after graduating, he returns to godhood.

Around this time, the Watchers have discovered that fear can be harvested using these cool death games! Wowee! Things are going swimmingly for awhile until the Watchers decide it would be a fantastic birthday gift idea for their special little boy to create a death game featuring all his old friends from his time at the academy :)

Grainshifter is not pleased jbJDJJXJXK

He instead uses what little influence he has (his magic was restricted at a young age before he had the autonomy to understand what was going on) to place himself in the death game in an act of somewhat childish defiance. Here he learns just how horrifying the things the Watchers are doing as he lives out the fear that they feed on. Also there’s this weird Seawing that Grainshifter doesn’t know who seems EXTRA miserable to be here, that’s odd.

This was just a little info dump on the main story, feel free to ask more lore questions or clarifications, I’m just getting started on this and I’m excited to continue!

If Jimmy is an omen of death, Scott is definitely an omen of victory

Grian allied with him in third life, (red desert alliance) and he won

Pearl was his soulmate in double life and she won

Martyn was his ally in Limited life and now he’s won

Impulse and Bdubs are gay and in love

Drowning

This had happened before, he thinks, in another life.

He was cold.

When he opened his eyes, it was to a dark sky—the only light the full moon hanging in the sky, but it was bright enough.

Bright enough to see that he was back on the godforsaken black heart altar, kneeling off center on the cursed thing, in a congealing pool of blood.

For some reason, the blood didn’t disappear like the body—Ren’s body—had.

He wished it had. It was a reminder of how badly he had fucked it up, how he hadn’t made it a clean kill—it probably hurt Ren, was probably why he hadn’t respawned yet. 

He couldn’t bear to stand, walk through Dogwarts knowing that Ren might not be there anymore, he might’ve just ruined it all, all for a chance that this book Ren had found had the right idea—that summoning a blood god for help was their only hope. 

The sun was just creeping over the horizon when he heard footsteps, but he didn’t look up—too afraid that the cold had gotten to him, that it was a hallucination—or perhaps it was someone coming to ask why he’d killed Ren, drag him off for the illegal move.

The hands that touched him were, if it was possible, even cooler than the air surrounding them, and it made him flinch, even as he allowed those hands to cup his face, guide him so that he was looking up, to meet the (red, blood red) eyes of Ren. 

No, not Ren. The Red King.

“Arise, laddy, ye have done well.”

Martyn stared up at him, blinked disbelievingly, but when the shape didn’t waver, nor did the hands on him, he nodded, and clumsily rose, feeling his knees ache in protest at finally moving after hours of nothing.

As he stood though, he noticed the scar—a jagged, ugly thing, that would tell all who saw it that he had failed—this was a scar that showed clearly how it had come about, and Martyn opened his mouth to apologize—

But was swiftly silenced. “Shush, lad. Ye need not apologize for doing as ye were bid. But I’m afraid that the test isn’t over quite yet.”

Martyn blinked out of it, realizing how close they were, and fumbled at his scabbard, as if he thought he needed to defend himself—but the hands cupping his cheeks hadn’t strayed, feeling warmer by the minute.

His lungs burned, though. Maybe it came from staving off a panic attack, but he was going to power through it, be strong for Ren, who’d need it.

He couldn’t even think about it anymore when a sharp pain sliced through it, and it was clear what had happened, when Ren’s grip on his face tightened, before releasing, taking a step back. 

“Now you shall make a terrible choice, Hand,” he announced, still in that weirdly formal tone. “Are ye with the Red King to the end, or do you take Dogwarts for yourself? Make your choice, lad. Make. Your. Choice.”

The slice on his cheek was dripping blood, mirroring the blood on Ren's claw, as his hand went to his sword’s hilt at the pain, but at Ren’s words, he paused.

His hands and mouth began working before he could, unbuckling his scabbard and dropping it on the ground as he spoke, words bubbling out breathlessly, seeming familiar in his mouth—

The buzzing in his ears hadn’t stopped either making it hard to hear himself even think, but it was okay, Ren was striding back up to him to cup his face again, his thumb rubbing at the cut on his cheek, his eyes nearly glowing as he kept eye contact, pulling back to lick at the blood on his thumb—

The burning feeling in his lungs wasn’t going away—why wasn’t it going away? His king was alive and whole in front of him, had accepted his fealty—he should be happy, why was it so hard to breathe? 

He felt arms wrap around his waist—that couldn’t be right, Ren’s hands were on his face, what?—and they began dragging him away. (Martyn? Martyn—guys—) He fought against them, trying to get back to his king, who was fading away, like he never had been—

They breached the water, and Martyn began coughing up water as Jimmy smacked his back, and it was hard to hear him over the ringing in his ears, but he got the gist that he was worried, oddly enough.

“Cranky I got your kill?” Martyn managed to wheeze out, still feeling the sting of the water in his lungs, which made Jimmy squawk. 

He could tell Jimmy was coming up on a rant, and he was happy for that—he could let it go in one ear out the other while he figured out how to make excuses, go find Scott.

He had to be sure he came back right.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP

Imagine a scenario where Jimmy is in Red and also a boogie and Skizz has exact 2 hours to live.

Imagine Jimmy managing to corner Skizz alone. Skizz try to talk to him but Jim heard nothing. Only voices that he heard is whispers of mockery to be the first one to go.

Imagine Jimmy rembering how things all started of him being the canary and remembering Skizz cause of his first permadeath and curse him to the path of being the canary.

Imagine telling him that to Skizz where he realize that his doom. He tried to call for help in chat while trying deflect every barage of attack from Jimmy.

Only for him to fall from his death. Jimmy gain another hour to live and the whole server gasp in shock. Jimmy isn't out first. It's Skizz.

Something. Something breaks inside Jimmy. The curse is broken. The whispering gone silent. The Watchers seems satisfied with the outcome. Jimmy just celebrates and the atmosphere in the server shifts.

Soon Tango and Impulse arrive with mix of confusion and also horror. Skizz gone and Jimmy lives longer. If he attacks, would they survive especially Tango, former soulmate and also a man who still in yellow who said PVP isn't his specialty?

Everyone in this server now knows Jimmy is a threat and isn't playing anymore. The canary stop singing for anyone.

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soooo i made geoguessr out of the hermitcraft season 8 download

christmas kids // a short limited life animatic :D

I MISS HIM SO MUCH ALREADY

guys i lost my dog :(( have you seen him :((((

yeah that famous old phrase we’ve all heard it