So Errr I Just Had A Thought. What If Skizz Is Saving His Affirmation For Impulse And Tango (probably

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!

When Impulse kills Bdubs, it almost feels... Anticlimactic.

There's hardly any fanfare. An arrow to the shoulder, another slicing open his cheek. Blood drips down in thin rivers, Bdubs' expression twisted in pain as Impulse knocks another arrow back-

"Should we call a truce?" Impulse asks, a wide grin stretching across his lips. Bdubs scowls at him. Impulse almost laughs. "Bdubs, truce?"

(A faint memory, "Day one team-!")

A wordless shout rips itself from Bdubs' throat. An arrow grazes Impulse's arm, a stinging pain blooming from the cut. Impulse scoffs.

There's a flash of sharp teeth, "That's not a truce," He says, his bow drawn tight.

"Bye!"

The arrow flies through the air, a swift cut as Impulse's bowstring snaps back into place-

Blood spurts from Bdubs' neck. He collapses onto the floor, coughing up crimson as it stains his clothes, smearing red across his skin. Impulse puts down his bow.

He steps forward. Once, then twice, until he's only a foot away.

Impulse watches the light fade from Bdubs' eyes. They go from bright and wide to glassy and dull, his arms giving away from underneath him, a hand draped over the edge.

Impulse stares down at him, his previous grin wiped clean.

Adrenaline still courses through his veins, hot like magma that pounds with the beating of his heart.

Bdubs goes still. Then, his body tips over, sending him tumbling right over the edge.

He disappears in a puff of smoke. The blood on the stone remains.

It feels like nothing. It feels like everything.

Impulse breathes in, breathes out.

That was easier than he imagined it'd be.

(And far less bloody, his mind supplies. Less pleading, no tears shed.)

It's weird, Impulse thinks, his gaze caught on where Bdubs fell. The sky is a bright blue, whisps of clouds framing the view. Why did he...

Impulse frowns, shaking the thoughts from his head. His wings itch.

"We're done, aren't we?" Impulse asks, his voice lost in the vast blue. The wind whispers in his ears. "We're done."

He turns back around. It's not safe to stand still for too long.

Impulse turns his attention back to his team, to the game, and to his plans. He breathes in, slow and steady, like he didn't just watch his ex-soulmate die.

(Like he didn't want to catch him when he fell. Not even for a second.)

Impulse grits his teeth.

No, definitely not.

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

this screenshot is so fucking funny

@ask-the-shorty-squad @mayathekurd LOVE YALLLLLLL

Reblog if you think it’s okay to platonically say “I Love You” to your friends

albania: are we all ready for twister?

croatia: i was born ready!

bosnia: i was born on a twister mat!

macedonia: i was conceived on a twister mat!

slovenia: my mother was the twister mat!

here she is yes yes hi very much yes hello

i think it would be such a fun little bit for hermitblr bit for folks to pass around their minecraft skins without any other design context and let people make up designs (as hermitblr artists do) to see how other people interpret it

*shuffling through my brain for fun ishimondo ideas*

okay so i think that Mondo is afraid of thunderstorms, so whenever he hears one he has to hide under his blankets (and ideally, hug someone, which used to be Daiya but is now usually Michi or Taka when he can find them)

like, he has to cling onto them super tight until the storm passes, whether that's for 1 hour or 4. which has definitely upset Taka's schedule before, but he grins and bears it because he cares about Mondo's wellbeing so much :]]

Big scary biker is secretly very human, more at eleven.

I have a similar headcanon that sometimes traffic noises can make Mondo very squirrelly. Especially if he’s already having a tough day.

Occasionally he’ll be leaving school with Taka and the squeal of a tire or a lengthy truck horn will make his breath hitch and his knees buckle.

Taka grabs his arm to ground him, waits for Mondo to nod, and continues walking like nothing happened. He knows from experience that he doesn’t wanna talk about it.

A new mode of production arises out of the newly networked masses.

I relate to the statement you just made

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