Literally Everything About This Guy Is Perfect And I Would Kill For Him. I Would Literally Be A Murderer

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So I’m rewatching ghosts of Christmas past and I remember how much I love Scott. I wish we’d gotten more of him.

I know ok look at him. Look at this boy. They never wrote him out of the show but man did they write him into it. His rocky start with Tom that weaves into an unlikely love. His tragic whirlwind romance in The Straw Woman. He saves Cully from her friends. He steals Joyce’s heart by having no taste buds. Tough upbringing. Anger issues. Hates the country. Big mouth. Soft heart. John Hopkins’ performance. John Hopkins’ performance. The ridiculous swagger. The dry wit. The flirting. The loneliness. Those long legs and their stupid strut and that stupid pretty face and Christmas at the Barnabys’ and choosing to stay in Midsomer, choosing to stay cause that’s his home now, of all places, and maybe he’s never had one and

FAMILY TIME

Limited life Skizz session 7 spoilers

SKIZZ'S EPISODE HAD ME DEVASTATED

He had like 24 minutes left and and called TIES together for one last meeting and gave them all his stuff and got Etho to kill him with a DIAMOND AXE

Do you know who else got someone to kill them with a diamond axe?

Ren.

You know the first alliance Skizz and Etho were on together?

Dogwarts!!

And every season Skizz has been on he's teamed with Etho in some way. I'm NOT OKAY!!

Also would like to note that he's gotten out on episode 7 every single life season and

"Number 7's represent fullness in life. This number is the number of perfection. This is much like the seven wonders of the world, the seven days of the week, and more. The number seven also suggests completeness."

This dude and his God damn number patterns. His number 7 and his number 3.

SO MANY THOUGHTS

Beloved <3 You did NOT have to apologize my guy

ren…

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!

secret life session one in a nutshell

IM TANGO HELL YEAH IM TANGO

hey you

do you like limited life? do you like quizzes? do you like callouts described as character analysis?

well here! a nice little quiz for you to take! :D

first time making a quiz, so it’s pretty short lol, hope you enjoy!

omg

Oh you cannot tell me that Scar getting spooked by a sculk sensor because he 'just got out of limited life where hearing one of those means something's about to blow up' and having to assure himself that everything's fine, he's 'on Hermitcraft, the people here are nice and aren't trying to kill you and you're not trying to scam anyone and everyone is nice' does not scream 'oh shoot this character has ptsd from the death games'. >:)

"My startled nature is completely justified coming straight off limited life."

Yeah this is just in my brain now.

Yes

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

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.