Alternatives For Ai To Design Ocs

christmas kids // a short limited life animatic :D

Can I PLEASE write some fanfiction for this I BEG you on my KNEES

I said it once and now I can't stop thinking about everyone in Limited Life just being kids on a playground

They all have different curfews, and their clock runs out when they need to go home

Scott found a puddle and is making a very pretty mud-castle

Pearl and BigB are playing spies, sneaking up on everyone and watching them through the bushes. Pearl brought her cat from home, and BigB keeps finding and carrying around frogs

The TIES are trying to make a shelter for some bugs they found (probably slugs or caterpillars or smth). They have lost track of every bug they found (except for one, which Joel stomped on), and are constantly searching for more

Entertainment mountain is a giant boulder that the Clockers are playing house on. Cleo was declared Mom because she is the tallest out of the entertainers, and because she keeps yelling at Scar to put his shirt back on

Scar has a bunch of erasers and bracelets and stuff from the school store that he keeps trying to trade with everyone

The Bad Boys claimed the playground as their territory. They all have kiddie sunglasses. Joel's are too big for him and slip down his nose.

Cleo declares a game of The Floor is Lava every time the Bad Boys annoy her.

Boogeyman curse is a game of tag

The Bad Boys made Bad Boys Bread Bridge out of everyone's lunchboxes. They hopped on the lunchboxes during The Floor is Lava so Joel could tag one of the Clockers

Skizz and Bdubs' fight was an actual fistfight. Skizz tapped Bdubs once and was declared winner

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

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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.

There are some duos in the Life Series that will always be loyal to each other no matter what.

They have a special bond one could even say.

So as I do, I’m going to talk about it

First off there’s the most obvious Bdubs and Etho. This is definitely more one sided on Bdubs half as he’ll do anything to do back to Etho but even then Etho still favours him quite a bit more than others. By this I mean he’ll still agree to teaming with Bdubs or anything of the sorts if he asks and as seen in Double Life will even be salty if not. (3rd Life: I’m not too sure on this because I haven’t evaluated the series as much as the other but please do tell me if there’s something, Last Life: Team BEST, Double Life: Jealous Etho, Limited Life: Betrayer Bdubs)

Then theres Ren and Martyn the undying king and hand. This is less obvious than the previous one but still SO OBVIOUS. The two of them will also always get drawn to each other in any given circumstance. Now this might be because of the huge bond they shared in the first series or just because they’re both a fan of the dramatics and love good storytelling, but either way if you team with one of them eventually the information will get shared to the other. (3rd Life…well you know, Last Life: Shadow Alliance, Double Life: that one meet up they had summoning Pearl and from then forth)

Scott and Cleo is the next one because after Last Life both of them have teamed up in every season and have done a proper allyship. This one is more influenced by the competitive nature of the two players and not trusting other people hence why they always resort back to each other. But in a happy way instead of being forced to. They also have a similar sense of humor which helps in them being a good duo overall and allowing them to team up that many times. (3rd Life: widows alliance, Last Life: after Cleo’s betrayal, Double Life: chosen soulmates, Limited Life: secret alliances)

Tell me if I’m forgetting any duos that’ve been together since the start because I’m sure to have

maybe I’ll do one on duos that always end up fighting next…

i need one

bad

like really. bad.

Keychain prototypes :)

AAAAAA I LOVE THIS AAAAAAAAAAAAA

Tango sits on the peak of the burned-out farmhouse roof, silent. For once, he is not blazing with anger or explosive with emotion. His face is impassive and stiff, and his hair flickers a quiet red.

A voice from behind, soft and stilted. “Can I… sit with you?”

It’s Jimmy. Tango says nothing.

Behind him, Jimmy sits on the opposite peak, facing Tango’s back. “I…” he starts. “I know it really isn’t worth anything, not now, but I’m sorry.”

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Doc and Grian’s dynamic is that Grian is Doc’s greatest nemesis, but Doc is not Grian’s nemesis.

Do you get me?

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