#bdubs in the fucking air

[solsays]

Lifers x Crane Wives

I saw someone comment on a life series TikTok or something to try and pair all of the lifers to a crane wives song, without repeating songs. so obviously I spent an hour doing it

Grian—Tongues & Teeth (self explanatory if you’ve EVER heard this song)

Scar—Steady, Steady (this whole song is about how their partner is walking out but they still want to be “wild and free” which is just SO Scar coded)

Tango—Ancient History (he keeps teaming up with Skizz and I feel like this song vibes with that, it also just feels very Tango)

Skizz—Icarus (this man always gives himself up for his teammates I swear, and he fuels them to keep going. It also says “oh brother, brother” which feels like Skizz talking to any of his teammates to me)

Impulse—Allies or Enemies (Impulse has been very iffy on a lot of his alliances throughout the seasons, especially in third life and with the amount of playing all sides that man has done this songs feels right)

Cleo—The Glacier House (this. this is literally just her leaving Fairy Fort. The song is talking to/about her from probably Lizzie’s perspective, but like the last line is 100% as if Cleo was speaking)

Bdubs—Unraveling (Bdubs relies so heavily on his teammates, and when he doesn’t have that stability *cough* Etho *cough* he just kinda doesn’t know what to do so this song fits)

Mumbo—Keep You Safe (this man is by no means an aggressive/reckless player [see: Joel or Martyn] and he feels like he’s just here for the vibes and honestly? Love that for him. This song is about fear not keeping you safe and watching your friends run high risks, which just is very accurate to how Mumbo plays this series. I also feel like he could fit Rockslide when he goes red cause he goes from standstill to “drop dead sprint” in terms of aggression)

Lizzie—Shallow River/New Colors (Lizzie is the only one I put as two because both of these songs are just so fitting. Shallow river—“wasted all for the title, wasted all for the crown” reminds me of Lizzie trying to kill Scott and ending up dying herself instead. I also feel like parts of it could be dead Lizzie talking to Joel, the only person who is really mourning her. New Colors—“don't tell me that I can't, I need this“ and “I give up my air, to breathe” also feel very accurate with how she is trying so hard and just keeps failing )

Jimmy—Canary in a Coal Mine (no further context needed, we all know Timmy)

Scott—Little Soldiers (this is very flower husbands, but also just feels like Scott looking back on the last seasons including Pearl, Jimmy, Martyn, all his reluctant exes. Also this man is the watchers’ like least favorite person ever and this gives that vibe)

Pearl—Ribs (i changed this from New Discovery because Ribs is entirely about somewhat angrily protecting and helping yourself because nobody else would, and it really strikes me as Pearl with the some things having been good (Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss) and some being bad (divorce quartet))

BigB—Not the Ghost (this man is so incredibly odd, he just constantly feels like he is being haunted by the watchers and just going about his life, he is the human personification of gaslight and we love that for him)

Martyn—The Hand That Feeds (he HATES the watchers with every ounce of his being, and with Ren gone I think this guy’s only purpose is just to spite them)

Joel—Sleeping Giants (go listen to it. That’s all there is to it, it just feels very Joel-ish, this lad is absolutely fucking mental)

Ren—Once & for All (this song feels like war and being betrayed, and Ren has been betrayed so much so it just fits. I mean come on “my blood’s forever on your hands” tell me that isn’t 100% something Ren would say)

Gem—Show Your Fangs (Girlboss moment, we love Geminislay. This woman is not someone to be underestimated and this song very clearly says that so it’s very Gem in my head. She doesn’t have enough lore yet to make it angsty but ONE DAY)

Etho—Never Love An Anchor (I can’t explain it, this song just has Etho vibes. I mean “It’s a secret I keep tucked inside my chest” just seems very him, I can’t really tell you why)

[ethoslove]

fuck etho moon bdubs sun. i need etho sun like i need air

[minecraftbookshelf]

Adventures in Grian-Napping

Yakety Sax plays overhead.

Limited Life Session 3 Urban Fantasy AU not-quite-crack but definitely not serious either

Thanks to @crabbbage and @possiblyawesometmblr for the inspiration!

1.9k words

On AO3

-

"Grian's in a coma!"

Scott almost dropped his coffee when Martyn came flying through the front door, grinning like a madman.

"You know when Pearl moved out," he started, carefully re-balancing his armload of coffee and paperwork. "She left her key. Because she doesn't live here anymore. Because she has somewhere else to live. Just something to consider."

Martyn just looked at him like he was stupid. "Pearl doesn't use the front door, she comes in the window. You complain about it every time." He reached for the coffee pot on the bar and Scott batted his hands away.

"It's rude." He said defensively, taking a sip of his coffee to avoid having to answer any further. Martyn didn't say anything, just watched.

"You also have somewhere else to live. Somewhere you lived before, even."

Martyn tried for the coffee pot again.

Scott dropped his bag to grab it first. "Oh my GOD! Would you stop that‽ I made it, you should know better."

Martyn slunk back a step with an overly dramatic sulk. "You let Cleo eat your food."

"Cleo is undead and therefore immune to faerie food." Scott dumped the contents of the pot down the sink. "You, however, are not. You'd think twice would be enough."

"What can I say, I'm a glutton for punishment." Martyn hopped back towards him. "Anyway, that's not what I'm here for. Grian is in a coma."

Scott left the coffee pot in the sink and gathered back up his work things before making another try for the front door. "That's so sad, I'll send a card to the hospital."

"Oh no no no," Martyn shook his head. "Not that kind of coma, he's not in the hospital. He's on Joel and Timmy's sofa." He clearly thought this meant something, looking at Scott expectantly.

Scott just rolled his eyes up at the ceiling. "When will my husband return from the war and take you back off my hands?" He paused. "And by husband I mean Ren and by war I mean his communing with the moon and the wilderness werewolf thing."

"It's a two month retreat," Martyn said immediately. "He'll be gone for three more weeks."

A deep sigh and he looked back down. "Alright, I'll bite. What is going on with Grian and why do we care?"

"Wow, that's cold. Grian is in a coma because, according to Timmy," and Martyn made the most dramatic air quotes Scott had seen in awhile. "Grian said 'Oops, just a second, the gods are trying to take me back.' And then flopped over into his breakfast."

Scott mentally filed that away in his What the Actual Fuck is Up With Grian folder. "Okay, so again, why do we care?"

"We should steal him."

Scott should have kept the rest of the coffee, risk to Martyn be damned.

"We need to hurry though, Cleo, Scar, and Bdubs are already trying for it."

Of course they are.

-

It took them nearly half an hour to get to Joel and Jimmy's place because Martyn couldn't fly and Scott refused to carry him. No matter how many times he almost got run over jaywalking. Pearl was perched in the window by the door when they got there, her wings twitching behind her occasionally to balance. Scott stopped at the threshold and exchanged a look with her that only felt a little bit awkward. (They were doing better, even if they weren't quite back to the level of friendship they'd had before the soulmates debacle.)

"What's happened so far?"

Pearl grinned. "Scar has been baby-talking him, Cleo is hovering ominously, and-"

"STOP TRYING TO TAKE OUR GRIAN!"

"-And Joel is working himself towards an aneurysm."

Scott peeked through the door that Martyn so thoughtfully left open. He couldn't quite see into the living room from there but he could see Bdubs standing in the hallway and Jimmy fluttering back and forth, wings fluffed up indignantly while he argued with someone out of sight.

Oh, he might just be distracted enough that...

"Hey, Jimmy? May I come in?"

Pearl stifled a giggle next to him, her antenna bobbing in front of her face.

"Huh, yeah? Wait, no-"

Too late.

Scott strolled across the threshold, hands shoved in his pockets and smirk firmly pasted on. Jimmy threw his hands up in the air and stomped away, further into the sitting room.

"He never learns."

"He let me and Scar in too," Bdubs confirmed as he walked up beside him, eyes twinkling with mischief. "Though I don't think he'd realized that was a bad idea yet."

Scott just hummed in amusement. Invitations at this house were good one-time only, courtesy of Lizzie and the copious amounts of wards she'd thrown at the house first when Joel and then later Jimmy moved in. And if he focused hard enough, Joel would be able to throw them out, invited or no. They'd just have to make sure he was too distracted then. 

Though Cleo and Scar and Martyn seemed to have that well in hand, circling like vampires at a seedy nightclub. Joel was standing in front of the sofa, his hands on his hips, staring Cleo down, which looked pretty comical from the height difference alone. Scar and Martyn were flanking, trying their best to get at Grian (wrapped in a blanket, sitting on the sofa, staring blankly into space) while Joel body-blocked them without breaking eye contact with Cleo, who looked more amused than anything else. Jimmy was hovering anxiously in the back.

"Awwwww, who's a widdle Gwian," Scar was cooing, practically radiating mildly malicious delight. "Lookit the widdle Gwian!" 

"Stop that!" Joel blindly flailed a hand in Scar's direction and managed to smack him across the face, more out of luck than intention. Scar wheeled backwards a bit but wasn't deterred for long, rolling right back up to the sofa, turning his chair so that it was partially shielding him.

"Does the widdle Gwian want to go for walkies?"

"NO!" That actually got Joel to look away from Cleo, clear alarm on his face. "NO HE DOES NOT!"

"Are you so sure," Martyn inched closer. "It's got to be a bit dull, just staring at the wall like that. What kind of friends would we be if we left him to suffer boredom while he does..." he waved a hand vaguely in the air. "whatever he's doing."

Jimmy's wings fluffed up further. Pearl appeared in the living room window with a bag of popcorn as if she'd always been there. 

"You're not stealing our Grian!" Joel insisted. It was a good thing there were privacy wards. Who knows what the neighbors would have done by now otherwise.

"Do you think if we threw him across your lap you'd be able to carry him out?" Cleo asked Scar directly, leaning in a bit closer to Joel in a way that would have intimidated probably anybody else, but Joel's sense of danger was skewed and he didn't even flinch.

Scar looked genuinely thoughtful, tapping one finger on his knee as he considered. "Maybe. We'd have to tuck the blanket in tightly to make sure it didn't get caught in my wheels and kept his wings folded up."

Joel looked about ready to explode and was sputtering incoherently. Jimmy was squawking like an offended chicken. Pearl absolutely had the right idea with the popcorn.  

"You could at least turn the television on for him," Scott decided to throw his two cents in. "He's already in here."

Everyone quieted for a moment and considered that.

"Mario Kart?" Pearl suggested through a mouthful of popcorn. Jimmy perked up at the suggestion and Martyn looked like it had genuinely distracted him.

"We should do that!"

-

Two hours later everyone was firmly focused on the television, controllers being passed around and insults even more so. Cleo and Martyn and Scar and Pearl were fighting their way through Bowser's Castle and Scott leaned back against the sofa, closed his eyes and took a soft, deep breath.

Jimmy was easy, Scott's magic familiar and nonthreatening to him. He slumped over almost immediately, sound asleep.

Joel was harder. He had an innate resistance to magic in general that was very annoying, and an extra buffer from Lizzie's claim, but he was fairly relaxed and unsuspecting and he wasn't that far behind Jimmy.  Scott stifled a yawn and sat back up. Sleep charms always made him sleepy too. 

None of the others except BDubs had even noticed, too focused on the game.

"If you still want to steal Grian," Scott said, right as Martyn crossed the finish line with a cheer and shouts of disgust from the others. "Now would be the time."

Bdubs hopped to his feet. "Right, c'mon, Mom!"

Cleo looked somehow both exhausted and entertained at the same time. "Don't call me mom." Regardless, they got to their feet and gave the room a quick look-around. "Right."

Without further ado, she strode over to the sofa, threw Grian, blanket burrito and all over her shoulder and looked back at the rest of them. "Are you coming or what?"

There was a mad scramble, full of giggling and loud shushing and one close call (Jimmy rolled over in his sleep and almost hit Scar with his wing) before they were all out in the hallway looking at each other.

"Where to?" Martyn poked the Grian burrito. No reaction.

Pearl looked up from her phone. "I texted BigB, he'll meet us at the corner with the car."

"We should take him to Dad," Bdubs said emphatically. 

Cleo sighed. "Fine, we'll go see Etho."

Scar and Bdubs cheered. Martyn hushed them and they cheered again, quieter this time.

"We should hurry, the sleep charm won't last much longer," Scott jumped a bit when Pearl linked her arm with his.

They were out the front door and on the sidewalk, BigB's sedan pulling into view before the jig was up.

"WHERE IS GRIAN!"

Scott exchanged glances with Pearl and Martyn and as one the three of them bolted for the corner, giggling all the way, the others hot on their tail.

The trunk popped as they got close and Cleo yanked it open and tossed Grian inside without hesitation. Scar swung himself out of his chair and leaned up against Scott, who had to scramble a bit to catch him, scooting his chair at Cleo. They folded it up in record speed and shoved it in the trunk as well, right on top of Grian, before slamming the doorclosed and immediately pulling Bdubs out of the passenger seat so they could sit there themself.

Scott somehow ended up squished in one corner of the back, with Scar in the middle, Pearl on the other side with her knees pulled up, Martyn in his lap, and Bdubs squished down in the footwell in front of Pearl. Just in time too, as Joel came dashing down the sidewalk, Jimmy on his heels and fury on his face.

"GO! GO! GO!" At least three people screamed and BigB screamed wordlessly back as he peeled away from the curb. Scott managed to twist enough in his seat he could look out the back window. Joel was red in the face and looked genuinely distressed enough that he almost felt bad. Behind Joel, Jimmy took to the air.

"Jimmy's following," he informed the car at large. "He'll watch us from the air but he won't be too hard to lose."

Martyn leaned back, his elbow making forceful contact with Scott's diaphragm as he tried to look out the window. "He forgot to glamour before he took off, didn't he."

Scott wheezed, Pearl laughed, and Scar cackled like the madman he was.

"Etho is going to hate this," Bdubs announced from the floor. 

"Only one way to find out," Cleo said cheerfully and turned on the radio. "To Etho's house!"

[sexyinaratkindaway]

Day 10: Somnophilia

Pairing: Rendog/Bdoubleo100

King of sleep, he calls himself. And Ren understands why, now. 

In retrospect, it was kinda stupid to drop in on Bdubs' temple in the dead of night and expect its lone high priest to be awake.

And he's beautiful when he sleeps, for sure. Nestled in his cocoon of covers and blankets and pillows, hidden behind a canopy of silver chain like the veil he wears every day, shining-moon bright under the cover of night, and Ren feels like an intruder, peeking under the canopy to be face to face with Bdubs’ sleeping form, huddled in the soft duvets, poised on fluffy pillows like a work of art. He’s not completely under the covers: despite the glassless windows, and the soft night breeze, the canopy is heavy, and the air inside is a bit heavy, with oil and sweat and sleep and the vague scent of sage essential oil on his linens; the covers are pulled down under Bdubs’ hips, and his night shirt rode up a bit, exposing a sliver of a tan belly, soft with life. His face, in the same way, is soft, lips ajar but eyebrows scrunched.

Ren has forgotten what he came here for. He leans over him, hovers his hand just above his pretty face, terrified to touch. He might be King, but the crown is off tonight: he is a worshipper, and the first touch of his lips is to Bdubs’ forehead, clad in a sheen layer of sweat. Bdubs shifts, exposes even more of his bare midriff, and the duvet settles heavily over his lap and—oh.

He’s hard.

Ren immediately feels himself flush scarlet, and he knows he shouldn’t look, he knows he should leave, but he’s anchored to the spot, staring at Bdubs as he pants softly and shifts in his sleep and his hips twitch, having what’s obviously a very enthralling dream. Ren kneels by the mess of mattresses and duvets and watches Bdubs’ hips as he gasps and bucks up into empty air, a low hum that sounds vaguely like a “please” leaving his lips.

Stars, Ren is hard.

He shouldn’t, oh, he shouldn’t.

But he presses a hand to the tent in his jeans to relieve at least some pressure, leans in close to press his face in the tender crook of Bdubs' neck, bared by the white cotton, and takes a deep whiff of clean sweat and arousal, his lips brush skin and Bdubs hums a sweat noise and shifts closer, and that’s what shatters Ren's resolve. He toes off his boots and pulls his cock out of his jeans, asp-silent, and climbs on the bed with his kingmaker, careful as he peels the duvets off his sleeping form. He's wearing long sleep pants, sagging off his hips and showing off the waistband of his boxers, held up only by his tenting cock and a lot of hopes and dreams. Ren's hands tremble as he slowly pulls his pants and boxers off in one fell swoop and now there's yards of tan, sweet skin, moonlit and beautiful. His cock stands at proud attention, flushed red at the tip, with a drop of pleasure that all but begs to be licked away. Bdubs shivers, suddenly exposed, and rolls on his side, curling in on himself. Ren follows immediately, draped himself against his back, warm and naked, his hands roam under the flimsy cotton of his shirt to map warn skin and pinch soft nipples until they're pebbled, and oh, his cock settles so perfectly against Bdubs' ass and he needs to fuck him nowrightthefucknow.

He doesn't have lube on him, so he brings a hand to his lips and suckles on his index and middle finger, at the same time as his other hand circles Bdubs' cock to give it a few pumps. Bdubs moans a low, sweet, scratchy sound, bucks in time with Ren's hand, and now he's moving again, rolling on his back again, legs falling open and breath heavy, and now Ren has all the room to move he wants, so he finagles himself from under Bdubs until he's sitting between his legs, and now, finally, he can slip his fingers inside, one at first, slow and careful, and then two when Bdubs, inside, reveals himself tender and pliant. Ren scissors his fingers a couple of times, and he's still tight, but he's whining the prettiest, sleepiest noises, so Ren just takes his fingers out, spits on his cock—a harsh, wet noise that has his heart beating in his throat. But Bdubs doesn't stir; his cock slides in with little fanfare past a little gasp punched out of him.

And oh, he's so tight inside; tight enough that, at first, Ren can do nothing but thrust shallowly inside, and marvel as his sleeping form shakes. He's panting now, and so is Ren, trying to keep his voice down and failing miserably. 

His hands roam Bdubs' chest, push his shirt up to his chin to have a nice view of bare skin, dusted with dark hair and covered in goosebumps and nothing else. 

And that’s quite unbecoming of the King’s Hand, isn’t it? So he thrusts in deep as he can go, and leans down to bite some marks into Bdubs’ clavicles, the softness of his chest.

Arms wrap around his neck when he closes his teeth around a nipple, and, with a start, Ren realises he’s not alone anymore.

“M-My king,” says Bdubs, stammery and rough from pleasure and sleep, legs shifting to pull Ren closer, closer, “I–Please, feels… so good.”

Ren looks down at the point where their bodies connect, and, with a start, realises that Bdubs has been leaking a steady puddle in his belly button, and immediately his pace hastens, delirious to seek his orgasm now that he doesn’t have to worry about waking Bdubs up, wraps a hand around his pretty red cock to pull on it in discordant rhythm with his thrusts, and Bdubs lets himself fall back on the mattress with a sweet sigh and endure the brutal fucking, letting out mewling little ah-ah-ahs that make Ren want to eat him whole. He shifts just a fraction, gets a better hold on his hips and oh, now Bdubs is really singing, writhing on the bed, nails leaving indents in Ren’s back.

He comes with a shout, fluttering wonderful and tight around Ren’s cock, who follows with a howl, spills deep inside.

It takes him a while to gather the force of will to slip out of Bdubs and collapse at his side, breath heavy. He realises, distantly, that whatever god this temple was devoted to is probably not happy he just fucked its last priest on the altar.

The thought, for some reason, brings a smile to his face, and he dozes to sleep, content with the warm weight curled at his side, already fast asleep back in the realm of dreams.

[lorephobic]

I am very confused, what is SOTF? (Sorry, somewhat new to the fandom)

hey oh my god this took me so long to get around to and im sorry but sotf is maybe my favorite thing in the world and i wanted to pour my heart into this answer even tho its really not necessary

survival of the fittest is an old series bdubs ran in 2014 that consisted of two seasons of a battle royale style competition set in modded minecraft. the modpack introduces guns and vehicles, including planes and helicopters allowing for air combat, and the whole thing takes place in this giant custom map full of cities that are constantly getting destroyed in airstrikes.

the map and gameplay are so cool, but rly what gets me are the players and how they all get so fucking into it. bdubs especially plays this game like its life or death and makes every decision very carefully, including his alliances. interactions with other players are high stress situations and it becomes so evident who he puts his trust in when he's forced into a world where he shouldn't trust anybody, but does anyway.

i always joke that bdubs invented minecraft death games because of sotf which is not true, but if u are looking for something similar to the life series in the fact that it's just a bunch of friends taking a minecraft minigame too seriously, and u don't mind 2014 youtube, then u should absolutely check it out! if u need a place to start, i'll give u the same recommendation that rio gave me many months ago which is to start with ethos pov of season one, and then if u can bear two hours of bdubs crawling around in the dark, watch his pov of season two!!!! and if u do and u like them please put all of ur thoughts directly into my inbox xoxo

[chemdisaster]

a fanfic based off of @stiffyck's art and the camp camp episode "dial m for jasper". it's a camp camp au, but all you really need to know is that cub is dead and scar isn't okay.

they don't hear you singing to me

It's not that he's afraid. No, of course not! It's fine that he can't go to sleep without seeing a dead version of his friend when he wakes up. Everything is perfectly okay. He's fine. 

Scar has never been so tired.

Scar wakes with the echoes of his dead friend's voice reverberating in his head. 

At first, he tries to convince himself that everything is fine. Dreams about his childhood aren't exactly a rare occurrence, and certainly nothing to worry about. 

The next day, it happens again. 

This time, he follows the voice outside. 

Wisps of memories cling to his fingertips as he treads the familiar path. Reaching the moonlit clearing, he extends his hand and lets them curl and coalesce in the air until they form a silhouette. 

His dead best friend. 

Immediately, Scar's breath leaves his lungs.

Tentatively, he approaches the apparition. 

"Cub?" 

The spirit doesn't answer, so Scar repeats, voice shaking, "Cub?" 

The ghost meets his eyes and Scar shrinks back. Cub gives him a long stare, then his gaze turns sad. 

"Scar, why?"

"I—"

Scar can't answer that. 

A moment later, the apparition drifts away. He supposes he should be glad. He never knew what to say when Cub was alive, either. 

Cub's beseeching look still on the forefront of his mind, he turns around and comes face-to-face with a sleepy Bdubs.

"What are you doing?"

 

Scar screams.

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.

.

It's not that he's afraid. No, of course not! It's fine that he can't go to sleep without seeing a dead version of his friend when he wakes up. Everything is perfectly okay. He's fine. 

"The fuck's wrong with you? You look like you've seen a ghost or something."

Scar chucks his spoon across the room.

Grian continues talking and his fingers crumple the photograph he's holding in his hand. 

He's never been so tired.

"Who's this friend, anyway? Trees and birds don't count—"

"Nobody!" Scar exclaims, clutching at his head, tears springing to his eyes. "I didn't mean it! Leave me alone!" His voice breaks, Cub's face glitches in and out of sight in the place of Grian's, "I'm sorry."

A desperate wail tearing his chest, he runs out of the room. His ghosts follow. 

That day, he stands at the edge of a cliff, Cub's childlike voice in his head, his translucent body swimming in the air in front of him. 

"Cub, I'm sorry," he manages to say past the lump in his throat.

Cub shakes his head, "It's too late."

His voice trails away as he fades out of view. Scar stumbles after him, takes a step forward only for his foot to meet air, feels his stomach drop down, down to the bottom of the ravine, down to the cavern where Cub met his demise—

His back hits the ground. 

The wind gets knocked out of him, but Scar pays it no mind, letting his head fall and looking over to the side. 

Cub's shoes are sitting there, brand new as the day he got them, no burn marks to be seen. 

Scar looks up at the moon, vividly pale against the night sky. His chest shakes with silent sobs and tears soak into his temples. 

"I'm sorry," he repeats. "I'm so sorry."

This time, there is no one there to hear him.

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.

.

.

.

He doesn't go to sleep after that.

The remaining three hours until the wake-up call are spent staring at the ceiling of his cabin. His eyes are red-rimmed but dry, hands folded over his chest as though attending his own funeral. 

The sound of the door slamming open breaks him out of his trance. 

The kids give him no time to paint happiness on his face, "We found out why you've been freaking out."

Scar freezes. 

"We know about Cub."

When he bursts into tears, there is four pairs of eyes fixed on his pitiful display. The misery settles deep into his shoulders, drawing stars on the inside of his skin, and Scar feels he could die. 

"I'm just so ashamed," he sobs, hands coming up to cover his face. "Cub was my best friend." 

His chest hurts. Hiccuping, he continues, "I made a poor decision. Then I never got the chance to apologise before—"

Through the gaps between his fingers, he meets Cub's gaze. Imperceptibly, Cub jerks his head. Scar gulps. Quietly, he carries on, "—before his parents picked him up." 

Grian, Mumbo and Pearl trade looks.

Grian starts, "I bet if Cub was here, he'd say that it wasn't your fault."

Scar's heart skips a beat. 

"Maybe he'd say that you both treated each other poorly and that he forgives you," Mumbo chimes in, and hope blossoms in Scar's chest.

Cub doesn't nod. 

Scar fancies that he does, anyway.

His wings may be torn and ragged, but he always dreamt he could fly. And today he drowned, but maybe, just maybe, he can still reach the sky. 

It doesn't matter that Cub eventually fades, or that the kids leave not long after. 

Closing the door behind them, Scar looks up and sends the ceiling a two fingered salute.

Of course you would, Cub.

His best friend may be gone, but Scar hasn't been here since that night, either. 

Everything is fine. 

[oh-snapperss]

Sweater Weather

quick little ficlet for @nuggets4fools I wrote a few weeks ago! It’s not polished in the slightest but it’s impossibly cheesy fluff so enjoy!

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It’s cold this morning.

Actually, scratch that, it’s fucking freezing. 

Bdubs shoots upright in his bed and hikes the blankets up around him as frigid air hits his skin. Shivering against the cold fabric, he squints at the window of his room, where curtains cover any light from the outside. 

Where they should be covering the light. Bdubs glares to where the wind has thrown his curtains open, and is blowing gusts of snow through the window he must have forgotten to close the night previously. 

Ohhhh, he’s going to have to clean up all the water from the melted snow later. 

Fuck.

Well, he could get out of bed and get soaked socks as a reward, or he could… 

Inhale. 

“ETHOOOOO!”

It takes a minute, but he hears hurried footsteps approaching. “What is it, ‘Dubs? If you want me to cuddle you could have just come to my room instead of waking me u-“

Etho’s complaining cuts off when he opens the door and is immediately hit in the face with a gust of wind, ice, and snow. Indignantly sputtering, he drags his shirt across his face and wipes his hand in his hair, leaving it sticking straight up in places.

Bdubs stifles a snicker, which Etho picks up on immediately. He glares at Bdubs and attempts to flatten the part sticking up. Somehow he only succeeds in making it worse, so he gives up.

“Really?” Etho gestures at the window. “Is there a reason you’ve decided to become one with the icicles?”

“I didn’t mean to!” Bdubs shivers even more violently. He’s not really cold now, but he really doesn’t want to get up to go close the window, so he’s going to sell this aa best he can. “Could you please close it for me?”

There’s a long beat of silence, and Bdubs can feel the judgment radiating from Etho with how every second he looks more like he’s about to close the door and leave.

“...please?”

Etho snorts at that. “Oh, you’re too much of a fragile flower to go close it yourself?”

“I’m not fragile! I’m just tired! And cold. So very cold.”

Etho’s eyebrows raise even further at that. Without saying anything else, he crosses the room to the window and shuts it, before turning around and considering Bdubs.

Bdubs smirks at him, satisfied. “Thank you! Would you mind getting a towel for the water everywhere?”

“Okay, that’s it,” Etho marches towards Bdubs, who attempts to scramble backwards. He is thwarted by his own blanket pile, and instead finds himself tangled in them and entirely unable to wiggle away from Etho when he’s unceremoniously hauled out of the bed and into Etho’s arms.

“Hey! Let me go.. let me out.. hey!” 

Etho laughs at his weak attempts at getting away and instead of responding, he shifts Bdubs so he’s being held much less precariously. Once he’s got Bdubs settled, with one arm hooked under his knees and the other supporting his torso, he heads towards the door.

“C’mon, ‘Dubs. You make me close your window? You gotta do something with me.” 

Etho takes them both down the stairs, to the closet. He sets Bdubs down, rifles through the pile of shoes they’ve long given up on organizing, before turning back around with a triumphant grin and an absolutely evil look in his eye.

He’s holding two pairs of skates.

“No, no, no, no, I don’t think so, ask me tomorrow, ask me next year, actually, we all remember last time and it was awful-”

“Oh, you mean because you kept falling over?” Etho smirks. “Don’t worry, I can keep us both upright.” 

“...maybe.” Bdubs feels his cheeks flush. “It’s cold! It’s too cold for this!” 

“Nope, we’re going.”

Bdubs pouts at Etho. “I have a great idea. A better one, even! What if,” he pauses for dramatic effect, “we go back upstairs and we take a nap in your room!”

“Absolutely not.” Etho doesn’t wait for an answer, and instead pulls Bdubs over to the couch, where he laces both their boots when Bdubs refuses to do his own. 

Etho grins at the look Bdubs gives him, then drags him to the door before grabbing his jacket and throwing it around Bdubs. “You ready?”

“No,” Bdubs grumbles back, but he can’t help but crack a little at the way Etho’s absolutely thrilled at the snow. It’s disgustingly endearing.

They step outside, the snow blanketing everything around them and making the world outside seem untouched and out of time. Bdubs almost feels guilty for stepping off the porch and ruining the scene before them, but Etho bounds down the steps without hesitation and off for the lake in the distance, leaving Bdubs to scramble after him, tripping through thick drifts and finally just sliding down the hill until he’s come to a stop in front of Etho. 

Etho pulls him upright, dusting off snow from Bdubs’ shoulders, and then drops back down on the ground to attach his skates to his boots. Bdubs joins him, dread curling in his stomach while he surveys the lake before him (but at this point it’s worth it if only to see Etho’s eyes crinkling with the bright smiles Bdubs only ever sees when it’s just the two of them or when the snow falls).

“Ready?” Etho offers a hand to Bdubs, who takes it with the air of someone marching to their death. “Oh come on, I’m not gonna let you fall this time.”

“That’s what they all say,” Bdubs groans, attempting to shove down the pleasant warmth curling in his chest at Etho’s promise. 

“Oh? Who else said that?” Etho leads them onto the ice.

……

There’s a rather awkward pause.

“I see,” Etho’s eyes are crinkling again, and he moves backwards, pulling Bdubs with him much faster than Bdubs would like. Bdubs wobbles, and feels Etho’s grip on him loosen. 

“Etho… Etho!” Bdubs clutches Etho’s hands like a lifeline, and squeezes his eyes shut. “Please don’t let go!”

“I got you, you’re fine,” The teasing tone is gone, and Bdubs feels Etho move his hands down to Bdubs’ waist, pulling him close. “You’re not falling this time, remember?”

Bdubs cracks his eyes open and realizes they’ve slowed down, Etho holding him securely to his chest. He cranes his neck up to look at Etho, and Etho peers back down at him with amusement and fondness in his expression. They stay like that for a few moments, and when Etho starts to skate again, Bdubs lets him, although he continues to hang on to Etho like a lifeline. 

True to his word, Etho never lets Bdubs fall, not when he spins Bdubs and leaves him breathless on the ice, not when he pulls him along much faster than Bdubs thinks is necessary, chilly wind biting at his cheeks,  and not even when Etho crashes himself, after trying one jump too many and faceplanting into the ice with a resounding crash and ungraceful flapping of arms.

I love you, Bdubs thinks hours later, when they’ve gone inside and he’s made Etho his hot chocolate in the specific way Etho always insists it be made, and when they’re sitting on opposite ends of the couch with the fireplace crackling merely.

“....so will you clean up the water in my room now?”

Etho throws a cushion in his face as a reply.

Seems like a problem for later. 

[ethtyn]

ll2 liveblog: etho's pov

love the way he just throws us into the action with "you have 24 hours to live, good luck," everybody scatters. you're so right king the rest of the rules are totally unnecessary <3

fucking. then he makes skizz explain the rules. girlboss behaviour tbh (LOVE that we get the boogeyman back !!!!!!)

"(keeping all of the moss) is what i wanted to do too, but i didn't want to get blamed for it, is pretty much what it boils down to" me as fuck. also, second of the three G's (gatekeep).

MARTYN ASKING WHAT THEIR IDEAL FINAL MEAL WOULD BE AND SKIZZ'S ACCIDENTAL PAUSE AFTER "MY WIFE"

pLEASE THERE'S SO MUCH MARTYN IN THIS EPISODE ALREADY. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD IF THEY DON'T TEAM

like. look at them.

PLEASE PEOPLE STILL THINK ETHO HAS A BOOGEYMAN TEXT DELAY 😭😭😭 aaaaand that makes all three Gs, LET'S HEAR IT FOR GASLIGHT.

i know it's like asking a fish to breathe normal air but Etho please i am trying to manifest a Martho (Etyn?) team up PLEASE stop making him think you're boogeying 😖😖

(i'm five minutes into the episode btw aren't u so glad i haven't been doing individual posts this whole time)

NAURRRRRR NOT SKIZZ ALREADY 😭😭😭 Grian's "i see the rules don't apply to you?" lmfao

BRO ANOTHER BOOGEY IN 7 MINUTES OF VIDEO? please. my heart

HELLO?????? SKIZZ AGAIN???????? SKIZZ STOP BEING ALONE I'M BEGGING YOU DUDE

WAIT i didn't even realize this breaks timmy's curse, at least for first green death of the server. n*ce

Scar with the fall damage 💀 ppl are dropping like flies LOL

bro the fact that Etho's stuck with Martyn this long. i am going to THROW UP. pleasepleasepleasepleasePLEASEPLEASEPLEASE...

"i'll give you some wood as a...as a reward" ayo ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

it's actually really interesting seeing exactly how much video is being cut out. we're 11 minutes into the video but 30 minutes have already gone by in the session. i don't remember exactly but aren't sessions 2-3 hours? cutting that down to 44 minutes is fuckin impressive in that case actually

"okay so we've proven that none of us are the boogeyman right now" HAVE WE GRIAN?? because i heard Tango super unconvincingly say he wasn't and NO ONE ELSE.

"did you flinch? did that freak you out?" you little freak. i love you and am kissing you on the mouth

KCMXKFKD Grian buying Etho's loyalty with a diamond sword..."i will serve you however you wish"...GRITHO ENJOYERS WINNING

I'M CRYING i paused to write that last point and then IMMEDIATELY upon unpausing Grian's like "good, now kill Martyn 😈" and Etho's like. "actually? 🤔 Martyn wya 👀" STOP IT. STOP KILLING MY MARTHO DREAMS.

aaaaand they left him in the Nether. i hate it here OTL

i was so focused on Skizz whispering sweet nothings into Etho's ear (giving him a lovely compliment) that i didn't even notice Jimmy and Joel dying in lava until Martyn asked if it was a boogey kill LMFAO helpppp

WAIT STOP. EVERYBODY SHUT UP.

"CAN'T BELIEVE YOU REPLACED ME WITH A COW, ETHO"

"HE KEEPS ME COMPANY AT LEAST"

I HATE THEM.

"oh, so you're gonna make a boat with a new friend, hey Joel?" [Bdubs voice] ETHO STOP IT.

Jimmy's "sorry Rancher 🥺" after Joel kills the cow 🥴🥴🥴

wait where tf is the enchanter this season? did Grian finally get a clue and use spawn protection if they did a single enchanter again?

hello again Martyn 👀

"can i buy your silence about this spot." "i guess so. you got any diamonds?" "how 'bout wood, you want some wood?" Etho stop trying to give Martyn your wood 😩

oh RIP Cleo, they really are playing on hard mode from the first episode this season

Scarcledubs teamup? 👀👀👀

the way Etho looks at Bdubs after he says the breed stock comment. the dismissive "i'm not interested". i need to lie down (is already lying down)

THE WAY HE INSTANTLY TRIES TO YOINK BDUBS WHEN CLEO ASKS IF HE HAS ROOM ON HIS TEAM (she is so Tired lmaoooo)

I JUST REALIZED THERE'S NO REN THIS SEASON....DEVASTATING

i am so sorry 👇🏻

"do you wanna be our dad?" "...i don't think i could handle it."

👆🏻 sorry again.

this bit is going weirder places than i just took it tbqh

Etho confirmed not 43 (yet)

Pearl & BigB teamup??? also Pearl double-fisting diamond hoes on the serial killer server is objectively so funny

Etho sowing discord and distrust wherever he goes my beloved <3

HELLO AGAIN MARTYN...BELOVED...PLEASE STAY. look Etho is even setting up by himself... there's room for you too...

SKIZZ AGAIN I'M FUCKING LAUGHINGGGGGG (also RIP impulse)

"got me...got me excited" ETHO I AM BEGGING YOU.

Martyn accidentally killing their last cow with the fucking lava bucket 😭😭 you can tell he's genuinely sorry too JFNFJCKFKF

SOMEONE DROPPING A FUCKING LIT BLOCK OF TNT DOWN A HOLE AND PRAYING IS SO FUCKING FUNNY. no way that was a Martyn boogey attempt he's so much more calculated than that?????

it's so endearing to me that Etho's first instinct is to call people by a nickname out of their usernames (that isn't what everyone else calls them) unless they're a closer friend (Littlewood, Skizzle, etc). also RIP BigB (it was Martyn, turns out 😩)

this whole negotiation with Cleo. "Cleo let me steal your cows 🥺" "no." "🙄🙄🙄🙄 FIIIIIIIIINE" god the POUT. obsessed. also SO proud of him for getting over his fear of Cleo one attempt at stealing her cows at a time <3

i haven't watched Martyn's POV yet but if he fucking fell down one of Etho's holes to his death i am going to CACKLE WILDLY especially considering Etho made a comment about it TO HIM (i think) earlier in the session. "i've done this in every smp i've ever joined and people fall down them and get mad at me" LMAOOOOOOO

we got a "take care, bye-bye" 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺💖💖💖💖💖

[jadespeedster17]

The Unusual Prince

Notes; Great, listening to Once Upon A Dream, and must write fluff.  this is a Au of my Mushroom Man and the Father Spore we’ve been making with Blu, with Mumbo and Scar being the focus. 

Summary: Mumbo wasn’t expecting this type of reaction, much less an apology from Father Spore of all people. But here he was with the other holding his hand too keep him from leaving, and telling him he was sorry for not making things clear. And honestly Mumbo isn’t sure how to react. 

Warnings: Not much of any, other than mild Body Horror as mushrooms do grow out of Scar’s body.

-

Mumbo was pissed as he glared at the cocky smile of the Father Spore. Trying his best to just head back to the building to listen to an idea that Bdubs had. He was still dead set on just killing all of them, even if Grian was in the mix. And frankly Mumbo himself was no murder, and couldn’t bring himself to agree to such an idea.  But on his way there, Scar decided again to stop by and tease and rub in the fact he had Grian. Telling about how he got that bird to scream his name all day long  once back at the resistance base. How Cub had joined in at one point, making sure they made Grian a perfect, happy mushroom bird. 

And frankly, Mumbo was done with this, “Will you just shut the fuck up already!?” he snapped at Scar, cutting him off mid sentence. “What do you expect o hear form me!? What do you want, permission to fuck over this city with your shrooms or whatever!?” he screamed a little, dark black eyes glaring at Scar.

Whatever he was expecting, it possibly wasn’t that, as Scar stared a bit wide eyed at Mumbo’s reaction. Sure, he was used to Mumbo yelling, scowling, or anything else. But there was something else in the tone now.

“Well go right on ahead! What do I care! you have Grian, like you said, and you know for a fact I’d never do anything against him!” Mumbo yelled back, by now tears of frustration ran down his cheeks. “Why do you keep playing this game with me!? Just for some selfish ego problem of yours!? Do you like seeing other suffer so much!?” he accused and somewhat asked.

Scar gapped a bit at that, “that’s not what I-” he was cut off again by Mumbo throwing up his hands.

“What you what!? You keep coming at me each time to gloat and talk about the deadline, why do you bother with that?! Just to play a messed up game with me! Just take the fucking town, you know you already can!” Mumbo yelled, “i didn’t ask to be mayor of this! I didn’t want to be a mayor. Grian and I entered as a joke yet somehow won, and rather than just get a normal time with normal problems like infrastructure or whatever, I fucking get you! And I have no idea what to do! I’m not a military person, I’m not some hero! I’m just a guy who used to farm for a living near the outskirts of the island!”

Tears of frustration ran down Mumbo’s cheeks, his throat hurt, and he let out a chocked sob. “Just do as you please already...” he near whispered in a horse voice. “Why do you keep insisting on dragging me into it?. . . Gods I’m tired.” he said almost to himself that last part. 

Mumbo sniffled a bit as silence hung in the air, roughly brushing away tears as he turned to leave, he was done arguing with a man that had mushrooms for brains. But as he walked, a hand reached out and grabbed his own. He turned back to see Scar looking at him with soft green eyes.

The hand held his tightly to keep him from moving, “I’m terribly sorry Mister Mayor.” Scar said to him quickly before Mumbo could yank away. “This wasn’t my intentions at all.”

Staring incredulously Mumbo looked at the spore man, “What?’ he asked in a croaked tone from all the yelling he just did. 

The gloved hand held his as Scar looked guilty and sad, the cocky smile gone form his face instead was deep worry. “I do enjoy messing with you, but al in good banter. I had no idea that ... well my courting gestures were hurting you.” his tone seemed sincere enough.

Yet, Mumbo stared in shock at that, “C-Courting Gestures?” he echoed on disbelief, courting? Scar was courting him!? How remotely was he even doing that?

A nod as Mumbo found he wasn’t pulling away from the hand that still held his. “Indeed, my species, well, the way we court is much different to mortals. We like to cause problems for our potential mates, eager to have any attention we can get from them. But we never do it out of pure malice intent. true, you are my enemy in ways, so it’s a bit different... but haven’t you ever asked why I never killed you when I could? Instead opting to use spores to have you come to me?” he asked a bit in shock himself.

Mumbo gapped, his face feeling warm now as he did think on that. He swallowed now closing his mouth, “But what about Grian?” he asked confused.

“Ah, an oversight then, I knew of feelings, I had hoped by getting your mate to see potential in me, you would too.” Scar said sheepishly, Mumbo tried not to gap again. “He’s a beautiful bird, quiet stunning, I knew he had to be mine, and I knew you would follow as you are quiet the amazing person yourself.”

Okay so maybe flattery was working as Mumbo’s face heated up again and his ear tips turned red. Scar looked guilty now, “Mister Mayor I don’t use titles lightly, nickname suffice well for mates. But you’ve prove yourself stubborn in every way, shape, and form. And if that doesn’t make me long for you more, I don’t know what else might.”

Blinking out of the stupor, Mumbo spoke up, “You want me because I’m stubborn and keep pushing back against your advances?” he asked.

“Well it proves to me that you’d make an excellent care taker, and wont’ let anyone harm me or our mates or even children to come. The fact you fight against my advances for your attention proves I’m not trying hard enough...” a look of embarrassment, “Some spend their whole lives courting another, once we set our sights on a mate, we are stubborn to let go.”

The thumb rubbed his fingers as Mumbo felt warmth now in his chest at those words. He really shouldn’t be feeling such things! Father Spore was the enemy after all, and had tried to corrupt him many times, and had already done so to Grian. But... where all these truly just gestures of love? Could this evil man really be that much of a Himbo!?

A pause rang between them as Scar gave him a pleading smile, “Allow me to make it worth your time Mister Mayor, and I’ll make this up to you. I enjoy your feathers ruffled, in a metaphorical sense, but that’s not all that I am about.” he said pulling Mumbo closer. 

A embarrassing squeak did escape Mumbo’s mouth, the other hand moving to catch his own free hand. The earthy scent was back, but wasn’t as overpowering as it used to be, Scar looked into his eyes, “I promise you, I’ll be a good mate for you, Grian, and Cub.” he near whispered.

Dark eyes stared into the green ones as they were pulled around, his feet automatically following Scar’s own. His heart futtered in his chest at how intense the stare was, the normal cockiness that was always there with a smirk and eyebrow raise, was gone. Replaced with a fonder look, soft, and caring. 

This was.. so new, alarming at times. Mumbo didn’t think Scar was truly capable of being soft like this. He had only ever heard about it from Grian, but figured that it was just the spores in his head talking. Or perhaps Scar forcing Grian to say such things.  Instead, Scar seemed so apologetic, and hurt that he had been making Mumbo so deeply upset to the point of tears. Being quick to clarify and try to stop Mumbo from crying or yelling more. Come to think of it, Scar never called him ‘Mumbo’ that much, it was always by his title. Which he never did for anyone else in the office. 

They did pull back a moment, as Mumbo messed with his tie, trying to let his thoughts processes this. He could make out Scar humming a faint tune, before going over and taking his hand again. Mumbo looked at him, seeing that gentle smile he always gave Grian. 

Trailing a hand up to Mumbo’s shoulder as the mayor did smile faintly back. His eyes growing fond at how... caring the touches were. He really shouldn’t be falling for this, it could just be a tactic to use his feeling against him, but... it felt so real, guiding again into a twirl as a small laugh escaped his mouth.

At that moment, the rain did start to fall, a light drizzle that soaked their clothing. Etching another laugh from Mumbo as it drenched them. 

The sound made Scar’s eyes lit up brighter as the smile became more real, no longer having sad tints to it. He pulled Mumbo closer again, a hand on his waist, “You have a pretty laugh.” Scar teased him lightly earning a bashful smile.

“you’re an odd person.” Mumbo said back to him as they walked together the rain drizzling around them. “Going from evil and secretive one minuet, to cherishing and devoted in another?” he looked perplexed, but still held Scar’s hand as they walked together past the area that was once the science building. 

A shrug, Scar laced his fingers with Mumbo, “Can you forgive me?” he asked him shyly, “You have rights to be mad, I’ve been a terrible mate to your feelings.” the spore creature said messing with his shirt a bit. “But I promise I’ll-”

He was cut off by Mumbo moving forward and giving him a soft kiss. Scar pulled back for a moment in shock, “You do know that can-” he was cut off again by the mayor hugging him.

“I know...” Mumbo told him, “It’s fine, i’ll worry about it later, right now, let me have this.” he mumbled into the shirt, taking in the earthy scent that was strangely comforting now. Before he hated how he could tell it was Scar’s scent, now, despite making his head fuzzy he liked it. Arms wrapped around him quickly, and hugged him closer, was... wait Scar could purr? 

“I’ll stop stalling if you wish, tomorrow, would that be good? You can wait for me and the others if you like, to keep up appearances.” Scar offered to him with a bright smile when he pulled away, “I’ll take you home tomorrow, from there we’ll go at your comfort level.” he said excitement in his tone as he held Mumbo in his arms, and peppering his face with kisses. “Okay?” he asked running a hand through the other’s silver and black hair.

Mumbo looked up at him, the other was only slightly taller than him. “I..-” he was cut off when he heard yelling of his name down the ally way. Bdubs’s voice from the sound of it. Fear laced his heart at the idea of them seeing him like this. Turning back to speak to Scar, only to stare... the Father Spore had already left the scene... leaving Mumbo alone in the rain.

He stared at the area where Scar used to be, and felt a painful longing in his chest and sadness that he had left. The spores on his hands were being washed off by the rain, but he’d have to disinfect anyway... at no doubt Bdubs request as the rain could also be infected. 

Taking a breath, he did faintly smile, “Tomorrow then.” he said out loud, hoping he was heard, turning back to find the others. And for once... a weight was lifted off his shoulders. 

-

Mumbo sat at the desk sighing lighting as he read over the plans again. He had bene humming faintly to himself all day the song Scar ahd been, finding out it was a Disney song, which made him smile a bit. He never would have pictured the villain to be a Disney fan.

Call him an idiot, but last night had been wonderful, his lips still faintly tingled whether from the memory or actual spores on them he wasn’t sure. And he remembered the faint dreams of it that carried off, which had him hoping today was the day.

He honestly didn’t have much left in him to care anymore about this place. He’s no military leader or hero, like he told Scar. The other could just take over already, and he’d be done with it. At that point, he was ready to just let Scar kill him. Only to find the other giving a proclamation of love in a twisted and dark sort of way, but yet it still made Mumbo’s heart flutter in his chest. 

Lost in thought for a long moment just now messing with the papers, Mumbo heard something outside the office. He stood up to go check, only to jump as the doors opened quickly. He could only make out a blur of purple feathers before he was slammed into. And grunted as he fell back with a Grian in his arms, it knocked the wind out of him as Grian hugged him tightly. 

Purple spores were consuming the room quickly as Grian was chirping happily. “well, I did tell you he’d cause a scene.” Mumbo heard as he looked past the mushroom purple wings to see Cub walking in with Scar. 

“Oh let him, he’s missed our dear Mayor.” Scar chided lightly with a grin on his face. “hello my love.” he said to Mumbo leaning on his cane with a casual smile. Mumbo just gave a playful glare at that as Grian didn’t seem to want to let go.

A soft chirp again came from him, “I knew you’d come around eventually.” Grian mumbled into Mumbo’s neck. “Gosh Mumbo, it’s been a bit depressing without you.” 

Mumbo rose an eye brow, “Depressing? Really? I’d say this job title was more so.” he got a swat from one of the wings, which cause purple pollen to ran on his hair and shoulders. He sneezed a bit as Grian snickered, and did allow Mumbo to stand.

Sighing a bit, Mumbo smiled at the other two. “Do I want to know what’s going on outside?” he asked in a joking tone. “Nah.” Cub said waving his hand as Scar nodded in agreement.

Scar leaned upright again and walked over to Mumbo, pulling him closer by the waist and kissing him again. Closing his eyes, Mumbo leaned up into it, by this point he didn’t care if the others saw. Breathing in slow and calmly as he was hugged from behind and Cub also joined in. They did pull back from the searing kiss, and just held him. 

“I can’t wait to see what you’ll become my darling mayor.” Scar chuckled to him, a hand squeezing his waist. “It’s a new world for all of us, and I know we’ll make it even better.” he grinned showing sharp teeth.

A dazed look was on Mumbo’s face, and a dizzy smile at that. He didn’t say anything just leaned on the other. Scar chuckled, “Come along now, let’s get you home, sunlight can be a bit much to new sporelings.” he said leading mumbo by his hand as Grian took the other.

Not an ideal situation, letting the villain win, but Mumbo could live with that. 

[dmwrites]

“Hi Bdubs.”

Bdubs wished he could say he was regretting this.

“Hi Etho.”

“I’m surprised you came.” There was no surprise in Etho’s voice- just a calm, knowing victory.

Bdubs had told Impulse he was going on a walk. To clear his head. Impulse had smiled, given him his clock he had freshly shined, kissed him on the forehead, and told him to be safe. That stupid, kind smile. The way Impulse had started humming Bdubs’ favorite song as he left, almost like a warning cry to just come back inside, be a good fucking person.

“Where’s Joel?” Bdubs looked around, almost expecting to see Etho’s soulmate lurking behind a tree.

“Back at the house.” Etho said without a care. “See, he understands that we’re just here to cause problems, not start a whirlwind romance. And he probably got sick of me talking about every part of you all the time. Do you talk about me to sweet Impulse?” What Bdubs could see of Etho’s face scrunched up when he said Impulse.

“No, I don’t.” Bdubs replied, crossing his arms.

“Oh, really?” Etho pulled down his mask to grin at Bdubs in mockery. “Oh, so suddenly you’re not the type to spark jealousy to get a little more passion, huh? Married life changes a man, I suppose.”

Bdubs lowered his gaze. “Impulse doesn’t deserve that.” It wasn’t so much a challenge of statement as it was what he knew he was supposed to say. What Impulse would say if the roles were reversed, with the passion of a knight pledging support for a princess.

“Because he’s too nice.” Etho’s voice grated the very air with bitterness. “Oh the loverboy and his little Bdubs, the perfect couple, the perfect honeymooners. Let me guess- he protects you and calls you pretty names and is soooo big and strong, huh? You two must be so happy. You must be so happy.”

“Leave him out of this, Etho.” Bdubs remembered when he’d first told Etho about him and Impulse. Said they were in love so loudly, so brashly. And Etho, with his words like seeds, simply asked if it was a happy marriage. Or just settling. And somehow, Bdubs had known then that this meeting on the mountain was bound to happen. And here he was, pathetic, saying words he didn’t know if he meant or not.

“Oh come on, Bdubs. You know as well as I do Impulse doesn’t hold a candle to what you and I had last season, have now too, really. I know you, better then he ever will.” Etho stepped closer, red eye gleaming bright. “I know you and him have your little domestic nest with cooking and cleaning and telling stories. But it’s a piss poor replacement for us. This-” Etho stepped even closer, so their faces were mere inches apart. “is us.” He smirked as he said it, and it was a painful reminder of the man waiting for Bdubs at their house. When Impulse said that phrase, “this is us”, it was with the warmth of a thousand smiling suns. With Etho it was cruel, addictive flames snaking into Bdubs’ lungs.

“Me and Impulse are soulmates.”

Etho laughed. It wasn’t a friendly kind of laugh. “Oh, okay, so go home to bumbling loverboy then. Go on.”

He thought about going back down the mountain, leaving Etho to stand there like just another tree in this damn woods. He could just walk in the front door and just fall into Impulse’s arms, so warm and steady. So trusting.

But Bdubs, hating himself, stayed put.

[mogamingthe1st]

Life Series Playlist (Outdated)

An update (below cut)

Third Life:

To My Enemies by Saint Motel- This one is the vibes for the start of the season. Upbeat, not a whole lot of angst yet.

I Can't Decide by Scissor Sisters- Bdubs betrayal of Impulse

Dead Girls by Penelope Scott- Scott after Jimmy's death. "I don't see her but I see her and I know it isn't real but I fake it anyway"

American Healthcare (Glitzy) by Penelope Scott- Martyn, specifically his alliance with Ren

Choke by IDKHOW- More vibes, but later in the season, the red army is coming.

Bad Bad Things by AJJ- The Red King, "If I don't go to hell when I die I might go to heaven, might go to heaven but probably not"

Never Love an Anchor by The Crane Wives- I might remove this, it used to be Grian's song for being the winner of the season, but I changed it.

Lukewarm by Penelope Scott- End of season Grian and his win. "Throw a punch, watch it sail through the air; keep talking but there's nobody there" among other lyrics.

Last Life:

Hayloft II by Mother Mother- Setting the stage for this season, it's unhinged in an angsty way is how I describe it.

Tongues and Teeth by The Crane Wives- Cleo burning the forest. Yes this one is specific, but it does double as the vibes of the Fairy Fort alliance.

Who Are You Really? by Mikky Ekko- The southlands alliance. Just them.

Born2Run by Penelope Scott- This is later in the season when things are picking up and there's more drama.

Bad Girls by M.I.A.- Gaslight, gatekeep, and girlboss because they deserve it <3

Curses by The Crane Wives- Scar? I want it to be Scar. "There's still cobwebs in the corners, and the backyard's full of bones" he is lonely and it makes me sad

Feel Better by Penelope Scott- Bdubs. Bdubs and Etho omg. "But someone loved me, someone fucking loved me"

Goodbye by Bo Burnham- Scott as his winner's song. I feel like Scott finished the series realizing he was now alone even though he won.

Double Life:

Smokey Eyes by Lincoln- Once again we begin with the overall feel of the season.

Canary in a Coal Mine- haha rancher duo, I love them, I'm not over the canary curse STILL being real after 4 seasons, wtf man

You and Me by Lifehouse- A nice song for the healthy relationship that is clock duo. Also it mentions clocks. (I specifically have the extended wedding song version lol)

Too Close by Sir Chloe- This one is desert duo and Ren and bigb, but I really think it's from Scar's POV "you get too close, take the one I love the most"

Burning Pile by Mother Mother- Boat boys. The ship burns everything burns. Yep.

No Children by The Mountain Goats- Listen to this in the context of double life and tell me it's not Scott and Pearl. "I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrow, I hope it bleeds all day long"

Limited Life (very unfinished):

Never Be Alone by Shadrow- I know, I know, but hear me out. This season feels very watcher-y and also brings back the boogeyman and just feels like everyone has to be on edge at all times.

Fighting With The Melody by Jimmy Urine- honestly idk I just brought this one over from my C!Grian playlist because it fit. "Welcome to your fate, end of the line" and "You are so dead, dancing with the enemy"

Hell's Comin' With Me by Poor Man's Poison- I have this down for TIES, but mostly Impulse since he made it to the end, idk

Problems by Mother Mother- The bad boys yeeeaaaaahhhhhh. "I am a sinner, you are a saint" among other lines.

I'm Gonna Win by Rob Cantor- This is Martyn's winner song, he legit went insane at the end there what can I say. "I'll never lose, I'll never die"

Here's a link also I will take suggestions, this is legitimately just my music taste

[anony-mouse-writer]

im using the s3 announcement as an excuse to go back and watch a new last life pov and im doing martyns and its incredible actually

ep 1:

- talking to scar: ‘just come by the embassy… it’ll be made of lava when you do' apollo stop interacting please

- there were so many more aHa jokes than in everyone else's videos lol

- i think i heard grian do a 'out of air to laugh' squeak and honestly, mood

- impulse aldksf jflskd

ep 2:

- martyn's mumbo impression is just korg lol

- rip the mad wizards of magic mountain i always forget how quickly that dissolved

- ren :<

- martyn: lol grumpy wizard man haha

also martyn: ren sTOP SETTING URSELF ON FIRE

- and he gave him netherwart and a promise for a potential alliance, im suffering

ep 3:

- return of the korg voice

- martyn trying to corral scar's chickens, oh boy. 'professional at work!!' *kills like 90% of the chickens*

- martyn just carrying literally everything on him. full inventories usually stress me out, but this is hilarious. he’s like that mom friend with the endless bag of random shit thats incredibly useful

- ‘this is what being married is like’ pffft

- 'i have many things. i do many things. i am many things' i cant tell if this is actually threatening or if martyn's just got a voice thats great for that ominous declarations

- 'i need to get back to the southlands, theyre calling me' its absolutely mad how the southlands swings back and forth between bonded by a life and on the edge of falling apart.

ep 4:

- martyn 🤝 not letting grian have access to multiple wither skulls 🤝 smajor

- side note: sometime between watching scotts pov originally and now, i developed an incredibly strong association between scott saying the word psychopath and that clip from 3rdlife

- jimmy: dies disarming a minecart tnt in 3rd life

also jimmy: sticks his face directly in the hole where martyns trying to disarm a tnt minecart

- hoLY FUCK

- …. can martyn hear the mystery voice?

- without rewinding to check, im like 80% certain martyn never picked up the stand after clearing his inventory

- ‘hes the ‘b’, theyd just be a time zone [without bdubs]!’ i dont know if i was just deaf before or what, but martyn is absolutely killing me holy shit

- martyn and ren are so dramatic and then hilarious with zero transition between, im dying

- the eye of the moon, huh? i see you martyn, youre not slick ninja boi lol

[single-malt-scotch]

mindcrack s4 rewatch liveblogging. i guess

i forgot how much people were always like "kurt is the nicest guy and nothing should ever go wrong for him ever he doesnt deserve it". and i mostly am watching bdubs' pov- he emphasizes it a lot lol. and then three eps into s4 he unknowingly burns down kurt's truck before he even got a chance to start recording....spawned in the air cuz he was inside it and the floor was fucking gone...

[bellshazes]

i’m hours and hours late but could you talk more about specifically Heel Turn 2 in relation to Bdubs? you made the comparison and now i’m Thinking but some of the lines (I’m walking out of here in one piece, don’t care what comes after) don’t fully line up in my head and i’d love to hear your thoughts

it's certainly not perfect but I think that the heel turn 2 transition from "Be an upstanding well-loved man about town / In your child's mind that's how it goes down" to "Let all the trash rain down / From way up in the rafters" encapsulates a lot. it's also everything JD has ever fucking said about it, actually:

You think he can’t take another punch but he can, you think he’s going to fall but he’s not, there’s too much power in the hero, in the good guy. He’s gonna die in there and then suddenly he reaches down, inside his being, and says; 'I’m going to cheat: I’m going to do what's wrong, I’m going to change - for the worse!'"

Because you do care if people hate you. [Audience member: No!] Yes, you do and you’re always gonna. You can’t rid yourself of that because if you do rid yourself of that, then you’re a sociopath. Then you have major problems. So you have to live in the complex world. But in wrestling, we get to enjoy, vicariously, the sight of somebody going, 'I am going to embrace evil and get out of here alive and that’s the only thing that matters in my entire life at this moment, in front of all these people.’”

of course, bdubs' desperate desire to not die in here when he's the boogey killing tango and red trying to get back to etho are usually fatal, which is what moves him from heel to tragedy. if he'd stayed red he wouldn't have needed a boogey kill, but he was so worried about being boogey he didn't consider the long game; he also can't wait for a more opportune, less surrounded-by-reds moment in the end even though he pulled off two kills as boogey by playing slow and gaining trust and waiting.

throw my better self overboard, shoot at him when he comes up for air! come unhinged, get revenge, I don't wanna die in here. he doesn't want to, but he does. it's the shortsightedness of totally embracing the simple pleasures of evil in a desperate attempt to survive that's his downfall.

[vulqan]

the IMMEDIATE jester win from bdubs. the man is an Immaculate jester jesus fucking christ

IMPULSE & ETHO IMPOSTER ROUND nice to see Impulse didn't immediately panic lmao

Astro & Tango calling Etho the smartest person in the room is stroking MY ego lmao like YES THAT'S MY MAN

WHOOOOOO JUST SAID ETHUBS LIVE ON AIR‽