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lemon-bread-slice · 4 hours

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the beautiful juxtaposition of boat boys & swedishbeans, a short essay

Etho? Etho had spent weeks (in in-game time even) literally linked to this man by his very code, lives inextricably intertwined in a way that unequivocally surpasses any allyship future or previous. Etho had to trust this man with his life, and was trusted with Joels in turn, even as they ran headfirst into battle. Etho spent days and nights bound by his soul to this man, at first by pure chance, but slowly, surely, they flourished into true Soulmates, not simply 2 rolls of the Watchers' die. Etho has felt this man's pain through his own skin, seen a much deeper pain in his eyes, up close, first hand. Seen him laugh, cry, shout, scream, fight, survive. Learned his likes, dislikes, habits, hopes and dreams and greatest fears in the dead of night, when they both couldn't sleep from paranoia, their linked lives under constant threat. Etho died in tandem with this man, over and over, only to be eventually brought back on completely opposite sides the next server around, only able to watch him from afar. They have an understanding of one another that can only be obtained from spending multiple lifetimes at each other's side.

Iskall rocks up, calls this man 'Yoel', and in that moment decides to be gay gay homosexual gay [gay gay homosexual gay] about it thereafter. Everyone clapped.

LIKE COME ON?!?!

#hermitshipping #trafficshipping #hermitcraft #life series #hermitblr #traffic life #trafficblr #smalletho #boat boys #swedishbeans #iskall85 #joel smallishbeans #so based of him to be honest #i aspire to have his gumption #lemon ramble

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pine-coyote · 3 days

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traffic smp wof au:

(Watcher/listeners are animus dragons, though powers are limited inside death games)

(Nightwing powers are also lessened to even the playing field)

Cleo - leafwing

Scar - mudwing

Grian - skywing (animus)

Pearl - nightwing (mind reader + future sight)

Ren - mudwing

Martyn - sandwing (animus)

Etho - icewing

Bdubs - rainwing

Tango - sky/sand hybrid

Joel - leaf/silk hybrid (flamesilk)

Lizzie - seawing

Jimmy - silkwing

Skizz - mud/sky hybrid

BigB - night/mud hybrid (mind reader)

Impulse - sand/mud

Gem - seawing

Scott - sea/silk hybrid

Mumbo - night/sky hybrid

#trafficblr #life series #traffic life #traffic smp #wings of fire #wof #trafficwof

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leylila · 3 days

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All the Scarian fanart on my dash has got me wanting to write a fic.

Something something Grian knows about resurrection but no one else does. He loved Scar in Third Life, doesn't want to watch him suffer again in Double Life, and distances himself in Limited. But in Secret Life he finds a way to guide him in victory.

Something something I don't know much about watchers but Grian is probably one in this fic

Something something doomed love but I'd love you in any life

"I love you, it's ruining my life" -> "I love you, it's ruining our lives"

#scarian #life series fanfic #trafficblr #trafficshipping #grian #goodtimeswithscar #traffic smp #traffic series #desert duo #traffic life #life series

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ivys-garden · 3 days

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Allies and Enemies by The Crane Wives fits so well as a 3Gs song

Or a Pearl and Gem song for Secret Life

Or maybe just a 4Gs song overall

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phoenix-sayz-thingz · 3 days

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i have a question

...life series/hermitcraft percy jackson au anyone???

(ive already made it now i just need to knoW) 😈

#hermitcraft #hermitblr #traffic life #trafficblr #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #pjo series #alternate universe #possibility???

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featheredenby · 3 days

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The Life Games: Part Two

Soon after the reaping of the tributes the parrot avian known as Grian Helios and the other tribute of unknown origin known as Scar Goodtimes are swiftly brought to the train that they will journey to the capital in by a group of peacekeepers. Inside of the train there are already two people, Lizzie Shadowlady (the District 12 escort) and Joel Smaller (the District 12 mentor), who are sitting at a mahogany table in the center of the dining car.

Despite being greeted Grian immediately heads to his room on the train and sulks, because yes it was a rash choice to randomly volunteer as tribute for his cousin but really no one will care once the blood starts flowing. It was really only a matter of time anyways as he’d always been rebellious against the government. The capital doesn’t really enjoy it when people sneak into the woods to hunt rabbits and go fishing. What’s the point anyway, he knows that his family will miss him but Pearl knows how to gather herbs and fruits which she can sell in the hob and her and Timmy have the chickens which they can sell eggs from. In spite of this they still need him so he has to get back home, for them.

At the other side of the dining car is Scar’s room in which he is writing a note to his Mom and Brother and his cat. Why is the cat in the letter though, the cat can’t read but that’s not important because it’s the thought that counts. He on the opposite end of the spectrum has high hopes for the games believing that he can at least make the top five contestants however ever if he wins he’ll lose something greatly important to him. His thoughts turn to the other tribute, he’s only spoken to Grian one time before this and it was a while ago, in fact he would be surprised if Grian even remembered. It was shortly after a mining accident and Grian had been outside of Scar’s house trying to sell tattered feather pillows and Scar had seen him fail to convince his mother that they were for a good price. So when no one was looking Scar had slipped Grian a too big red sweater and some bread, when you think about it those things weren’t that much but Scar had noticed that Grian was wearing that sweater during the reaping.

In the dining car Lizzie, a young fae who has an extra set of arms and fin like wings, has engaged in conversation with Joel, who appears to be a fae with green antennae and glassy wings, anyone playing enough attention would know that they are discussing what the strategy should be with the new tributes. As Grian and Scar come out of their rooms for dinner Joel makes the remark of, “I just don’t see the point in mentoring them if they die just like everyone else.” and is startled to hear the response “ Well did you hear that Grian? This guy thinks that we’re weak.” At this Lizzie starts to laugh much to Joel’s dismay. Remarks like this continue to be thrown around as the four of them eat which royally pisses of a certain avian, who happens to be sitting across from Joel and happens to have a knife. With in an instant the cheerful joking tone is thrown out the window and is replaced by one of dead seriousness, “Look,” says Grian as he stabs the knife into the table a millimeter away from Joel’s fingers, “We don’t like you and you don’t like us. That’s fine but it’s your job to try and keep us alive so start acting like it.”

#the life series #life series #traffic life #trafficblr #grian #goodtimeswithscar #smallishbeans #ldshadowlady #the life games #fanfic #desert duo #writing

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aulerean · 4 months

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broke: my art is sketchy and unkempt

woke: my art is cressidacowellcore

#pearlescentmoon fanart #pearlescentmoon #trafficblr #my art #artists on tumblr #art #digital art #illustration #artistsontumblr #artist #secret life smp #scarlet pearl #red pearl #traffic smp #traffic life #traffic series #illustrators on tumblr #mcytblr #mcyt

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ohnonotthehorrors · 6 months

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Can I... talk about the theory that winners help craft the next game?

Because, and I really can not say this enough, it puts So Much into perspective.

Everything starts out Normal. Three lives, simple, cut and dry, there hasn't been a winner yet. No one to help craft the game. (And there's something to be said about how simple it really was. Not even a real expectation of the world becoming pvp or combative. No idea of the war to come)

Then Grian wins. The green killer, the man who vowed his first life to the one whose life he took. The next game the boogie man is born. A mechanic that allows and, in fact, demands, a green kill. People can trade lives back and forth, currency and debt wrapped up in one. (can we still be friends? Said the red partner. A life time later and reds are hostile, alone. Maybe it's an answer: No. Not anymore)

Scott wins this time. He refuses to play the game. He will not kill his team, he will love and he will do so fiercely and with all of himself. The next game people are attached through to their very souls. Every bit of damage to one soul is done to its twin. There is no boogeyman. (There is no way for a widow to be left without their love)

Pearl wins and she wins a blood bath. Spent the game draped in red, only wolves for company. Sitting in her tower, shivering in ice, maybe she wanted it to end. To see where it would. Limited life rewards you for killing, limited life has a clock tick tick ticking down, you always no how long you have. A curse yes, but a blessing too.

Now It's Martyn's turn.

And what a turn it is.

Keep your secrets, says the disloyal man, keep them well. Everything hurts, everything Matters, says the man fracturing with every loss. (What if we could love each other without hurting? Says The Hand, who never wanted to be coated in blood)

More importantly, Martyn has always seen the watchers below the surface. Now, they're right here in front of him. Something that could almost... be rebelled against, no? Something that someone else could finally point to and say: hey, hey isn't that familiar?