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condensedenderman · 1 year
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joel is a Mad Boy because his bird besties won’t STOP SMOTHERING HIM and leaving their feathers EVERYWHERE
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hermitpermits · 1 year
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Limited Life is a comedy series.
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silverskye13 · 7 months
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On Pane of Death
My piece for the latest issue of @trafficzine ! I got Joel's death on Martyn's glass panes.
This was a lot of fun to work on, and I love how the waterfall-y effects turned out 💜
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Where's that poll from the beginning of Limited Life where someone asked who we thought would be the wettest cat by the end of the season? I'm pretty sure Skizz won but we were all so so very wrong because I don't think Etho was even an option.
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squipedmew · 1 year
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Canary down!!
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kratergate · 1 year
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in which i make the hunt for tango more dramatic and badass than it actually was
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shepscapades · 1 year
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He could not have said anything worse, actually.
Don’t touch me i might explode
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Joel from nearly any other Life series wouldn’t have hesitated to kill anyone if it got him just that much more time in the game. Joel in 3rd Life had no allegiances to anyone and frequently betrayed anyone’s trust on a whim. Last Life Joel was the same, he continued in a lone wolf fashion and left a trail of carnage behind him. He had Etho bound to him in Double Life, and they lived and died by chaos. But here in Limited Life, Joel found a pack. People he trusted wholeheartedly no matter what, people he didn’t want to lose, people he wanted to trust him. 
Joel wanted to give his time up to Jimmy despite being so low himself, gave up a kill to try and help him live that much longer, and he ran out of time. Joel killed Grian for time only after being ordered to, only after it became clear he wasn’t going to be able to kill Scar. He refused to kill Grian again, even when he had minutes left and no hope to get time from anyone else. 
This is Joel loyal. Dedicated to the end, willing to give up anything for his pack if only given the chance. He will still leave a trail of carnage behind him but he doesn’t walk it alone. 
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zedif-y · 1 year
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Joel wakes up screaming.
His first thought, honestly, isn’t very coherent. A mishmash of need more time and a throat-tearing scream escaping him as he opens his eyes to–
His scream dies down. Joel looks around– at least, he thinks he’s looking around. Hard to tell when it’s all pitch black and he can’t see a thing, is he sure his eyes are working–?
Joel brings a hand to his face, “Did I go blind– What the heck!”
His voice comes out shrill, a hair away from a shriek (because no, it wasn’t a shriek, it was all manly and stuff, thank you.) as his hand kind of– it kinda–
He knows where his head is. Obviously. Be a bit weird if he didn’t. He knows where his head is, and he knows where his hand is. Both are important. So when he reached towards his head, right, gotta see if there’s a cloth over his eyes, or if he’s gone blind or whatever stupid thing must’ve happened to him after… After he…
His thoughts go fuzzy for a second, like that feeling you get when you think you’ve forgotten something but can’t remember what. Like knowing the shape of something you’ve lost, its absence so pressing that it chokes you like sand, clogging your lungs with each second it's gone but what the heck is it–?!
Where was he, again?
Oh. Right. He was freaking out.
The point is– because there was a point, right before things got all weird there– his hand went through his head.
It… He doesn’t even know how to explain it. It felt like… Not much, really. Didn’t feel like anything. But that’s the issue with it, the issue of something should be there, like skin and muscle and bone and perhaps even a brain. But instead, Joel put his hand where his face should be and he felt nothing, no matter how hard he tried, how far he reached and pushed and–
Joel wants to scream. Or laugh. Or cry. Either of the three, though preferably not that last one.
It’s so weird. He just wants…
There it is again. That feeling. The clawing, desperate something in his chest that twists and writhes–
“Hey, Joel.”
Joel screams. (First option, then.)
Jimmy just stares at him, unimpressed. His sunglasses are blocking his eyes.
For some reason, it makes Joel want to cry.
Jimmy sighs, “Are you done?” Joel gapes at him.
Are you serious, “Am I d– What the heck, Jimmy?” He snaps, “Don’t sneak up on me like that, I’m not bloody Grian–”
Since when did Jimmy get so quiet, anyway?
“Of course you’re not Grian,” Jimmy says, his voice all weird. Off. “It’d be easier if you were. He’s already moved on.”
Joel’s hackles rise, “What d’you mean it’d be easier?” He snarls, like snapping teeth. “And he hasn’t moved on, he’s just–”
“Looking for new friends?” Jimmy deadpans. Joel’s jaw clicks shut. “ ‘s what I thought.”
Oh, Joel wants to punch him in the–
Wait a second.
It comes back to him then, slamming into him like a wave. The bubbling, helpless laughter in his chest as he leaps and runs across a flimsy dirt bridge. The way he knows he’s fallen before, fallen a million different times and came out both dead and alive but he doesn’t care.
("–you can't keep doing this–")
He doesn’t (didn’t) care, because why should he, he’s got– he’s got water. He’s got water, like everyone else on this blumin’ server, he’ll live, surely, so there’s no need to be scared.
("–got to let go, eventually, right–?")
No need to worry, even as yellow feathers plummet and disappear from view and lightning strikes where Jimmy’s voice cut off–
“Joel!” Jimmy shouts, practically right in his face. “Joel, are you even listening–?”
This, Joel decides, is not Jimmy.
It's got the shape of Jimmy, sure. Right hair and face and everything. Right voice, right bloody curve of his eyebrows, which makes Joel laugh, because it isn't him.
It can't be. It can't be, because Jimmy's dead. Jimmy's gone, he ran out of time because he fell like an idiot so no, this can't be him, there's no way.
On all levels except physical, Joel can't seem to breathe.
There's no way this is Jimmy, he thinks, just the right amount of hysterical. It's just not possible.
Because if this is him, (and that's a big, gigantic if) then that means– That means wherever he went, Joel followed. Joel followed, and now they're in the Void, or Limbo, or whatever the heck it's called, and that means that Joel–
Joel failed Grian, too.
"You're not Jimmy," He says at last, with his not-there tongue and not-there face. His voice sounds distant. "He'd be like, crying. Screamin' about dying first again, going oh my gosh!" Joel tells Not-Jimmy, pitching his voice up and then laughs, laughs, and laughs.
Until he can't breathe. Until it hurts to.
Until it's not much of a laugh at all.
Light shines on Not-Jimmy's sunglasses. He's still the only thing Joel can see.
Joel reaches out, pretending to see two, shaking hands grab Jimmy by the shoulders. He pretends, thinks about it hard enough that he almost feels the texture of Jimmy's denim under his palms. He thinks, imagines, pretends, whatever, that the fabric crinkles under his touch, that the sob that makes his way past his lips is a laugh as he says, "I'm sorry."
Something wet trickles down his not-there face.
" 'm sorry, Jim," Joel rasps out, and it hurts. "You weren't supposed to– I had a surprise for you, you know?"
Jimmy's voice is quiet, "What kind of surprise?" He asks, and Joel…
Joel thinks he might be falling apart.
(Or maybe, his mind supplies, he shattered a long while ago. Like glass hitting the floor.)
He grins, or at least, he tries to. "I was gonna break your curse," He confesses, with his terrible, trembling mouth. "I was gonna sacrifice myself for you, be all heroic and everything."
Jimmy says nothing. Joel still can't see his eyes.
"I'm sorry."
He's getting tired of pretending.
"Will you come with me now?" Jimmy– Not-Jimmy says, his voice ringing like the toll of a bell. "You've said your piece, not many are afforded that luxury."
Joel blinks. Death stands before him, no sunglasses to cover empty sockets.
For a moment, Joel considers fighting. Again, and again, and again.
But he is so, very tired.
He sighs.
I don't feel very lucky, Joel wants to say. And you still aren't Jimmy. 
"Whatever," He says instead. He feels his entire being slip away like sand, like time held tightly between two fists. "Take me away, or whatever it is you do."
Joel closes his eyes, "I'll tell him when I see him."
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ethosiab · 4 months
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Them being insane pls (((:
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etho deserves to be unhinged more. he's too nice in the life series
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van-iira · 1 year
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Limited Life Finale spoilers
Martyn who remembers what happened in 3rd Life.
Martyn who watched what Impulse and Scott were trying to set up and remembered Bdubs and Scar and Grian.
Martyn who remembers the pain of betrayal as only two were left standing.
Martyn who remembers green and yellow and red red red as the pain of grief wafted through the air as Grian and Scar fought.
Martyn who remembers watching Grian throw himself off the edge of the cliff to escape the pain the loneliness the grief of what he'd done being drawn out so so long–
Martyn who pierces his partner in the back (and doesn't see the smile of pride on Scott's face) and chases Impulse down to just get it over with.
And when Martyn blinks himself awake, it is him who is pulled into a bone crushing hug as he hears the tinkling laughter of Scott, cheering for his success.
It is Martyn who glances around and sees Pearl smiling at him, congratulating him on his win and jokingly lamenting that it was him of all people who won.
It is Martyn who looks higher and sees Grian, something like sadness in his eyes, like sympathy, but with a congratulations of his own and a sweeping gesture to the world around them.
To the other players.
To the Listeners, who Martyn isn't sure Grian can truly see.
To the Watchers, who Martyn himself can barely perceive.
Martyn, who has won the fourth game.
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pixellilac · 1 year
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The Betrayal ❤️‍🔥
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calechipconecrimes · 7 months
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I propose a new, disambiguous name for the YouTube series started by grian involving three lives in green-yellow-red order:
Traffic-Life SMP
it combines the two most common terms for the series (those being "traffic (light) smp" and "life smp") into a name that is easy to say and describes the series well.
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weatheredcopper · 1 year
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i still can't get over them using this skin for limlife it's SO impractical and i love it
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coldstormyday · 1 year
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Team TIES are uniquely terrifying because together they form into (1) dangerous redstone-proficient monster when provoked.
1. Impulse has the tendency to hold petty grudges and the sweet, friendly disposition to hide it,
2. Skizz has the determination, leadership and the ability to apply cohesive teamwork,
3. Tango has his patented unrelenting rage and an affinity with boom-booms,
4. and Etho has a massive-eyed son he needs to keep entertained until his ex-wife comes back from endless Jazzercise.
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kratergate · 1 year
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THE team of all time<3 now with less bdubs!
(Close ups under the cut!)
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