When Impulse kills Bdubs, it almost feels... Anticlimactic.
There's hardly any fanfare. An arrow to the shoulder, another slicing open his cheek. Blood drips down in thin rivers, Bdubs' expression twisted in pain as Impulse knocks another arrow back-
"Should we call a truce?" Impulse asks, a wide grin stretching across his lips. Bdubs scowls at him. Impulse almost laughs. "Bdubs, truce?"
(A faint memory, "Day one team-!")
A wordless shout rips itself from Bdubs' throat. An arrow grazes Impulse's arm, a stinging pain blooming from the cut. Impulse scoffs.
There's a flash of sharp teeth, "That's not a truce," He says, his bow drawn tight.
"Bye!"
The arrow flies through the air, a swift cut as Impulse's bowstring snaps back into place-
Blood spurts from Bdubs' neck. He collapses onto the floor, coughing up crimson as it stains his clothes, smearing red across his skin. Impulse puts down his bow.
He steps forward. Once, then twice, until he's only a foot away.
Impulse watches the light fade from Bdubs' eyes. They go from bright and wide to glassy and dull, his arms giving away from underneath him, a hand draped over the edge.
Impulse stares down at him, his previous grin wiped clean.
Adrenaline still courses through his veins, hot like magma that pounds with the beating of his heart.
Bdubs goes still. Then, his body tips over, sending him tumbling right over the edge.
He disappears in a puff of smoke. The blood on the stone remains.
It feels like nothing. It feels like everything.
Impulse breathes in, breathes out.
That was easier than he imagined it'd be.
(And far less bloody, his mind supplies. Less pleading, no tears shed.)
It's weird, Impulse thinks, his gaze caught on where Bdubs fell. The sky is a bright blue, whisps of clouds framing the view. Why did he...
Impulse frowns, shaking the thoughts from his head. His wings itch.
"We're done, aren't we?" Impulse asks, his voice lost in the vast blue. The wind whispers in his ears. "We're done."
He turns back around. It's not safe to stand still for too long.
Impulse turns his attention back to his team, to the game, and to his plans. He breathes in, slow and steady, like he didn't just watch his ex-soulmate die.
(Like he didn't want to catch him when he fell. Not even for a second.)
Impulse grits his teeth.
No, definitely not.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP
Imagine a scenario where Jimmy is in Red and also a boogie and Skizz has exact 2 hours to live.
Imagine Jimmy managing to corner Skizz alone. Skizz try to talk to him but Jim heard nothing. Only voices that he heard is whispers of mockery to be the first one to go.
Imagine Jimmy rembering how things all started of him being the canary and remembering Skizz cause of his first permadeath and curse him to the path of being the canary.
Imagine telling him that to Skizz where he realize that his doom. He tried to call for help in chat while trying deflect every barage of attack from Jimmy.
Only for him to fall from his death. Jimmy gain another hour to live and the whole server gasp in shock. Jimmy isn't out first. It's Skizz.
Something. Something breaks inside Jimmy. The curse is broken. The whispering gone silent. The Watchers seems satisfied with the outcome. Jimmy just celebrates and the atmosphere in the server shifts.
Soon Tango and Impulse arrive with mix of confusion and also horror. Skizz gone and Jimmy lives longer. If he attacks, would they survive especially Tango, former soulmate and also a man who still in yellow who said PVP isn't his specialty?
Everyone in this server now knows Jimmy is a threat and isn't playing anymore. The canary stop singing for anyone.
yoo, hope you're doing alright today! could i get some polish-lithuanian commonwealth quotes?
PLC: Russia, this morning, I called you abhorrent and reprehensible, and I’d like to withdraw that statement.
Russian Empire: Aww, thanks —
PLC: But I can't. Those are the two words that best describe you.
Prussia: I wish I could help you, but I shorn’t.
PLC: Prussia, please!
Prussia: What part of shorn’t don’t you understand?
Austrian Empire: Where are you going?
PLC: To either get ice cream or commit a felony. I'll decide on the way.
I adore this
we say Ishimondo is just a ship that fans have extrapolated from homoeroticism, but like... didn't Yasuhiro literally call Hifumi and Kiyondo "rivals in love" for Alter Ego? who disguised itself as Mondo for Kiyotaka, which basically confirms in canon that Kiyotaka is in love with Mondo? like people always say that Ishimondo is "basically canon" in that sense of "they're clearly in love but not confirmed" but It's Literally Right There.
HOLY SHIT OF A MOTHERFUCKER
these are mostly gathered from AO3, but some I came up with. If anybody wants me to add anything, feel free to make a comment or dm me. honestly, this is mostly for my own benefit lol
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I'd literally kill for countryhumans/Hetalia friends.
The difference between purple pandas love of impulse and impulse being Petty 💜
kickhimkickhimkickhim
thanks @im-literally-just-sitting-here for the idea
Yes yes yes! Will totally be showing up to this!!
Translation: Air Star Pride is welcoming you to a spooky pride parade!
October 27th at 8 pm Swedish time.
At the gate to Galloper's keep close to Moorland.
❤🧡💛💚💙💜
Thought I might as well post this here in case anyone on ssoblr got access to swedish server Air Star?
If you want to participate and join Air Star Pride's very own discord server, feel free to DM me.
•~*i literally use every pronouns known to man but i prefer she/they!*~••~*the 3rd Life brainrot is REAL*~• •~*don’t be scared to send me an ask*~••~*the banner is my wonderful misspelling of Skizz*~•
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