I Hear Its His Bday Today. How Old Is He Again? 4?

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.

Do you need any more reason?

Have YOU voted for Joe Hills today? Go vote HERE

Reasons to vote for Joe Hills today:

- He's got multiple personas - They're any/all pronouns - He's got a nonbinary fiance - Prescription green screen glasses frames????? - They need to fist fight Cleo next round - He's actually CAMPAIGNING for this (and so is Cleo) - They have basically an album of parody songs about them performed by their trans sister - I literally have never drawn mcyt fanart before and I never will again if he loses this round

trying to describe each of the limited life members in 5 words or less (Help me out here)

grian- obligated loyalty / loyalty from guilt jimmy- canary, doomed by the narrative (from @/goldenwitherphoenix13) joel- like a dog, fiercely loyal pearl- always watching, unhinged but loyal big b- always watching cleo- unhinged yet protective mother scar- even more unhinged favorite child bdubs- father's son with dubious loyalties etho- washed up absent father impulse- causes trouble, runs away squealing (from @/eluminium) tango- stubborn pragmatic survivor, surprisingly loyal (from @/eluminium) skizz- loves everyone around him always! (from @/eluminium) scott- charming escapee martyn- chaotic pun maker, lore master (from @/fleetstreetvicomte)

WE DID IT BOYS, GALS, AND NON-BINARY LADS!!!!!!

LESGOOOOOOO

MCYT SEXYMAN WINNER JOE HILLS

[ID: the sexyman bracket, showing that the final winner is Joe Hills]

boat boys illness is taking over me again

I think that zedaph and Jimmy would make an awesome duo because Zed is perpetually confusing and Jimmy is perpetually confused

Keralis. you agree. reblog

hate to say it but the key to having things solved by big company customer service is you just gotta stretch the truth with them. or straight up lie. actually. was on the phone for 3 hours because they sent something to the wrong address and spoke to 10 different departments trying to figure out if anyone could go fucking get it and they're like "uhhh but can you go get it" bitch I'm 8 hours away by car, I don't live in the house where you sent it.

took a moment to think, called back and was just like. Hi. My package was stolen off the porch!!! Saw the cunt steal it myself!! Anyway can you please send new things to this other address for free since that's your policy for stolen goods thank you~☆ ! and it was immediately solved.

carefully traversing through decked out 2 (tumblr) with a compass in hand (a renchanting post), trying to avoid the unavoidable clank (posting shit in martyn’s tag). i drop the compass (press post on tumblr), find the precious artefact (notes on the renchanting post), and try to make my way out alive. heartbeat racing, clank accumulating, hazards shutting down my path— and then BOOM a ravager jumpscare (martyn has reblogged your post). i am instantly killed and scurry back to the lobby (private discord server) like a scared animal

@juni-ravenhall (who doesn't own songsorrow) found a bug that if you get on songsorrow at the haunted trail you can actually control it and ride it like your horse, even if you don't own it. and put tack on it and all.

the best part: other players see you ride it as fucking well

so have fun getting a temporary free horse ig