[Day 302]
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.
DAY 300 SPECIAL TWO DAYS LATE!! and I thought I can make this into a DTIYS for the special too so rules below :D
RULES:
You have two choices for the coloring!
Keep the pose/general composition and color it however u want OR
Keep OR change the composition and just keep the general motifs BUT keep the colors muted/grayscaleish/color paletted as a fun challenge >:D
More general rules:
Feel free to use ur own designs
NO TIME LIMIT!!! I totally didn't forget to say this
Keep the same characters ofc
No AI/ tracing and all that, you know the drill
Vaguely keep the night and dancing themes but feel free to play around with it!
Use # Isjasz Darkless DTIYS and @ me :D
Last thing, not a rule but pspsppsp if u stare at the stars long enough you might find something :3
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If I were to write a murder mystery AU for the Life Series- the classic "there's a serial killer on the loose, we need to find out who before more people die"- then I think that uncontested, the best person to be the serial killer would be Scott Smajor.
I mean, A) He's KNOWN for being loyal and trustworthy so it's the perfect fake out. If even one of his allies were dead everyone would automatically write him off as innocent all he'd have to say is "Well I never murder my allies."
And B), His strat in the Life Series, the thing that makes him successful is being very nice and polite but also good at murder. That's a classic serial killer pattern. They're super nice and well-mannered so people flat out ignore them being suspicious. This happens to Scott IN THE LIFE SERIES. He'll be standing in a group of mostly reds that is NOT his alliance as a yellow, and they'll be like "hm who should we kill next" and just forget he's there.
And as a bonus, C), You can write Joel accusing him of being the killer for personal reasons and everyone brushes it off, but no, Joel's right, it was Scott IDIOTS-
Anyway, if any of you wanna write a Life Series murder mystery make Scott the killer it's a good idea, Lolli_Popples approved.
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something that i keep coming back to is the idea of what would've happened if impulse or bdubs ate that golden apple in double life.
would it have unsynced their hearts? would it have unravelled their soulbind?
would one of them have survived?
maybe the realistic answer is that they both die anyway. maybe things stay the same and they end up bleeding in the snow as pearl trudges out of the fight alive. maybe it wouldn't have made much of a difference at all.
but what if. what if.
what if they were the only ones left? what if the apple made all the difference?
...i like to think they would've gone home.
home is a bit of an overstatement at that point, what little is left of it just barely standing, their items destroyed. there is no more bed to sleep in, no dinner table nor warm food.
but.
(impulse looks up, squints.)
there is still the roof.
(he nudges bdubs with a grin. bdubs grins back.)
so they make do.
(they're damn good at that, if nothing else.)
i think that it's late in the afternoon when they settle on the roof of their old home, limbs aching from the battle and dried blood on their clothes.
i think that they put together a makeshift bed, barely big enough for two.
i think that the sky begins to grow dark as they patch each other up, scraps of bandages tied lovingly around shared wounds.
i think that the world slows, turning into shades of pinks, oranges, and purples.
i think that they sit side by side.
bdubs sighs, his head on impulse's shoulder.
"what a day, huh?"
impulse huffs a laugh, "you can say that again."
his hair's a mess, ruffled like all the mornings before, the ends singed from lava and explosions. his lip is split, the sting echoed. the colors of the sky sit reflected in dark eyes. dried blood stains his cheek.
bdubs lets his gaze linger, drinking in the sight.
in the still quiet of the world, bdubs looks at his husband and thinks him beautiful.
then, impulse turns to him, a teasing smile on his lips.
"are you just going to sit there and stare at me?" he asks. "there is an entire sunset in front of us, you know."
"maybe i'd just rather look at you," bdubs replies, easy as breathing. impulse laughs, but his cheeks are pink, warm under bdubs' kiss.
i think that they sit there until the moon rises, laughing and bickering until the stars light up the night.
the question, then, is what happens next?
perhaps there is a lifetime more painful than this one. perhaps it is multiple. perhaps this universe holds no room for kindness towards its victors.
but pretend with me, for a moment, and imagine a world where the universe says sleep.
you may rest now, it whispers, soft as the wind as they close their eyes. you have earned it. you have done well.
under the stars, side by side, two heartbeats start to slow.
until they finally, finally stop.
(here, they are the first to win happy.)
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