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Alexander would like Odysseus, no one will make me think otherwise

look at my lawyer dawg i'm going to jail

soemeoensn TO RANT TOOOOK imma start dumping poems alr (life series themed)

martyn, lim life.

A crown of coral greets thee,

thine sin being of wrath

and gluttony

You swallow the seconds like a starved madman

and your sounds of glee only grow more wretched.

For living

for persevering

for having human spirit-

that is your crime

an unforgivable offence.

Your eyes are glossy with the past

Your hands marred with blood of the future-

which part of you stands in the present?

hehe!

Jimmmyyyy

You carry me down to the mine

to the caves and dark

lest the air snuff you out

But see- my wings aren't built to fold and never fly

My feathers are yellow like the sun i never see

and when I choke on cobwebs and dust

forgotten bones and rotten memories

you leave my body there,

a warning to those who come next

and a reminder of what once was.

But I were to leave

I'd soar through the air,

trade your life for mine.

My songs wouldn't stop,

and I wouldn't mind if your chest stopped while mine glinted in sunlight.

Yet the life of a canary is not so gifted-

as I will be caught again

and I will still say goodbye

to cloudless skies

as gaping dark swallows me whole

that's all I got for now :3

holy shit, I'm gen up speechless, I've always admired people who write poetry and this is genuinely amazing imo

thank you for sticking around!

please hold- my hand

the idea of isekai time loops is rlly good ive just decided

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Martyn jerks awake, scream caught in his throat. He wobbles terribly in his hammock, then falls to the floor, gasping for breath.

Somewhere to his left, someone barks a startled laugh. “Woah, man,” Skizz says, voice a little shaky from the scare. “You good?”

“Yeah,” Martyn breathes, then gulps in air. “Yeah,” he repeats, steadier this time. “Sorry, dude. Nightmare, I guess.”

“Oh- I woulda’ woken you up if I’d known you were having a nightmare. You seemed like you needed the rest, so I figured I’d let you sleep in.” Skizz rubs at the back of his neck. “We’re late right now, actually.”

Martyn blinks. “For what?”

“The engagement party!” Skizz says. “For Prince Bdubs and his Majesty! Etho came in earlier to grab us, but I stayed back.”

“For me.”

“For you!” Skizz grins, and Martyn raises a brow. “No, really! I wasn’t slacking, I mean it!” A beat. “…It doesn’t matter. Let’s go get ready.”

-

Suiting up in armour is second nature enough that Martyn doesn’t really have to think about it. Thank whatever deities are up there for that, because Martyn needs to think.

Because, well, he’s back to the beginning of the game again, apparently. And it means all his work has failed.

On the other hand, it’s good that he’s back, because his last memory before an option box appeared before his eyes was Ren’s dead body in his arms.

His fingers freeze on a buckle at the thought.

Can he go through it again? Can he get Ren to love him again? Can he do that?

The idea is terrifying. That Ren might not even allow him to approach, and he’ll learn that Ren has died again and he won’t be able to do anything about it and-

“Suited up, dude?”

Martyn blinks. Turns to look at Skizz.

“Oh. Yeah! Yeah, lead the way.”

Skizz gives him a strange look, but starts out the door anyway. “Come on, man, let’s find Etho.”

-

Martyn didn’t manage to work up the nerve to speak to Cleo- not after what she’d done to take the Prince’s hand. He barely restrained himself from cussing her out, or crying.

He finished talking to her and then left as quickly as he could. He managed to bump into Scar again, and he was fine- cordial.

The moment he leaves the ballroom is a moment of relief.

And then he speaks:

“Knight? Have you seen the Prince?”

Ren.

“No,” Martyn says, voice shaky. “No, apologies, Mi’lord.”

And what a strange way to speak to him, after months of him being Ren, and familiar, and- and his.

“Ah… He’s later than I thought he would be,” Ren muses. “I suppose I still can’t go into the ballroom like this.”

“Or,” Martyn says before he can stop himself. “You don’t have to go into the ballroom at all.”

Too blunt, Martyn thinks. Too much- he doesn’t know you.

“Excuse me?” Ren asks, ears flicking up in surprise.

No where to go except forward, Martyn decides.

“The prince doesn’t… love you. He has half a dozen other suitors, and it’s going to break you to try to keep him.”

“I’m not- what are you implying?”

“I’m not implying anything, mi’lord,” Martyn says, steadying himself and staring Ren right in the eyes. “I’m saying exactly what I mean. You won’t like how it goes, to keep trying to chase after him if he tries to leave you.”

“Is that a threat?”

Ren’s jaw is clenched. His hands are hidden under his cloak. He’s ready to fight.

Martyn forces himself to relax. “No,” he says, soft. “Not a threat. It’s… a warning, I guess. I’ve seen how he acts. I’ve seen how- how you act. And I really do wish for you to be happy. And I don’t think he can do that for you.”

I think I can, rests under his tongue.

Martyn is slow as he holds his hand out. Ren doesn’t seem to even notice, as he places his own hand on top.

“I recognize that this is overstepping my station but… Whatever you choose, I would be willing to stand behind you. This was my advice, but if you continue to go after him, I could- I would help you. I pledge to keep you safe.”

As safe as I can.

Ren, dead in his arms. A box that asks him if he wants to start over. Waking up at the start of it, again.

It’s habitual - he’s done this to Ren, all the time, so it’s easy. He presses his lips to the back of Ren’s hand, then pulls back. “Thank you for the audience, Ren.”

Martyn turns and opens the door back to the ballroom and leaves.

(He doesn’t realize his slip up until ten minutes later, and hopes he hasn’t fucked his chance up terribly by being too familiar with the king.)

-

Ren sucks in a slow breath, cheeks red and warm in the darkness of the halls.

He feels like he’s burning.

He thinks he could get used to it.

The kiss is hot on the back of his gloved hand, and he rubs a thumb over it, tail wagging slowly behind him.

He didn’t trust it, at first. He doesn’t know if he should, even now.

But he does. Someone who knew his name, who used his name, who cared enough to press a kiss to his hand, when everyone else would avoid touching him like he was death.

Ren considers the knight’s words.

He could have been trying to flirt himself into royalty.

… Ren isn’t sure he would stop him if he kept trying.

(How could he not fall in love with him, every single time?)

IM GOING TO LOSE MY FUCKIJG MIND HELLO?????????????

THIS IS SO COOL. THIS IS SO SO SO COOL. OHH YOU UNDERSTOOD TJE ASSIGNMENT PERFECTLY FANTASTIC PERCECT MARKS EXTRA CREDIT

ohh there’s so many fun details in this. “i don’t think he can do that for you” (i think i can) is going to make me insane. i feel insane. that last line is going to make me cry actually. ohhh man. oh this is lovely. i absolutely adore this. i am reeling also thank you so much for writing this and sending it to me

Crossover between To Be Hero X and ORV

So Joel's car, beating all other celestial beings and other representations has become the defining symbol of his victory by outbeating the other depictions that include Jupiter (black hole too) from celestial beings and charriot from tarot cards (I'm not sure). Compared to all the other symbols of previous winners, Joel's theme is outlandish against all the other astral bodies.

But besides this contradictory stylisation, Joel's symbol does fit his and the cast of the Life Series' rebellion against the higher beings or the Watchers. With Wild Life being more passive compared to seasons like Limited Life or Last Life, the main objective could be boiled down to surviving against the enviornment/nature compared to surviving against players. With these wildcards that proved to be deadly even when peaceful, the players objectives were mainly on surviving together then compared to antagonizing each other until around the last sessions where PvP was mandatory to win. This would've angered the Watchers with the disruption of their eight week-long feast. So the symbol could be a lasting effect of a Fuck-you to the Watchers by playing unprecedentedly but still winning.

But another instance of definace is earlier in the Life Series where death and betrayal was rampant in Last Life yet Scott still remained loyal and disregarded the laws of the Boogeyman. And yet even as the Watchers tried to punish him, he still won fairly gaining him the representation of not just a singular star, but whole star systems. Him being an embodiment of the possibility of the players to rebel against the system that brought them there. Him being the person that planted the seeds of rebellion that sprouted into Joel with depictions of his car in multiple fanarts (I can't find rip) of essentially crashing the Watchers and leaving them in disarray.

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pt 37 thrs and hdcnns im back

my first wondertrade in oras and i got a machamp incredible