They Have A Special Bond One Could Even Say.

I'd literally kill for countryhumans/Hetalia friends.

she gives you a wooden sword and says she wants your head, what do you do?

yeah that famous old phrase we’ve all heard it

yes

Put Martyn inthelittlewood in everything, for extra flavor

Simple question hermitblr.

WHY IS XB A FISH

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.

Doc and Grian’s dynamic is that Grian is Doc’s greatest nemesis, but Doc is not Grian’s nemesis.

Do you get me?

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this screenshot is so fucking funny