So Now Lorewise, Are We Just Saying That Cleo Was So Mad About Her Ex-husband Murdering Their Kids Last

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So I’m rewatching ghosts of Christmas past and I remember how much I love Scott. I wish we’d gotten more of him.

I know ok look at him. Look at this boy. They never wrote him out of the show but man did they write him into it. His rocky start with Tom that weaves into an unlikely love. His tragic whirlwind romance in The Straw Woman. He saves Cully from her friends. He steals Joyce’s heart by having no taste buds. Tough upbringing. Anger issues. Hates the country. Big mouth. Soft heart. John Hopkins’ performance. John Hopkins’ performance. The ridiculous swagger. The dry wit. The flirting. The loneliness. Those long legs and their stupid strut and that stupid pretty face and Christmas at the Barnabys’ and choosing to stay in Midsomer, choosing to stay cause that’s his home now, of all places, and maybe he’s never had one and

“Do you have a clock yet?” Impulse asked.

It was a warm day, the bright sunlight sweetened by the gentle breeze off the sea. Everything was new, the next chapter in the life series, and yet, some things stayed the same.

Bdubs searched his inventory. “I don’t, actually, no!”

Tango made some joke about not being able to sleep away the night here, and under that cover of laughter and jokes, Impulse stole down to the rudimentary hole he, Tango, Skizz, and Etho were calling home. Perhaps it was a little silly, to use resources so frivolously like this, but Impulse didn’t care.

Every time Impulse made a clock, he was always surprised how easy the recipe really was. Some redstone, a bit of gold. It felt almost juvenile that such a simple thing held so much weight and history within it.

When the clock was finished, Impulse flipped open the lid and picked up a small knife someone had left around- probably Etho- and began scratching letters into the golden surface.

“Well, I better be off, I’m sure Scar and Cleo are missing me.” Impulse heard Bdubs say from above. He snapped the clock closed, panicked, and raced back up to the surface.

“Wait, Bdubs!” He thrust the clock into Bdubs’ hands. “For you. For old times sake, huh? And maybe a bit of a bribe to not target me.” Impulse laughed, and Bdubs smiled down at the clock.

“Oh, thank you, Impulse!” Bdubs replied, putting it in his off-hand. “For old time’s sake.”

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“Listen, Bdubs, I have something for you.” Cleo said. It was, if Cleo had to guess, the last day the Clockers would be alive. They were all rushing around, gathering materials and weapons. “You don’t happen to have a clock, do you?”

“Uhh…” Bdubs dug in his pockets for a moment. “I do! Impulse gave it to me way back on the first day!”

“Of course he did.” Cleo muttered, rolling her eyes slightly. “Listen, we can give you a better one. Give it to me.”

Bdubs handed it over, and Cleo went down to their family anvil, ignoring Scar’s babbling.

It was a standard clock, she saw as she looked down at it properly, with a golden lid with a window to the top half of the clock- if you were in a rush, the top was all you needed to tell the time. Cleo took out her tools, and popped the lid, intending to carve something into the back side of the clock lid. It clicked open, revealing the simple sun and moon that told the time, and the scratchings that were already cut into the back of the lid.

For my soulmate -i

“Oh, Impulse.” Cleo murmured softly. She ran her thumb across the letters, tracing each one like she knew Impulse would have wanted someone else to do.

It was so painfully Impulse. Despite some mistakes in his past, he was sweet and kind and loving. And a bit of a bastard, but that was besides the point- weren’t they all. The clock was a given- of course it had been Impulse to give Bdubs a clock. It wasn’t hard to see how much Impulse adored him. And the inscription… Cleo sighed. There was no way that Bdubs had seen it. She brushed away the metal dust that marred the letters slightly; Impulse had probably been in a hurry and hasn’t had time to brush them off yet. Bdubs wouldn’t have let it sit in his pocket like that if he’d known… or maybe he would have. Bdubs was surprisingly unreadable sometimes.

She closed the lid gently, and flipped the clock over onto its back. There she carved out her own message for Bdubs.

mamma’s favourite boy

She buffed her carving with a cloth that looked like it had come from Scar’s shirt, until the gold shined. It wasn’t really about who loved Bdubs more- there’s more then one way to love a person, and no one was adored the way Bdubs was. He would carry two peoples love with him today. Even if he didn’t know it.

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.

Watching Blood Will Out. Someone called Troy “kinky”

3rd Life Character Themes | SIDE A

This started as a small composition exercise that has turned into an actual project. I've been attempting to capture the character essence of the 3rd life members in short little rpg-style themes. Since I have completed 10 I've collected what I've done so far. Feedback is greatly appreciated :)

The difference between purple pandas love of impulse and impulse being Petty 💜

Y’all need some GRASS

Watching Blood Will Out. Someone called Troy “kinky”

true

you know I think an underrated docm77 character trait is that he DOES sometimes have exactly the same sense of humor as a third grader, which is very funny coming out of a middle-aged german father.