*unfounds your found family* team BEST angst because well. as much as i love them i don't think there's gonna be a team BEST for much longer. enjoy.
i am not a writer why did i make this
Four stand in the walls of a castle built of snow, painted more of a pinkish hue in the sunrise. They are teammates, but they do not stand together.
Two stand side by side, arms resting on eachother's shoulders, using eachother as support. One of those two have danced with death twice too many.
One stands alone, he had fallen from practically unkillable all due to the others. Three lives lost saving so-called teammates. It wasn't worth it.
And the final stands alone, furthest from the rest, across a rocky line drawn ages before. Hair the same color of the blood that had spilled on the ground of where he died before.
"Give him a life, Etho." Tango had been used for his lives for weeks, demands of handing out fractions of his soul like candy. It was about time that someone else was the one to give up a piece of themselves instead.
Etho saw differently. Did his loyalty lie in a team that was starting to fracture at the seams, or in himself? He would answer himself, but his loyalty truly lied in neither. It lied in the metal band kept safe on a necklace, in the mossy scarf gifted to him by his closest friend. He would never admit to it, though. "No, not doing it."
"What do you mean- I gave up so many of my lives for Bdubs, and you won't even give up one for Skizz." How could Etho be so selfish. Tango had lost nearly every life he held last session- due to fucking Bdubs. Oh, how he wanted to throw his fists into that man's jaw until he looked like he had been dropped off the nether fortress ten times over.
"Hey, now don't bring me into this- this is your problem, not mine." He had done nothing but switch between red and yellow for the past two weeks, and he was tired. Tired of dealing with this bullshit, tired of the relentless anger that once flowed through his veins, and just straight up drained. The last thing that Bdubs wanted was to be dragged into the drama between his teammates.
Etho sighed, breath visible in the early morning fog. "I'm not doing it. We can get him a life from someone else, like I did with Scar that one time. But I need my life." A truth, but not the full extent. There was already countless targets on the back of the person next to him. His green name was insurance, a safety net to prevent the inevitable death of his best friend- his husband- for as long as possible.
"And we need Skizz back on this team- Do you even hear yourself right now Etho? You're being so fucking selfish." An ultimatum had to be made "If you don't give up a life, Skizz will be out of BEST, and so will I."
Silence, as the four stand together, waiting for a decision to be made.
And Etho would lie if he said the decision was instant. This team had grown to be something of a family, but last session the flaws had started to shine through. Was he really going to give up one of his few lives for a team that was so close to shattering? Especially if they may end up having to fight to the death regardless? A shield placed into the snow in front of him, one with a red painted E. "It was inevitable, this was always going to come to an end. Alliances don't last on this kind of server."
"What- Etho. Just give Skizz the goddamn life-" Bdubs protested.
"I've made my decision. I'm sorry Skizz." Etho looked over to him, whose face looked torn between anger and heartbreak.
And oh, how Skizz was. Team BEST was his team, these people were his family. How had it had all fallen apart so quickly? He trusted these people, it was supposed to be the four of them against the world, until the very end. And yet, the illusion of this so-called family unwound in front of his very eyes.
Tango blinked, but held back his rage. "Fine. Come on Skizz, they're not worth it." He looks over to Skizz, still frozen in place. He really was the glue that held us together, Tango thought. Without another word, Tango turned around and left, never even considering looking back.
Skizz did look back. Almost as if he was hopeful for a second chance, one that everyone knew he wouldn't receive. If he was any stronger he would have thrown his blade straight into Etho's chest, into Bdubs' as well for good measure, but he would never win against both at once.
"Why did you do that," in a voice even colder than the frigid air surrounding their home.
Etho didn't have an answer, not one he could bring himself to say, at least. It was leaving him on red or not being able to save you. "It doesn't matter."
"Yes it fucking does, Etho. You just threw away everything because what- you didn't want to give up a life? Tango had a point- what if it was me? Huh? Would you have given it up for me?"
Etho was barely audible, despite the dead silence, "I would. That's why I didn't."
Silence sat between the two, growing more and more uncomfortable by the second. "I'm going to the nether, we need more blaze rods," and before Bdubs could say another word, Etho had left. The blaze rods were a lie, all he wanted was a place to be left alone. The burning flames and the stench of death was more peaceful than the deafening silence the two would have shared.
Bdubs stayed behind. How could one man be so smart yet so stupid, to not see how much he destroyed in one choice. He didn't need protecting, he didn't need Etho to stockpile lives for him in case he died and went back to red. He needed Etho to have reunited the team. Bdubs twisted the ring sat on his finger, debating taking it off for good. He didn't.
Across the world, another joined the group of red lives who resided on a bridge near a cliffside. They welcomed Skizz with open arms, but he didn't want to feel welcomed.
Elsewhere, a yellow name sits in the forest, having left the snowy walls far off in the distance. Shards of a broken shield burning made for better warmth than that so-called team ever did. He frowned at seeing the blue text of the hand-painted T burning away into smoke.
Four once stood in the snowy walls of a castle, four once called eachother teammates, friends, family, in a twisted sense of kinship was doomed from the start.
Skizz pov has this really haunting theme to it with the hunger games horn blaring every death, especially w SO MANY deaths this crazy session only to end w it blaring for HIS
It is so good. So choice. Good stuffff
so uh,,,, last life lizzie haha
I put a background noise this other Telenovela I could not recall but I know I liked only a few characters
They got me invested on a friendship, give them the most fitting song, get me to like this two characters friendship.
To not even allow a good bye?!
I feel so betrayed the writers wrap it up like that, yeah they rushed how everything was a good ending but they did not give a last scene for this two even if short.
I should have see it coming but I am mad, they used to give them a fun screentime for some good time then they shorten the scenes to 1 moment and the "and the next day" cut that I am mad at them for that.
You already broke me the ship bc you want your canon to win, you could have give me platonic and I would be fine but they did not deliver even that well.
How dare you not allow a good bye when this two deserved a final small scene at least.
Good news is the ending was not something like "in the future" solidifiying their canon so I can believe the projections did not lie and they remained good friends or maybe that chemestry was not lying now that in the future they have the right "to be".
What can I say I am in perpetual negation that their canon ships lasted bc those had missing more than one leg and 1 character doing most of the work so that can't last in my eyes.
haven’t seen the new sessions yet and im incredibly terrified to but here’s a last life etho sketch
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Welcome… Welcome to magical mountain are you here for enchants?
do you ever have an idea so good you upset yourself cause it doesnt exist
im going to watch lady life and i’m telling y’all this so u can hold me accountable. who’s POV should i watch
Anyone else wants more Scar third wheeling moments + Joel and Lizzie? I can't be the only one.
Imagine the red lifers intimidating other people by showing them their cursed eyes
Red Lifers are peacocks
im still thinking about joel begging not to be killed. the desperation in his voice when he yelled "PLEASE" to grian dude. omfg
Ren is drawn to the Shadow Queen. Darkness is cold, bleak and unforgiving, it reminds him of the winter he used to rule.
Now that the Queen has fallen, someone must take her place.
your local boy band B)
Sometimes I just say things
I just had a thought....
Seablings + Ren doing a braid train...
Jimmy's braiding Lizzie's hair because he's really good at it, and Lizzie doing Ren because she's not very good and he's willing to let her practice on him.
Lizzie being extra gentle around Ren's ears because that area is more sensitive... Jimmy doing the same around her fins...
I am very soft for them ;-;
Grian really taking notes from his mcc buddy Tech :3
tango when scar was trying to blow up the castle
skizz's screams 🤝 me and the boys when we watch the funny little last life people murder each other <3