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hey uh. since this account is pretty much dead, i was scrolling through my old posts and i wanna say

i do NOT support wilbur soot. anything i had to do with socketduo has long been discarded.

thanks.

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I wanted to draw them 🤸‍♀️ 💚❤

Also close up and alternate version with flat colors because I liked it enough. 😭💕

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Happy birthday Grian ! 💖✨

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grian in the outfit he got from nana ! :D

reference photos from his insta story under the cut :

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Interesting how grian always permakills the person closest to him like-

we have Scar in third life

Mumbo and last life

And now BigB in double life

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something about grian revealing to scar that they're soulmates with a piece of falling dripstone and him killing bigb, his secret soulmate, the same way

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them<3

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Grian shifts from foot to foot, scowling a little. His soulmate- he can’t believe they’re together again, he’s still not over it- runs towards him, smiling, an armful of bamboo threatening to spill from his grasp.

 “Scar, what am I doing here?” Grian demands as soon as Scar stands in front of him. He glances at a sign with a hastily scrawled ‘Couples’ Retreat’ on it and sighs. “Why am I here with you?”

Scar huffs at his irritated expression. “You’re here to play with the Jellie Pandas, obviously!” Behind him, several of his so-called ‘Jellie Pandas’ approach curiously, eyeing the bamboo in his hands.

Grian honestly doesn’t know what a ‘Jellie Panda’ is- they look like regular Pandas to him.  Then again, he’s learnt not to question Scar.

He clicks his tongue. “We have more important- I have more important things to do than feed bamboo to Jellie Pandas, Scar. We don’t have a single diamond to our names. We need to be prepared.”

“Why aren’t you happy with them?” Scar says petulantly. He pats one firmly on its head, grinning at Grian. “Aren’t they cute?” 

The Jellie Panda doesn’t seem to take too kindly to Scar’s pats, butting him in the side. It knocks Scar over with a quiet grunt. Scar yelps, scrambling away and looking up at Grian sheepishly. 

Grian winces, feeling the ache of a phantom bruise on his own body. Pain.“Okay, that’s it.” He heads for the exit. He slows down as he nears it, blocked by several Jellie Pandas wandering nearby. He pushes one gingerly aside, careful not to anger it, sidestepping closer and closer-

“Grian!” 

Grian doesn’t turn around, still focused on leaving, he’s leaving, he’s not going to face Scar-

There’s a hand on his shoulder, and he’s wrenched back around to meet wide, desperate green eyes.

“Why are you like this now?” Scar demands. “This isn’t who you are. This isn’t who you were in Third-” He turns silent, mouth shutting in an instant. 

Third Life.

Grian hates Third Life. He disliked it from the start, but it was only when he got up, crying, from a broken body of a friend he put there that he truly started to hate it. 

He vowed to make- and did make- Last Life more bearable. New rules, new lives, new friends. He was- he acted- indifferent, and it worked. He didn’t hate it as much, not even when he died, not even when he lost.

It wasn’t quite as painful in Last Life.

And here he is now. Back together with Scar, just like Third Life. He knows it won’t end- it can’t end- the same way, but his heart still screams at him to leave. To avoid the pain of watching death, death, death, from someone who he’s bound to, who he needs, who he needs to love.

His chest aches with his feelings, an ache not even Scar can feel.

So he bites his lip and chokes on it all, watching as the light dims from Scar’s green eyes.

“Why aren’t you happy with me?” Scar asks quietly. He removes his hand quickly from Grian’s shoulder like the contact burnt him. 

“I didn’t say I wasn’t,” Grian replies hoarsely.

“Then why are you leaving?” Scar whispers. Why is he leaving the Sanctuary? Why is he leaving Scar? 

A Jellie Panda nudges him from behind, forcing him towards Scar. He opens his mouth.

“Because-”

Being with you hurts.

“Because-”

I don’t want to do this again.

The words don’t come out.

“Stay here,” Scar says loudly, his voice wavering too much for Grian to take it as an order. His eyes are fixated on Grian’s, not once glancing away. “Stay with the Jellies.” Stay with me.

Grian’s heart hammers against his chest. He doesn’t want to feel that way ever again. He doesn’t want to feel, achingly, as Scar dies- and he will. 

But he wants to stay. Scar wants him to stay.

And, maybe this time-

Maybe this time-

“Okay.” Grian hears himself whisper. “Okay.”

Scar beams, eyes shining as he dumps some bamboo into Grian’s waiting arms. “Also, can we please-”

“No,” Grian cuts him off sternly, hiding a smile. “We aren’t going to bring a Jellie into our base.” 

“Why? They won’t cause any trouble at all! It’ll be like having a house pet, but bigger and cuter and way better. I don’t understand-” Scar rambles as Grian attempts to get a word in. He sighs fondly.

Maybe this time it’ll end differently. 

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what if ruikasa had hair like an's..

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planting seeds of doubt !

[ reblogs appreciated :D ]

credits to @ ladowska on instagram for the poses ^^

TUTORIAL = @ladowska

See Instagram ‘TUTORIAL’ highlights from Asia Ladowska (@ladowska)

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SOCKETDUO???? 😱

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Grian in his mcc pride skin :D

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SCOTT PLEASE GIVE US THIS TEAM 🙏🙏

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"What is love?" The universe asks at the end of the first week, in a world where ones cannot live without their others.

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"Care." Impulse replies. "Communication. Defending them with all your worth and trusting they'll do the same."

"And a clock." Bdubs adds earnestly, hanging off Impulse's arm as he places a hand over the clock he keeps by his heart like a wedding ring.

Impulse looks at him and smiles, sunny and fond and full of life. "And a clock."

-

"Understanding," Tango says, rubbing an awkward hand over his upper arm, where explosion scars lay hidden beneath his sleeve, "and a willingness to work it out."

"Acceptance, I think," Jimmy offers lightly, drifting to his side and placing a warm hand on his scarred upper arm, "and unconditional support."

Tango cracks a grin, light dancing in yellow eyes. "Oh, I like the sound of that."

-

"Perfect, if I do say so myself!" Ren declares brightly, wrapping an arm around BigB and drawing him close to his side as they overlook their box of a base.

"Kind," BigB says in agreement, leaning into the motion and beaming, "and everything I could've wanted."

-

"Chaotic." Etho settles on, laughter thick in his voice.

"I think you mean fun," Joel retorts, resting his elbow on his shoulder with a cheeky grin, "and mutually beneficial."

"Or mutually detrimental," Etho corrects him with a snicker, shrugging his arm off, "but we're stuck together, either way."

Joel chuckles, nudging Etho's side a little too hard and feeling the pinch in his own. "Isn't that part of the fun?"

-

"Difficult." Grian huffs as treks through the woodland with his hand tight around Scar's, before dropping to a gentler mumur. "Unbelievable and very, very difficult."

"Overrated!" Scar laughs, but he silences and softens as Grian steadies him when he trips over nothing. They continue walking, and he confesses to himself, under his breath and carefully hopeful. "Laughter, warmth and loyalty, in that order."

-

"A choice." Cleo insists sourly, folding her arms over her chest, steadfast in her decision and thrumming with a stranger's pain. "A bond built on something real, and not expectation."

"Free." Scott muses simply from beside her, looking up at the sky and scorning the asker.

-

"A load of nonsense, that's what it is!" Martyn complains as he storms off alone, bitter and self-righteous, knuckles bruised and aching from his own fists. He falters in his march with a grimace, rubbing at his chest, where it feels like something is missing, and he adds, quieter, "...and painful."

-

Pearl doesn't answer for a long moment. She stares after Martyn's retreating back, at where Scott once stood, and then down at her hands.

Finally, she sighs as her vision wobbles, and she whispers, tentative and fragile, "I wouldn't know."

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some of my fav screenshots from grian’s new video

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I love this scene so much 🤣🥑

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if you squint