bend gravity and space, you are a child of the stars
I see the "only the winners remember the previous games" and I raise you my own personal theory
The longer the players are in the same, the more they remember.
So yes, the winners do remember the most, but others can remember.
Scar and Grian have the most vivid memory of third life, which later influences how they both act in double life.
Pearl and Scott both remember the most as they died at the same time.
Jimmy does not remember the games. Or not in any of his memories. Sure, he had a headache for a few days after (where he would have gotten shot), felt closer to Scott, and he grew fonder of poppies. He's heard about what happened from others. But he doesn't have any memories. Because he died first every. single. time.
Until secret life.
And finally.
He has some memories of it.
Again, they're not great. He died second. But he can remember something.
He's escatic. This is his chance not to feel like an outsider when they talk about the games.
(and if Lizzie was clumsy and allowed herself to fall because Jimmy had confided in her that he felt inferior because he couldn't remember? ...nobody needs to know.)
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another nightly visit
I have a new headcanon now
I think it's Luz coming out as bi to Camila for the first time but we already saw a bi pride flag in their house before and I love to think it's just Camila starting to notice it even before and just encouraging Luz to come out or just showing her its a safe place for her
I love Camila
I wish all moms were like Camila
overmorrow (English) [ˈoʊ.vɚˌmɑɹoʊ] The day after tomorrow.
enhappify (English, Old Dialect) [ɛnˈhæpɪfaɪ] to make happy; to enhance one's happiness. Coined by the show The Ghost and Molly McGee.
If there is a 5th life series, I want Gem to be in it and her to team up with Pearl.
Just imagine the power they would hold. Geminislay and 5am Scarlet Pearl.
i love when scar and joe hang out. they're the epitome of *talks a lot* *listens*, they just trade off who the one talking a lot is depending on whether they're talking about theme parks or pinball machines.
Once An Accident, Twice A Coincidence, Three Times A Pattern
To the animals, the wolves, the lions, the foxes and cats and birds: Your eyes shine so brightly. Your fur is luscious, your feathers luxurious, your teeth furious and beautiful. Your claws are sharper than you think. One day, you will get them back. One day, you will be helpless, human, no more.
To the fairies, the angels, the aliens, the demons, the mermaids and sirens, the divine: Even here you are powerful. Even here you are divine and beautiful. Your wings are gorgeous, your horns and haloes majestic, your tails ethereal. Home will welcome you, welcome us all, with open arms one day.
To my fellow dolls, the marionettes, the puppets, the toys and ball-jointed: We may be delicate, but our subtle power defines us. We bend and move and dance in ways no human ever could. One day, our everlasting regality will return to us.
To the voids, the glitches, the abstract, the eldritch, the robots, the objectheads: Do with this brief moment of flesh what you will. You know who you really are inside, and that’s all that matters. Your soul still bleeds the color of the stars.
To the monsters, the zombies, the cryptids, the vampires, the werewolves and ghosts: The world will always fear that which it does not understand. We understand each other, and through this we have made our own world. We create our reality, and that’s what’s important.
To the therians, the otherkin, the fictionkin, voidpunks, and all other nonhumans: We are strong. We know who and what we are. We know what this flesh conceals. One day, the world will see us for who we are and accept us as her children all the same. For now, we persevere.
Etho is in his training arc to win limited life