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See, the thing is, Grian isn’t lying when he says that the snails aren’t his doing.
He gets why people are saying that; the timeline of him finally getting the stupid book and the snails emerging from the sea line up near-perfectly, as if they were another manic machination of his boredom. It’s also the fact that they just straight up came out of the sea, or at least should’ve- he swears up and down that the pink one shot down from the sky, he saw it with his own two eyes. But, considering he doesn’t control the sky, the pink snail cannot be his doing at the very least. And the teal one? The one that people are calling his snail? He just found it after a particularly stormy night, chilling on the docks, and he found it just so damn cute that he took it as a pet. Both of those aren’t Grian’s fault. They can’t be, by that logic.
But honestly, by now, he’s getting a little worried about the snails, in either case of his innocence with them. He’ll be the first to admit that he’s not the sanest person on the Hermitcraft server—he’s not sure who is, really, when everyone has their own things going on—particularly within the past few weeks, if the beard and book count as indication. His memory has been a little foggy for a while, so it very well could’ve been him putting snails everywhere, and he just flat-out forgot for one reason or another. Though, that doesn’t seem likely- he’s strong, but not strong enough to haul a giant snail out of the sea and onto a literal freight train, nor does he have the patience to meticulously choose snails that are sturdy enough to replace the wheels. That had to be a meticulous and pre-planned process, something Grian doesn’t really have the time for.
This leaves him with three conclusions: if it is him behind the snail acts, he’s not the only thing occupying his body. If it isn’t, well, there’s still something causing the snails to make their way through the works of Magic Mountain, and it certainly isn’t another hermit, based on their reactions. If it’s a mix of both—considering he’s found himself freeing snails from the cages Scar put them in without remembering how he got there—then the snails aren’t so cute anymore, and Grian’s just about ready to—
To—
He’s just—
Where was he?
Right. The snails. They’re not his doing, pinky promise. Grian got his book, he filled the prophecy, and he’s stopped fishing like it’s his last day on earth. The bit is over. He’s moved on- why would he beat a dead horse into the ground like that? Sure, he can still smell rot wafting from the river, but he’s Gem’s neighbor, and she’s got that whole fish horror thing going on, so it very well could be her. Nevermind the fact that they were eating her lighthouse, and she wouldn't do that to her own hard work. And sure, she came to him when a snail chose her--the way he said it would--but she was probably under the assumption that it was his, just like everyone else. It wasn’t. He’s sure it wasn’t.
The snails would explain his white-hot anger at Scar’s little cooking prank; the way Grian’s skin felt like it was burning every time he looked at the pan. How, despite knowing that his friend was just messing with him, every instinct was telling him to kill him where he stood, no mercy. How it felt like the same seething rage he felt when Scar had fished up a copy of the book weeks prior, and he’d done that very thing. And maybe, just maybe, it would explain how sometimes, on the nights where his dreams are the most vivid and gross, he wakes up in the Chamber, positioned as if in a prayer.
But if it is…
A streak of fear runs up his spine. The weather, despite his dedication to the sea released, is still stormy and grey. The water is still murky and washing slime up onto his shores. The dreams of the book haven’t stopped, despite him clutching it like a rosary on even good days. The whispers of the wind are an angry, menacing thing in his ear. He thought it would be over once he got what he wanted. He thought it would be enough to satisfy whatever the ocean needed from him.
There is a rod in his hands, he realizes. He throws it as far away as he can. It lands next to a clump of snails, who all turn to look at him with an otherworldly menace in their pitch black eyes.
Just what has he released onto his home?
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ur honour. the blorbos.
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You're kinda swag girlboss
Tell me something I don't know
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From @MCChampionship_
👑 Announcing team Green Geckos!👑
@.FireBreathMan @.Smallishbeans @.xisumavoid @.GTWScar
Watch them in MCC on Saturday 4th May at 8pm BST!
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underrated fact about the Double Life ending: Pearl had already drawn her bow on Scott before the TNT went down. she had no reason to expect a sacrifice from the man who had spent every moment of their life together hating her. she was prepared to get her victory by force.
she was always ready to kill him. but she wasn't ready for him to die.
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underrated fact about the Double Life ending: Pearl had already drawn her bow on Scott before the TNT went down. she had no reason to expect a sacrifice from the man who had spent every moment of their life together hating her. she was prepared to get her victory by force.
she was always ready to kill him. but she wasn't ready for him to die.
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The neck kisses epidemic strikes again
Transcript below because I need to do something.
Pearl: Are you interested in learning how to use this today?
Mumbo: Yeah, yeah. Please.
Pearl: Would you like an introduction?
Mumbo: Please. I would like to know how to spam.
Pearl: Alright- *laughs* that's not.. what we should be doing with the mail..
Mumbo: Okay..
Pearl: It's- it's to send each other loving messages and-
Mumbo: mmhm
Pearl: neck kisses and all kinds of things that everybody likes to send to each other on this server.
Mumbo: okay... I'll send em in bulk
Pearl: I don't question it
Mumbo: wai- if- can I sen- Can I send neck kisses in bulk?
Pearl: *in between laughter* theo- theoretically yes
Mumbo: NICE!
Pearl: I think I need to install a bigger box at Joel's place.
Mumbo: *laughs*
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I call them the postal pals or something
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(SOUND IS CRUCIAL) this video is has murdered me dead the music the editing the way information is slowly revealed about the two of them the plot twist the breaking bad images. WILLIAM WILLIAM WILLIAM. all over minecraft parkour someone help im seizing
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Meeting
All dogs go to heaven
Inspired by Gem assuring Pearl that there will be more dogs in the next life (series)
So I want to think Tilly and Millie meet at the end of the series they were part of because it's just cute
Tilly is suspicious until she smells Pearl on Millie, and knows she's a friend :D
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secret life galaxy duo... thinking about pearl explaining her plan to scar. what she says is that she'll kill scott, then let scar kill her so he can kill gem. she doesnt phrase it as "we'll" kill scott - she explicitly says "i'll" kill scott. pearl came away from the double life finale with two missions - emulate his sacrifice, and kill him. aaaagh.
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a rare art piece that i’m actually proud of
i freaking love character design and a i’m a sucker for fluffy ships
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pearl built a catbus so i drew her in the ghibli style
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Tango's starter base
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