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locusfandomtime · 5 months

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Rating each hermit’s likelihood of being a furry

scar keeps getting furry allegations so i thought i’d make this post

Joe Hills - 7/10 he doesn’t really consider himself part of the community but he has a sparkledog sona and dresses up in his homemade diy fursuit sometimes. he respects furries deeply and does not tolerate hate towards them

Xisuma - 8/10 totally a furry he changes his skin all the time to dress up as the latest minecraft mob. he already has a “cringe” oc (evil x). he doesn’t even know what a furry is i think but he probably owns a fursuit anyway because he thinks its neat

Hypno - 3/10 he’d say no but give him cat ears to match with max and he’ll be wearing them every stream from now on

Keralis - 2/10 pretends to not know what a furry is but he does. he does.

Mumbo - 1/10 logically he would know of furries due to his young age and activeness online but i don’t believe he does, he has never heard of a furry and never will

Cleo - 6/10 with enough encouragement she’d wear a fursuit. maybe if joe made one for them. she’s got a vtuber avatar so this is just next in the pipeline i think

Jevin - 3/10 he isn’t one but he does have a non-human character which technically qualifies him as one. instead of a fursuit i think he’d have to coat himself in jelly or something

False - 3/10 she already dresses up as a banana on stream how far away is dressing up as an anthropomorphic animal you must ask yourself. plants and animals had their last common ancestor 1.6 billion years ago, keep this in mind

Tango - 7/10 his fursona is an evil ravager named “skadoodler evil the third” and mrs tango has a matching fursona and they do that furry couple thing of commissioning art of their ocs kissing

xB - 4/10 not one but I don’t think he’d be opposed to the idea of being a furry. i think ferks could be a furry

Impulse - 4/10 i was gonna say no but then i remembered the imp + skizz cat fursona thumbnail

Etho - 3/10 he isn’t a furry but he is a weeb. maybe he’d wear like a fox tail or something

Doc - 9/10 he has an oc which is half creeper half robot half goat and has butterfly wings and is an evil scientist. this guy knows cringe is dead and is living his life playing as his middle aged man Mary Sue fursona

Ren - 10/10 “ren the DOG” 🤨? this is confirmed his minecraft skin has fucking dog ears

Wels - 5/10 he is not a furry but i like to think he’s a LARPer irl and has a knightsona so he gets an honourable mention.

Iskall - 2/10 i could see him wearing cat ears, only as a joke though

Cub - 7/10 “cub”? “wolf pack”? furry cub just makes sense and he’d be an epic furry. the world isn’t ready for furry cub

Scar - 9/10 the other hermits call him a furry for a reason. his fursona is anthro jelly i guess. there are so many disney movies revolving around anthropomorphic animals this is natural

Beef - 3/10 he never truly becomes a furry but at night he daydreams about what his cool llama fursona would look like. he peaks a little at furry art but is never brave enough to venture further. in another lifetime maybe…

Bdubs - 8/10 he seems disproportionally offended at allegations he’s a furry and is incredibly obsessed with horses. furry with internalised furry hate i think

Stress - 2/10 i think she’d find the idea of furries cute and funny but wouldn’t be one

Zedaph - 9/10 you’d see him rocking up to furcon. his fursona would be a weirdass sheep worm hybrid

Grian - 4/10 i can see it. despite fan interpretation, i don’t think he’d be a parrot though i think he’d be a cat tbh

Gem - 7/10 she would have the cutest most cottagecore deer fursona of all time and it would have a beautiful design and outfit and bi flag. she’d get a vtuber model and a custom fursuit and art made. it is insane to me that this hasn’t happened yet

Pearl - 5/10 she isn’t but she does seem like the kind of woman who was obsessed with wolves at the age of 12 and has never outgrown that. also double life pearl deserves to be a beautiful silver wolf

#no hate to furries. I’m practically a furry. the furry community is great. cringe is dead. this is satire. etc.#as always though i am completely correct #inspired by the recent etho asking scar if hes a furry clip and bdubs saying scar is trying to make them furries #locus fandom time #hermitcraft #mcyt #hermitblr #put a readmore thing to stop this getting too long when people scroll my blog

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canarydarity · 4 days

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time for more worm baseball au brainrot!! just needed to come over here and shower you with more compliments on chapter 2 <33

Just a quick question, who all is on the Yankees, and are there familiar faces on Grian’s team in Chicago or is it just him and them Scar?

Hiii cloudy 🤠🤠!! Woohooo im glad its being enjoyed !!!

Okay so. I'm going to say way too much in response to this now <3

So this is...currently the Yankees line-up:

Jimmy, number 7, Right fielder

Joel, number 25, Catcher

Skizz, uhh didn't assign him a number, First base

Zedaph, 12, Second base

Bigb, 2, Third base

Scott, 5, Shortstop

Pixlriffs, 14, Left fielder

Fwhip, uhh didn't assign him a number, Pitcher

and in typing this out, I realize I just never assigned anyone center field. so thats absolutely hysterical, NO idea whos manning that position. Baseball teams usually have around 26 players, but only 9 play the field at a time so thats really all I was worried about!

and then, of course, we have Tango working as an analyst for the team, Impulse as the coach, and Bdubs and Etho as announcers!

The first thing I wrote for this fic is in the last chapter, back when this au was a single scene rather than a whole chaptered guy, and its something that needed quite a lot of people. And since it was just a SCENE at the time I sort of just. plucked random life series and empires cast members from my brain that I could SEE playing baseball. which is so funny to me. Cause now its this and the cast is genuinely sort of random, but also makes sense. To Me.

As for the CUBS!

So, that also did not start as a story, that just started as background for Jimmy's plot. Grian was Jimmy's brother and he's a pitcher for a rival team, and I just picked the Cubs completely randomly. I was originally going to have Scar be in This Fic, but then because I couldn't leave things well enough alone...I said....well what if desert duo offshoot...what if there's one story for each brother. And by THAT time...I had already filled out a LOT of the Yankees cast and was like "well, oops."

There are definitely other recognizable names on the desert duo side though! but I will say, that one is as of right now much much much less fleshed out. The Cubs lineup will likely include many other hermits, such as Iskall, Rendog, Keralis, Doc, joehills (I think he'd be a fascinatingly confusing announcer), Beef—etc! Like I said, it's currently not really planned :) but thats the idea for if it ever becomes A Thing.

What is planned is that Grian (number 16) is the pitcher , Scar is the catcher, and then because it was too absolutely ironic to NOT make happen. I did make cubfan135 the coach of the chicago cubs. A decision I both vehemently hate and absolutely adore. When talking about grians plot and going "cub has to be there" my brain went now hold on a second...cubfan....his name can't possibly refer to the baseba—oh look at that. it does. and ta-da I couldn't NOT do the funniest thing ever in this universe.

Mumbo will also absolutely be there because he can't not be. but my brain refuses to picture mumbo jumbo playing baseball so he just. he. i have no idea what he will be doing But He'll Be There. Trust Me.

Anyway Ive rambled quite enough :)) I hope that answers your question !!!

#worm asks #cloudtastrophie #baseball au #also for anyone who doesn't have a number assigned to them. if anyone feels really passionate about a certain number that fits them #just tell me pls. because I likely wont assign one otherwise #and its super inconsequential but also. why not ya know

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zedif-y · 9 months

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Oh wait actually cus I'm thinking about it but trans/queer team ZITS headcanons? 👀👀👀

i think i've talked abt this before but my headcanons May have changed, so! in order:

Zed - he/she , bigender . his gender makes sense only to me and him and god. shes a handsome fella and hes a pretty girl<3 i think he likes when whatever he's referred as seems to directly contradict his looks at the moment . she likes to be confusing, in the "he's my girlfriend/she's my boyfriend" type of way<3 (i'm 100% projecting btw) (oh also hes on the aromantic spectrum in my head sometimes!)

Impulse - any pronouns, though she/her is on thin ice some days . some flavor of genderqueer. i like to spin the wheel when it comes to his gender, but i default to he/him . trans sometimes but not all the time . you get it

Tango - TRANS GENER !!! he/they swag but he has a he/him lean because it makes him really happy to be referred to as a guy, though really they Also like they/them it's just a mood thing-- anyway. the spirit of tango possessed me briefly there . practically every time i write him recently he is trans. if you see him in a recent fic, he is trans. even if it isnt the focus. trans :]

Skizz - tbh i don't think he cares about pronouns . i've been thinking a bit about he/she skizz ngl but i've yet to do anything about it . in my head he's usually cis but like . could change . i dunno

#ryan's screaming #should i maintag this....#fruitpulsesv #uhhhh fuck it ig #mcyt headcanons #zedaph plays #zedaphplays #tangotek #tango tek #impulsesv #skizzleman #i mostly just answered w how i imagine their gender situation to be bc #i dont think abt their sexualities much they r just . yeag

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secretkittywolf · 2 months

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High Life

chapter 9

Cleo's eyes widen as Gem fired the gun. It seemed unlike her. Was it her motive? Cleo couldn't bare to look where the bullet had landed. No death message appeared so no one died. They decided to risk of and look. The bullet had barely missed a scared Lizzie. "What the fuck?! Who fired the gun?" She looked away before Lizzie could point blame. "Gem..." "Drat. I missed" she muttered, placing the gun back into her inventory. Cleo didn't know what to say. This was supposed to be a nice moment between the two and it ended up with Lizzie nearly dying. They watch as Gem begins to eat her food and they decide to eat there's too. 'Was this a motive kill? Or was it for some other reason? Revenge?' These questions and many more alike flood Cleo's head as she finished off her salmon. It was so strange and out of the blue, they couldn't make any sense of it. "I assume you have questions right?" Cleo looked up at Gem, but the faun continued to stare at her plate. "Yes?" Cleo said hesitantly. "A motive kill that failed" That's all Cleo needed to hear and they understood. Nothing more was said for the rest of the date and Gem left without a word. She felt bad for ruining the date but it was her motive after all.

"You suspect something's up with Lizzie. You can't quite place your finger on it, but if you do some digging, you may find out.

Your motive? Take out Lizzie once her plans have been found out"

Gem already knew what Lizzie's plans were. She found out accidentally when the fae blurted it all out loud. And for a while Gem has been following her, waiting for the right moment to kill.

Froglights blinded Scar's eyes. He quickly shuts them and waits for them to adjust before reopening them. He states at the ceiling before sitting up. Scar sees he's in a hospital room and decided to get up, but the pain in his leg said no so he remained put. Scar tried to remember what happened and, as if on queue, he remembered running from Doc with Bdubs and Jimmy ready to knock him out. "You're awake" He turns to the voice and sees Grian walking up to him. "Well hello there" "You feeling okay?" He asks. "I'm fine my good man! Minus the pain in my leg" He looks down at his legs. "Yes well you did get shot you in the leg, Scar. You'll have to be bedridden for a while" "I've dealt with Tim" Grian continued. "I gave him a good tongue lashing- there's got to be a better phrase than that" he muttered, but Scar heard. "Knocking you out was a bad decision since it could've killed you, and since we only have one life" "I would be out" Grian nodded. "How long has it been?" Scar asks.

"Uh.... A day? It's been 4 days since the game started-" "4 days?! It feels like a week!" "I know but it has been exactly 4 days, Scar" "And all that has happened?" "All occurred in the first 3 days" Scar laid back, sort of shocked. So much has already happened and it's only been 4 days? What will happen today?

Doc opens the door to his penthouse and lets in an upset Scott. "Have a seat. I'll get some drinks and some snacks" Scott nodded and sits down on the black leather couch. He still couldn't believe what he saw. Skizz was cheating on him. "Hey" He looks up to see a plate of sliced apples, some cookies and cake as well as some pumpkin pie. "Thought I'd bring a variety" he sets the plates down and places down two glasses of healing. Doc sits down next to him as Scott grabs a cookie. Doc uses his non metal hand to brush a strand of hair out of Scott's eyes as the smaller male turns to him. He had to admit: Scott was cute. Not his type though but he didn't need to know that. "You know I can help you" "How?" Scott asks before drinking the potion. "I can help you get your revenge. There's no doubt that anger is building up inside you and I can help you with that. As long as you do me a favour" Scott's interest was piqued. "Oh? Do tell" "Be my boyfriend" Scott began to choke, taken aback by the favour. He felt his back being patted after choking on his drink. "Boyfriend?" He wheezed out. He clears his throat. "You want to date me?" "Yes. You and I date and I'll protect you from any killings and help you get revenge and you also help me out with some killings too"

Scott was definitely surprised. He barely knows Doc and the goat hybrid was offering him a chance to not only be protected but also loved. Scott did want to be loved. "Okay... I'll do it" Doc grinned. His plan was working perfectly. Doc lifts Scott's chin up and kisses him. Scott kisses back. He's still shocked by the out of the blue request but he can't deny it: Doc was attractive. They pulled apart and Doc gave him a kind smile making Scott feel comfortable. He snuggled up close to the larger man and finished off his cookie before drifting off to sleep. Once he was asleep, Doc carried him to his room and Etho climbed through the window. "Did it work?" Doc nods, closing the suite door. "He fell for it hook, line and sinker" Etho chuckles and grabs a slice of cake. "With Scott on our side, we can easily turn the tide to our favour. Not only taking Ren and Bdubs out, but also Skizz, Jimmy and Tango"

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A bit shorter but I hope you enjoyed it! I'm sorry it took a while again. I've been rather busy lately and have been watching waaaay too much Hermitcraft since now I'm watching 6 povs: Grain, Mumbo, Scar, Zedaph, Joel & Gem since I quite liked her builds and began watching her yesterday. I'm gonna try to keep adding more to this a bit more regularly but no promises tho. Also the Scar and Grian part happens before the Mumbo and Scar part in chapter 8 before anyone gets confused.

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indigo-flightly-falls · 10 months

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Watcher's Clutch AU - basic info

Soooooo... this is a mcyt X httyd crossover AU! (it's the 3rd of my mcytXhttyd AUs lol, more on those later)

It's vaguely inspired by the fanfics The Orphan's Ballade and The Hermit's Refuge, which are fanfics for the dsmp and hermitcraft fandoms respectively and feature one character adopting all the others. So uh, yeah. The basic idea is from those, go check them out they're fun to read.

In this AU, it's mostly about the Watchers/Listeners (and a few others), as they get adopted by a stray Watcher who is the protector of children. It all starts when a kid winds up on her doorstep at night, covered in blood (some of it not his own), and begging to be killed. That night, the Watcher takes him in, and slowly starts to draw more kids into the mix.

Under the cut is the details about who are the stray children adopted, and what dragon hybrid they are! I won't go into backstory details because I actually want to write this soon. With in two months at least. Maybe. Don't hold me to it.

Grian - sentinel If you don't know what sentinel dragons are, you probably won't understand why this works so well. It's because sentinels in httyd exist to watch over a dragon graveyard. What better dragon for Grian? On top of that, this adds an interesting idea, because sentinels are blind. So hybrids would probably be born with vision problems or develop them during childhood. So the idea that Grian, even as a teenager, still has relatively good eyesight despite being a species that would've lost it at that point is rather interesting!

Etho - whispering death/sand wraith Weirdly fucked up mouth. That's my main reasoning. Try to put a whispering death mouth on a human. It would looked really fucked up. Idk I almost went with changewing but figured whispering death was a better choice for a hybrid. No I will not explain why he's a hybrid of two dragons <3

Exion (Evil Xisuma) - night fury This one will make zero sense unless you've read my helsmit headcanons post so I'll sum up why I chose this: I headcanon Ex and X to be two of the last voidwalkers, similar to night furies in httyd. Main reasoning tbh.

Helsknight - singetail Arson chameleon.

Skizz - triple stryke Skizz gets the cool scorpion dragon. Also because the only triple stryke we see in canon gives off 3rd Life!Skizz vibes. No I will not explain Sluther could be Skizz and nothing would change.

Chicken - thornridge This one will also not make sense unless you've read the helsmit heacanons post (also included in this category are Echo, 13, Adubs & Grain) But basically Chicken is one of the most peaceful helsmits, and I though he'd fit a thornridge!

Adubs - prickleboggle Funky dragon that casts healing fireballs. Idk I just wanted something vaguely plant themed for this guy.

Grain - dramillion Parrot dragon parrot dragon parrot dragon- Basically the dramillion can mimic any blast it sees, and I thought that it would be cool if hybrids could also mimic voices!

BigB - speed stinger Don't blink or he will zip past you can suddenly you can't move. I like the raptor dragons alright :) He could also be a dreadstrider, which is a hybrid between a speed stinger and a flightmare, but I like basic speed stinger for now!

Echoslab - egg biter Honestly it is simply the vibes

Martyn - slithersong Listen, this dragon lures it prey in by singing. And Martyn is widely regarded as a Listener in headcanons. It's perfect.

Jimmy - razorwhip A) Jimmy is a toy would work great with the dragon that looks like it's made of metal B) Jimmy can have poisonous tears and breath for fun :)

Scott - snow wraith I am channeling Empires season 1 for this. Es1!Scott is so snow wraith coded.

Bad - flightmare Idk he's Scar's counterpart and sibling. Don't know what else you need

Xornoth - deathgripper Xornoth is so deathgripper coded. I am correct about this btw. I'm thinking Exor is like Grimmel and basically drugged deathgripper hybrids to use for his own purposes, and Xornoth is one of the few who escaped!

13 - sword stealer Metal dragons that steals stuff and looks scary :)

Joel - small shadow Small shadows are the wolves of the dragon world alright. Also I think it'd be cool of Joel just goes missing for days at a time and nobody's really worried because he can fight when he needs to, and the entire time he's building a small shadow pack!

Ren - scuttleclaw Again, vibes. Scuttleclaw's have dog vibes and it is Rendog.

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Anyways, those are the main children, with others appearing in cameos or backgrounds. Pearl, Joe, and Keralis have all been excluded from this group despite being Watchers (in my headcanons at least), due to possibly having different roles in this AU.

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@kamishirosss here's the tag! Sorry this took so long, I got busy-

#mcyt x httyd au #trafficblr #hermitblr #watcher's clutch AU

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riacte · 2 years

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hello hello, would you mind talking about spopera? Specifically, i saw a post a while ago about space twitter (which was hilarious) and... could you please tell me more about that side of the au :D

(also, what's your favourite little thing in spopera?)

YESS spopera!! And omg I LOVE space twitter. We have a #shitposting channel on the server and it’s my home <3 so thanks for the ask!!

(Coincidentally this is also my favourite thing lolol)

Buckle up because it’s gonna be wild 👀

First we have the genesis of all spacetwt discourse: the trans Lumians discourse. Basically some Twitter (the official name for the app is Twilight in this AU but I’m using Twitter because it’s funnier) users think Martyn is transgender False. Because they’re blonde, the same species, and stick with Ren. That’s literally their rationale. It’s a huge conspiracy with users going “prince of hearts 😍” and deeming it’s “transphobic to use f*lse because it’s martyn’s deadname”. Of course people with common sense go “🤨they look different and their freckles are literally different colours🤨” but the trans truthers don’t listen… it’s a huge argument online 😭

Then of course we have the fanfiction!! Exterra RPF!! Who could forget! We have Launchpad (Wattpad) and the Starchive (Ao3) <3 Someone found out Ren was seen as a delinquent when he visited False during their highschool years and boy you would not believe the EXPLOSION of Bad Boy RK content. It’s embarrassing. It’s funny. Bad Boy RK x Reader…. And of course the classic “got sold to RK and Queen of Hearts”. Because the kids would want that.

There is ALSO discourse on how Launchpad and Starchive characterise Bad Boy! RK. Starchive has those 10k delinquent befriending private school student Falseren fics with lowercase lyric titles. Launchpad just has a lot of X Reader fics.

BTW the most popular Exterra RPF fic is called Cold Spells— a parody of Heat Waves of course. It’s exactly what you imagine it is. The second most popular fic is a Medieval AU called a hand to hold until the end. Yes, it’s the 3rd Life AU. Yes, the author has the trafficpose url. (Check out the real owner of trafficpose here for more spopera content!! :D)

So that’s Starchive in a nutshell. However AO3 also exists… as a chemical compound. Someone (we’re thinking Cub) found AO3 and discovered it could be used in starship launchers. Essential, AO3 fuels ships. Yes it’s a pun.

Also the shipping discourse is insane in this universe. The whole “real people shipping is bad and invasive” thing aside, people just love arguing about the ships. The Falseren shippers fight with the Treebark shippers. People ship Ren x Skizz and Ren x Etho or whatever. And Doc. They also ship Ren with his crazy blue stalker (“😍 10k enemies to lovers 😍”). There are also genuine Treebark Truthers 😭 they call the Falseren shippers “comphet” or “heteronormative” or SOMETHING.

You think it can’t get worse. Well, it can! People ship the raceships. Shipshipping. Like, they humanise the freaking ships. The Dogwarts freighter is humanised into a dilf. People would unironically make tweets like “ // shipshipping idk i don’t like how the fandom portrayals falsewell as an old person it’s kinda ageist :( “

NOT TO MENTION THE SUBTWT DRAMA…. part of #hearttwt (False’s subtwt) don’t like Ren because they think he’s problematic and weird and a “Lumian fetishiser”. So we get tweets like “// red king neg DONT WORRY WE’LL SAVE FALSIE FROM THE STINKY MAN” the replies are like “???? They’re literally best friends???”. People also say shit like “my nyooms nyooms 🥺” “my poor glow glow” unironically.

Have some Space Twitter screenshots I made <3 not entirely canon but it’s funny <3

Also I made Space Gacha. This isn’t spoilers I promise—

yeah. so like. fictional discourse is the only part of world building ive contributed to 💀 also we borrowed a ton of stuff from f1 fandom which is just irl spopera BSBFHSBSA

I can imagine it’ll only get worse with time… anyways if you’ve read this far thanks for putting up with this LMAO

#?????#how do I begin to Tag #ask box #answered #space opera au #shipping #even tho it’s fictional rpf shipping #💀💀#long post #yeah this is my fav part of spopera #trafficshipping

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eluminium · 23 days

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me again i also havent actually watched limited life? ive watched like a few very specific minutes in 2 impulse episodes so im not sure if it actually goes along with your logic at all i might watch limited life and get back to you but like skizz wishes for ties to make it to top 3 before he dies and then once impulse gets into the top 3 hes killed by the winner . do you think it would apply there also in impulses episode finale there his life flashes before his eyes and the last thing he thinks of is the ties makes it to top 3 thing thats not related to this it just injured me horribly

I mean, that does make sense...Although I think that Impulse's curse usually manifests earlier in the season than the second to last session. Like his Third Life "everyone's ally, no-ones friend" thing was early on, his involvement with the wither skulls in Last Life was early on, his homewrecking with Bdubs in Double Life was early on and the Secret Tasks in Secret Life were early on.

But if you instead point to Impulse's purpose as being to serve TIES...then we start getting somewhere. Cuz Impulse's entire Limited Life run is (if I remember right) very TIES-centric. He gets villagers for TIES, he helps his fellow TIES members get kills, and he resists the urge to kill or claim a kill on TIES when he was boogey. And the last order from TIES leader, aka Skizz, is the TIES top 3 comment. And then Impulse dies when there are no more TIES members to help and no more TIES orders to follow. Etho, the last member outside of Impulse, dies, and Impulse gets top 3.

Something interesting though is that you'd think Impulse would GET 3rd if his curse was followed to a T. But he gets 2nd. Now this would be kind of a hole in the theory if it wasn't for the fact that Scott is there. The guy who defies fate, who refuses to play along. And it is only because of Scott that Impulse doesn't die 3rd. Scott spared Impulse at the last second by offering an honorable duel between the three of them after he had kicked Impulse's face into the dirt like 3 times in a row. If he didn't, Impulse would have certainly died 3rd.

But in the end, Impulse had completed his purpose. He was doomed to simply be another prop to kill in Martyns story the second that Etho and Pearl died. And, tragically (or comically depending on how you look at it) Scott's act of mercy/refusal to play along simply lead to Impulse being betrayed yet again. Even when it should be impossible, Impulse just cannot stop being betrayed. Guy really got that "Do one thing and then die to betrayal" thing going on.

#el answereth #dose of impulse #SORRY FOR NOT SPOTTING THIS EARLIER #IM REALLY DUMB DUMB #MY BAD

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cobble-stone · 2 years

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broadripple is burning- chapter 9

and i’m wasted, you can taste it, don’t look at me that way because i’ll be hanging from rope, i will haunt you like a ghost

This is it, isn't it? It was so strangely comforting. It was warm, it was bright, it was painless.

ao3 link

previous chapters: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8]

Side note: breaks are for POV switches, I couldn't make this chapter work all from one POV.

Etho had it all laid out, finally connecting the dots, making some sort of sense of the words of Bdubs that he had transcribed the day before. He had gone over the thoughts countless times, finally able to construct a complete story.

Jimmy was killed by Mumbo and Grian. The way that Bdubs described the conversation made it almost sound like Jimmy’s death was accidental, though that may just be him reading too far into things. Shortly after, Mumbo ran away. Lizzie was killed next, and Scott was third on the hit list. From what he can tell, the reason why Lizzie was killed and Scott was the next to die was to prevent them from looking into Jimmy’s disappearance.

Not the smartest move, in Etho’s mind. He would have done what Mumbo did, leaving as soon as he could. Though to be fair, he wasn’t a murderer, so he didn’t even really need to worry about that hypothetical.

And then, of course, Bdubs was just in the wrong place, wrong time, surrounded by the wrong people.

Wrong people was the kind way to say it. Tango left him there to die.

He had once hoped to reconnect with Tango and Skizz. They were brothers once, all of them, they were Team BEST, with their shitty college rock-band that never took off. But now he’d throw his fist into Tango’s face if even given the chance.

He left Bdubs to die.

Maybe he understood why. Tango was drunk, got into a fight, knocked the other person out, and scared of the consequences, he ran. But it was so selfish of him, knowing that he could have killed Bdubs, to have just dumped Bdubs outside, and have ran away. It was so selfish-

You weren’t there either, something in his brain told him.

Etho could play the game of blaming everyone all day, he could trace the lines and connect the dots and plot out exactly who was at fault, whose guilt led them to run away, who should have done more, who should have done less.

It helped nobody.

The guilty still outran their consequences, the innocent were still gone.

“What did I even do all this for? Grian and Impulse are long gone, I could try and turn this in somewhere, but I don’t think anyone’s gonna take ‘I talked to a ghost’ as evidence.” Etho sighed, tossing the journal aside, “This did nothing, and now you’re gonna be gone one of these days....”

One of these days was growing sooner and sooner. He tried not to think about it too much, but he knew that Bdubs was growing more and more distant from the world. It had gotten worse since yesterday, according to him, and was only getting worse.

“You know the truth now,” Bdubs pointed out after a moment.

Etho hummed, “I guess so. But I just—I don’t know. I thought that knowing who was at fault was going to magically make everything better, and it didn’t,” He paused for a moment, “I do that a lot, don’t I. Try to convince myself that one thing will be the solution to all my problems, but it never is,” he said, chuckling softly to try and lighten the mood, in contrast to how personal he got.

“I’m still here, stupid. Don’t get all sad on me yet.”

Etho laughed, “That is true, you’re still here…” He hesitated, leaving off for now. “And I guess it’s good that we both know basically everything now, in regards to this.”

“Not everything for me.” Bdubs started, “You said I left a letter. I want to know what it says.”

Etho was confused. “The note? Why would you want to see that—I mean, it was faked, right?”

“Did you ever read it?”

Etho shook his head.

“Why not?”

“I…” his voice trailed off, as he racked his brain to find the right words, “I knew you didn’t. But I just- I guess I was afraid to read it, because there was still a chance, and I just-” He took a deep breath, recomposing his thoughts, trying to get himself back on track. “But it isn’t real. So I can open it now.” Etho asked, looking at the folded-up paper that he had danced around for ages.

He held the paper in his hands, turning it over a few times. Etho took another deep breath, and then opened it.

It wasn’t Bdubs’ handwriting. It looked similar, terrifyingly similar, but it wasn’t. Just the work of a talented forgery. But it was hard not to feel a pang through his heart, no matter how many times he kept note of the differences in handwriting, how this person crossed out their mistakes in one line while Bdubs would scribble it out, how this person remembered to dot their I’s while Bdubs wouldn’t.

He kept those differences in the forefront of his mind, trying to constantly remind himself that this handwriting didn’t belong to Bdubs.

The most notable part to him was that it never even used Etho’s name. It made sense to him, he doubted that either Grian or Impulse knew that he and Bdubs were married, they probably just took note of the ring on Bdubs’ finger and made something up, to try and keep people off their tail.

“This is a load of horse crap.”

Etho chuckled at how lighthearted Bdubs’ response was in comparison to how dark the writing was. “I guess it is, huh.”

“We should burn it.”

“Exactly what I was thinking. I have a couple other things I want to burn too, I’ll go grab them.”

~~~

There was that barrier again, constant, only getting stronger.

Of course, it wasn’t a real barrier, only one that he had imagined. One between his thoughts and the world around, one that made the world feel so fake, one that reminded Bdubs constantly that he was going to fade away so soon, it could be days, it could be minutes, it could be seconds.

When he brought it up to Etho again, Etho had guessed it was because they had figured out the reason why he died, that he had no real reason to stay on the mortal plane, unfinished business had been finished. That’s how ghosts worked in stories, at least, Etho had said.

Bdubs didn’t think his business was finished, it wouldn’t be until Etho and Cleo were with him. He wanted to stay by the side of his friends, that was his true business.

It all gave him a headache. He tried not to think about it.

Etho walked back into the room, holding a metal trash can, and a few photos, the photographs that Bdubs remembered seeing when he had first woken up. Specifically the ones of him, Etho, and two others, the two others being people he now recognized as Tango and Skizz.

He grabbed the ring off the floor, and typed out “You’re going to burn those?”

Etho shrugged, “Not the whole photo, just the parts with Tango,” he said, while carefully tearing the photos. Bdubs looked over to see pieces of photos of Etho and Bdubs sat in one pile, and then Tango and Skizz in another.

Apparently he had stood up too fast, because Bdubs was getting lightheaded again. He sat back down on the ground, passing the ring from one hand to another.

Etho opened the window, and sat down across from him, the metal trash can between the two of them. “You ready to see stuff burn?”

“Yes.”

Etho threw the scraps of photos into the trash can, and once he lit the letter on fire, he let it fall into the can as well. Something was therapeutic about watching it burn, watching the flames dance around each other, as the paper slowly turn to ash.

Etho looked like he felt the same, face calm, almost smiling slightly, as he watched the photos disintegrate into smoke. “I hope the fire alarm doesn’t go off, that would really interrupt the moment.”

Bdubs laughed, looking away from the fire to respond, “You just ruined it yourself.”

“I did not-” Etho protested, as the last of the flames faded out, leaving a pile of ash in the bottom of the can. He scooted the trash can to the side, just out of reach of both of them, “I’ll just clean that up later.”

“Will you?”

He frowned, “I will, I’m making it my new project.”

He didn’t believe Etho for a second. “Good luck with that.”

Etho laughed, “You know, you are the rudest ghost I have ever met. Granted, you’re the only ghost I’ve ever met, and you’re you, so I don’t know what I expected.”

Bdubs started to plan out a snarky response, thinking something along the lines of I’m the best ghost you ever met, he’d workshop it.

But it seems the universe had other plans.

As he reached his hand out the ring clattered to the ground, the sound of metal against hardwood echoing through the apartment. Bdubs saw it against the hardwood through his fading fingertips, as his hands slowly turned transparent, disappearing from the world.

It took him aback for a second, in all his time as a ghost, he had always seen himself whole. But now he was starting to fade away, tracing up his arms and legs, turning him transparent, into nothing.

Oh. This is it, isn't it?

The strangest part was that it was warm, like he was melting into sand, into sun. It was still so strangely comforting.

“Bdubs? Are you okay?” Etho had asked.

"Etho- I think I'm dying."

He knew Etho wouldn't respond, he could scream and shout until his throat gave out, until his lungs caved in, he could have yelled his name for all of eternity and Bdubs knew he would never be heard.

But he had to make himself known, in any way possible. Etho needed to know.

He stumbled walking on decomposing legs, trudging as every fiber of his being fought against him. Every ounce of his strength grew weaker by the step, but he had to get to Etho.

He collapsed into Etho’s arms, and was surprised to feel something, to feel the body of someone instead of the cold hard floor below. Etho grunted slightly, not expecting the weight, but a second later he could feel arms wrap around him

Bdubs opened his eyes, only to see Etho looking back, directly into his eyes. He can see me.

"I'm sorry to leave you again," he said, with a slight chuckle. "I'll wait on you, Etho."

Dying was painful the first time, fading into an endless darkness, cold and alone. It was brighter this time, but his arms and legs still slowly dissolved into thin air, soon his body, his head, his heart would be gone too.

It was warm, it was bright, it was painless.

I'll wait on you, Etho.

~~~

A ring clattered to the ground, echoing all throughout the apartment.

“Bdubs? Are you okay?” Etho asked, knowing he wouldn’t get an answer.

But he still waited, hoping for something, any indication that Bdubs was okay.

Something collapsed into his arms. Something warm. Human. He immediately felt himself tense up, not expecting the sudden weight to be dropped into his lap, but looked down at what it was.

It was Bdubs, looking right back at him. He was there. I can see him.

Etho immediately held onto the form, holding tightly, feeling the warmth of another person against him for the first time in ages, his Bdubs was back in his arms. But a second later, he noticed the translucent arms that tried to cling on back, and noticed the fact that the person in his arms was slowly disappearing from the world.

This is it, isn't it?

When Bdubs left his life for the first time, the news sent him spiraling, thoughts of how he could have done more, he should have done more, he should have at the very least given a proper goodbye. And now that he was given the chance to rectify his mistake, he couldn’t.

He should be happy, right? Happy that he got a chance to reunite, happy he got the chance to say his proper goodbyes and move on. He was given so much, and yet, it still wasn't enough. The words of farewell now sat on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn’t bear to open his mouth to say it.

If he said goodbye now, it would be true. So, instead, he lied to himself, that if he clung on a little tighter, the fading ghost in his arms would stay for just a little longer.

Etho closed his eyes, not able to bear the sight of watching Bdubs disappear. as the warm body he held in his arms slowly turned into nothing. He could swear, just for a second, he could hear Bdubs’ voice say his name.

Before he knew it, he was alone again.

"I'm gonna miss you buddy. I love you."

#last life fic #last life #etho #bdubs #ethubs #broadripple au #it's completed! it's done! i can return to not being productive ever now

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micer2012 · 3 years

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no cure is coming, you know (LLSMP Fic)

A few months into Last Life, Skizz and Tango are some of the only members to still hold onto their humanity. With Tango the only member on dark green and Skizz on yellow, Skizz is cursed as the Boogeyman at the beginning of their session. He knows that without hesitation, without question Tango will give one of lives to him… and that’s exactly the problem. [3k words] [crossposted on ao3]

just trust in me, my dear… no cure is coming near.

“Skizz! Countdown time!”

Skizz heard Tango’s voice coming from one of the top layers of their castle, their home. He put down the axe he had been using and ran inside the castle, shutting the door behind him.

“Boogey time?” Skizz called. “Boogey time, my brother!” Tango responded, barreling down the stairs to meet Skizz.

And right on cue, as the moon hit the highest point in the sky, the countdown began in their heads. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1…

Silence filled their home.

“Nothing. You good?” “Yeah! Yeah, ob-viously. What, were you worried?”

Tango laughed. “I- I mean a little. I gotta be worried a little. There’s what.. 5 non-reds left?”

“And MY teammate is the only one who’s still on dark green.” Skizz boasted, hand on his chest.

Tango punched him playfully, snickering. “Don’t get so high and mighty! I went from.. What, 11 lives? Down to a measly 4.” “That’s only because you were such a good sport about it, Tango Tops. You coulda kept those for yourself, y’know. Been the schamaze of all time.”

“Ha!. Suppose it would have been. But- but I bet we’d have FAR more enemies. It would not have been a good idea to be on that many people’s bad sides that early…” “I coulda took em.”

Tango laughed again. “Y’think? Etho and Bdubs? Cleo?” “I coulda took em. If they were trying to hurt my best friend.”

Tango smiled sadly at him, before looking down. “I wouldn’t want you to lose any more of your own lives because of My theoretical jerk move.” Skizz just looked at his friend, before sitting down on the floor, gesturing wildly with his hands. “Well, Theoretically, I wouldn’t lose any lives then! I’d just do a super good job, and kill them down to 0.” Tango let out another laugh. “Says the guy who lost his life to a mob!”

Skizz pointed his finger accusatory at Tango, still criss-cross applesauce on the ground. “Hey, it wasn’t a ’’’mob’’’ it was a BABY ZOMBIE. You KNOW how much I hate those Lil’ annoying kids! Those- Those are more dangerous than most of the people on this server. THEY are the ones with the bloodlust, I’m tellin you.”

Tango laughed again. “Heh, suppose you’re right. At least it wasn’t an enderman, right?” Skizz narrowed his eyes. Yellow, but the sclera were still tinted purple from the… events of the previous season. “Tango Tops, if I had lost my first life to an enderman AGAIN, I think I would have just quit the server.” Tango snickered. “True that! True that. Alright, I’m gonna go back to my scouting.” Skizz pushed himself up from the floor. “Of course! I’ll be.. I think I might go caving.” Tango turned back to meet his eyes. “W… Will you be far from the base?”

Skizz paused, and then shook his head, hands up. “No, no! Just like, tunneling nearby. I won’t.. I’m not leaving our base, I’m not leaving you here with the.. With those Swarms.”

Tango nodded. “Of course, of course just.. Just checking. Are.. Are you sure you want to go out alone? The boogeyman just got chosen and- and you’re… one of the 4 victi-”

“Hey, don’t you talk like that. You’re a much higher target than me, and you Know I can take care of myself, right?” Tango looked to him, then looked away. “I’m just.. On- on second thought, you’re sure you don’t want me to come? We can go mining together, better- better to have eachother’s backs.” “Then the castle will be unprotected.” “I don’t care. Better it get raided than us.” “No, this- this is our Last bastion. We CAN’T let this fall, then.. Then we’d have nothin’, Tops!”

Tango’s eyes were soft when he looked back up at Skizz. “If I lose you, then I’ll have nothing.”

Skizz was taken aback. He froze for a few moments, before walking over and putting his black-stained hands onto Tango’s shoulders. “Hey, d-don’t talk like that. I’m not going anywhere! F-FIRST sign of danger, I’m calling you and running back home. Okay, buddy?” Tango nodded. “Yeah.. Yeah. Okay. Be-be careful.” Skizz patted his shoulders, before walking out to leave the base. “Of course, Tops! Nothing bad’s ever gonna happen to your buddy Skizz.”

❤❤❤

You are the boogeyman. You must by any means necessary kill a green or yellow name by direct action to be cured of the curse. If you fail, next session you will become a red name. All loyalties and friendships are removed when you are the boogeyman.

Skizz looked down at the message sent to him on his communicator, hands shaking so much it was hard to read the screen.

But he didn’t need to read the screen, he had heard the message beamed loud and clear into his own head. He- He had lied and Tango had believed it. Tango would believe anything he said. He knew that- He- He knew the second he told Tango he was the boogeyman, his friend would immediately let him take one of his lives and free Skizz from the curse. He probably wouldn’t even be mad that Skizz had lied to him earlier.

Skizz had dug himself a hole in the wall of one of the mountains near their base, 10 deep and covered up. He paced the 3x2 room he had made now, this tomb, ranting to himself. He needed to get his thoughts out SOME way.

“Ok. So.So I-I’ve gotta get SOMEONE. A green or y.. Oh, this WHOLE time too I thought killing one of the reds would be fine- THAT would be too easy huh?? We’ve got HOARDS and hoards of hostile reds trying to hunt us down every moment, targeting us like mobs- but NOO. Nooo, it’s gotta be one of the people who’ve still got humanity, huh? Cruel. CRUEL trick to play on Skizz.”

Hand on his head, he scrolled through the list of names on the communicator. He and Cleo were on yellow, BigB and Lizzie were on green… Tango was on dark green. He scrolled back down, cutting off Tango’s name. No. No, that was off the table.

“T..Tango Tops has got the best chance of winning right now out of all of us. Even- not just Life wise, but he’s sharp. Tango’s a sharp cookie. Right now, he’s got the best shot of winning.”

He kept looking at his communicator, before shoving it back into his pocket and groaning, hand on his face. “GAAAGHH, WHY DOES IT GOTTA BE A GREEN OR YELLOW?? L--Lizzie and BigB and Cleo, they’re still up this long because they’re Set up. They’ve Got an alliance, they- they’re untouchable to the reds. I surely won’t be able to be touching them!! ‘Specially without Tango’s help!!” He gripped his face, growling again, before punching the cobblestone wall to the side of him. “And-And I CAN’T tell Tango this. I’m not bringing him into some.. Into some yellow and green fistfight. He’s gotta stay safe, he’s the biggest target on the server.” Skizz was breathing heavily, adrenaline that had been building up leaving as his hand stood in place in the small crater he had made in the wall. “He..He’s gotta stay safe. He’s got the biggest chance of surviving out of everyone. I..” Skizz withdrew his fist, balling it up and rubbing it with his other hand. It hurt. “I can’t do that to him. I’m not gonna be the one who hinders my buddy’s chance.”

The adrenaline gone, Skizz just stood in his little 2x3 box, the chill of what he had to do running up his spine. He kept running his hand over his other hand. “I...I can’t do that to him.”

❤❤❤

He had memories of being reckless and running into battle. Of- Of the loyalty to his friends and the stab of betrayal overcoming his senses, along.. Along with the drive to kill. The drive to dig his sword through Impulse’s heart, through Grian’s, through Tango’s, it.. It was the worst feeling he had ever felt in his life, and it had completely enveloped him.

He remembered Ren crying out, asking him what he was doing. He had convinced himself he was doing it for their benefit, right? Skizz had screamed, as he ran towards the castle, he was doing it for the Red Army. For the only people who defended him. For the only people who gave him a chance. And that chance he had immediately squandered, leaving the Red Army with 1 man less the coming week and.. And leading to Skizz having to watch his friends run into a battle that all of them knew they weren’t going to be coming out of. Skizz had known that when he surged the Crastle too. This was a death game, only one person could make it out alive, and they were all resigned that they were not gonna be that lucky winner.

Skizz ran his hand over the scars around his mouth. Vertical slits where his face had torn itself open, enderman hostility Not mixing well with his human anatomy. His arms were stained black too, not that he had noticed, taken how often they had been stained with blood.

A voice that sounded like his own was talking in the back of his head, reminding him that He was the boogeyman, and reminding him of what he needed to do. Like he could forget.

❤❤❤

Tango was holding his hand, and the two of them were bolting. A swarm of reds, what used to be the southlanders, was chasing them, and their base was already compromised. There were only a few minutes left of this session, if- if the two of them could just get to safety-

“HERE! TANGO, FOLLOW ME!” Skizz let go of Tango’s hand and started digging into the wall, into the cobblestone he had used to patch up his Vent Hole from earlier today. Tango followed after him, panting, as they dug their way into the wall and closed the opening behind them.

“Th...D’ya think we’re safe here?” Tango managed between breaths. Skizz was breathing heavily too, holding his chest. It sounded like the man was about to pass out, whole body leaning onto the cave wall. “Skizz.. Woah, Skizz buddy, take some breaths. The sessions almost over I- I think we’re good.”

When Tango went to go put his hand onto Skizz’s shoulders, he jolted back, chest still heaving.

“Th.. The sessions almost over?” The words sounded incredibly pained.

“Y-Yeah. Few minutes til midnight.” “Few minutes til midnight…” Skizz stuck on the words, and then slumped down against the wall, falling into a sitting position. He was still holding his chest.

“I don’t think anyone’s been killed by the boogeyman yet, right? All the deaths have been red.”

Skizz, still slumped over, did not react to this news.

“...This’ll be the first week where the killer fails, if something doesn’t happen in the next minute..”

A pained sob was expelled from Skizz, shaking his entire body.

“S-Woah, Skizz? Are you- did you get hit? I have regen potions, are- what’s wrong?”

Skizz was shaking now, trying to not make noise as the tears ran down his face. He was failing.

“Talk to me man, use your words. I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s going on.” Tango was kneeling next to him, also on the floor now.

The tears hurt Skizz as they surged down his face.. A kind of singing burn, like his cheeks were being branded. It had been happening ever since 3rd Life ended, a side effect of the whole enderman thing. It was excruciatingly painful when he was crying big, painful, tears like now, but not as painful as his mind was. Not as painful as knowing what he had to do was.

He could hear the countdown in his own mind. Second by second it ticked by, and the letters filled his brain and his vision with large red text. It was screaming at him. He was screaming back at it, desperately trying to get it to shut up. There were other voices in his mind too, screaming and crying and tugging at him. He can’t do this, He has to do this, Why won’t he get it over with and do it already? He’s learned nothing from last season, keeping this in is just gonna make this more painful for both of them, he deserves all this pain for what he put Tango through.

He was gripping himself with both his arms now, shaking. All of his senses were screaming that he had T-60 seconds left to kill a green or yellow name.

“I.. I-” Skizz managed, voice cracking. “Yes?” “I feel like I’m gonna throw up.”

“Oh!” Tango moved away from his best friend slightly. “Uh, Here, I have a bucket. Let me pour out the water.. Here. Here you go, buddy.”

Skizz was holding the bucket now. His darkstained hands were holding on so tight, it looked like the steel might crack. Not just his hands now, it looked.. It looked like his entire arms were turning black in a veinlike pattern. Tango couldn’t see his face.

Skizz kept hold on the bucket. T-50 seconds left. He had to get on with it.

Skizz slowly moved his hands to the buckles of his chestplate, and started undoing them.

“Wh- What are you doing? Are you hot?”

Skizz pulled the chestplate over his head, and set it aside. “I-I uh Drats I just. Poured out the water. Um, I’ve got.. potio-”

“Tango. Look at me.”

Tango turned back and focused his eyes on his friend. The tears were still running down his face leaving burnmarks on his cheeks, his eyes were still covered, his.. His chestplate was off. The blackness in his veins ran across all the space his skin was visible and.. and he was shaking like an egg about to crack.

T-40. “You- you remember what you said about the boogeyman not killing yet, right?” His voice was shaky, like the words hurt to get out.

Tango’s face was frozen, and then dropped.

“Skizz.. No. NO.”

Skizz’s grip on the bucket got tighter. T-35.

“Skizz I- Skizz, you KNOW if you had just told me I would help you get a kill ri- Ok.Ok, No I’m not mad. There’s no time to get mad, I’m not mad at you, I’m just.. Skizz, you know this isn’t going to break our alliance, right? I’ve told you countless times, I trust you.”

Skizz convulsed like he was trying to hold in another sob, eyes still not meeting Tango’s.

“I’m… I’m not mad. I’ve got 4 lives left, I in no way think less of you. This was inevitable.”

T-25. “Here.” Tango took Skizz’s hands, cold and limp in his grip, and placed his Netherite Sword into his hands. They had only had enough to make a sword for Tango- of course, Skizz had found the Netherite first, but insisted it was used on his buddy.

“Do what needs to be done. I won’t think any less of you.”

Tango spread his arms out now, crouched in front of Skizz.

15.

Do what needs to be done. Skizz..Skizz needs to do what needs to be done, alright. It didn’t make it hurt any less, knowing this was what he had to do. It didn’t make him any less scared.

10.

This was the worst case scenario. Tango had the greatest chance out of all of them of living.

Skizz certainly had no chance. And he didn’t want to drag his only friend, his brother down with him. Like he had dragged the Red Army with his own selfishness.

Tango had the best chance of winning out of all of them.

His hands were shaky as he moved the sword into the correct position, inches from his heart.

Skizz was scared.

“DO IT ALREADY!” Tango yelled, arms thrown out and eyes squeezed shut.

Skizz drove the blade through his chest, piercing his heart.

Piercing his heart.

“Wh-” Tango opened his eyes, and screamed. That scream was the last thing Skizz heard before his vision went black.

“N-NO WHAT- WH NO.NONO” Tango was holding his body. “NO, N- I’VE GOT HEALING ITEMS. I’VE GOT POTIONS, OKAY? ST-STAY IN THERE BUDDY-”

Tango was frantically shifting through his inventory, holding Skizz’s corpse in his other hand.

The second his hands found his way upon an apple, lightning was heard outside the cave.

It pierced through everyone’s hearts, a shot in the air heard serverwide.

When Tango looked back to the body it was gone, the only sign left of his brother being a pile of still items.

“No. N-No. No, I- I was at gr.. No, No h..this. This has to be a dream, th- this has to be a nightmare I- I can’t.. I, I can’t……………” Tango’s voice trailed off into incomprehensible quiet sobbing. He was curled up in a pile around the items, holding close the only remainder of his friend. The only thing that he had left period, since the castle had been taken… But he would have took a thousand structures falling to keep his friend. He… He would have done anything to keep his friend. Both Skizz and him knew that.

❤❤❤

Skizz had respawned in the spruce forest. He was leaning against a tree, still weak on his feet. There was a hole in the middle of his chest, and it hadn’t stopped bleeding.

The reds weren’t gonna hurt him now, he had become one of them. A murderer, just like them.

The curse needed a green or a yellow’s life taken to be broken, and he sure had a spare yellow life.

He wasn’t gonna let his own incompetence, his own selfishness doom the fate of his friend again. Tango had the best chance of winning, and he needed to keep all 4 of those lives.

As-as a red he could help too, right? Pick off any other reds that make claims on his friend. Of.. Of course, he couldn’t speak to his friend anymore. He couldn’t see him. He couldn’t even get his stuff.

It was better this way. Tango had the greatest chance of winning, and he was only going to hinder that chance.

He took his communicator out of his pocket, hands still shaking. They were covered in red now, and the communicator’s screen was splattered with red as well.

Skizzleman was killed by Skizzleman using [YOU BET YOUR LIFE]

LDShadowLady> …

Grian> WHAT

SolidarityGaming> ?????

Skizz looked down at the screen.

Tango hadn’t typed anything.

He put the communicator back into his pocket.

This session was ending now. And the next session might be his last. But he didn’t care, his own life didn’t matter, as long as he used his corpse to lift his brother to the win.

He had learned from season 1, hadn’t he?

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riacte · 3 years

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A bit of 3rd Life SMP meta speculation

(Feat. Hermitcraft because as much as I hate clogging up the tag, it’s hard to ignore HC when half of 3rd Lifers are hermits)

It’s been assumed Grian is the main organiser. I also think he’s been organising this for quite a while (the cast is from everywhere, need to find a date/ time that everyone is available to play). So I don’t think this series started because of the Caves and Cliffs split (since people are wondering if the hermits can do a miniseries for half a year).

A few months ago, the hermits asked what content we like to see. The answer was unanimous among all viewers— we would like to see more collabs. Specifically the organic kind. We asked, and the hermits delivered. This possibly lead to the proximity chat addition AND the weekly Hermits Help Hermits streams which have been a huge success so far. Everyone loved the streams. Everyone loved the sense of community. Everyone loved the collabs even if they were spontaneous (or maybe because they were spontaneous). I don’t know if the birth of 3rd Life as an idea preceded HHH (which started a month ago), but I won’t be surprised if the success of HHH encouraged 3rd Life.

So it seems natural Grian would want to start a prox chat series that is specifically designed for interaction between fourteen players (small world border, same playing time). Since the audience loves it so much. A lot of the non-hermits he invited have ties with other hermits, and the audience seem to love the crossover content (eg. Skizz and team ZITS, Joel and Skizz in Among Us). So more friends and more collaboration? Everyone wants that! It’s also a nice opportunity for everyone to hang out and get to know each other.

The format of 3rd Life is similar to two existing things— X Life and Demise (from Hermitcraft 6). X Life is a pretty successful series (there is a overlap between the X Life and 3rd Life members). Demise has been hugely successful and popular among the Hermitcraft audience (which is also Grian’s, the organiser’s, main audience). I won’t say Demise is one of the most popular arcs (that would have to contend with at least Area 77), but it was very influential and exciting. It makes sense to take inspiration from two popular series/events.

Another feature of 3rd Life is: it’s low effort on the CC’s part (at least, compared with their usual content). It’s just.... chilling with friends for three hours on a Friday. You don’t need to prep, you CAN’T prep. You can’t go on the server. Scripting storylines? Nah. You can think of ideas, but a lot of the 3rd Lifers are going along with the flow (from what I’ve seen). It’s probably a refreshing change for at least the hermits who spend five hours grinding resources for a three hour build. And they’re making content and income as well. It doesn’t affect their usual working schedule or creativity when it comes to builds/redstone.

I want to say three hours each week is probably a perfect length. Three hours— that’s around the length of an average stream/MCC (although streams vary from streamer to streamer). The 3rd Lifers can go around talking and interacting with friends for three hours. To them, three hours is a typical work session. So it’s not like they suddenly spend 8 hours on 3rd Life. Low-effort, but the content is still entertaining. Double win!

So. Time for some speculation since Grian did say this was an “experimental” series.

1) New hermits mayhaps? Several members (eg. Skizz, Joel) are popular choices for potential new hermits. We’ve already established that they have on screen chemistry, so maybe 3rd Life is to see if they can work well backstage? Although I think it’s been said the hermits aren’t looking for new members. It’s still nice to work with new people though.

2) Test for potential miniseries in response to 1.17 split? This was one of the community’s solutions to the split (others being pulling a S6, living in the Nether and resetting the overworld, or simply extending S7) Like, I don’t think 3rd Life started being organised after 1.17 split was announced, buuuut if 3rd Life works well, it may pave the way for a similar series for Hermitcraft. Or at least give them another option in case they want to end S7 but not start S8.

3) This is lowkey reminding me of the hermits’ old series (Hardcore Hermits, Hunt the Hermit, etc). I think the subreddit mods said that didn’t do well in the later seasons so they stopped? But now it’s been years, there’s the addition of the famous Grian, the trend for mcyt content has shifted etc etc. So this could maybe be the start of a new “yearly” miniseries? Like Season 1 of 3rd Life.

It’s probably kinda of early for this, and this is all pure speculation, but idk I think my immediate response to anything the hermits do is “meta”.

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