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I posted 39 times in 2022

That's 39 more posts than 2021!

31 posts created (79%)

8 posts reblogged (21%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@hermitcrossovers

@emptober

@sixteenth-days

@redwinterroses

@aetherthetypo

I tagged 39 of my posts in 2022

#nightraider writes - 28 posts

#writing - 26 posts

#empires smp - 13 posts

#writeblr - 13 posts

#poem - 12 posts

#pearlescentmoon - 9 posts

#writers on tumblr - 8 posts

#geminitay - 7 posts

#hermitcraft - 6 posts

#mythical sausage - 6 posts

Longest Tag: 74 characters

#like i know they say dont talk to strangers on the internet but if i didnt

My Top Posts in 2022:

There's a reason

It's called the Afterlife

It's a stopover

To the next life

A sort of punishment or reward

For how you lived

Ten lives you have

Each time a new body

Assigned to your soul

A brother and sister

Close as can be

Abandoned responsibilities

Now split in a warring species

The Farmer and the Sorcerer

They died for their Kingdoms

To sainthood and angelhood

They ascend

Two pairs of lovers

The mighty Ocean Queen

And the lover of the Sea

Reduced to a raccoon

And a firey blaze

Their counterparts

The Elf and the Cod

Now an inchling and thornling

The can't touch each other

The Jungle King felt guilt

For terrorizing the Gnome

So he takes it upon himself

To become Shulk a protect

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180 notes - Posted March 18, 2022

Becoming Terrible and Beautiful

It's rather difficult to explain what it feels like to wither.

There's a monster inside Pearl, scraping out her guts and roaring. She supposes that's what anger and fear feels like. Her fingers are black, and so are her wings. Soot peels away from her dress. Sweat drips from her forehead. The breath in her lungs comes hard and fast and her eyelids flutter. Sausage is calling her name; she's calling his.

The last thing she feels is the burning in her heart.

Then her world is sunk in black, and the only light are the pinpricks of stars in the distance. She can't see, can't feel. There's no pain in her wings, or in her stomach, and her limbs no longer feel heavy. Pearl is dead, and this is her limbo.

It's really quite lonely in the space between.

Pearl may not have a physical body to feel, but her heart aches for those left behind. She worries for her pets, and Sausage and Gem and fWip. If Pearl had a body, tears would be streaming down her cheeks and blurring her vision. She'd be scraping her hair out, and struggle to breath.

But she's not. Instead, she floats in darkness, waiting for what comes next. The Void wraps around her, enveloping her in a hug. The world is dark, and she is dead and alone, but that's ok.

Because here's the thing about darkness and death. You cannot come out unchanged. You cannot leave nothing and everything without leaving a bit of yourself and taking some extra. So when Pearl emerges, she feels like she is owed much more than what was taken. The darkness took her mortality, her ties to the living realm. She takes back life, but a different kind, and yanks on a bit more, because is it not what she is owed? Gold and green sparks fill her vision, and molten metal floods her veins.

And the universe whispers who are you?

And she replies I am Pearlescentmoon.

And the universe whispers what are you?

And she replies a god.

And the universe whispers what will you do?

And she replies protect. Give second chances.

Because is that not what happened to her? This is her second chance. But it was not given. No, it was taken, by force and sheer willpower. She has always been a fighter, always with wolves by her side. They crowd around her now, and she's no longer alone. A shepherd's staff materialises in her hand. It is made out of wood, oak, and tipped with gold. It feels right, like it was made for her. A sword is strapped to her waist as well, a perfect replica of the one she used when she was alive. Her golden wings wrap themselves around her, like a hug. It makes her feel complete.

Finally, there's a light in the Void. A tiny dot of light shines in the distance, and Pearl knows it's the end. It grows brighter and brighter and brighter, until it's like looking at the sun. It burns, but she burns faster, harder, brighter. She exudes her energy, and takes control of the reins. But the light still fills her eyes, and she's blind, so she tugs on the reins, left, right, oops-

Then she blinks, and she's laying on the ground. Grass tickles her face, and another body lays on top of her. She closes her eyes. Pearl isn't quite ready to deal with anything yet. Besides, it's nice on the ground. The soft breeze, and the rhythmic breathing of the other person. The sound of voices starts, as well as footsteps landing. She opens her eyes to see Gem? is lying on top of her.

Somehow, she knows. This isn't her Gem. But she'll take it nevertheless.

Pearl gets up, gently shoving the other woman off. They seem to be in a small depression in the ground, a cave entrance to their left. She looks up, and the sun shines in her eyes. Bringing a hand up, she squints up at the rim of the hole.

And twenty-one faces stare back.

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Alright! This is actually quite long compared to everything else I've posted, so uh hey! Thanks for reading! Once again, constructive feedback is always welcome, and so are reblogs. This was also based on this post by @theminecraftbee (sorry for the pings, mate).

I really worked hard on this one, over maybe three weeks. The sort of thought process throughout this one, is what does a phoenix feel when it burns then comes back? I imagine it would hurt, and then you just... exist until you or someone else pulls you out. And Pearl has always been a fighter (cough cough double life cough cough Xornoth fight) so I think she'd claw and kick and scratch her way out. Of course, she ends up on Hermitcraft, where everyone is a god (or vaguely immortal or not human).

237 notes - Posted September 4, 2022

Chains of Daisies

There are always flowers on Cleo.

Tucked behind her ear, or growing out of her orange mane, you can always smell the flowers. They are her trademark item, bringing sweet scents everywhere she goes.

It was Joe who started it. When she joined in season two, he remarked how plain she looked. Of course, Cleo wacked him, but he just ran away. She thought that was the last she'd see of him, but he came back a few minutes later, arms full of seeds and flowers. "Rotten flesh is like fertilzer, right? So you're the perfect place to grow flowers!" he informed her.

They started with the yellow roses. Joe braided them into her hair with practiced ease. He did this often for his daughter, he explained. The seeds were planted seeds in her skull. "They represent friendship," Joe mused. "Do they now?" she replied. He pulls out daffodils and plants them in her chest. "New beginnings and relationships." A dandelion in her shoulder. "Wishes for the future." She smiled at him. "Thanks, Joe."

It became tradtion to plant flowers at the beginning of a season. Sometimes it would be alliums, other times magnolias. Whatever it was, it was thing for her and Joe.

When Third Life came around, Joe wasn't there. So she scavenged around the server for seeds, and had Bdubs help her plant them. The only seeds she could find within the borders were purple hyacinths, for all the others had been claimed. On her final death, flowers bloomed.

Last Life was hectic. There were no flowers around to embed in her body, and the danger of the boogeyman loomed over to scavenge for more. When she allied with Scott, he gave her a small blessing. Flowers of her choosing would bloom, no matter when or how. It is rather uncomfortable to feel roots suddenly wrap around a still heart, but what can you do? A gift is a gift.

She prefers planting them with Joe, though.

During Double Life, the flowers grew rather involuntarily. Sunflowers wrapped their stems around her sternum, hopeful for the future. Over the course of the first session, they slowly began to wilt. By the end, black dahlias grew out of her hair and daisies wrapped around her wrist. When she set the Keep on fire, orange tulips wound around the hilt of her sword. And when she died for the last time, daffodils bloomed from her blood.

There are always flowers on Cleo.

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This is based on this prompt by @theminecraftbee for their ask game. I really had fun writing this, and plan to write for more of their prompts if they're ok with it. Ok, enjoy!

251 notes - Posted August 13, 2022

Here's the thing about starting again.

It's jarring to be yanked out of the void you called home for the last four months. You land on top of the others, on a cold stony beach. The parrot man rips his suit off, and stretches his wings. You do the same. It's such a relief to be out, but you're reluctant to part with your friends, no, family. You all blink at the sunlight, and savor the warmth on your skin. It's time to start over.

Here's the thing about starting again.

You maybe, sort of feel guilty that you left her behind, although she did the same. She arrived on majestic eagle, the same one she escaped on. It's very difficult to look each other in the eye, so you don't. Instead, you both run opposite directions and feign ignorance.

Here's the thing about starting again.

You come back from the cold islands different. You fall and fall until you reach the ground. Then you realize everyone shifted in the in-between of seasons. Your best friend pulled through, although no-one but him knows how he did it. You shrug it off and help him with the starter hut.

Here's the thing about starting again.

You know you died. It happened when the moon crashed and smashed you to bits. But you shrug it off, and build a monolith out of broken pieces of moon. Fitting, considering what happened. This time 'round, you are a King, a ruler. You won't die this time.

Here's the thing about the world being born again.

In the beginning, you were together. At the end, you were together. And now you start again, the same song and dance. If this world ends like the last, then at least you're together.

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A small piece I've been writing since the season began. Very happy with this one.

256 notes - Posted June 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

The sword in the medicine cabinet

There is a sword in the medicine cabinet.

And one under the bed, and in the hall, and in the iron farm, and stashed inside the door and strapped to False's waist and-

Ok. Maybe False is a bit paranoid. Maybe little more than a bit. The poison next to the sink probably is a sign. But she has every reason to be. She's woken up in a strange world, with no memories or friends, and everything's a little crap right now, so forgive her for being cautious.

False is fine.

She's starting to settle in. There's a rhythm and a schedule she sticks to, trying to get home. False builds and builds and builds until she's too tired to place another block. Her empire, or her temporary one, is taking shape, and she's quite content.

And sure, she's made a friend. Or two. Although she's heard fWip is friends with everyone, and Sausage just doesn't feel right. So maybe they're out to get her. Probably. In fact, maybe she should put another sword in the wheat field. Yes, that's a great idea. If everyone is out to get her, it's great to be prepared.

False is fine.

Besides, some memories are coming back. And they're all the more reason not to trust.

Whenever she holds an orange tulip there's a pain in her back, as though she's being stabbed. She sees a woman with the reddest hair, holding her in her arms. Her eyes are green, like emeralds, and they are full or tears. "I'm sorry," she mutters, sliding a knife out. "I promise I never meant to hurt you." False gasps for air, coughing up blood. "T-traitor," she rasps. Then she snaps back to reality. Her hands are sweaty, and the tulip is crushed. She decides to throw the remains into the lava.

The kingdom of Dawn won't receive visits from her any time soon.

Other times, she dreams. There's a long tunnel, and a woman dressed in pink. She wears a crown of flowers, chocolate hair contrasting with it. False stands, as she walks away, towards the light. "Wait!" she tries to scream. "I'm coming!" Her limbs won't move. The lady keeps going. "Come on, Falsie! Hurry up!" It echoes around her, taunting her frozen limbs. It's suddenly freezing in the tunnel, so she looks down. With horror, she realizes her legs are frosted over, and the ice is climbing to her neck. Desperately she tries to move, but it covers her vision in a blue tint. Breathing is hard through the ice, she suffocating, there's no oxygen she's going to die-

Then she jolts awake in bed, tangled in blankets. Her cat is snuggled by her feet, and the chicken is roosting on the bedside table. She tries to untangle herself quietly, but her cat gives a growl. She resolves to sort it out in the morning.

False is fine.

She just has to get home right? If she can remember where it is. Right. She just has to get home, and everything will go back to normal. False repeats it to herself everyday. What's normal though? What's waiting back home? She doesn't know. False only hopes it's good.

There is a sword in the medicine cabinet.

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Another piece? Within the same(ish) week? Gods, who am I? Anyways, this was a lot of fun. I took a bit more time on this one to perfect and polish, and I think it turned out great. Let me know what you think! If it wasn't clear, also, the two women mentioned are Gem and Stress respectively. Gem's one is a callback to her leaving False in Hermitcraft Season 8 (you know, "backstabbing" her) and Stress's one is a call back to her being the Ice Queen of Season 6.

This is based on @theminecraftbee 's post here. There is another fic in the works coming soon, and a poem as well, so keep an eye out for that!

428 notes - Posted August 29, 2022

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💐 (... how many flowers do you think can i get way with- HOLY SHIT LOOK AT THIS THING THAT SHOWED UP ON MY KEYBOARD)

SALKHDHSAHLKAS GIVE ME THAT EMOJI HOLY SHIT THATS SO FUNNY

anyways since there's 6 there i guess you get 6 sentences?... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The boy on the ground shakes too, whether in laughter, pain or both she doesn’t know until he cracks a grin of his own, massaging where a bruise would soon appear on his chest. --- this one is from a mcyt writing/drawing event that i pulled out of a few weeks ago. not sure if i'll ever come around to finishing this fic since i have no need to anymore, but i think its a pretty nice read so far. this section's supposed to be a childhood fic of esmp!pearl and sausage lol

A lonely boy stands on a pillar in the clouds and all the sky can see is him. --- This one’s from an au i was working on?? p sure it was hermit!tommy and sun/moon/star grian/pearl/gem that came from that one post from @/hermitcrossovers. never actually got around to doing much with it though, the docs only has half a page filled 😭

No wonder their bodies break so quickly. It takes longer than a blink, of course. Longer than a sneeze. A yawn perhaps. Or maybe enough time to do a quick stretch only to come back and find out they’re gone. --- okay technically this is half a paragraph but this particular wip was made completely of short sentences that only made sense together so here’s a huge chunk of text from an abandoned drista fic. i have so many drista fics that i never finished you dont even know. something something to love things you can never comprehend

(God, she hopes he’s scared. Hopes he’s hurting. Hopes that when she dies he dies and he finds out this is what he gets for leaving her alone.) --- yeah another rapid-fire short sentence paragraph so you just get a buy one get more for free deal. this one is a dl!galaxy duo fic i never finished? i think i started this one a few days after session 1 came out and never bothered to continue after session 2 came

The moon was so bright and round that he swore that if he reached for it he would've felt it. --- this one’s from the REALLY shitty old fic i wrote like 2 years ago?? again another dsmp fic i never got around to finishing... i might rewrite this one though, cause the idea itself was pretty neat the execution just sucked ass

Whether he was trembling from the cold water, the excitement, or the fear, Tommy didn’t know, and didn’t care. --- ALSO from previously said shitty fic, cause it actually has some good sentences in between the really really bad ones

oh yeah SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO ANSWER MAE IT’S BEEN IN MY DRAFTS FOR MONTHS. my brain doesn’t like functioning apparently. also yeah the first wip sentence and everything before that was written the same day the ask was sent, then i got distracted somehow and it got saved into my drafts??? i dont know whats wrong with me

#asks #ask game!#mae's asks

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