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This team had such wholesome vibes 10/10 would watch again

25 for the wrapped drabble!

25: "Bremen", PigPen Theater Co.

It was part of the plan, everbody would stand On their hind legs, hands holding high the other Like a tower of brothers, and the one on the top Would crow warnings and call in the morning And call out the storm that was coming The one on the bottom would steer 'til the road was clear And people would learn to rejoice and to fear our coming

It is, ironically, a mild, wet temperature over Dogwarts, the sort of weather that mostly feels dreary rather than being properly cold, or snowy, or icy, or any of the sorts of things that the kinds of people who claim to bring forth winter would be expected to have over their fortress.

"Oh, come on, you've gotta be cheating!" says Skizz, throwing his cards down on the table. They're stained a strange purple. "Dippledop, tell them that he's cheating."

"I mean, I don't know, Skizz," Impulse says. "You aren't good enough at cheating to have taught me how to spot it..."

"I mean, you're the one marking cards," Martyn says idly.

"You know I can't help it!" says Skizz. "It's my ender-what's-its. My purple scales. My, my general, uh, what's a good word for it -"

"Ourple," Etho says.

"What?" Impulse says.

"He's ourple," Etho says, and then doesn't elaborate at all.

"You know, if you're going to accuse me of cheating, why not accuse him?" Martyn says. "I mean, look at him. He's wearing a mask while we're playing poker. That's basically against the rules."

"I don't have a face, man," Etho says.

"Did you mean -" Big B starts. Impulse puts a hand on his leg. Big B stops.

"I'm just saying," Martyn says, as he takes the distraction as an excuse to palm one of the cards using and replace it with a king he's been keeping in a pocket. He knows the king won't be suspicious largely because he's been keeping track of the cards Skizz has had, and the king he's about to put in his hand is the same one that Skizz had three hands earlier.

Martyn is going to win, like, so many meaningless favors from people who are all definitely going to die before Martyn can call them in, but hey. He's definitely going to die before he has a chance to worry about it, either.

(At one point, it had been about winning. He's good at cheating.)

"You know what, yeah! That is cheating! Show us your face, huh, Etho?" says Skizz, pointing dramatically. Big B snorts into his cards.

"Uh, I mean, I don't know, man," Etho says, putting his hands up and nervously backing up. "It's like - you know I don't take this off..."

"Actually, yeah," Impulse says. "I sorta wanna see you try to keep a poker face. Take it off, Etho."

"Woah, woah boys. I know we're all friends here, but I don't know if I'm ready for a strip tease," Martyn says, which makes Etho turn bright red, and also makes Big B flustered enough that Martyn can see his hand. Okay, that's not a threat. Not that Big B's a threat to anyone, really, but he's still green for a reason.

Skizz isn't a threat for a completely different reason. His heart's right there on his sleeve. He has a shit hand this round. He gave that given that well away the moment he drew it.

That leaves Etho and Impulse to figure out.

"I - oh, geez, guys," Etho says. "I -"

"Take it off!" Skizz starts chanting. "Take it off! Take it off!"

"I'm - I like you guys, but I'm not taking off my mask!" Etho says. "Impulse, Impulse, we're buddies. You should understand!"

"Yeah, but like..." Impulse says, before shrugging. "I mean, if it really upsets you, I guess... Guys, maybe we should stop."

"Naw, don't try to talk him out of it!" Skizz says.

"Haha, you know, I want to see it too," Big B says. "It's a bonding thing, right?"

"Oh, well you can't argue with the bonding thing, now can you," Martyn says.

"Guys," Impulse starts saying, and then there's the sound of a creaking door, and everyone stops at once as the courtyard changes from dreary and wet to a certain chill. If Martyn didn't know any better, he'd say it's the chill of the grave, but there hadn't ever been any for him, so. Probably not.

Instead, it's just...

"My loyal Dogwarts," says Ren, quietly. "What is all of this commotion about?"

"We're playing cards, My Lord," Martyn says immediately. "See?"

He shows his hand to Ren. Ren chuckles.

"Well, laddie. Show me how you win at cards."

Well, the answer to that's 'by cheating'. But he can't really show Ren that, now can he? He's got to keep some things in his pocket. Besides, it's not like any of the favors in the pot matter.

They're all gonna die before they matter. Some of them already are.

Martyn loses the hand to Impulse. He collects the favors with a sheepish grin. Ren barks out a laugh. "You'll get them next time, laddie."

"I'm sure I will," Martyn says.

"Mom, Ren's playing favorites," Etho whines.

"That's - that's unbecoming a knight of -"

"Yeah, Ren's playing favorites," Big B says.

"I mean, dudes, uh, I mean - my loyal Dogwarts -"

Martyn laughs so hard that he forgets to pay attention, and loses the next hand too.

Beloveds <33 Colored twitter doodle requests!

(Pearl design by @paddysol :D)

I don’t go here but that was precious

Boatem sleepover doodle

XB miiiight be going a bit crazy.

Just maybe. Perhaps. Just throwing ideas out into the wind.

Like, bad dreams are normal, right? Maybe they shouldn't copy a reality you don't know yet, and maybe, just maybe they shouldn't be filled with very detailed, very empty new worlds, but weird dreams happen! It's nothing to worry about!

Maaaybe the statue was something to worry about though.

But it was fine! It's gone now, XB blew it up, so everything should be fine! Just a bit worrying that it changed what it looked, but weird things happen. And maybe it's a bit worrying that he keeps seeing Kerilson at the edge of his vision, or that he's less and less sure the whole 'Mythland' thing was a dream, or that the other Hermits still weren't back yet. But they would be fine, it would be fine!

Right?

Hey sorry bout this but what's the etiquette for tagging and liking and reblogging (and what kind of reblogging to do)?

hi! don't worry about it - new social media sites are scary sometimes, haha, i still don't know how twitter works. but here's some etiquette as i understand it!

reblog whatever you want. i'm serious. i literally reblog or queue every single post i like that i see, but you don't have to do this. it's considered REALLY NORMAL to reblog a lot of stuff, though, or even to reblog the same thing more than once! if you like it, and you think maybe other people would want to see it, or just want to comment to the op... reblog it!

when it comes to likes, the thing to keep in mind is that most tumblr users keep their likes private, and liked posts don't show up on other people's dashes. therefore liking a post only helps the number of notes go up, which only helps its standing when searching through a tag - otherwise, it effectively "does nothing for the algorithm", as most tumblr users largely just look at their dash. i personally use likes either to indicate that it's a post i've reblogged before so i don't constantly reblog the same things over and over again and to like, indicate that i've seen posts that are like, personal or not really a rebloggable thing, but i want to be like "yes i agree" or "i see you" to, you know? however, everyone uses them differently - some people use them as bookmarks, for example, and some people use them for the traditional use of "i liked this, i just don't want to reblog it". the thing to keep in mind that a like is like, an indicator that you've seen something, and a reblog boosts it further! that informs the etiquette on which you want to do. ultimately, though, it's your decision how to use that tool.

tags are for organizational use. DO NOT CROSSTAG. that's the big etiquette to remember. only tag things on your original posts that are relevant to THAT POST. (this, for the record, includes: do not put the 'minecraft' tag on anything that's mcyt! those are separate fandoms and we don't want to flood the guys just trying to talk about the game.) if you crosstag and i notice it in the tags i do in fact immediately report you for spam and block you. beyond that, on original posts, it's really up to you how you tag, just remember that only the first... i think its five... are relevant to people trying to search for posts, so if you want higher discoverability save conversational tags for after those.

when it comes to reblogs, tags are both for organizing your own blog how you want (if you use them, i don't) and for like, comments that you want to make on a post, but do not add to the post. it is normal to leave conversational tags on reblogs, and to talk in the tags of posts about things that are not the main body of the posts. because the tags don't get reblogged with the post when someone reblogs it, it's sort of like whispering! you will get the hang of it by watching what other people do, if that makes you nervous. generally, just remember that OP can see your tags, and then chat however you want in them.

i hope this helps!

I love whatever is going on between Pearl and Sausage. I had to get up and pace around when they started the arena

"it kind of feels like we've done something like this before"??? Why are they doing this to us (but please give us more)??

Knights your boatem

Huevember day 30: Golden Days of Gilded Helianthia ☀️🌻✨

30 of 30 days complete!! This is such a huge accomplishment, I feel really good! Thank you so much to everyone who followed along for the challenge 💖 I’m gonna go rest my drawing hand but when I come back I’ll be excited to see what comes next!

welsknight has canonically eaten at least one diamond shovel which i think is near the top of the list of weird things hermits have eaten

He... what... pffffffffffffffffffffffft yep that's certainly up there.

pix's perfect disguise

"Alright. Cub. What lessons have we learned from this?" Scar asks, tapping a ruler he's gotten from who-knows-where against a mostly incomprehensibly spelled array of signs he's probably been reading for the past twenty minutes.

Cub wouldn't know. He hasn't been listening.

Still, he knows where to go with this. "I don't know, man. I'm still just saying. You, of all people, lecturing me on -"

"I know, I know, but I'm a changed Scar!" Scar says, putting a hand over his heart. "Powers beyond our understanding? Totally over that! Or at least, I totally know when not to mess with them!"

"Uhuh," Cub says.

"You don't have to sound so skeptical," Scar says.

"If I remember right, didn't you get to this season by falling through your weird hole that eats people?"

"It worked perfectly well! And you used llama-powered moon rockets, so really, Cub, let's not get started on moon-induced bad decision making. I have pictures of Moon McGee!"

"Different guy."

"Oh, I see, I see. So, hypothetically, if I hotguy you now -"

"Hotguy? Where's he? I only see Scar here."

The conversation pauses. Scar smirks. "Oh, I see. You know, you really are one of my very good friends. Why, if you said you didn't see me at the scene of the crime, it must be a case of mistaken identity!"

"Exactly, my friend. Exactly," Cub says.

"Ah, we should do more things like - hey, what were we talking about?"

"You were scolding me for the sculk incident," Cub helpfully clarifies.

"Oh, thanks," Scar says. "You know how it is sometimes. It's so easy to lose track of which bad decision we're talking about now."

"I mean. Bad decision to you," Cub says.

"...Cub. What lesson have you learned from this?" Scar asks.

"Next time I tell the fog to let me remember it, because man, the expressions on your faces had to have been hilarious. Like, large-scale sculk attack? Gotta hand it to me, that's a good one."

Scar thinks about it for a moment.

"You know what? Good enough," he says. "Help me tear down these signs. I can't tell what I wrote either."

"Yeah, you've gotta work on that one, buddy," Cub says, taking out an axe.

"I have a very good excuse!" Scar says, throwing up his hands, and Cub laughs as he starts tearing down the scolding signs.

I love that everyone's doing lore or on a break and Zedaph and Hypno have just noped off to the corner to have fun on their own worlds

Some Soup Group + Cleo doodles

Comprehensive list of Traffic Life Series curses*:

The Solidarity Gaming Death Curse: Afflicted individual will die first no matter the circumstances.

The Solidarity Gaming Canary Curse: Once the harbinger dies, the server will descend into chaos. Expect much bloodshed in the coming days.

The GoodTimesWithScar Session 5 Curse: Afflicted individual will, without fail, lose all but one life by session 5. If the individual hasn’t yet lost their lives by this point, the universe will course correct.

The GoodTimesWithScar Enchantment Curse: The cursed individual gains an obsession for the sole enchantment table, hailing it as their most important possession to the point of insanity.

The GoodTimesWithScar Pet Curse: Any and all animals befriended by the unfortunate cursebearer will meet a horrific fate at the hands of another.

The GoodTimesWithScar and Grian Life Curse: The first afflicted individual will always lose their first life as a result of the second afflicted individual, whether directly or indirectly.

The Grian Bonds Curse: The unfortunate sufferer of this curse will always end up being responsible for the death of their loved ones.

The TangoTek Isolation Curse: The afflicted individual will suffer an unfortunate final death alone, often dying by no fault of their own or in a meaningless way.

The Smallishbeans Insanity Curse: The afflicted individual, upon reaching their final life, will inevitably go on an insane killing spree in a desperate attempt to win, often burning another’s base down in the process.

The Rendog Last-Stand Curse: The cursed player will die within the walls of their home, in an attempt to defend it one last time.

The Rendog Loyalty Curse: The affected player will get attached to one person or a group of people, and will be loyal to the point of dying for said people.

The Rendog and InTheLittleWood Partnership Curse: The cursed individuals will undoubtedly form a partnership regardless of circumstance, but will be ultimately unable to protect each other.

The BdoubleO100 Tragedy Curse: The cursed individual will disregard all other players and focus on protecting one person they hold dear, inevitably failing as that person dies.

The Smajor1995 Widow Curse: The cursebearer’s chosen partner will always die before them, with the cursebearer being unable to save them.

The Zombiecleo Widow Maker Curse: The cursebearer will always die before their chosen partner, no matter the circumstances.

The Zombiecleo Betrayal Curse: The afflicted individual will be betrayed by someone close to them, and will hold a grudge until their revenge is total.

The Victor Curse: Although victory is the prize all seek, no one will come out with their lives. Alone in an abandoned world, where they are the last remaining being, all who succeed are doomed to fall at the hands of themselves or the universe itself.

The Red King Curse (self-inflicted): The reds will need a leader, but this one comes with a curse. The king and his servants will fall one by one, doomed to perish at the hands of another.

The Trap Curse (self-inflicted): A preset trap will never work as intended. Certain exceptions may apply as a result of other curses leading a target to their doom.

The Full Moon Curse (self-inflicted): if an individual points out at any point that there’s a full moon, the rest of the session is doomed to be full of bloodshed and death.

The Base Curse (self-inflicted)*: No matter how secure a base is, it will fall in the end. Nothing survives the red life swarm.

*A variation on this curse is the Flammability Curse: Everything that can be burned will be burned.

*Please leave anymore curses in the notes and the list will be updated to include them

nothing highlights how weird xisumas base is more than him starting his monologue about being homesick with "i miss the Skull"

hellooo may i request some soup group (pearl, impulse, gem) if it isn't too much trouble :0?

just some guys for you

Cubfan: hey, Joe! You wouldn't happen to know anything about all those enderpearls I keep finding?

Joe, directly responsible for putting said enderpearls in Cub's base and adding more as they speak: ...nooo

Also Joe: Howdy, Cub! I don't suppose you know why there's skulk turning up all over the place?

Also Cub, covered in skulk, very obviously hiding an unreasonable number of skulk catalysts behind his back: skulk? What skulk? That's crazy! Why would there be skulk?

I don't think you understand the comedic value of hiring a guy to be security for your museum only to come back one day and see said guy just standing there with the entire road outside of the building destroyed and caution tape in random parts of the building. Also he tells you there's hundreds of catalysts on your property.

if youre taking requests again can you do xisuma or evil xisuma?

melts into a puddle

Pearl is confused.

This is not a new thing: the hermits get up to bewildering shenanigans all the time, and with more people? It was only a recipe for disaster.

The new world was confusing too! With all the animals walking on two legs, the dodos and the goblins and all the other things in the new world, one was bound to get confused.

But Pearl knows how to go with the flow when weird things start happening, and she knows how to bounce off the confusion to create more chaos. She accepts the facts that there are rideable hogs and a llama barkeep and a toy sheriff with relative ease, and when hermitopia starts up she simply adds to the chaos.

This is a different kind of confused though. This one started off as a nagging worry that's only grown worse, and she can no longer ignore what's going on no matter how much she wants to. The problem is she can't figure out what's going on.

The God at stratos acted as if she belonged in the pantheon of the gods, the hero of the sanctuary greeted her by name with such reverence, and the bard called her a goddess and talked as if she had personally wronged him. She went through the weird rift in her cleaner lady getup and she came out wearing a dress, there was a statue of her and there were several murals.

But those things weren't the problem. The problem was that it felt right. She felt as if she belonged up in stratos, among the gods and the clouds. She felt right when she walked past the statues and the murals, and when she sat in the grass or walked in the stalks of wheat she felt stronger. And she met with Sausage and she felt far too much. She felt joy and sadness and hope and so much grief and laughter and she felt at home and she felt lost and she was so, so confused but he was a new person, a new face to meet and Keralis spoke well of him and first impressions matter and so at the time she had just shoved her emotions down to deal with later and greeted him as if she didn't already know him.

It was later now, and still nothing made sense and the wheat was still making her feel right strange and she was really regretting choosing to make the crop farms and she was couldn't figure out and she was so, so very confused.

But she was tired and the farm still had to be made, so she got up from the dirt and went to work.

He doesn't think too much about it. When stepping into the forest, he isn't worried. One could say that he's quite excited. The swamp witch has asked him to inspect the local forest filled with a mysterious fog and the mysteries of the world are known to unravel before Cub whenever he decides to take a deeper look into them. He doesn't hesitate in taking the offer, sure, the scientist doesn't know what to expect in the dense clouds surrounding the mangroves but he's sure of himself and his abilities, and his experience. Cub has been graced with knowledge and power not even fathomable to an average person. But he was far from average, his brain filled with galactic spells and complicated contraptions, the own self no longer of his belonging.

And that's a crucial factor of his being.

The novice witch with her vague instructions forgets to mention that the fog feeds on the souls of any who dares to enter deeper. Maybe, if the hermit knew of that he would mention he has no soul to offer at all. That was far from him, long gone now in the hands of the Vex. Or maybe not. Cub wasn't exactly known for being cautious, he enjoyed the thrill of the unknown. He enjoyed bending and manipulating it to his will even more.

Cub had been walking for a while now, traversing through what seemed an endless forest. It must’ve been hours at this point, everything looked the same and nothing was particularly unusual, it all becoming a blur. A normal swamp biome - filled with the casual mangrove trees surrounded by mud and apart from the dense, aquamarine fog; nothing really stood out to him. And it’s not like it wasn’t something he hadn’t seen or read somewhere about. Just a weirdly tainted bunch of water, he couldn’t understand what all the fuss was about.

He wasn't even sure when to deem his journey over. Was he supposed to find the source of the fog? Or just explore and see what's hidden in it? Not carrying a clock, the hermit has lost track of time but he was growing impatient with each step. He can always return later, ask Shubble more specific questions, this experiment, or whatever one might call it, was getting him nowhere. He should've expected this to be a longer-term project, without any clear instructions he didn’t really know what to expect as the goal of his exploration.

Just as the scientist was taking out a glass vial from his coat pocket, to gather a sample of the thick clouds, he heard a noise. A rustle. Yes, definitely something was there, between all the roots and it suddenly moved. Somewhere to his left. Or right. He wasn't really sure anymore. As he kept on marching the fog grew heavier and only now he realized he can’t see much farther than past his own feet. The sound repeated, a bit closer this time. Cub jumped and secured the grip on the, absurd in size, axe that he was carrying.

A gift from Katherine - the monster slayer.

Somehow the thought of that calmed him down a bit. Really? Getting this anxious over some lost mob he can take out in seconds? He felt ridiculous. Letting out a nervous chuckle, he threw the weapon over his shoulder and began the wander back to Evermoore.

Back to Evermoore. Which direction was that in exactly?

After hearing how easy it is to get lost in the depths of the mangrove swamp, Cub did not stray from the straight line path that he was taking until now, when he heard the sudden noise and it had startled him enough to now be completely… lost. Okay, this was fine. It’s not like he hasn’t found himself in much worse scenarios in the past. After not giving it much thought the hermit started the stroll once again. The forest couldn’t be endless, he was bound to find an exit at some point as long as he kept walking forward.

Not even a dozen blocks of distance covered and he heard something again. It wasn't the same rustle as before though, no, it’s as if a person moved, a person was out there, a person… Alright, this was getting out of hand, there is not a single reason for anyone else to come here. His brain must have started playing tricks on him, anyone would lose their mind in a swamp that feels immovable and fog clogging up your throat. Has it always been so hard to breathe in here?

Cub started panicking again but this time calming down didn’t come as easy. He tried grounding himself, looking at the sturdy axe, repeating to himself that he’s safe, that everything is fine. He never felt like this before, it’s as if something began putting a continuously growing pressure on him from all sides. But nothing was out there, nothing the hermit could spot at least. He started losing all his senses. Or to word it better, he started losing control of all his senses and then he heard it, again. The sound that made his state worsen so drastically, now multiplied by a hundred. Or a thousand, he couldn't really tell. The scientist recognized the sound as voices. Human, creature, just voices.

"The Vex must be playing a prank on me" was the initial thought. Overcoming all and any senses - their speciality. And considering how much Cub has distanced himself from them as of late, they probably decided that he's deserving of a punishment. A terrible choice of a place for this kind of a prank, he must admit, but vexes aren't necessarily known for being merciful. However this time something felt, odd. Not only in an irritating way, this was obviously not the peak of comfort, but it wasn't the type of punishment he has ever experienced before. Instead of his surroundings being blindly bright, everything around him was quickly succumbing into darkness. Instead of spiky needles the little mobs would prick your skin with, it felt as if he was being dragged deeper and deeper into the mud. And instead of the loud, grating chuckle of the vexes, oh, as evil as it was laughable, playing in his skull, what he heard was a cacophony of voices too smooth on his brain but yet so tragically desperate. No, it couldn’t have been the vexes. Whatever took over him, whatever rested in this swamp was slowly lulling him to sleep.

His legs felt like jello but Cub started running. Not sure where, not sure why, he just knew he can’t fall asleep, not now. Frantically escaping from what he considered the epicenter, his heart was racing, forehead covered in beads of sweat. The power surrounding him was mysterious. A mystery, even for Cub. He was sprinting, at least for him it felt as though, in reality it was a slow trek, the mud and roots underneath his feet successfully preventing any attempt at leaving the swamp as quickly as possible. After a few minutes, but what felt to Cub like forever, he stumbled and fell, entirely covering himself in mud.

Darkness.

He wasn’t entirely sure if he blacked out or if the shadows had fully taken over his vision but he laid in the mud for a while, exhausted, limbs limp. “Don’t fall asleep, whatever you do, do not fall asleep.” was the only thought he was able to form and repeat in his head. Slowly, Cub extended his arms in support and started collecting himself, grimacing at the brown, damp stain on the center of his shirt and at how his legs were begging for rest. Sitting on the heels of his feet, he took in his current situation. His senses still were being attacked from all sides but it has gotten slightly better. He has also noticed the fog is significantly lighter at his current position. While turning his head around, searching for any sign indicating a way out he noticed something again. No, not something. Someone. A dark silhouette, clearly human, clearly… familiar. Too familiar even. No, there was no way. New spurge of energy and Cub was up again, approaching the figure with too much, unusual for the scientist, excitement in his step.

“Scar!? Scar, is that you?” he was frantic, he was terrified, he was saved. “What are you doing here man? I- What..?”

A hum. Scar was humming. Cub started drawing in closer. His mind was full of the fog. He didn’t for a second think how this interaction doesn’t make any sense. That Scar, his Scar, would run up to him asking about their situation. He would act like he isn’t petrified of the haunted swamp and would laugh with that all too loud giggle. He would then grasp his hand and pretend it’s to keep warm even in the stuffy climate. But Scar wouldn’t want to get lost and neither did he. But it didn’t matter anymore.

Not to Cub.

He outstretched his arm and it was held.

It wasn’t Scar, he could see that clearly now. But it didn’t matter anymore. The caricature of the other half of the Convex was darker than the deepest of shadows, only its eyes glowing with a bright, blue hue. He could feel the mass, whatever what was standing before the scientist was made out of, covering his arm and slowly creeping its way further. Reaching his chest it seemed to still, as if taken aback. Maybe Cub could escape now, rip himself from the grasps of this alternate and try to run again for his life. But it didn’t matter anymore.

He was too tired, he was just so tired and his thoughts weren’t coherent and the wet shirt on his body started feeling all too displeasing. He couldn’t bring himself to care. The silhouette seemed displeased, not being able to feast on the soul that Cub lacked. Instead it leaned its pretend head towards the caught hermit. It captured his lips in a kiss, exchanging a thrilling power Cub has never had the pleasure of exploiting before. The souls, to which the desperate voices belonged, were now flowing through his veins and he felt like he hasn’t ever before. He felt powerful, he felt meaningful, the hole in his body that was left by the Vex bringing him to their side was now full. His life now with the direct purpose of bringing the darkness to light, he felt as if he could take over the world. He felt exhausted.

The Scar look alike parted itself from Cub’s face and started disintegrating. But it didn’t matter anymore. Cub was falling asleep, his senses numb. He fell down back onto the mud, his head hitting a root on its way down. But it didn’t matter anymore.

He was resting and all he could hear was the quiet hum of a lullaby.