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LGBallT Comic #2
Does anyone else's brain do this!? I can't be the only one.
Also, the little heart on Ace is to incorporate parts of the new ace flag. I like the meanings of the stripes but not so much their design. (Personal opinion. You can do what you want.)
Also the pale green sword is to help represent loveless aces, because the loveless flag (at least the ones I've seen) uses pale green and a sword, and I thought it'd be a cool design going through the heart.
Avid
Disclaimer: I didn't watch Avid except for his first vampire's episode, other than that I was pretty indifferent about him.
However, with that being said, I did have an opinion about his vampire's character.
Some may have picked up on it in my As The Moon is Red fic, if not here it is, but I SO wanted Avid to be the villain in Vampires.
And I mean that I wanted him to turn into the villian, not be a villian from the get-go.
I wanted his paranoia to consume him. Making him practically go mad. Declaring himself leader of the town, running 'tests' to see if someone was a vampire, exiling anyone who didn't comply, making plans to invade the castle, and just being so controlling and demanding that both townsfolk and vampires would want him gone. (again character Avid) Then the townsfolk and vampires pulling an' ol' enemy of my enemy is my friend thing.
I wanted the breaking point for one or both groups to be him killing Drift because he believed she'd been turned when she hadn't been. And then have him trying to go on a murderous rampage to destroy everyone else.
I wanted him to be the villain.
I just didn't know why.
But other than that, I didn't engage with the talk of the harassment tweets, and now that this has all come out I just gotta say. . . Dang.
To be honest, I've been there with a creator that I had liked. So, I know it sucks hearing that they're not a good person. It sucks a lot.
But absolutely go and show support to the SBK crew, the artists and other victims who have had to go through this. My heart goes out to them and all of the former Avid fans. Much love Darlings.
Get Waxed
Warning: T-words
“We are never ever ever. Getting back together. Hmm hm hmmm hm hmmm hmmm talk to my friends, talk to me.” Gem hums bopping her head the music coming from her comm. She needed something to make organizing this storage system bearable and music was the first idea she had.
“Okay all nether wart organized. Now to just–”
Beep Boop Boop Beeeep
“Ugh, Etho,” Gem groans, not bothering to look at the man, “I’ve already told you, those things are cute, but I don’t need them for my storage. It’s just a small one.”
Boop Boop Boo-bop
“I swear if he just placed one and left, I’ll–” Gem stops upon turning around. Much to her surprise, before her stood a very familiar, albeit now angry, copper golem.
“Oh my Notch.” The red-head breathes before laughing as she rushes and scoops up her favorite Australian.
“Boop Boo-Boo-Boooop.” Pearl beeps trying to push out of Gem’s arms before inevitably resigning herself to the red head’s affection, ignoring the heat now coating her face plates.
“You are adorable! I haven’t seen you like this since I was a blaze hybrid!” Gem coos, finally loosening her grip some.
“Beep blip boop bop.”
“Why do you have your robot noises though?” Gem’s eyes widen, “Or did your voice switch to it when you morphed?”
“Bee-Bee-Beep boop.” Pearl bleeps, trying to pry her way out of Gem’s hold again. She scans the storage before spotting a redstone chest. She points to it, looking up at the Canadian.
Gem sets her down, biting back a smile as she watches her little copper golem scurry over to the chest and retrieve a redstone torch that she shows to Gem. The red-head can’t hold back a giggle as she grants permission for Pearl to use it.
“-op” Pearl beeps, shoving the torch in her mouth like a three-year-old. Gem cups her face, doing her best to hold in all the teases and coos she wanted to say.
“Om nom nom.” Pearl swallows before taking a breath, “Whew, honestly, it’s bad enough that my magpie form gives me enough flashback to Wild Life. Geez.” Gem giggles again for Pearl to turn to her.
“What you giggling at, huh?”
“Just the fact you’re technically shorter than me now.” Gem’s grin widens before she spots a slight bluish green tint on Pearl’s shoulder cuff. “Have you not waxed yet?”
“Huh?” Gem nods to the spot for Pearl to see it, “Oh. No, but I’m sure X will have this fixed before I need it, and I always have my axe on me.”
“Pearrrrrl, X left for the snapshot world this morning. He won’t be back again for three days. You’re gonna need wax. You don’t want a repeat of that one time do you?” She huffs for Pearl to cringe, “We were lucky Owen was still a copper golem at the time.”
Pearl ducks her head recalling the day in New life. She had woken up completely oxidized one morning, unable to move anything. Joints, neck, limbs– she couldn’t even open her eyes. Fortunately, Owen was able to receive her S.O.S. and find her.
“It took me, Shelby, and Katherine all day to scrape off all the oxidized bits, and I know it was torture for you.” Gem says turning from a chest, some beeswax in hand. “Now c’mon, the sooner we do this the safer you’ll be.”
“N-now wait a minute, Gem! We can talk about this!” Pearl sputters, quickly backing away as Gem advances with the horrible substance.
“We can,” Gem says grabbing Pearl as she turns to run. “while I make sure you can’t rust.”
She sits on her floor, wrestling a protesting Pearl into her lap before she begins rubbing the wax onto Pearl’s head pieces, focusing her attention on the joints. Pearl tries desperately to pry her way out of the now taller girl’s hold.
“No, Gem! C’mon plehease not– Eep!” Pearl squeaks before falling into giggles as her shoulders scrunch. “Gehehehehehehem!”
“C’mon Pearly.” Gem giggles, catching Pearl’s wrist as it flings up.
“No! Stahahahahahahap!” The golem laughs feeling her arm getting stretched and the wax getting applied to it. She twists around only to be pinned to Gem’s wooden floorboards. The evil dragoness giving the golem an all too familiar tongue-in-teeth smile.
“Awww, does my little copper golem have the giggle wiggles?” She teases making Pearl scrunch her eyes as her body squirmed more.
“Noohohohoho! Nohoho teheheheheasihihihihng! Gem!” Pearl begs as the Canadian starts on her side.
“I can’t believe you’re still this ticklish even as a copper golem. You’d think you wouldn’t have any nerves.”
“Ghehehehehehehem! Please! Beep bee-beep boop!” She bleeps, struggling to get her wrist free. Meanwhile, debating whether to grab Gem’s other hand or not.
“Pleeease make sure to get your belly?” She asks, tracing the beeswax up to it before going in circles. “Well, if you really want me to.”
“Nahahahah! Beep Bop Bop!”
“Awww, aren’t you adorable!?”
“Stahahahahp! Dohohohn’t cahahall me cuttttte! Boop beep boop!”
“I didn’t call you cute. I called you adorable. There’s a difference.” Gem states matter-of-factly. She grabs Pearl’s other arm, starting the wax coating on it.
“I dohohon’t cahahahare! I ahahaham nahahahat!”
“Oh yes you are! Just look at you! All giggly and squirmy, and obviously I love that pretty smile.”
“Gehehehehehm nohohohohoho! Beep beep bloop!”
“C’mon now, I’m nearly done with this top bit. Just gotta do the waste plate and legs before making sure those feet plates are clean enough for this. If not I’ll need a brush.”
“Theres nohohoh nehehehed for thahahahat!” Pearl insists, her head shaking wildly. However her voice falls onto deaf ears.
Gem continues her torment, smearing the wax onto Pearl waste before scrubbing at the legs, focusing her attention on the knee panels. Finally, she grabbed a hold of Pearl’s ankles.
“Gem! Gem! Plehehease.” Pearl giggles, attempting to crawl backwards to get out of Gem’s hold. The red head smears some wax around the ankle before looking at the base of her foot. She grimaces.
“Did you walk to my base!? These things are filthy! Looks like I’m gonna need a brush after all.” She turns, reaching into a chest to bring out the feathered torture device.
“Gem no, Gem no! Nohohot the brush-sh!” Pearl sputters, as Gem pulls her back towards her.
“We can’t use water, Pearl, and the wax won’t work if you’ve got all this dust on you.”
“Just use a piece of leather! Or wool! Or– or something!”
“Why?” Gem smirks, waving the brush teasingly at her, “Scared this brush is gonna make you giggle?” Pearl cups her hands over her mouth, turning away
“Ah ah ah!” Gem gently takes her wrists pulling them away, “I wanna see that smile.” Pearl whines, trying to grip the floorboards.
“Now, answer my question. Why you so scared of the brushy brushy brush?” Gem teases, dusting over Pearl’s stomach for the golem to cover her eyes.
“Nohohoho!”
“Well, if you can’t give me a reason.” She pauses, dusting down her legs and to the tips of the Aussie’s feet plates. Pearl tries her best to hold back her giggles.
“Behehehcausssse it’s nahat fahahair!”
“Ooooh, I know, but it’s more fun this way.”
“You mean more fun for yoohohohohohohu! Nahahahaha!” Pearl screams as Gem starts getting the bottom plates. The Canadian being sure the feathers made their ways into the treds. Pearl kept her eyes hidden, pleads and giggles pouring from her mouth simultaneously.
“Gotta hold still Pearly. Or else this will take us all day.” Gem teases before catching Pearl’s other leg.
“Don’t you dare try to kick me, Pearlescentmoon.” She scolds before pinning the golem’s legs under her knees. She plucks a feather from the brush.
“Gem wait! Gem wait! I’m sorrehehehehy! BAhahahahaha!”
“You’re gonna think you’re sorry when I’m done with you.” Gem says brushing both feet. The two go on like this Gem swapping the bush and the feather every now and then, even threatening to bring out a whole new brush, until finally both feet were clean.
“I hope you learnt that lesson. Now,” Gem sets her tools down before retrieving another piece of beeswax from the chests making Pearl gulp.
“G– Gem– Gem please.” Pearl eyeing the dreaded substance, “You know– I– I’m too sensitive.”
“Yes but you have to be able to walk though. The rain will damage you more if you get caught out in it, and considering you’ll be walking back home. . .” Gem takes a deep breath, breaking the new beeswax in half, “I’m gonna have to do it heavy.”
“No. Gem. Please no! Have mercihihihihihihihi!” Pearl arches her back, feeling the beeswax being scrubbed against her plates. Beeps, pleads, and laughter erupted from her as she felt the wax making her more sensitive to the scrubbing.
“It’s for your own good, Pearly. Besides,” Gem smirks down at the wiggling golem, “Wouldn’t want my favorite little copper golem getting caught in the rain now would I? Why if anything happened to you, I would miss that adorable smile of yours, not to mention how tick- tick- ticklish you are.”
“Gehehehehem! No! Nahat thahahahahaht! Bloop bleep bleep beep boop!”
“Yes this Pearly! You need it. Even though it's triggering my cuteness agression.” Gem grins, making the wax go into the treds.
“Nohohohoho! Boop bop!”
“Awww, what's wrong? Is my Australian a bit Tick-tick-ticklish.”
“GEHEHEHEHM!” Pearl shrieks, her laughter growing silent.
“Yes my favorite little Pearly? Hm? What? Can’t handle a eensy weensy bit of tickling? You know I’m barely touching you. Awww, such a cute little guy! My cute little Pearly pop all giggly. Loving all the tick-tick-tickles.”
Thickth
Gem immediately pulls away, dropping the beeswax. Pearl finally takes in a huge breath of air,
“Soorrey!” Gem pauses, “Are you alright!?” She lays a gentle hand on Pearl's leg.
“Y-y-yeah.” Pearl breathes, her head lulling back and forth. She takes in another deep breath, “The– the bu– bubblesh.” Gem nods. Every hermit already knew Pearl was ticklish but only a few knew she could actually laugh herself into suffocation mode if things get too intense.
“Soorey. I forgot the silent laugh tends to be the sign to let up. You sure you’re okay?” The red-head gently pulls her best friend up and into her lap. Pearl nods, continuing to take deep breaths, listening to Gem’s heartbeat.
“Yeah– I’m– I’m good. Knew you’d– pull away at the first– d-damage tick.” She swallows, “Still not– as bad as the time . . . I saw Skizz’s– T-Tazzy devil.” Gem pets her head piece, chuckling.
“I still can’t believe you laughed yourself to death. Genuinely freaked out Tango and Skizz.”
“What about Griba?” Pearl looks up at her.
“He was too busy loosing his birdseed to care about anything else.” She states for the two to laugh. They stay there a moment more, Gem slowly stroking Pearl’s arm.
“You sure you’re alright? Didn’t overheat or anything?” The red-head asks, cupping the golem’s face and turning it to look at her. Pearl gives a smile before nodding.
“I’m fine. I’ve had worse than that many times. I mean you remember the Secret life sleepover.” She shivers for Gem to chuckle.
“Anyways,” Pearl climbs out of her lap for Gem to spot something. “I guess since I’m here, I could help ya with this storage system, huh?”
“Um, yeah, if you want. But, um, there’s something else we gotta do first.” The Canadian states for the golem to tilt her head to the side.
“And what would that be?”
“Well . . .” Gem bites her lip, furrowing her brows, “I didn’t get your back.” Pearl twists an arm around to feel the plate.
“Ah beeeeeep.”
LGBallT+ Comic
I remembered this from two weeks ago. Strange experience, but possibly a relatable one.
Yeeeaaah, I still don't know what to make of the experience. But figured it'd be an interesting comic.
Hermitcraft Head-cannons/Incorrect Quotes Pride Edition!
Some may recall these from last year on my old account, tbf I feel they still hold true today.
There are more post to come, but until then Happy Pride Month!
PSA: Hermit Pride Agenda (HPA)
Welcome! To the Pride o'clock news! I'm your humble host, Autumn here today to speak with you about the annual Hermitcraft Pride Agenda.
Starting off, Docm77 is said to be preparing his comebacks to fight the bigots of Twitter. A smooth and entertaining fight to be had I'm sure.
Secondly it is said that Tennessee man, Joehills will be being an astounding Pride Ally in the most Joehills way possible. Updates to follow.
It is also said that local Zombie, Cleo, and dragon tamer, Gem, shall be striving to take over the server via the assistance of ally accomplices Joehills and Pearlescentmoon. More on this at eight.
Another thing spuds and folks alike can expect to see, is the local firefighter Pearlescentmoon coming out as straight once again during this festive time.
And this just in, folks, live sources tell us that Pearlescentmoon's Spud-mind will be attempting to double their pearliePride emote count. Aiming to hit a new record of one million emote usages by the end of the month. Stay tuned to see the predictions for this goal.
This has been AutumnMist with the Pride o'clock news. Tune in next time to find out the dates and teams for the MCC Pride.
I did this as a little tongue in cheek joke. Just to give the bigots that make-believe agenda that they always want to claim we're pushing. Honestly, I think I did well with it.
Moon's Big
The moon was big.
Though that wasn't surprising. To get the crescent shape they'd have to make it big. Still though, as Scott stood in the shadow of the grave, as dusk faded into night, he couldn't help but think it could have been bigger.
“I knew the lack of sleep would start getting to her.” He says, hearing familiar footsteps walking up behind him. “It always has.”
“She does get a bit scattered when she's awake for too long.” Scott hears her brother chuckle before going quiet.
“I-I didn't mean to, Scott.” His voice quivers.
“I know.” He closes his eyes as he feels the canary step to be beside him, “You were just defending yourself. That's what the Watchers wanted.”
“Yeah.” Jimmy pauses, swallowing the knot in his throat, “Do you- do you think they had something to do with her other deaths?”
“The first three yeah, but me winning a second time probably angered them, and with her lives being so high, they” He pauses, as Jimmy takes his hand, “decided to put a stop to it.”
“Well,” Jimmy gives his hand a gentle squeeze for the blue haired man to turn and see a tearful smile on the canary's face. “They can't harm her now. . . Not anymore.”
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The moon is cold.
It makes sense, since the grave was made of cobblestone. Still though, it reminded Cleo of her. The poppy by its side helping them to visualize the red hooded girl sitting in the powdered snow giggling while staring down Scott and her. She was a mad woman then.
“I'm glad you got better, Pearl.” Cleo says, kneeling down to place a bucket by its side. “And I'm glad we've reconciled.”
“You and me both.” The zombie jumps turning to find Martyn coming out from behind a tree. He comes over. “You know, I still think that dog she had had something to do with it.”
“I wouldn't think so.” Cleo looks back at the bucket, recalling the aftermath of double life. Pearl had been in such rough condition for so long, and had grown so distant and paranoid, it was a miracle she was able to regain any trust in Cleo at all.
“It's only a wonder how this is affecting her psyche.”
“Hey, she'll be alright.” Martyn assures, placing a hand on the redhead's shoulder. “She bounced back from the madness, didn't she? A bit of embarrassment won't ruin her. . . Still though,” He pauses to sit by Cleo, taking out a netherrack block to place down, “I'll miss having my little songbird around.”
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The moon is quiet.
Though if no one's around to hear the quiet, is it really there? Is anything really there when no one's there to see it? Does the moon still shine when everyone's asleep?
“This wasn't like you.” Big B says, removing his arm warmers. “You're usually so vigilant. You know? Always watching. . . Always listening.”
“Why hello Cookie-man!” The man hears Scar call. He turns as the swindler strolls up to him.
“Hi Scar.” Big B says dryly, staring back at the crescent moon. Scar looks at the man, then the grave. He takes a breath, closing his eyes.
“You know, Jimmy wouldn't have stood a chance if he was on the ground. Pearl holds her own very well, and I should know.”
“Yeah.” B pauses, “Think that's when this gravity stuff started. First in that fight, then first to die in wildlife, now. . . gone because of it.”
“Oh, I wouldn't say that. Jimmy and Grian did admit to having something to do with it.” Scar says for the Reject to chuckle before another pause comes.
“Though you know, her loyalty is admirable. Think that was one of the things that they took for granted.”
“They did. She'd let me kill her 100 times if I had asked in the last days of Limited. Didn't she do that for you as well?”
“Up until we were the last two.” Scar smiles fondly at the grave, “but you know, even if she had survived that fall,” he looks at BigB, “I would have won it anyways.”
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The moon is strong.
There was nothing quite like it. At least on this server. Standing there, bracing against the wind and rain, or any other element that came against it. It was there to stay.
“One of the strongest I know.” Bdubs says, fighting back tears. A quick swipe of his arm sent them away. “So how does one so strong, fall so hard?”
“Resilience I guess.” Bdubs jumps turning to find Joel under a tree. He quickly turns back, swiping away any wetness that was left in his eyes.
“Resilience, huh?” The horse lover pauses, “Didn't really see it in that last fight.”
“Come on Bdubs.” Joel scoffs, going to stand beside him, “Pearl had the worst session out of all the games we've had. Yet. . . she stuck it out. Heck, anyone's confidence would have been shattered after all that. She was tough in taking the risk to attack Jimmy. Went down fighting.” He shuffles in his pocket to take out a small rock. “Just like in Secret life.” He looks at Bdubs, his own eyes wet, “Just like her Mounders.”
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The moon was alone.
Up on a hill. No other next to it. A stillness lingers there. One that's both, calm yet eerie, all at once. Impulse, while knowing of the loneliness the moon once had, could never even begin to imagine the feeling of it upon himself.
“You were once broken.” He says to the moon, “Broken yet victorious, and now you . . . you fight to make sure your allies don't become broken, as you push them to win.”
His mind goes back to last season. The wild cards, Pearl commonly being one of the first to die to them, warning them of the dangers. She'd put herself in harm's way for any ally.
“You give so much of yourself to see others succeed.” His eyes grow wet as he hears familiar footsteps behind him.
“Hey Impulse.” Skizz’s voice was quiet. He kneels besides the Imp.
“She gives so much, Skizz.” He whispers for the Angel to put an arm around him.
“She does. . . You know I've never teamed with her. Probably one of the only few who haven't, but. . . I've seen it. A hundred and ten at everything she does, make it games, fights, or even bits to die for.” The Angel lists for his friend to chuckle.
“Not to mention loyalty.” Impulse points out, “You'd hate to double cross her.”
“I can only imagine it.” Skizz pauses, resting his head on the Imp's and smiling fondly at the moon, “Really puts the pop in Pearly pop, huh?”
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The moon is visible.
Now more than ever. It was hard not to think about it. Sitting there perfectly framed in the lighthouse window. Gem almost regretted putting it there. . . Almost.
She hadn't slept much. The little she had felt cold, and unnerving. Waking up to Grian's screams in the night, only in to grab on to him, and try to bring him down from his panic. The only thing he'd mentioned was flashbacks, but never elaborated.
They had both been crying. Questions and regrets filling their heads. If they had clung to her, would she be gone? Was it all their faults?
Gem sat up in bed, staring out at the crescent moon. The night felt darker, now more than ever.
“I should have been there.” She breathes, tears pooling once again, “I should have protected you. Instead I–” she stops, looking down at the moon pin now attached to her shirt.
“I'm sorry.” Her voice cracks.
“It's not just you.” Grain whispers before opening his eyes. “I'm to blame more.”
“You made a mistake-”
“No.” He props himself up, “I'm to blame for using her.” He readjusts before looking out the window. Gem puts a hand on his shoulder.
“We both used her, Grian.” She admits as he pulls his knees to his chin, “You said it yourself, we're allowed to defend when they attack, but we . . . . we didn't bother to let them attack. . . we just- we called her.”
“We didn't deserve her protection.” He shakes his head, streaks of tears rolling down his cheeks. "After how we treated her. . . Void, we really messed up." Gem looks out at the moon again.
“You know, the last time I was as excited as I was when she got boogie was back in Secret Life.” She points out, “I was so excited when she wanted to team up and use violence.” She shakes her head as tears streak down her cheeks, “She's not a violent person.”
“She's not.” He confirms, looking at his friend. He pulls her into a hug, rubbing her back as a wetness formed on his jumper. He takes a breath.
“You know, back in double life. . . her reputation preceded her monstrously. Everyone feared her. Said to have taken on two 2v1s back-to-back, it- really gave way to this idea of how strong she was . . . I guess in a way, I thought that reputation would be enough.”
“It's shattered now.” Her voice quivers, “shattered and- gone . . . Just like she is.”
“Yeah.” He pauses, giving her a gentle squeeze, “but you know. . . we can still win this, for her."
"We can." Gem agrees before Grian suggests trying to get some sleep. As he lays back down, Gem turns again to the window.
The moon is visible now. The moon is big.
And here we see another of my weak attempts at writing angst. Honestly, don't know if I'm getting any better at it. Hopefully I am, probably not though, but it's something and since I didn't put out any angst during the mourning times of Past Life, here ya go. Hope you enjoyed it. Till then, happy scrollin'!
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MCC Hermit Takeover Dodge-bolt
I don't make posts like these, and making this one feels like putting myself in front of a firing squad.
I've taken a day or two to figure out my feelings over a part of Hermit Takeover MCC, however as I did I also seen a mix of posts about said part of the event, and people replying that because the event is for charity, no criticism should be taken seriously.
To this I would like to point out that just because an event is for charity, doesn't mean that it's not worth some critique. The reason I say this is because the hermits and co. will want the feedback. They will want to know what we, the fans, enjoyed, what sections we found the most fun, and how they can improve the event for next year (either via tech or games).
However, with that being said, we should give the criticism tactfully. We have a wonderful community where we respect each other, and so we should be able to give feedback to our streamers/content creators with that level of basic respect. Also, we as a community should be able to have conversations about events/games/etc. without ripping each other's heads off.
TLDR: Even charity events are worth critiquing, but you can give critique while being civil about it.
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Now to get to the elephant in the room.
Yes, I enjoyed yellow yaks.
Yes, I got upset over the sabotage on Pearl.
At the time I didn't know who else was getting sabotaged. Still don't fully know what exactly transpired in the dodge-bolt segment with everyone's POVs, but from what I did see, some the sabotages themselves, I wasn't fully annoyed by, rather it was the execution of them. Other sabotages however, did feel like they went too far.
The bubble thing. Cute, silly, but from what I seen, the person doing it needed to. Step. Back. These were the mega bubble blowers with muti-cannons. The bubbles would have still gotten into Pearl's line of sight even if the person wasn't directly behind her. Also, and I'm no tech expert, but liquids and tech tend to not mix well (and this was Pearl's own keyboard) so maybe next year. . . Step back.
The Rambling: There were 2 instances of this. Looking back, both were over stimulating, but ultimately didn't ruin the game.
There are others I've heard about: chair pulling, nerf dart throwing, cupcake feeding, and I do feel as though those would have been fine. However as for things like jersy waving and button pushing. . . That did seem like too much.
Don't get wrong, I'm aware sabotages happened to both teams, and even went and watched a clip of Martyn getting sabotaged. However, when I watch that vs Pearl's it gives different vibes possibly due to the different ways they were messed with. Cleo got Martyn in a headlock but didn't block his line of sight so he could still play and such. However Pearl was getting her vision blocked and keys were being pressed. Not to mention playing with a wet keyboard.
And since I'm being completely honest, when they said they'd do sabotage, I fully expected the nerf guns to be out and expected Pearl to get shot in the eye. She had already been shot in the face, so it was likely to happen. Luckily noone got injured.
To reclarify: This isn't to give hate to the saboteurs. Okay? I think this year was possibly the year to find where the limit was, whether it be with their friends and/or the viewers. They were doing it to mess around and have fun, but sometimes, in the rush of adrenaline, things can look as if they're going too far to an outsiders eye, and sometimes they even are.
And of course ther hermits are all friends. They can stick up for themselves, I'm not saying they can't. Pearl takes a lot of pranks and such very gracefully and it's something that is very admirable about her.
And tbf you can call me sensitive, you can blow this whole post off if you want, Congrats to you.
But after seeing so many #?*! takes of "DoNt Be MAD. It'S jUsT FoR ChArIty" Someone needed to say something. Cause people are aloud to feel certain ways about actions they see as unfair, and the validity of their feelings is not something for a stranger on the internet to decide.
But GG to Lime Llamas for getting the win this year. Hopefully, we'll see MCC again because we did managed to raise so much and have a great time with it for the most part.
And to my mutuals and followers: It's been an honor. o7
Headcannons About the Lads
Hermitcraft Gamers Outreach Event
First of all, WAY TO FREAKING GO! Over 1 million dollars raised by the hermit charity event is incredible. Thank you hermits and friends, and staff of Gamers Outreach and Mojang Studios for helping and putting on an amazing weekend. So happy to be a part of such a wonderful and supportive community that can help do well for so many kids in hospitals.
Secondly, I wanted to share what I liked about the events while also giving some critiques.
Many will probably have either stopped reading, or are rolling their eyes right now, but over the past couple days I've seen a mix of posts about certain parts of the event, also people replying and saying that because the event is for charity, no criticism should be taken seriously. (terrible argument btw)
To this I want to say "Just because an event is for charity, doesn't mean that it's not worth some critique."
The reason I say this is because the hermits and co. will want the feedback. They will want to know what we, the fans, enjoyed, what sections we found the most fun, and how they can improve the event for next year.
That being said, we should give the criticism tactfully. We have a wonderful community where we respect each other, and so we should be able to give feedback to our streamers/content creators with a level of basic respect. Also, we as a community should be able to have conversations about events/games/etc. with the same basic respect.
TLDR: You can give critique while being civil about it.
Now onto the shenanigans!
Silly games: I didn't find them that silly. They were entertaining don't get me wrong, but not as goofy as I expected. Though that could be because I had come into the charity event right after watching Soup-for-Eloise's See/Hear/Speak No Evil stream. In the stream Brunch trio (Bek, Owen, and El) were so naturally funny, and had me in tears for most of the stream, that when I was watching Silly Games, it set an imaginary bar in my mind of how funny it should be. So, the games came off as less funny to me.
Blood on the Clocktower: I enjoyed it. Wasn't too familiar with it and yes was disappointed when the evil team lost. (Pearl's my main streamer for those unaware)
Peardle: Great games. Loved the flower crowns. GO/MC/whoever made the Peardle board did a great job. Only issue was chat couldn't quite hear the music, which later got fixed because of viewer input.
Sign competition: Great way to get the names done! Makes it fun/funny to see the chaos. Tech issues did happen, and hopefully they can be fixed for next year. Also, someone, in this case Tango, doing a video going through them all so people can see where they are is a really great idea!
Dono Reads: Freaking LOVED THEM! So silly, so fun, got more people involved with it. Only critique, maybe some eye protection next year for the reads that need it, i.e. the bubble one.
Music Room: Heck yeah! We have so many musically inclined Hermits/Hermit friends, but maybe instead of doing the hold music every time we go to the brb screen, we instead have like music room audio over it? Idk if that's possible but it's an idea nonetheless.
MCC: Loved the games and revisiting the old worlds as well as the teams. As for dodge-bolt . . . that will possibly be its own post.
Hermit Master: I enjoyed it. I thought many bits were funny. Treasure hunt was a little confusing, though I think that's from not understanding the building layout and not hearing the full hints.
Guess the Hermit: It was fun. I enjoyed the detective's bickering and debating. However, I do think I preferred last year's individual observations to this years. The 3 hermits together provided entertainment, but it was hard to keep track of what skills each one possessed alongside trying to deduce who they were. (Just ask a certain Frozen Cascade lol)
Blindfolded Bingo: At this point in the stream I think I my brain had officially clocked out, but I did enjoy the Pop Duo chaos, and I'm sure someone has something they can recommend them doing to improve upon the segment.
I, unfortunately, didn't get to tune into Bracelet making with Gem and I'm not sure if Pearl did flowers with anyone other than Scott and False, but a critique for that is maybe next year they can have a craft section they could use, so they could have more tablespace.
I want to reiterate that the hermits will probably want feed-back, but we should give it constructively. Don't be a jerk about it, nobody likes a jerk.
As for me, I wanted to get my thoughts out, and remind the community that it's okay to critique something that you're a fan of, as long as it's to help better it.
Again, I absolutely loved the event and we raised over 1 million dollars for the charity! I hope to see many of the hermits and friends return as well as see many more of them next year. <3 <3 <3
Vampires SMP Fanfic
Synopsis: Far off in the depths of the forest lived the town of Oakhurst. Where 14 people had come to reside. Among them, 2 vampires lurked wishing to turn each townsfolk one by one. However, one spunky young girl had more on her plate than the eminent dangers around her.
Spoilers for who the vampires are, if you haven't seen Vampires SMP.
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Pearlescent S. Moon, or, as most know her as Pearl, sat beneath one of the tall pines of the forest. Having just come up from the mines, she had found that her condition, one she's had since birth, had begun to intensify once again.
This condition of hers, having been tested by a number of doctors and nurses, was found to be sporadic. Meaning at the best of times, it would flare in the comfort of her own home, within the safety of her loved ones. However, it also meant they could flare at the worst of times, such as her current predicament of being alone in a thick forest with night slowly drawing near.
The thought of one of the townsfolk coming near and finding her here, as weak and as helpless as she was, made her stomach knot. Divine helper if it was one of the men as well. It wasn't that she believed any of them would do something heinous. None of them would be so foolish, especially not with the paranoia of vampires currently bewitching the town.
No, that wasn't it. It was the thought of being a damsel in distress, just another woman that needed taken care of. That's where it stung. She had grown up fighting. Be it swords, bows, simply fist even. It was never uncommon for her to come home, her dress tattered and stained, with her arms bruised and scraped after a day out in the town. Pulled in by her mother and patched while being scolded and reminded of the ways of a proper lady. Her father would enter and smile at her, proud that his girl was growing up strong. . .
The leaves rustle above her. Pearl knew to keep safe from the beings of the night she would need to climb one of the pines. However, was unaware if her body had the strength to even stand at this point.
She braced against the trunk she had been leaning on, Praying to the Divine to give her some kind of energy. Unfortunately, it seemed her prayer had fallen on deaf ears. . .
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Despite having been staying with the humans for a while now, Owen had still not grown accustomed to how talkative they were, and how annoying.
“My father had taught me all the arts. We’d go to theatres on the weekends, and every kind of museum.” Martyn brags, much to the displeasure of the others. Owen would have flown off right then had it not been for Abolish being more aware of his surroundings than the brat of a noble.
“And the meals we used to have! Oh, the dishes were simply divine! Fit for a king one could say!”
“Well, maybe you could make one of the dishes for the potluck that Miss Drift has been speaking of hosting.”
“Oh please Abolish, cooking is for the cook and scullery servants. Lower class jobs, you know.”
“Yeeesss,” Owen pauses, side eyeing the younger man, “however those ‘lower class jobs’ do tend to be mandatory to maintain the upper class’s survival.”
“Indeed. I spent a number of hours helping the staff at my old manor. Not for any real reason. I just found it to be enrichmen– Is that Lady Pearl?”
“The two others look over to see in the shadows of the pines, a figure in a long black dress with a single rose in her long brown hair. They walk closer to find it is the young woman, however now not as lively as usual.
“Lady Pearl?” Abolish says, startling the woman, “Apologies, but are you alright?” He kneels down next to her.
“Oh, I’m- I’m fine, Abolish. Just fine. Yep.” Pearl says, attempting to sit up. Martyn kneels too, hovering a hand behind her back and catching the poor girl once her strength gave out. Owen side-eyes the heir. It was much unlike him to kneel for anyone.
“I- I fear my- my condition’s- flaring again.”
“Condition? What kind of condition?”
“A condition where her muscles tense up and she becomes too weak to stand, let alone walk.” Martyn explains, looking up to see the two gentlemen’s questioning faces. “My- um- mother would practice- medicine- and once got called to test such an anomaly. . . Yeah.” He looks back down at Pearl, “And I take it you were the patient at hand?”
“Un- fortunately.” Pearl pauses as Owen looks at the sun.
“It will be night soon.” He turns to the three, “Town is just a short ways north of here. We should be able to carry her back with us.”
“I can run ahead and have Cleo prep a space in their home.”
“Oh, that’s not necessar– eep!” Pearl squeaks as Martyn lifted her into his arms, a light blush dusting the young woman’s face. Owen silently swallowed, recalling that he would need to feed soon.
“Oh, I do believe it is. The woods are no place for a lady to rest, and we wouldn’t want to leave a damsel in distress.”
“I am not a damsel in distress, Martyn!” Pearl quips, her face growing redder. Abolish and Owen glance at each other, apprehensive about whether the girl was more so angry or embarrassed. The town knew that Pearl was quick to a sword, jumping at the chance of a spar at a moment's notice. However, no one had dared to anger her yet. If she was anything like her roommate, her temper could turn deadly.
“We should start heading for home now.” Owen says before instructing Abolish to run and tell Cleo and the Doctor of Pearl’s current state. As the young man sprints off, Martyn and Owen begin the trek home.
“So, Lady Pearl–”
“Just Pearl is fine, Owen.”
“Oh yes, of course, well, Pearl, what were you doing out here all by yourself?”
“I had gone mining and once I had pillared out of the caves, my muscles tensed. I sat under the trees for a while but knew night would be coming soon. My attempt at standing however, left me faceplanting the dirt."
“I did wonder how you got this clump of mud in your hair.” Owen states sliding it out, “I’m surprised you didn’t lose your flower.”
“Oh, I couldn’t lose that. It’s my only connection to my life before.”
“What was your life before?” Martyn asks, receiving an elbow in the arm from Owen. Pearl’s face takes on a somber expression before she turns away.
“It’s nothing more than just a memory now.”
“Pearl! Pearl!” The three hear as the Doctor, Legundo, runs up. “Abolish brought word of your ailment.”
“It’s fine Legundo.” She says looking away, “It’s just a condition where my muscles tense and I’m too weak to walk. I’ll be better in a day or so.”
“I still think an examination is in order. If not for research of the ailment, then at least to check vitals.” He insists for Pearl to pause, ducking her head.
“Can- Can Cleo be there? I’d feel more comfortable with them. No offense.”
“None taken, though I can assure you, I will keep things more than professional.”
“Cleo will kill him otherwise.” Martyn says for the girl to chuckle as the town comes into view, and with it, the townsfolk. Pearl turns into Martyn’s chest as Owen smells another wave of blood rushing into the woman’s face.
Words of concern and comfort fill Pearl’s ears as she sees the crowd part. They make their way to the woman’s house, walking in to find their roommate bustling about. Upon noticing Pearl, she rushes to pull back the covers of the bed.
“Bring her here, Martyn.” Cleo says, their voice gentle. The blond man obeys, carefully placing the younger woman down. Cleo pulls the covers up to Pearl’s shoulders before petting back her hair. She then turns to see the crowd. . . . in their house.
“Do you people not understand what knocking is!?” She yells, grabbing her sword and making the crowd scramble to get out. Pearl smiles, watching her bloodthirsty roommate before hearing Martyn say he’d go to get them some fresh water.
“Oh, Martyn, you don’t need to–” But he was already gone. Pearl sighs, closing her eyes as her brain recalls the looks and mesh of voices. She feels her face heat again.
“Pearl.” Pearl jumps before looking up towards the bedside window to see Avid and Drift.
“Hey guys.”
“We heard about your condition, so we made you some soup to help you feel better.” Avid explains leaning down to give her a bowl.
“Aw, I appreciate it Avid–”
“AVID!” They hear Cleo scream before the bowl falls onto the sheets. Pearl grimaces at the feeling of wet fabric on her legs.
“Cleo. Cleo! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” The poor man rambles trying and failing to hold onto the window frame. Pearl sees him disappear and hears more of Cleo’s yelling before inviting Drift to come into the house.
“Thank you. I don’t want to be on Cleo’s bad side right now.” The detective says climbing through the window and onto the bed. However, upon her hand touching the place that the soup had fallen, decides it best to make Pearl some fresh linen.
“You don’t think they’d mind if I made you another blanket, do you? It’s not good for you to be resting in one now soiled with soup.”
“I’ll agree, wet fabric is not an ideal texture for recovery.” Pearl agrees doing her best to toss off the blanket, “But in all honesty, you don’t need to be doing this for me. I- I wouldn’t want to take up your time.”
“Don’t worry about it. It’s nighttime now, all anyone will really be doing is sleeping. Besides,” She turns from the chest, “you would do the same for anyone else.” The two hear the door open before spotting Cleo coming back in from their rampage.
“And stay out unless invited!” She yells, before slamming the door. She walks into the bedroom to see Drift crafting a blanket before turning to see Pearl’s one on the floor.
“You were trying to kill Avid as he was passing me some soup.” She explains for the red head to face palm.
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Cleo makes their way over, “it didn’t scald you, did it?”
“No. No. It had cooled off mostly. Though feeling it has made me realize the filth I’ve must have brought in with me.”
“Oh, that was the other thing we wanted to give you!” Drift exclaims, turning from her work and pulling out eight trapdoors. “Abolish mentioned they found you on the ground so Avid wanted to give you these so you could make your own bathtub.” She tosses them to Cleo as Pearl’s eyes widen.
“Excellent, now we won’t need to go for water at the river all the time. Thank you Drift.”
“No problem. Now listen,” She places the new blanket on the chest, “I’m gonna go make another batch of soup, but let me know if you need anything else okay? Hope you start feeling better Pearl!”
“Thanks Drift.” Pearl calls before hearing the door shut. She sighs looking back towards the ceiling and cringing at the now very noticeable feeling of mud in her hair. She looks at her roommate.
“I probably look a mess, don’t I?” She says for Cleo to pet her hair back, noticing the bits of dirt in it.
“A bit of a mess,” They tilt their head, giving a soft smile, “Lucky for you, messes can be cleaned, and,” Her smile turns into that of a smirk for Pearl to shrink into the pillow, “with a new water trough, it shouldn’t take long.”
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Back to putting our favorite wet werewolf cat into situations with chronic illness. If you’re new to me, Hi. If you knew my other account and found your way here, also hi! Hope you enjoyed and I'll catch you all next post.
Gempearl Head-cannons
Oddly to think that this was my first head-cannon post that used pictures. Now it's the default format for me.
On this Non-Christmas Day of Non-December Hermitcraft gave to me:
Joel who's normal and fine Cubfan and his hacking Grian and his pranking XB and his giggling The Queen of PVP The Pirate of the Slimes The Castle Samaria Hypno of the tizd Prodercer Vintage Beef JoeHills of Tennesse Sheep of Yellow and Pink Keralis flir-ting Impulse and his digging Mumbo Jumbo jumping Xisuma of the Void A Diggity Dog called Ren Scar of Good Times A Gem that is Great The Goat that always Grinds Skizzleman a skizzlin' EEEEETHOOOOOSLAAAAAB! (inhale) Bdubs on his horse Cleo the Zombie Firefighter Pearl Aaaaand theee Dungeon Master Taaaaangooooo! (Cheers)
This was so much fun to create throughout the month of December and reupload throughout the month of March, and a great way to see many of the hermit's skins and find out their plans for this season. The template was made by the wonderful @doodlingdilemma so a big thanks to them for creating it and giving me (and more) the chance to share our designs. I hope everyone had a happy holidays, a wonderful New Years, and any other holidays that you personally celebrate. Until next post, Happy Scrollin'!
On the 25th day of Non-December The hermits gave to me Joel whooo's normal and fiiiiine! (And a Dad!)
And finally the last hermit for this Make-Up-March is Joel Smallishbeans. A man who's completely sane and doesn't do anything weird ever, and his lovely child ldshadow-baby/baby-beans! You probably know Joel for his amazing builds, his love of horses dying, or even his old honey shop theme song. No matter what, Joel is always a joy to be around, cause as he says, "Everything is normal. Everything is fine."
On the 24th day of Non-December The hermits gave to me Cubfan and his hacking! (Are you wearing the egg!?)
Today we have the most scientific-est of minds, the grinder like no other, and prankster mastermind. The jangler, ghasketball creator, and skulkiest of them all, Cubfan135 out here decking skulking the halls!
Got the Abs Out
Warning: T-words
“Now let’s see, if I do the cliffside like this then that’ll give way for the river to flow in that direction. . .” Pearl murmurs, her hand quickly translating the idea onto paper. She had been working for an hour now, outside of her fire station, sketching and designing her part of the nautilus racecourse, and was luckily almost done.
“Now just need to find all the resources and can get to buildi– ”
“Hello Pearl!” The Aussie hears for her to look up and see Scar rolling up in his wheelchair.
“Oh, hi Scar. How are you?”
“Oh, I’m good. I’m good. I was just coming over to see how my terraforming looks and noticed you here. What are you up to?”
“Just working on my part of the nautilus course, but I’d love to see the terrain if you’re finished with it.”
“Of course! Of course! Right this way!” He says for her to stand. However, as she did, Scar couldn’t help but noticed that the top Pearl wore was indeed showing off her abs.
“Ah, I see you took my advice about showing off the abs from time to time. Fitting for a firefighter, don’t you think?” He asks for Pearl to chuckle, wrapping an arm around her stomach.
“I’m only wearing it because of how hot it is today. Honestly, I don’t see how you’re not boiling with that jacket.”
“Ah, the magic of being chronically ill, most of the medicine I take makes me cold.” He pauses, “But honestly, for a firefighter, it has to be mandatory to show them off every now and then. Gotta get ready to put out that calendar of yours, yeah?”
“Please Scar,” Pearl chuckles, rolling her eyes, “I doubt anyone would want them, and I wouldn’t exactly say that I have abs.”
“No you do. I can see the outline right there.”
Pearl jumps away as she feels a finger trace down her stomach. Scar eyes light up.
“Ah, I think I can see all of them actually.”
“Scar no!” Pearl screams, turning to run for the vex to quickly roll and pulling the phoenix to be sitting across his lap, securing her with his arm.
“No I think I do! You have some right here.” He traces a finger down her stomach for her to snirk.
“And you have one right here.” He traces another spot.
“Scahahahahahr!” Pearl laughs kicking her legs and trying to push away.
“Now hold still, Sunflower. There’s more we haven’t got to yet.” He says continuing to trace across her stomach.
“Nohohohoh. There’s no nehehehehd!” Pearl begs, curling into herself and trying to pull his hand off of her.
“There’s one heeeere and one theeeere.” Scar teases for the pheonix to squeal her wings flapping wildly.
“Scahahahahar! Pleheheheasssse!”
“Pleeeeease, count to see how many there are? Okay, if you insist.” He says before starting to trace from the top.
“Ooooone. Twooo. Now c’mon Pearl, how am I supposed to count if you keep squirming? Threeeee. Foooouuur. I’ll have to start again if you make me lose count. Fiiiiive. Woops! Nearly lost you there." He tightens his grip on her waist, " Gotta make sure you don’t fall off. Wouldn’t want us to hurt that pretty little head of yours. Siiiiix– Wait, did I skip a number?”
“Nohoho. You didn’t! You didn’t! You didn’t!” Pearl giggles shaking her head violently.
“Oh, but how can I be for suuuure?” He sing songs, “We want to make sure we have a proper count. So, I’ll definitely need to start again."
“Noooohohoh Ahahahahahaha!” Pearl begs before dissolving back into laughter. The two stay there, Scar having to start the recount at least two more times before finally Pearl’s had enough.
“Scahahahahahahr! Plehehehehease! Stahahahahap!” Pearl laughs for Scar to immediately pull away. Pearl holds her stomach, taking in deep gulps of air as her head falls back.
“Oooh, I guess I can stop. You apparently only have six abs anyways.” He says letting the phoenix up. Pearl shakes out the built-up energy before glaring at the vex.
“That wasn’t f-fair, Scar. You know I’m sensitive.”
“Oh but it’s just like old times! You, me, the rest of Boatem. Why I think you can outlast Mumbo now if we ever have another tickle war at our sleepovers.” He offers her a water bottle.
“No– chance that’s ever happening.” She huffs, taking the water and swigging it down. “Not when it’s usually 2v1.”
“Ah but you never know, Pearl.” He pokes her again for her to flinch, swatting his hand away, “With these crop tops I’m sure you’ll be getting more practice in. Though I still think a calendar would benefit you and the fire station, and I know Gem would really love to see it happen.” He wiggles his eyebrows at her for Pearl to glare at him, ignoring the fire in her face.
“Over my burnt-out abs.”
This was an idea that made its way into my brain one morning and, it made sense Scar would be a supporter of really anyone showing off their abs, but I thought this would be cute, so here ya go.