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By Minecraft character logic, Impulse and Skizz were Spawned/born/created together. Their very first Minecraft video was the two of them. Their first moments of existence were spent together. They knew each other before they knew what redstone was, before they’d ever read the end poem.

Do you think they found it together? Do you think they beat their first dragon together, jumped through the home bound portal together? Do you think they knew what loneliness was?

Do you think the sudden absence of the other felt like losing a limb? Do you think, after all that time with another heart beat next to theirs, another person at the end of the hurt and health, it felt like they were dying? Do you think they had to train themselves out of turning to make a face at the other; or share an inside joke no one else laughed at?

Do you think that after years and years and Years of being apart for the better part of their lives, after the wound closed up with only phantom pains, Impulse heard Skizz’s voice on hermit craft and nearly cried? Do you think it felt like coming home?

@theroboticscientist

Deep breaths, deep breaths, deep breaths. You’re alive, your name is BigB, you’re a listener and your main residence is on a private server.

BigB shook his head. He knew who he was, so did he suddenly just… lose it?

Coughing broke the silence. He turned his head and saw Ren, hunched over and coughing like he was about to die again.

BigB didn’t have the energy to stand up. He looked at Ren.

Or, well, what had been Ren.

It wasn’t Ren anymore.

Just a huge eye, staring him down. It didn’t blink, and BigB didn’t dare to either. Silence followed, but can there really be silence when a giant eye is staring you down?

The eye narrowed. The purple iris flashed with different shades, making BigBs eyes hurt and he closed them.

He shouldn’t have closed them.

He knew he shouldn’t have closed them.

If there is one word that could describe what happened after, he would like to hear it. Mostly just felt like all your insides being torn out but through your mouth.

BigB flung his eyes open. There wasn’t one purple eye anymore, just about a hundred.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

He cowered back against the ground, curling up into a ball and closing his eyes again.

… what was his name again?

“You’re Tyniq,” a voice cut through the silence. “You know who you are.”

I know who I am. I know who I am. I’ve always known who I am.

But… no. My name isn’t Tyniq. Not anymore. What is my stupid name?

“Already told you. Tyniq.” The voice said again.

Stupid thoughts! Watchers can read minds!

“That you can remember.” The voice was closer now.

That I can remember.

Silence followed again. Whoever he was, whether his name was Tyniq or not, he didn’t know.

The silence was deafening. It must’ve lasted for years, because he could quickly not remember ever hearing sound.

Wings from his head. They must be some sort of instinct he didn’t know he had. The silence was even greater now, like some form of advanced hearing had come along and just made the whole situation worse.

It must’ve been a hand that grabbed one of the head-wings. What else could it be? A hand grabbed the other one too.

“Shouldn’t you be with us instead, Tyniq?” The voice came from nowhere, before the head-wings exploded into excruciating pain.

The greatest pain is removing that of what you live for.

Words: 415

Song inspo: Blow My Brains Out

Lyric: Unlucky me, aware of the pain, all cause I happen to have so brain

I think that zedaph and Jimmy would make an awesome duo because Zed is perpetually confusing and Jimmy is perpetually confused

seeing newer HermitCraft fans learning about docs unwavering allyship for the first time is so fun because he has literally always been like this. remember that one time he jumped a guy for calling bdubs a faggot. at a bar. at Disneyland. years ago. doc doesn't lie he IS the goat

Doc and Grian’s dynamic is that Grian is Doc’s greatest nemesis, but Doc is not Grian’s nemesis.

Do you get me?

ASKSHAGWHSDIQGAODIISNSEUEEUWHXHHDSUUAUSW THE SEASON FOUR HYPE IS REAL

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Etho stares at the message on his communicator until his eyes are nearly blurry. No. No. No. No. If he thinks too hard, his very blood is in flames, burning away himself and Joel. If he thinks too hard, Joel’s triumphant scream pierces the air along with the axe buried in his chest. If he thinks too hard, the scars on his arms turn back to the flame they once were, setting his clothing alight as he screams in agony. 

But They want blood, and who is he to deny Them? Who is he to deny protection to those he couldn’t save before? (He knows he’ll betray them to live anyway.) 

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“They want blood… gladly,” Grian’s lips twist up into a sick grin. He’s far beyond caring, and has been since he scrubbed the blood of his lover from his fingernails under the desolate, unforgiving desert sun. 

“Grian?” 

The sick smile disappears as he’s faced with the ghost that has haunted him daily since the beginning. 

“Scar.” 

“One more time?” Scar wears his own tired grin, just as sick as Grian’s, and far more bitter. 

“One more time.” 

(Is this the last time?)

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“Wh-now? Are you serious?” Jimmy drops the pile of wood he’d been carrying through the doorway of his empty town. “Right now?” 

There’s no response–there never is, and hasn’t been in months. All that’s left to keep him company are the tumbleweeds, blowing past him, and the mocking, empty vacation houses he’d invited the others to build in the hopes someone would come keep him company.

“Least I won’t be alone, if I go…” Somewhere, there’s laughter, a call from his rancher and respect he’d forgotten he could have. 

That’s all it takes. 

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“Oh, for goodness sake!” 

He tries to ignore the message for several hours, although it taunts him with every glance down to the communicator, seeing others log off Hermitcraft. Etho. Grian. Scar. Tango. Cleo. Ren. Impulse. 

No, no, not this time. He doesn’t want to go, not when he’s sure Impulse has a matching scar through his chest where Bdubs’ sword betrayed him twice-albeit, on accident the final time. Etho’s long gone–of course he’d go–and Cleo, for reasons well beyond him. Far more hours pass, before he breaks–

“...fine!” 

(He never really had a choice. He’s not proven himself beyond failing those he swore loyalty to, and he won’t rest until then.) 

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Sharp laughter fills the air, like electricity buzzing, and then-

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“No thanks, I’m good mate!” Mumbo shakes his head, already turning back to the flooring of his definitely full vault. 

(Although…) 

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“Of course, of course..” Scott chuckles slowly, as if in on some joke that nobody else could ever understand. Like others… he’s far beyond caring, and has been since the lightning arched through the trees to take him despite his supposed victory. But first… he takes his time. Makes himself a drink, watches the sun set orange. After all… the next sunset could be red. 

As the sun dips below the horizon, he turns away. 

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It’s as if the fear and rage she’d felt for weeks before comes back in an instant, electrifying her. She’s typed her answer before she can even think twice about it, half blinded. Why? Why? Why did he do that? 

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“Hello, Scott,” she grins up at the rising sun, at the unmarred landscape around her. “Would you like to play a game?” 

I can literally say that my favorite song is 5 minutes old because my favorite song is The Well by The Crane Wives

DONT FORGET ABT IMPULSE YOU—

HE WAS LEADING THE BLOODY RESISTANCE

ITS ALL CONNECTED

I just realized that with Sausage passing his crown to Cleo at the end of the crossover, Hermitcraft’s Crastle now shares its owners with the original 3rd Life Crastle…

Bdubs as its architect and Cleo as its ruler… it just feels right, doesn’t it?