Carefully Traversing Through Decked Out 2 (tumblr) With A Compass In Hand (a Renchanting Post), Trying

The difference between purple pandas love of impulse and impulse being Petty 💜

Scar saw the poll turn green. He cheered to himself and smirked.

“About time someone acknowledged my sexiness,” Scar said to himself. He scrolled back up to the bracket, looking for his next competitor. He read the name and paused.

Technoblade.

He swallowed a large mouthful of air. Behind him, he heard the sick sound of steel scraping its scabbard.

—

“Doc, my brother from another mama!” Ren shouted. He leaned over the edge of the Perimeter, looking for his friend. “Did’ja see the bracket? We’re up against each other!” He heard nothing.

“Doc?” Ren shouted slightly louder.

“I heard, Ren,” Doc said. Ren turned around slowly, finding Doc standing over him in his ripped lab coat, taut muscles exposed to the elements that surrounded him. “And I’m sorry that your time in the bracket has to end this way.”

—

“Oi, Pearl!” Cleo said, landing next to their fellow hermit.

“Hiya, Cleo!” Pearl said. “Is this about the bracket?”

“Yep,” Cleo said. “I just wanted to stop by and say, no hard feelings.”

“Why would there be hard feelings?” Pearl asked.

“Well, no one’s heard from Zloy since I beat him into a pulp,” Cleo said. “I just wanted to make sure you knew there’s no shame in losing.”

“What makes you think you’re gonna win?”

Cleo arched her eyebrows menacingly and glared at Pearl.

“No, Pearl, I don’t think I’m going to win,” they said. “I know.”

—

“Hi Joel!” BDubs shouted. His head had just shot up out of a bush on Joel’s island.

“Good lore, BDubs!” Joel shouted, quickly moving his foot out of the way. “How did you even get here?”

“The power of my sexy prowesses!” BDubs said enthusiastically. He disentangled himself from the foliage and drew himself up to full height, which was not particularly tall. “You know what they’re saying about me on the Tumbles, right?”

“I think they actually think I’m sexier,” Joel said.

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” BDubs said, attempting to throw his arm over Joel’s shoulder. Unfortunately, he couldn’t reach, so he awkwardly backed away with an outstretched arm.

“I am, as you know, a very tall and sexy god of lore,” Joel said. “I think that beats ‘weird mossy dwarf’ any day.”

—

Scott cursed as he slipped on a rock. He had been crawling through the wilderness for several hours, searching for his competitor, but he had finally come close. He checked his map one more time, seeing how far he had come. Looking up, he saw a small wooden cabin. He approached it and knocked on the door.

Etho opened it, allowing savory smoke to waft into Scott’s nose.

“What’s up?” Etho asked.

“I just came to tell you…” Scott said nervously, “we’re up against each other in the bracket…”

“Oh, that’s fun!” Etho said.

“And that I’m going to tell my fans that if they don’t vote for me they’re homophobic,” Scott said.

Scott couldn’t see it, but deep down he knew that Etho was frowning disapprovingly.

—

Grian walked into Mumbo’s base, following some weird, high-pitched noise from his own base.

“MumboJumbo!” a voice was singing. “I am hotter!”

"Mumbo?” Grian whispered hopefully. Following the sound, he walked deeper, approaching the slight opening in the walls of Mumbo’s vault. The noise grew, and Grian’s hopes grew with it.

Those hopes deflated when he entered and saw Slimecicle dropping slimeballs on every surface.

“MumboJumbo!” the autotuned voice continued. “Come and fight me!”

Grian sighed heavily, turned, and left.

—

Wilbur was walking towards his front door when he noticed Joe Hills sitting on his porch.

“Oh,” Wilbur said. “You’re Joe, right?”

"Yes I am!” Joe said.

“Is this about the bracket?” Wilbur asked.

“Oh, that silly thing?” Joe said. “No, not in the slightest! I just wanted to say howdy!”

“Do you want to come in or something?” Wilbur offered. “I have soup if you want it. And I’ve been told I make some pretty good burgers.”

“No, that’s fine,” Joe said. “I’m good just sitting right here.”

“OK, then,” Wilbur said, opening the door. He walked inside and looked around. On a hunch, he checked upstairs. Nothing was amiss. He came back down to find Joe sitting exactly where he had left him.

“Are you going to… move or something?” Wilbur asked.

“No, I think I’ll sit right here for the next…” he checked his phone. “22 hours and 57 minutes.”

—

Grian returned to his cave to find Quackity lounging on a dark oak stair in front of the portal.

“Hiya!” Quackity said.

"Oh no,” Grian said nervously. “What do you want?”

“I thought I’d skip ahead a bit and try to cut a deal,” he said. “You see, I know I can’t win against you. You’ve got way too many stans.”

“Look, if this is about the bracket, I don’t really care-”

“Look, Grian. I have an offer.” Quackity stood up and walked towards the hermit. “Let’s pool our votes and form a ticket together. We can be co-sexymen!”

“No no no no no,” Grian said. “I’ve heard this story before.”

“But I have to beat Wilbur!” Quackity said. “Come on, man. What the fu-”

“Nope!” Grian interjected, shoving Quackity back through the Rift.

Behind him, Grumbot lit up. He whirred briefly, and then spat out a message.

WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT?

“This is a family-friendly server, Grumbot,” Grian said.

I AGREE

SUBSCRIBE TO GTWS

ALRIGHT LISTEN UP FELLAS IF YOU DONT VOTE FOR JOE HILLS I HAVE TABLE FULL OF TORTURE DEVICES AND THEY WILL BE USED /j

JUST VOTE HIM PLEASE

Sometimes I think “how did impulse and skizz become friends? They’re like opposites” and then they do something like this.

Beloved <3 You did NOT have to apologize my guy

ren…

not to be THAT guy but….

impulse held on to his rage for so long. his anger for bdubs was what drove him to keep playing and playing. it just got worse when bdubs accidentally killed him in double life. they could have won it. they could have but bdubs betrayed him again.

he thought helping tango boogey bdubs would help. it did a little bit, the idea that he was tricking bdubs and making sure he died. it felt good, but it just made him want to do it himself.

so he shot him on sky net. He looked bdubs in the eyes and shot him in the chest, watching as his dead body tipped off the ledge and fell to the ground. his heart felt full and his adrenaline was pumping, it felt good to finally do it himself. bdubs deserved it.

when he realized he had killed bdubs permanently with the tnt, he waited for that same feeling to come. he stood there and clutched his chest as he tried to catch his breath, but the only feelings that were rising were ones of shame and regret.

it didn’t help that he permakilled bdubs. it didn’t help that he dropped a tnt on his friend and ended his life. he realized it didn’t matter that he shot him, or tricked him, or lied to him.

he held on to that rage for so long, thinking that by killing bdubs, it would go away. it didn’t, and instead that rage was replaced with guilt.

he stayed on the server longer than he should have, the portal to hermitcraft swirling ominously in front of him. how would he go back? how would he face bdubs knowing that all he ever wanted was so so futile. how would he apologize?

he couldn’t. maybe he should stay here and wither away. maybe he should never go back….

“impulse?”

“yeah?”

bdubs’ smiling face through the swirls of the portal was big and perfect, he had his cloak on and there were no signs of trouble. he was back to the normal, happy bdubs he always has been. “common, ya big oaf, it’s time to get out of here.”

all he could do was nod. maybe the best thing they could do was move on. an eye for an eye. a leg for a leg.

hopefully they could heal from those wounds together.

Totally. I’m all for this

Petition to add an "i'm not a robot" test to the follow button anyone?

I’m gonna cry. I love this so much. I thankfully don’t have a need to become a BACA kid, but I’ve always wanted to be a good biker AND they exist in my country. BACA here I come the SECOND I turn 18 and can join!!

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Does anyone have a list of the rats smp members pronouns? Both content creators and characters?