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I'd literally kill for countryhumans/Hetalia friends.

I KNOW I HAVE NEVER EVER TALKED ABOUT STAR STABLE ON THIS BLOG BUT THIS IS INFURIATING.

SO THE NEW UI.

ITS DISGUSTING. I HATE IT. IT RUINS THE WHOLE GAME FOR ME.

AND I CAN BE MAD AT THIS, IVE BEEN PLAYING SSO SINCE LIKE 2016.

PETITION TO CHANGE BACK TO THE OLD UI. THIS IS A SIN

guess who started watching a few new s7 povs

song: william tell overture: final - rossini

i loved the part in esc 2023 where käärijä won and he performed his reprise with bojan and the rest of joker out. and also when luke black came in the top five and also jann was there. and also when the juries all exploded

CHA-CHACHA-CH-CHA-CHA-CHA! 🇫🇮❤️‍🔥💚

yeah that famous old phrase we’ve all heard it

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

this screenshot is so fucking funny

Season 1: Watchers take interest in Martyn

Season 2: Martyn fails to serve the Watchers and they say he's more of a Listener

Season 3: Watchers stop talking to him

Season 4: Martyn teams up with only the one person they hate the most other than Grian (Scott)

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

If you see a lily pad, think of me.

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

Do you get me?

she gives you a wooden sword and says she wants your head, what do you do?

Simple question hermitblr.

WHY IS XB A FISH

Scar: how did he get so far up the hill?  Skizz: he’s cookin—

Grian: I do squats—I squat

Scar: never misses a leg day am I right?

Grian: every day is leg day

(Nine seconds of silence)

Scar: can’t relate 

trilogy of Martyn's ongoing jealousy bit

(special thanks to @riacte for helping me grab the first clip!)

something very funny to me about the progression of desert duo over the life series. we really went from "i'd die for you" to "i'm indifferent to you" to "i hate you" to "i'm going to actively murder you"

[Image ID: a low resolution screenshot of Bdoubleo100 in Limited Life. He is standing on grass, with a goat directly behind him, and looking into the camera. End ID.]

[Image ID: a low resolution screenshot of ImpulseSV in Limited Life. He is running through an oak forest and facing to the side of the camera. End ID.]

I miss the days when, no matter how slow your internet was, if you paused any video and let it buffer long enough, you could watch it uninterrupted

Last Words of all Limited Lifers

—

Jimmy: Ok. I’ve got it! I’VE FALLEN!!

—

Skizzleman: I have 22 minutes left and this is my final order. My time will not go to anybody else. Ties gets to the final 3. That’s it. Etho, do it.

—

Joel: Scar. Scar. Sc— OH NO I MESSED IT UP! Grian, it’s not going wel—!

—

Bdubs: Cle— Mom’s doing it!! Don’t worry! AHHHHHHHHHH!!

—

Tango: Come on Scar! Come on Scar! Come on! Noooo! NOOOO!

—

Scar: Hey wait wait wait! No no no no!! No no no! You can’t shoot a man in the back! That’s—! You just hit a man in the back! You hit a man in the back! That’s mean!

—

Cleo: I didn’t realize it was you. I have 8 minutes. 8 minutes.

—

BigB: Actually, I’m leaving. No. NO— I’m dead anyway. *sigh* What?

—

Grian: One death and I’m out, peeps. One death. And I’m out. It’s gonna— it’s getting pretty desp— *GASP* Oh no.

—

Etho: Please fall down. Please fall down. Won’t you fall down? Oh no!

—

Pearl: Scott! I swear! Scott! This is not a fair—!

—

Scott: We’ve all just respawned, so we’re all at full saturation. MAR—

—

Impulse: WHOOOOOAH!!! WHOAH! WHOAH! WHAT?!?! WHAT?!?! N—

—

Martyn: Nah, I don’t wanna play this silly game. I wanna do it this way. I wanna do it exactly this way! It doesn’t matter if you’re a Mean Gill or a Bad Boy or a Neighbour or a Clocker! YOU’RE ALL GOING DOWN!! NONE of these niceties! This is a death match for a reason! OHHHHH that feels good!! Time is delicious! HAHAHAHAHA!!

omg

Oh you cannot tell me that Scar getting spooked by a sculk sensor because he 'just got out of limited life where hearing one of those means something's about to blow up' and having to assure himself that everything's fine, he's 'on Hermitcraft, the people here are nice and aren't trying to kill you and you're not trying to scam anyone and everyone is nice' does not scream 'oh shoot this character has ptsd from the death games'. >:)

"My startled nature is completely justified coming straight off limited life."

Yeah this is just in my brain now.

bro drop the LIIIINK

soooo i made geoguessr out of the hermitcraft season 8 download

here we go girls

making a third life/wings of fire crossover AU (and writing a fic I’ll be posting here)

The main gist is that Grainshifter was a Nightwing born with animus magic under a full moon, giving him mind reading as well (for those who don’t know, animus magic has no limits. You can do ANYTHING) and the Nightwings, bastards that they are, take complete advantage of him and use him to make themselves essentially gods among the dragon species, taking the role of Watchers in this story. Generations and generations pass to the point where Nightwings are more legend than reality, as they prefer to stay hidden and feed on the strong emotions of the dragons below. After many years of being a Watcher, Grainshifter requests some time living as a normal dragon so he can experience what it’s like to live.. not in god status. His request is accepted, and he is sent down to attend Jade Mountain academy disguised as a Skywing dragonet. Here he meets all of the third life cast (excluding Martyn who comes in later) and after graduating, he returns to godhood.

Around this time, the Watchers have discovered that fear can be harvested using these cool death games! Wowee! Things are going swimmingly for awhile until the Watchers decide it would be a fantastic birthday gift idea for their special little boy to create a death game featuring all his old friends from his time at the academy :)

Grainshifter is not pleased jbJDJJXJXK

He instead uses what little influence he has (his magic was restricted at a young age before he had the autonomy to understand what was going on) to place himself in the death game in an act of somewhat childish defiance. Here he learns just how horrifying the things the Watchers are doing as he lives out the fear that they feed on. Also there’s this weird Seawing that Grainshifter doesn’t know who seems EXTRA miserable to be here, that’s odd.

This was just a little info dump on the main story, feel free to ask more lore questions or clarifications, I’m just getting started on this and I’m excited to continue!

here we go girls

making a third life/wings of fire crossover AU (and writing a fic I’ll be posting here)

The main gist is that Grainshifter was a Nightwing born with animus magic under a full moon, giving him mind reading as well (for those who don’t know, animus magic has no limits. You can do ANYTHING) and the Nightwings, bastards that they are, take complete advantage of him and use him to make themselves essentially gods among the dragon species, taking the role of Watchers in this story. Generations and generations pass to the point where Nightwings are more legend than reality, as they prefer to stay hidden and feed on the strong emotions of the dragons below. After many years of being a Watcher, Grainshifter requests some time living as a normal dragon so he can experience what it’s like to live.. not in god status. His request is accepted, and he is sent down to attend Jade Mountain academy disguised as a Skywing dragonet. Here he meets all of the third life cast (excluding Martyn who comes in later) and after graduating, he returns to godhood.

Around this time, the Watchers have discovered that fear can be harvested using these cool death games! Wowee! Things are going swimmingly for awhile until the Watchers decide it would be a fantastic birthday gift idea for their special little boy to create a death game featuring all his old friends from his time at the academy :)

Grainshifter is not pleased jbJDJJXJXK

He instead uses what little influence he has (his magic was restricted at a young age before he had the autonomy to understand what was going on) to place himself in the death game in an act of somewhat childish defiance. Here he learns just how horrifying the things the Watchers are doing as he lives out the fear that they feed on. Also there’s this weird Seawing that Grainshifter doesn’t know who seems EXTRA miserable to be here, that’s odd.

This was just a little info dump on the main story, feel free to ask more lore questions or clarifications, I’m just getting started on this and I’m excited to continue!

the implications of martyn wearing the dogwarts banner in limited life for his character:

he has made the banner in the LimLi world. He made it so that he could wear it for his final hours. because he still holds onto the memory of ren and the red army.

somehow he has managed to hold on to a dogwarts banner for four seasons despite resets. because he still holds onto the memory of ren and the red army.

thank you cherri for the dogwarts banner we are eternally indebted

Imaging this, a blonde guy pledges his allegiance to a brunet who is called was king at least once and had grey skin and both ended died in tragedy.

Did I describe Grian and Scar or Martyn and Rendog?

“Do you have a clock yet?” Impulse asked.

It was a warm day, the bright sunlight sweetened by the gentle breeze off the sea. Everything was new, the next chapter in the life series, and yet, some things stayed the same.

Bdubs searched his inventory. “I don’t, actually, no!”

Tango made some joke about not being able to sleep away the night here, and under that cover of laughter and jokes, Impulse stole down to the rudimentary hole he, Tango, Skizz, and Etho were calling home. Perhaps it was a little silly, to use resources so frivolously like this, but Impulse didn’t care.

Every time Impulse made a clock, he was always surprised how easy the recipe really was. Some redstone, a bit of gold. It felt almost juvenile that such a simple thing held so much weight and history within it.

When the clock was finished, Impulse flipped open the lid and picked up a small knife someone had left around- probably Etho- and began scratching letters into the golden surface.

“Well, I better be off, I’m sure Scar and Cleo are missing me.” Impulse heard Bdubs say from above. He snapped the clock closed, panicked, and raced back up to the surface.

“Wait, Bdubs!” He thrust the clock into Bdubs’ hands. “For you. For old times sake, huh? And maybe a bit of a bribe to not target me.” Impulse laughed, and Bdubs smiled down at the clock.

“Oh, thank you, Impulse!” Bdubs replied, putting it in his off-hand. “For old time’s sake.”

——

“Listen, Bdubs, I have something for you.” Cleo said. It was, if Cleo had to guess, the last day the Clockers would be alive. They were all rushing around, gathering materials and weapons. “You don’t happen to have a clock, do you?”

“Uhh…” Bdubs dug in his pockets for a moment. “I do! Impulse gave it to me way back on the first day!”

“Of course he did.” Cleo muttered, rolling her eyes slightly. “Listen, we can give you a better one. Give it to me.”

Bdubs handed it over, and Cleo went down to their family anvil, ignoring Scar’s babbling.

It was a standard clock, she saw as she looked down at it properly, with a golden lid with a window to the top half of the clock- if you were in a rush, the top was all you needed to tell the time. Cleo took out her tools, and popped the lid, intending to carve something into the back side of the clock lid. It clicked open, revealing the simple sun and moon that told the time, and the scratchings that were already cut into the back of the lid.

For my soulmate -i

“Oh, Impulse.” Cleo murmured softly. She ran her thumb across the letters, tracing each one like she knew Impulse would have wanted someone else to do.

It was so painfully Impulse. Despite some mistakes in his past, he was sweet and kind and loving. And a bit of a bastard, but that was besides the point- weren’t they all. The clock was a given- of course it had been Impulse to give Bdubs a clock. It wasn’t hard to see how much Impulse adored him. And the inscription… Cleo sighed. There was no way that Bdubs had seen it. She brushed away the metal dust that marred the letters slightly; Impulse had probably been in a hurry and hasn’t had time to brush them off yet. Bdubs wouldn’t have let it sit in his pocket like that if he’d known… or maybe he would have. Bdubs was surprisingly unreadable sometimes.

She closed the lid gently, and flipped the clock over onto its back. There she carved out her own message for Bdubs.

mamma’s favourite boy

She buffed her carving with a cloth that looked like it had come from Scar’s shirt, until the gold shined. It wasn’t really about who loved Bdubs more- there’s more then one way to love a person, and no one was adored the way Bdubs was. He would carry two peoples love with him today. Even if he didn’t know it.

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.