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hermitcraft season 10 and water

1. grian and gem are haunted (infected…?) by the ocean

2. false is the mary poppins of rivers. her briefcase is waterlogged

3. pearl and xb are fish

4. mumbo is growing gills

5. beef and skizz are henchmen for the salmon mafia

6. doc is in a swamp (and being terrorised by said salmon mafia)

7. keralis is on a boat :)

8. joel has a shrine for axolotl ocean queen lizzie ldshadowlady [NEW!]

#hc s10 #water's SO haunted

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It's been awhile since Joel has been on a desolate server. That's by design. He goes a little mad, you know. Well, he goes a little mad anyway, but there's something about that old scavenger Lonely that creeps him out, alright? It circles him like a buzzard, always in the corner of his eye. Drives him places. Gotta keep moving or it'll bite you. Gotta keep moving.

He gets back to building. It's quiet. It reminds him of the end of the world.

Joel shakes his head. He scowls at his shaking hands. He looks around. He can see the water, a river full of life running to a distant sea. There's no cloud of black and red on the horizon, there's not even a bloomin Jimmy or Fwhip around.

"Jimmy was here," Lonely croaks like a rook on a tombstone. "Recently."

"Shut up." Joel says to himself, because Lonely isn't here, isn't real, it's never real. All in his head, isn't it? An empire of him.

Gotta keep building. That's what he's good at, building. The compulsion of hand and hue and height. He builds a shop. No one stops him. He leaves a note for its neighbor because she's not there. No one is here. Just himself.

"It is so much like the End," Lonely tells him, and it's voice is the melody of a vacant goddess. "Do you think they'll recognize you when they come back?"

"Shut up."

"You're the only one talking, Joel." Lonely laughs like dying fish on a bone-dry seabed. "Obsessed with me, are you?"

Joel gets back to building. Building was always easy, all compulsion and thoughtless movement. Making life with his hands. Sculpting.

"I'm not a sculptor here," he whispers to himself as his hands reach for clay. It yields to his touch, grabs him back with greedy hands like the mud that devoured the sea goddess's castle.

"You always made me such beautiful things," Lonely croons, and he can feel it like a crown on his head, like a cloak on his shoulders. "I didn't remember a single one of them, did I?"

Joel is standing in front of a statue he's sculpted. His hands are heavy, and he's been crying. He looks up at a goddess, whose vacant stare can't see him, but it is the harmless vacant of creation, and not the terrible vacant of a love lost forever.

"I've missed you Joel," Lonely whispers, with the voice of his goddess, in a world that ended far away. "Why did you stop visiting me? You didn't abandon me, did you, love?"

Joel closes his eyes, and grits his teeth. "I can't forget you."

Joel flies away, like he could outrun that circling scavenger. Though still he sees it out of the corner of his eye.

He needs to find something to build.

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omg its past 12 happy birthday hermitcraft

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Non-redstoners trying to redstone: the magic of the glowing red ores is one of the great mysteries of the world that few have mastered. But with careful study, observation, and practice I too may be able to harness its powers

Literally anyone trying to use an armor stand: Cleo is a witch and if I touch their spell book I will die or be haunted for the rest of my days by the aftershocks of magic I will never comprehend

#except joel #but joel is an outlier in many many things #hermitcraft

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Sitting here watching the bids go higher on the Hermitcraft Charity Auction like yessssss, yessss, go rich people go. spend my for my amusement for charity. these are ROOKIE numbers, I wanna see some REAL spending.

#hermitcraft #i keep rechecking and being just impressed and whoo! charity but also wtf and how #the bidding wars on some of the items are terrifying #anyways 9 hours till the livestream!!!! (if i did math correctly)

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the consciousness of decked out has actually been split into three pieces between the members of the Deepfrost Court. the pieces that became a postal service and a factory are confused but not as confused as the part that's becoming Frogger

#hermitcraft #decked out my beloved #hc s10 #pearlescentmoon #tangotek #ethoslab

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to all my writeblr boopers out there, YOU! yes, you! write 10 words per boop you receive and pass the boop on <3

#fuck it we ball #boop #already going to be writing 5100 words soooo...

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What is in the water this season?

the hermits, it's the hermits

#hermitcraft #hc s10 #post brought to you by mumbo saying he might be turning into a fish in his latest episode #and all other fishy shenanigains that have happened in just over a month #water's haunted *cocks gun*

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it's even better when (through context from pearl's video) you learn this is (almost) directly after he spent 16 hours in a swamp chopping mangrove.

witness today: docm77 managing to cause himself to completely and totally bluescreen on the spot,

#hc s10 #docm77 #joe hills #zombiecleo #vintagebeef #hermitcraft #the man is so determined to make the hermits pay (in both senses) with sand he loses his mind (not sanity. he never had that)

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it took me 7 episodes to come to the full realization that #1 horse enthusiast Bdubs and #1 horse euthanasian Joel now exist on the same server and will for a multitude of time.

it might be nothing happens, but

#hermitcraft #hc s10 #joel smallishbeans #bdubs #they are rotating #i am perfectly fine if nothing happens btw #it is more the cards are layed out and there is an Event that could take place #so it rotates

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your words did something to my brain and then the sun was rising and there were words on my screen. it won't let be go to bed until i post this, i am so sorry.

There’s a question to be asked, not by him, but it is a question and should be asked. When there is a labyrinth, not a maze the difference is rather important for this, and there is a person, how many roles are there really for them to take on?

He’s not quite sure when the question appeared, much less where it came from or should go. If he was the type of person to blame things willy-nilly he’d probably blame one of the people-ish that follow him around. It seems like something they’d start. He does, of course, know why the question appeared. It’s not like he’s kept many of his ideas secret, that’s not the game he’s playing. He doesn’t think he’d have been very good at it either, instructions from vague entities with questionable sources of power and authority didn’t have much track record of being followed in his case. And he also rather liked living without the impending finality of mortality pressing down around him and his friends. Got confirmation for that just, oh wow a little over two years. How time flies. Or at least moves very quickly when one is not directly staring at it and keeping careful track of its movements.

He’d been thinking about labyrinths. Well, the roles people fall into when labyrinths come into question. See there’s at least one. That sounds self-evident, of course there’s at least one. But that’s the role isn’t it, the person In the labyrinth. Now they don’t necessarily have to be physically in the labyrinth, but for there to be a person and labyrinth in the same scenario there would have to be some form of connection between the two and by the nature of a labyrinth he can’t quite think of one that couldn’t be at its core being described as In the labyrinth.

So there’s that one. Sensible, fairly stable, clear to understand. You are In the labyrinth.

But the question isn’t how many roles there are. That might be an easier question to ask.

He could probably answer that question. He shouldn’t. That’s not really the point of that question and doesn’t do much about his problem of the current question but give him more reason to think about it and knowing him eventually go and ask someone. That’s not his question to ask, however much space it’s currently taking up in his thoughts.

It is bugging him, both the question and all the other bits of ideas and such it has started trailing off like a fraying sweater or stitches unraveling. Maybe he should ask someone how they keep theirs tidy. He can think of a couple people who could give him varying shades of advice and a few others it might confuse enough to be humorous and give him a completely different variety of advice. At least one of them would most likely end with his head getting cut off, but that was always a risk in asking your friends for advice. Luckily most of the time they were nice about it and half the time it was even done with good intentions!

The roles have started branching out further. Almost similar to a spider web if he thinks about it in that way and not like a line of thread weaving its way through hallways that shift and double back upon itself; dead ends that are only dead ends once you turn the corner.

How many roles are there for the person to become when there is a labyrinth?

He’s not asking the question.

Asking it means he’ll try to answer it, that others will answer it or try to solve it. It should be asked, that’s the point of questions, or one of them, but he shouldn’t be the one to ask it. Can’t be.

If he asks it then he’ll have to go and be Aware of the narrative and he likes his Awareness where it is at the moment. He’s worked hard to keep it how it is, like a carefully maintained plant. Thankfully his doesn’t seem to be as temperamental as some of his friends' Awareness-plants.

So he can’t ask the question that has almost certainly been created by one or more of the people-who-are-there-but-not-really, but he also knows the question so now it just sits in his thoughts like… well he had a comparison but now he’s lost it. See this is what happens when he gets a question he can’t ask. He loses all the other random thoughts that may or may not have been terribly interesting and something he could have pursued further than vague ramblings talking around the subject. He’s very good at vague ramblings talking around the subject but there’s a difference in doing it and doing it because he can’t actually talk about the subject (specifically how he’s doing now). He rather thinks it’s one of his not-quite-defining-but-still-important characteristics. It is nice that he’s had experience in parts of this. And one could consider that now he’s gaining more experience in new areas tangentially related to previous aspects he’s done, as well as one’s he’s not the best in.

Anyway, there’s a question to be asked about labyrinths and the roles a person plays in them, but it’s not a question for him to ask.

He rather thinks that’s some fraction of the point. If the person In the labyrinth starts asking questions about the roles played in labyrinths, what happens to their own role?

Hmmm. Maybe he should go talk to people about loose threads and unraveling sweaters.

minotaur Joe for the fanon swap prompts? i feel like he'd do something very philosophical and Joe(tm) about mythology. or butterfly/moth Joe?

After waking up with a headache and looking in the mirror to shave, Joe pauses. He stares at his reflection in the mirror. For the past several days, he hadn't thought anything of it; it's usual enough, for a hermit to start to get weird as the day of the start of a new project approaches. Why, if all that moon stuff hadn't happened, Joe can only imagine what growing snakes would have been like for Cleo.

He wonders if it was anything like this: Joe wakes up, stretches, hears weird clacking as he goes to the bathroom, goes to grab his razor, and rather abruptly realizes that he doesn't have a beard, or, rather, that since he now has a bull's head, he has far more beard than can possibly be reasonably shaved, and he should throw the whole concept of 'shaving a beard' out the window.

"Huh," he says. "I guess growing horns does give people a headache? Who knew?"

If his voice is wavering as he says it, well, no one's around to hear. They're between seasons, and while Joe is sharing a server with several hermits at the moment, his mountain lodge doesn't have much by way of neighbors. He's alone to have this horrible revelation.

"How will the bunny ears look with the bull head?" he asks himself. He tries to picture the result and, determining it a little less existentially terrifying than a sudden, unplanned change of species, decides to put them on. He nods. "I am a Playboy Minotaur," he mutters to himself. "I am confident! Composed! Perhaps even a sexyman? Eh, I'll workshop it. I wonder if there's better-matching armor for this..."

He hitches in his morning routine when he realizes the weird clacking he'd been hearing had been hooves. Realistically, he should now be wondering how well any of his boots will fit, now that he doesn't really have toes, and if he needs to be shoed, like a horse might, to protect the hooves from damage instead. Realistically, he should be contacting Iskall about whatever modifications need to be made for the remainder of his time hunting vaults before season 10 starts. Realistically, he should be hunting down one of the less-human hermits and asking if eating burgers to gain levels is now cannibalism. All of these things are realistic concerns that he can bother people about right now, if he wants to!

Unrealistically, he's thinking more about a conversation he'd had with Cub the other day as he stares at his hooves, hands shaking far, far more than he'd care to admit.

They'd been arguing about who Daedalus was.

It had started when they started planning together. Joe had mentioned wanting to build a labyrinth a little bit ago, and Cub, who apparently loved building mazes, was going to help out with the planning. With any luck, all of the hermits were going to help build it! He'd rambled about giving himself a bit of themeing about Theseus as a result, about conquering this whole labyrinth build, this project he'd designed not to really have an end. About having to guide himself in and out through twisting tunnels.

Cub had then pointed out that if Joe had been building it, that technically makes him Daedalus; the one guy who knew the layout, the genius inventor building the trap for the server, designing its hallways. Joe had argued that was who Cub would be; Cub is the expert madman inventor being brought on, and Joe just like, wanted to build a maze. Cub had said that that sort of made Joe Minos then, but given season seven, the guy who once got cursed to turn everything he touched to gold didn't feel very fitting. Joe had agreed it hadn't fit. Maybe they'd split Daedalus then, if Theseus was a little too thematically muddled?

They'd laughed about it. Joe hadn't really intended for the maze to be based on myth, anyway. That would be stealing Cleo's bit, and he knows better than to do that.

And yet.

"We didn't consider I might be the Minotaur," Joe says to no one in particular. "You know. Of the figures associated with the Labyrinth, we didn't consider the big bull trapped in the middle. I should tell Cub we forgot about that one. It'll be a real laugh."

He can't quite say out loud the thing he's really thinking, which is this:

Well, if the universe has decided the guy with the maze won't be the hero, or the inventor, or the king, but the bull it was designed to trap--well. What's that say about him, exactly, in symbology?

"Maybe it's just in reference to the vaults," he says, trying to hype himself up. It falls a little flat. He takes a deep breath. He realizes he's still holding his razor, even after crossing his house to get the bunny ears. He goes to put the razor down and catches sight of his head in the mirror once again.

Monstrous. He's friends with a lot of monsters, of course; he's known Cleo for more than a decade. And his mannerisms, they're still him. But right then, in that moment...

He pokes the bunny ears.

"I am the Playboy Minotaur," he says, more insistently. "Didn't Iskall have that dress he had covered in flowers? That's what's really important here. That, and the obligatory cannibalism if I want to reach the level 100 goal in time, of course. The Minotaur clearly ate meat, despite being a cow, and ate people, despite being half person, but we really know nothing about what cow would do to my diet. Hold on, I have a very confusing message I can write Iskall about this one."

He deliberately turns away from the mirror and goes to write Iskall something that will explain nothing at all, and then tell Cub about their oversight. It's not like he can change it now.

#i don't even know how to tag this #under read more because yeah #hermitcraft #yes this is about joe of the hills #did you know labyrinths and mazes aren't synonyms #i know too much about labyrinths/The Labyrinth #my brain has so many thoughts but i'm going to go pass out now #basically though labyrinth has 1 exit/entrance and mazes have multiple #ariadne is fascinating btw once you start looking into her more

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They keep saying we're still stuck in the desert Lost some part of ourselves to that desolate place I don't know how right they are I like to think they're not but… well that's the thing with sand It ~stays~ Clings to the corners and edges Gets under your nails and in your hair No matter how much you try to get rid of it They stay Come back time and time again just when I thought it was the last You change your clothes, knock out your shoes and somehow there he is again Mr. Sand, doubled without a care for logistics falling out the hem you know wasn't there was never under the burning sun the sand turned red as it falls And it's gets under your skin the sand somehow unlimited by what's rational It's there when it shouldn't be Trails behind you like I can't see I know it's there I can see it, stuck gritty and mocking ~I left the desert~ I left the desert it wasn't supposed to follow me the flowers all died there withered in the heat cut from the ground and quickly lost they burned dried up and died and I walked away I walked away but the sand still stays We left the desert The desert hasn't left us

#anyway in celebration of Scar's win have yet another poem i wrote during the series #because 3rd life is long gone but the memory sure isn't #trafficblr #life series #Third life #grian #scar #you chose who the narrator is

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Spoilers -> I cannot believe he won secret life no way, btw he is now jamming with the secret keeper

#secret life #secret life spoilers #goodtimeswithscar #this is amazing op #queued

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it’s kind of funny how scott assumed that being friends with everyone would help him to survive longer, and it kinda did, he just didn’t factor in the “pearl has wanted to kill him by default since double life”

#pearlescentmoon #scottsmajor #secret life #secret life spoilers #trafficblr #queued

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When Skizz blows him up, Scar blinks back to life red-eyed and angry.

He's was just so tired of being shot at and picked on. Like vultures circling the slowly dying animal.

Yes, he doesn't have any allies, he knows. Maybe he would by now if his tasks didn't keep making everyone hate him.

At least he doesn't have to try and stay hinged now. Who'd fault a red for going and doing what they want?

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The remnants of his sunflower cape gets tucked away in a chest buried underground. He'd liked that cape.

His new cape is black, they wanted a villain after all, and... he's actually not sure where he got the flowers. His sunflowers had come from around Trader Scars. Whatever, he probably had just picked them up somewhere.

At least the red and purple fit with the rest of his outfit. Scar thinks he remembers someone telling him poppies were technically weeds, hard to kill and grew wherever. He could use some of that.

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He... won.

There's an arrow still nocked as he stares down through the ravine.

There weren't any items that dropped from deaths now. No sign where Pearl fell, nothing for Scar to collect.

The lilac and poppies of his cloak rustle as the zombie punches him further in, not able to understand it's slowly killing itself on his thorns.

He'd won.

How had he won?

He never had any real allies, had been hated at one point or another by everyone on the server, and most of the last few day's he'd just been walking around different groups pretending he was supposed to be there.

And he'd won.

Scar build back up and stumbles over to the Secret Keeper habitually, half heart flickering as he makes his way over to the stone monument.

The button's easy to press, cold and simple. He'd succeeded. The villain of the server, and he'd succeeded.

Scar laughs like he has been off and on since he found out. He laughs, because... what else is he supposed to do.

He'd won.

#secret life #secret life spoilers #goodtimeswithscar #honestly i started this i don't know when and only just now finished it #so i have no idea where it was going and no idea where it went

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Okay so Gem throughout Secret Life (and also the one episode in Limited Life) has been so fascinating for several reasons. (hello i'm back, yes this is the brain rotates the gem post, welcome.)

so first off everyone is fairly Aware of her pvp prowess, GeminiSlay is a name they know. So for the most part, no one tries to fight her. She's brought down by fighting blazes & an enderman, the red horde going after everyone (them fighting back) and eventually Scar's bow, and then by and large Grian's tnt minecarts before Pearl and Scar together kill her in a 2 v 1 fight (that for the 1st part mostly-ish bows, something she isn't quite as good at). People talk about how they don't want to fight Gem. Not unless they have to.

This affords her a level of safety. If they're scared of fighting you, they don't go after you.

And then she's the New person. She's the only New Person. She's cheery and happy even as she goes on her murdering sprees. Even Lizzie and Mumbo, not back since Last Life, have a different edge to them and then they're out so quickly they don't reach the line where the server goes into murder and betrayal. Cleo says it in the last session: Gem doesn't know what is about to happen.

And she doesn't. Not in the way everyone else does. It is a murder game, and Gem treats it as such, but she doesn't get the weight of what happens in those last sessions.

She loses her first life and is mildly bloodthirsty, she opens the end, sends in greens in hopes of getting more yellows, she gets a task that says kill every non red at least once and does so without hesitance, she turns red, succeeds 5 red tasks in her next episode and gets her two teammates to sacrifice themselves to her along with killing Pearl, and she smiles throughout the entire thing.

When the last session starts she's happy, ready to go out and murder some more people, and sure it's a bit "erie" and "quiet", but she's having a great time on the murder camel, looking for Skizz, figuring out how they can kill Etho/Cleo/Grian.

The other players Know what's about to happen, and she doesn't. Scott stays with her almost the entire episode. He knows what's going to happen. He already decided how he's going to die.

And then they come back from the Nether and Gem loses about 30 of her hearts, she panics slightly and a bit more when she finds Grian behind a wall (alone and down a bunch of hearts her first thought is run), but she goes back to the fight, kills Grian herself, and, oh, it's only them and the mounders left, time for the last battle apparently. She tries getting her murder buddy on their side again but Pearl refuses and it's not like she's leaving the Scotts, so they shoot arrows and run around the server a bit before retreating up the stairs back to their base. Pearl shoots her, Impulse dies, and Gem is starting to think they are going to as well (it's fine, that's what the game's about), but Bdubs and Joel are killed pretty easily and then she and Scott are running again (run, shoot, run again, why'd it have to be a bow fight?), there's a close call with Scar (it's fine, she gets away, where's Scott though?).

But I don't think she really gets it yet. Not until she joins back up with Scott and the first thing he says is "I need you to kill me. I've got 2.5 hearts, you need to kill me." And Scott throws items at her, food and an end crystal, and takes off his armour and Pearl and Scar aren't far behind...

Gem doesn't even get time to process. Pearl and Scar weren't far behind. She runs and fights and holds her own even in a 2v1, but it doesn't matter.

Gem is the new person. And she makes it all the way to 3rd, she's proud of that, should be proud of that. But she only thought of it as a fun murder game right up until Scott died. Sacrificed himself for her.

#trafficblr #secret life #secret life spoilers #geminitay #i don't know #just... That Moment in the session did something and i think that's when she really Got it #the life series are murder games but they're also More #every member has had a moment or two where it hit them and I think Gem didn't right up until nearly the end