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rip mumbo k jumbo. you did not, in fact, kill a lot

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big and bloop

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My ideal bedroom would have plenty of plants. My realistic bedroom would have none cause I cannot keep plants alive xD

Open tags! Anyone who wants to do this can

Another picrew chain!

Make your ideal room/what you wish your room looked like

(If your ideal room is what you already have, you can just do that too)

Tags: @chained-sweater @persona5striker5 @ashippingpotato @simp4diobrando @obsessedwithyouxx

@garlimcbread @themushroomkingsforest @gr3aserzzz-gang and anyone else!

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ImpulseSV Zine? Want to it to be done?

So, Impulse doesn't have a fan zine and I thought maybe it would be fun to do one!

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don't leave me hanging along again

also on AO3

After the end of the session—after secrets are revealed and the rewards are reaped—everyone just hangs out. It's the no-man's-land of time, a few hours without fighting—and also without peace. You don't build new alliances or lay new traps. You use the time to breathe, to talk, to try to laugh. If you do it right, you won't hate your friends when you leave.

That's what you like to do at least. Jimmy likes to use this time to apologize. Back when you were soulmates—2 games and a Hermitcraft world ago—this was endearing to you.

Now, you wait for it.

You and Skizz catch up with Impulse, laughing about the game of tag, commiserating over their failures. Your conversation is light—it's Impulse and Skizz. You three have been friends for so long you can't be anything but. This is bearable. Manageable.

Several minutes into your conversation, Bdubs sidles up next to Impulse, fitting himself so perfectly into Impulse’s side it’s like the space had been left for him all along. The two of them aren't together this time around, but their history folds wrinkles into their every interaction.

For now, Bdubs is here to gloat.

Skizz watches them carefully, the way they bend towards each other without even meaning to. He's trying to understand them, trying to understand ex-soulmates—has been trying to understand for the last two games. Skizz missed just one of Grian's invitations and returned to a tangled web of feelings that have only gotten more and more knotted every time the games started back up again.

The longer this goes on, the more it’ll be clear to Skizz just how messed up you are over Jimmy—messed up in a way the others aren’t over their own ex-soulmates. Even if Skizz hasn’t already heard it directly from Impulse—and he definitely has, you know your friends—he’s figuring it out now. You can hear him and BigB whisper to each other, usually when you're on the other side of their island futzing with the stupid chicken machine.

How do you explain it to someone who wasn't there? How do you explain the way blood, injuries, every fraction of a heart lost all meant something bigger than yourself? That that was the game?

You didn't like being responsible for someone else's loss. You don't miss it. You don't want it back. But you would carve another 19 hearts out of your chest just to feel Jimmy's pain again.

How do you explain that to someone who wasn't there? You don't. You can't.

You won't try. You listen to Bdubs brag instead, laughing when Impulse gets under his skin— gentle. Oh so familiar with what makes him tick.

You won't try. You’ll let Skizz stay disbelieving, shooting you looks with one eyebrow raised, whispering with BigB when they think you're busy, listening to Impulse tell stories they think you don't know about.

You won't try. Bdubs is interrupted by Jimmy finally bounding over with a cheerful “Hello!”

“I heard you blew our boy up!” Impulse gestures at you—did Bdubs tell him? Do you even care?

Jimmy grins, canine sharp, and you both laugh like nothing hurts.

“We should take your name out of the drawing for that.” Skizz says and his easy-going smile is just a little too wide.

Jimmy turns to you and before his face can even fall, you say, “Don't worry about it.”

He smiles at you, not even relieved he was so certain in you. And it's just like before, standing right up against the thing that will hurt you, just because he's there smiling on the other side of it, just because you miss your heart beating with his. And isn't that exactly what will get you killed?

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Yeah, if my guy unmuted while he was lurking I am pretty sure he would do very similar things xD

(You know who you are.)

I finally started watching your Artimators, and I love how every single one of you can get me going, "What is wrong with you?" in the fondest voice ever xD. Watching Phil read WikiHow articles at you reminded me of someone on the server I'm on who lurks around my base while I'm working lol.

I love your videos, they're so much fun! Can't wait to catch up fully!

lolll i love my friends theyre all so funny and joyous and have great personalities and i like being able to share the whimsy with an audience

phils wikihow saga is so funny because the early artimators days was sort of our first time talking to each other besides like, being twitter oomfs and group chats and stuff and from the very start he was immediately just Like That being taylor swift on my roof and shit while i go on a 45 minute long mining expedition. and he never stopped heart emoji. so yea hope you enjoyyy ty :J

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I'm pretty sure if my guy unmuted while he was lurking he would have very similar vibes xD.

(You know who you are)

I finally started watching your Artimators, and I love how every single one of you can get me going, "What is wrong with you?" in the fondest voice ever xD. Watching Phil read WikiHow articles at you reminded me of someone on the server I'm on who lurks around my base while I'm working lol.

I love your videos, they're so much fun! Can't wait to catch up fully!

lolll i love my friends theyre all so funny and joyous and have great personalities and i like being able to share the whimsy with an audience

phils wikihow saga is so funny because the early artimators days was sort of our first time talking to each other besides like, being twitter oomfs and group chats and stuff and from the very start he was immediately just Like That being taylor swift on my roof and shit while i go on a 45 minute long mining expedition. and he never stopped heart emoji. so yea hope you enjoyyy ty :J

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Something fun to consider about Tango (and his character) is that he’s 100% capable of and comfortable with commanding authority

You mostly see it on streams, with the firm yet easy grip he has on his chat; but it’s also clear from how his servermates talk to and about him. When selling the hermit permit concept to his audience, Grian specifically invoked Tango (alongside Etho and Cub) as someone whose approval should set the audience at ease. Heck, this year Joe Hills told Tango in an episode that he’s respected “as an authority” on the server (therefore Tango can totally issue Scar a search warrant)

And yet in the life series, Tango has a reputation for letting people walk all over him!

I suppose a simple way of putting it would be that cc!Tango is able to command the respect and attention of his peers; but c!Tango (and especially traffic!Tango) lacks the confidence required. He’ll let the Crastle and BEST pressure him out of his lives one way or another; he’ll let Skizz and Jimmy talk him down from his righteous fury

And that’s a fine, clear reading! But lately I’ve been trying to see if I can reconcile the idea of a life series Tango who can take a position of power, who knows that he can, but for some reason refrains. Because there are moments where traffic!Tango flexes his authority, and they fascinate me

A favorite of mine occurs in Secret Life, during the game of tag. Tango loses the first round and drops out, leaving Scott, Bdubs, and Impulse to chase each other down. Bdubs, currently “it” and struggling, runs past Tango and Skizz. His distress is obvious. Then Tango, calmly and firmly, instructs Skizz to get off the horse he’s riding and give it to Bdubs. Skizz protests—Tango insists. Skizz dismounts.

Traffic!Tango wielded that authority for Bdubs of all people. Fascinating

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When Tango notices it, lying down maybe a dozen blocks away from the Factory's entrance, he jumps so high he hits his head into the upper blocks.

He lands butt flat on the floor, dull ache in more than one part of his body now. Gasps for air; fear slowly receding in his lungs is replaced by disbelief. Tango scrambles back to his feet, whips a torch out of his inventory and steps closer to look.

The snail shell, highlighted by the flickers of fire, is still there.

Unmoving.

Tango chokes down a distressed sound and makes one step closer, looking the shell over. He can clearly see the red-and-black patterning on the shell, the leather accessory that imitates his vest pockets. It's gotta be the same one, from the Life server, or a very good replica.

Is this some sort of a prank? Why now? ...Why him? Tango notices the first wisps of anger settling inside him, his breathing starting to taste like smoke. You don't prank people with something that chased them to death so many times, that's evil and traumatic and -

The shell moves.

Tango screams and attempts to flee, tripping over his tail and falling face first in barely ten steps.

He pushes himself on his back, gasping every tick, and watches as the snail emerges, plopping out a first long, redstone-torch eyestalk, then another. Mind going blank from fear, Tango tries to crawl backwards, make some distance or -

He expects the directed movement, the jump, but the snail doesn't seem to pay attention to him. It stretches out its body, waves its eyes around a bit, and starts making its way towards the Factory wall. Oh - oh, maybe it's gonna eat the walls, Tango's brain supplies. That's kinda - normal? Considering that's what snails do. And what Tango did in that Life game, too.

He lets out a shaky laugh, and tries to reach for the comm. It's unlikely that anyone else is awake and free, it's kinda night o'clock outside, but - what if. His hands are shaking so much he almost drops the comm; Tango steadies them, and types in chat, watching the foul beast crawl all over his wall.

[Tango:] Question to all Lifers: does anyone hve a snail around?

The creature seems to decide vertical surfaces are overrated, and crawls back down, settling on a patch of grass and munching on it. The comm beeps, and Tango jolts with a squeak again, dropping it this time.

[GoodTimeWithScar:] what do you mean a snail

[GoodTimeWithScar:] OH MY GOD A SNAIL

Not to say that someone else's misery makes Tango feel better, but - It does. It honestly does.

Then, the snail makes an eye contact with him.

Tango tries to get moving, scramble away, as it starts moving towards him. Eerily silent, too - no weird vocalizations it had back then, no heralding its approach. Another push of his limbs fails, he freezes, as if paralyzed, terror pounding in his skull, and the murder snail closes the distance.

Nothing bad can happen to him, right, Tango tries to frantically reassure himself. It's Hermitcraft. He just respawns, and everything will be fine. Right?

The snail approaches his outstretched leg - Tango tries to pull it closer to himself, but fails - raises its head, waving it around unsure for a couple seconds, and nuzzles his boot.

Tango stills his breath, waiting for a flash and a yank of respawn.

Nothing happens.

The snail pulls its face over his boot, nipping at the shoelaces and wiggling its eyestalks. Tango forces himself to start moving - after several long unsuccessful attempts, he manages to bend enough to sit up, raise his stiff paralyzed arm, and touch the snail's face.

It contracts on itself, eyestalks retracting into the face, but nothing else happens.

No murder.

Relief washes over him so fast that Tango simply flops on the ground, an approximation of unstuffed plush toy. His heart still pounding in his head, mouth feeling like ashes - he takes a breath, and another, and lets out a long, tired groan, closing his eyes.

He still feels the snail crawling further up his leg, very interested in that part of his pants where he knows the biggest redstone stain sits, - and he can't hold a gaspy, shrieky laughter.

Cute snail. Cute little hungering beast.

That's a change of plans for tomorrow, though - he gotta go murder Grian.

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hi!! welcome to the mcyt wip purge!!!

the general premise of this event is to complete any mcyt related wip thats been giving you trouble!! even if that trouble is 'i forgot about it for a year and a half but still want to finish it relatively soon'

your wip can be an art piece (even if its only scribbles!!), any form of writing, mixed media, and other kinds that i cant think!!

its currently being only run by lil ol' me (you can call me light!!) my whole idea for this event was that i just wanted somewhere to talk about and work on my wips rather than the great echo chamber of the tumblr text posts /silly /lh

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Tango is worse

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“What flowers did you give grian as a peace offering?”

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My art style changed over night again so we drawing eyes 💪

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Super secret Next Gen AU art bellow!! I probably shouldnt be posting it since it's SPOILERS however, my brain requires instant gratification for the things i make so I'm gonna put it under the cut and you can look at it IF you'd like! :D

Enjoy!!

I shall provide no further context other than: this scene has NOT been writen yet, but I am HEAVILY considering having it once the requirements are met (Hermes being red)

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He can’t keep getting away with this

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what a lovely session everyone ☺️ very minimal damage to the lifers ☺️☺️☺️

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little empires lizzie sketch,,, aahjhfhj