#DL is Double life smp

[ourhomealien]

Minecraft Hermitcraft Head Cannon/ Fannon Stuff;

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Mutants are usually non-passive mob-players like HC! Scar hcS6, HC! Cub, Doc, Cleo, HC! Xisuma and Zloy/ Hybrids are usually passive mob-players like Rendog, Bigb DL, HC! Zedaph, HC! Grian, HC! Pearl, HC! Gem, HC! Jimmy and HC! Etho.

Then you have others like Elves, Dwarfs, Angels, Imps, Faeries, Aliens and Villages like Scar hcS9, Scott eS2, Impulse hcS9, Pearl hcS9, HC! VC, HC! Skizz, HC! Impulse(An Imp for an Angel Skizz).

But we also have Nether-born players like HC! Tango

I like to think C! VC is an overworld-born villager, because he actively calls them his family.

We even have a special category for the Spoons like Mumbo hcS6.

What's really silly about this is that all I wanted to say was about my HC! VC lol, the rest was context and me nerding out hahaha :)

[cocoabats]

the winners

[in-the-multiverse]

Every season has a distinct feel, I tried a new style to tell their stories through distinct shapes (and rl is like that for funsies)

[isjasz]

between your teeth definitelynottober - day 7

[strangler-fish]

First signs of Autumn

[genrihgayne]

TW// BLOOD

Inspired by this art by HyperHYoutube(Twitter)

5am pearl save me, oh 5am pearl because artblock is rough

[sillyeefers]

something something wicked

[nelsaqift]

cant believe double life just started yesterday

[calilks]

“submissive in the way a livestock guardian dog is submissive to the sheep it kills wolves for”

inspired by this post

[mxmarsbars]

impulseSV was slain by BdoubleO100

original post by @/sweepswoop_ on twitter !!

[hexisafish]

Drew some secret life thumbnails for fun:3 and like the "movie" type video with double life Pearl

[madokaakemi]

my contribution to this

[applestruda]

Doodle before I sleep

[kayawolfhorse]

When Gem first startles upright, she’s not sure what had awoken her. The tower is dark and the night hums, and her bed is tantalizingly warm. However tempting it is to slink back beneath the covers, her fingertips prickle and her curiosity grows. She can’t just leave the greater mystery at large.

Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, her brain seems to clear with her vision, and the sound outside sharpens: howling.

Stepping out onto the half-balustered walkway is like throwing her door open to the sea; she’s at once engulfed. The shadowed forest below her reverberates in every direction with the call of the wolves hidden within, and the strength of it, muffled no longer by her tower’s walls, sends a chill down Gem’s spine. Their song is all-encompassing, and each voice that sings it is as unique as it is indistinguishable from the rest. It’s beautiful; it’s haunting. She couldn’t parse out how many wolves there are if she tried.

The summer breeze is gentle against Gem’s arms as she stands and listens. It's unlike anything she’s heard before, incomparable to her dogs’ excited yips or warning growls. If she were to assign it human emotion, she’d call it somber in tune, and near-joyous around the edges. Something at the base of her throat pinches, and she resists the urge to howl back.

The call crescendos in its final chorus; in its wake, the voices begin to taper off. A few lone howls hold the melody after the rest are through, and though it’s impossible to tell from whence exactly they come, Gem swears they’re somewhere across the river that divides her and Impulse’s base from the alien biome across the way. Turning towards it, she freezes.

Her fingers fumble on the straps of her elytra. Her pajama pants billow between her frantic movements. She just barely remembers to slide into her boots—without socks, much to her chagrin—before leaping off of the tower’s lip.

Pearl comes further into focus the closer Gem gets, and her form is all-too familiar, all-too foreign; it’s Pearl. She’s wearing a scarlet cloak that Gem doesn’t recognize, and the parts of her face that aren’t obscured by shadow are made sharp beneath the pale light of the full moon. She’s standing in the middle of the bridge as if she’s waiting for the others to arrive for a meeting. Her grip on the railing beside her is tight.

Her lip twitches when Gem’s boots meet the cobbled deck, but her head remains bowed.

“Pearl?” Gem ventures. Finally, Pearl looks up. Her eyes are marred by darkness and framed in red.

“Hi,” Pearl says, and her voice is rough, like nails scraped along the bark of a tree. Gem had missed her so much.

“‘Hi’?” Gem demands. There’s a typhoon swirling in her chest. She forcefully shoves it down. “You’re gone for six weeks without a word of explanation—Impulse too, for the matter—and when you randomly show up in the middle of the night, all I get is a ‘hi’?”

Pearl smiles slightly, hesitantly, like she expects her lips to be cracked. “Figured it was a good place to start.” She tilts her head in a half-shrug. Her hood falls behind her ear and exposes a trail of crimson that makes steady tracks around her jaw.

Belatedly, Gem realizes that she’s reaching out, and decides to go through with it, touching a fingertip to the shell of Pearl’s ear. Pearl flinches. The storm at Gem’s core stills.

“Pearl.” The roof of Gem’s mouth turns dry. “Pearl, you’re bleeding.”

“Am I?” Almost distantly, Pearl drags the heel of her hand through the blood that trickles down her neck and pulls it back to inspect it.

“Should I call someone? Should—Pearl!” Gem leaps forward as Pearl brings her hand to her mouth and licks the blood smeared on her palm. “Why would you do that?”

“Had to… make sure it was mine,” Pearl mumbles. She’s swaying on her feet. Gem can’t decide if she should reach for her again.

“Why wouldn’t it be yours?” Gem asks, bewildered. “You’ve been up to some weird things this season, but blood isn’t one of them.”

“We bled the same,” Pearl says. “My heart wasn’t my own.”

“Who’s ‘we’, Pearl?” Gem’s properly concerned now. Pearl can’t be dazed from blood loss after so little spilled—is she wounded elsewhere? What else would explain this… off-ness?

“Nobody important,” Pearl says. Her breathing is ragged. She looks as though she’s about to fall over. “He abandoned me. Everyone did.”

Gem catches Pearl as she stumbles. Pearl leans into her, hard. Gem clutches beneath her arms and around her back.

“I was alone, Gem,” Pearl whispers. “It was just me and Tilly. Now she’s gone, too.”

“You’re not alone here,” Gem says. Softness is not something that comes naturally to her. She tries anyway. “I’m here. The others are, too, I’m sure of it.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Pearl says. “They cast me out.” A pause. Her teeth flash in the darkness. “I killed them.”

Gem doesn’t doubt that. She doesn’t doubt that, wherever Pearl and the others went, death held a heavier note than it does on Hermitcraft. Pearl is different than she was two months ago. Gem can work with this.

“I’ve killed, too,” Gem tells her. “We can talk about it tomorrow, if you’d like.”

“Tomorrow.” Pearl slowly nods. “You won’t leave?”

“I won’t leave,” Gem promises. “I’ve got tea and bandages in my castle. No offense, but you look terrible.”

“I’m sure I do,” Pearl says. Humor graces her tone like color returning to pallored cheeks. Gem squeezes her. Pearl rests her head against Gem’s hair.

The blood that lines Pearl’s face is dried and flaking. Drowsiness tugs at the back of Gem’s mind. There’s water to be boiled and leaves to be seeped.

Together they stand in the quiet night and hold each other’s warmth.

[isjasz]

[Day 186]

Yellow is the color of betrayal

[gremlin-coded]

Something wicked this way comes...