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alektro06 · 2 months ago

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It's something about Joel's decision to finally embrace family which directly led him to winning Wild Life.

It's something about Joel being a rogue agent in 3rd life, with no strong alliance to anybody but himself, the lone nomad in the woods with nobody but his army of dogs. The man that swore allegiance to the Red King through gritted teeth for no reason other than the protection he offered. The man that died surrounded by people, yes, but not friends, the King that swore his protection taking his last breath on the desert sand.

It's something about Joel in Last Life somehow distancing himself even further, his allyship with Scar at Magical Mountain strenuous at best even before his early fall into a red life. The man that hungered for the same chaos and bloodshed that befell him onto others, yet spent most of his days alone. The man that was hunted by everyone he wronged, the wolf turned prey making his last stand in a cold dark forest, his brief friendship with Grian a fleeting comfort as they both died alone as a result of their own carnage.

It's something about Joel in Double Life, linked to Etho as his soulmate though still oddly alone. The man who battled tirelessly to give himself and his teammate a peaceful life, the Relation-Ship which stood as a symbol of their devotion to eachother being burned to a crisp in a moment of pathetic irony, reminding him that no relationship to another player would ever truly last. The man who lost the final lives of both himself and his soulmate by the hands of the man he dared call a friend a mere season ago.

It's something about Joel in Limited Life, seemingly freed from his shackles of loneliness and becoming a part of one of the most powerful alliances on the server. A Bad Boy with his two fellow Bad Boy's always by his side ready to aid, not just an alliance but a friendship, a strong connection to fellow man for the first time in so long. It's about the cracks beginning to form in Joel's outlook on the games, taking it as his duty to assist Jimmy in protecting Grian as he was AFK for the 3rd session, a decision that was expected as a part of the alliance, sure, but not entirely necessary to guarantee his own survival. It's about Joel learning to care so deeply about his fellow Bad Boys, setting up the whole Bread Bridge, Skynet and Skynet 2.0 for surprise attacks not just for himself but for the rest of the Bad Boy's as well. It's about Joel dropping everything he was planning to do in an instant when Jimmy's time had begun to run out, quickly trying to plan out ways for his friend to get kills and keep him in the game all the while his own time was fleeting by the second. It's about Jimmy dying in front of him. His teammate, his friend gone in an instant, his last moments spent fumbling over a minecart Joel set up to earn him back whatever time they could manage, oblivious that it would be the last attempt he would ever make. It's about Joel breaking down over Jimmy's death, falling back into his rash nature as his mind was set on bringing destruction to the land once again, not for power this time, but vengeance. It's about Joel refusing to kill Grian a second time even as he begged him to do so, the guilt of taking even more time from a fellow Bad Boy too much for him to handle as his constant attacks against the Clockers and Scott grew fruitless and his fate was already sealed. It's about Joel's final words being a plea of help to his remaining Bad Boy, a moment of vulnerability he had never been allowed before being cut short as an arrow from Scott set his clock to zero.

It's something about Joel in Secret Life yearning for that same connection he felt with the Bad Boys, joining the Mounders early on however playing a more disconnected role in the group. It's about Joel deciding to base a bit behind the designated area of the Mounders on his own small hill surrounded by trees, the secluded life calling to him like an old friend. Maybe it was the safety the forest provided, or perhaps his own paranoia when betrayal was so common between the members of this series, relationships like these were not meant to last afterall. It's about Joel working mostly by his lonesome for the season, interacting with the Mounders when it was necessary, assisting them in building and plotting and doing enough to earn his keep, but at the same time keeping mostly to himself and his Fairground. It's about Joel showing up to Lizzie's party when nobody else did, the fear of a trap or ambush subdued by his responsibility to be there, to be present and join a loved one in a moment that meant something to them. It's about Joel and Lizzie sharing that quiet moment in Lizzie's hut, the barbaric nature of the server they were a part of outweighed by the fact that sometimes you simply had to put your faith in another person, even with the possibility of it hurting you. It's about Joel fighting with the Mounders until the end, accidentally contributing to Bdubs's death by setting him on fire with his bow before getting wiped out by Gem & The Scotts, Bdubs's death a final dose of salt in the wound that no matter how hard he tries, he can never keep all those he cares about alive.

It's something about Joel turning a new leaf in Wild Life, leaving behind his untrusting and lonely ways and finally embracing the role of Family in his life. It's about Joel partnering with Gem, quickly forming a close bond and considering eachother family, looking out for eachother as much as they would themselves. It's about Joel refusing to continue the pattern of senseless violence, traps and murders and instead focusing on keeping his family, his home, and himself safe, channelling that urge for battle into Defence rather than Offence. It's about Joel taking the safety of his family so seriously to the point of having to be held back by Gem at any insinuation of harm being done to them. It's about Joel and Gem supporting eachother on whatever endeavors they each chose to follow, because they trusted eachother to keep themselves safe and had faith in their ability to do so. It's about Joel agreeing to let Grian join their family after Mumbo and Skizz died. Perhaps a lingering fondness from the Bad Boys days, or more likely the fact that Joel knew what it was like to be alone, to have no one to support you, and he wouldn't wish that upon anyone now that he knew the strength of family. It's about Joel being the last green life and one of the last yellows, refusing to feed into senseless conflict until it was necessary to do so. It's about Joel fighting not just for himself, but for his family, standing strong even after his closest family had fallen for the sake of keeping her spirit alive and battling side by side with his newest family on Bam Mountain at the final showdown. It's about Joel and Grian being the final two, the man who's every action was for the sake of family against the one who had been his closest ally, often times his only ally so many times before. However blood always ran thicker than water...

It's something about Joel learning to trust others, to put their needs before his own, to be selfless in the love he gave and accepting the love he received back without fear. In the end it was not just his own abilities that contributed to his victory...

It was Family.

#life series #wild life smp #wild life spoilers #joel smallishbeans #smallishbeans #geminitay #grian

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silliest-sideblog · 2 months ago

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Wrote a little Slabtek fic as a Christmas gift for my buddy @eydilily

Thanks for going insane with me, it has been an absloute blast! Wouldn't have been this productive the last few weeks without you <3

Pairing: Tango/Etho

Length: 1.4k

Summary: Tango just wants to get some work on his factory done but a snowy day had something else in store for him

Tango doesn't like snow. After last season where he spent the entire time surrounded by ice and the cold he's decidedly had enough of it.

That's why he settled somewhere entirely away from any snowy mountains and just enjoys the warmth of the sun on his skin. It is nice, not having his body work overtime to keep himself warm.

No, this is perfect. Until one morning he wakes up and... It's snowing.

He sits up in his bed and groans at the sight of it, watching as it just keeps piling up outside, with no pause coming.

It's not like Tango dislikes Christmas time but why does it always have to come with snow? He just wants to stay in bed and not work on his factory today, especially since he still hasn't built the exterior for it, meaning everything is covered in snow and if he wants to get any work done… Shoveling snow wasn't really on his agenda today.

But the only thing worse than working in the snow was not working at all. So he gets up and gets out his poofy coat from last season. It looks a bit ridiculous, without the blue hair but it will do.

As Tango works on getting rid of the snow he hears someone approach but just a moment too late, a snowball hitting him square in the back.

"Hey!!" He calls out, trying to find the culprit. It takes another snowball to be launched at him till he spots Etho, sitting up on a wooden beam of the frame that makes up the factory for now.

"Some people are trying to work here" Tango shouts up as he dodges a third snowball. This only earns a soft chuckle from Etho.

"Fine, if you want it this way. Don't think I'll go easy on you" Tango calls out as he starts gathering a heap of snow in his hand, careful not to melt it immediately.

It is icy against his skin, and in a way it reminds him of the Frozen Shards from Decked Out and how icy handling them always felt. He wishes he had taken the time to find his gloves that he used back then.

With a swift throw he launches a snowball and, of course, it misses Etho, who gets up just in time for it to fly past him.

He prepares another one, throws and this time Etho balances across the wooden beams to evade Tango cheekily.

It takes just one hit, one hit is all he needs to throw Etho off balance.

Neither of them really expected Tango to hit, but it seems like the practice at Hungry Hermits paid off.

The snowball hits Etho right in the face, on the side with his bad eye and Tango flinches a little, not having intended to suddenly hit that well.

It doesn’t help that Etho then tumbles off the beam and falls off.

Tango yelps in panic and sprints forwards. In his mind he can manage to run over there and catch Etho, who totally isn’t taller than him by a bit over a head, in his arms.

But Tango failed to consider the ice and snow coating the deepslate flooring of his factory and he trips and falls rather unceremoniously skidding over the floor right into a heap of snow he was shoveling away.

Tango is just about to get up and out of the freezing snow when he gets pushed right back into the cold, air getting pushed out of his lungs, as Etho lands right on top of him.

He doesn’t know if the tall man can’t move or doesn’t want to move. With Etho, either could be the case.

“Get your heavy butt off me” Tango complains from below, trying to push Etho off but by now it is clear that the other one is doing this entirely on purpose

“You shot me off, Tango, I could’ve died.” Etho exclaims with a sarcastic chuckle. He is clearly very entertained. “And you saved me, very heroically!”

“Starting to regret that now…” Tango grumbles and after some flailing he manages to turn the situation around. Now Etho’s back is pressed against the snow and Tango straddles his lap, a mischievous grin on the blazeborns face, his tail lashing behind him playfully.

It takes Tango a few moments to realize just the position they were in and suddenly he is glad for the cold, glad for the way his face is already flushed, hiding the heat that he can now feel all the way to the tips of his ears. Any snarky remarks die on his tongue as he stares into Etho’s eyes, getting just a bit lost in them.

Etho’s laugh pulls him back to their current situation. Unlike Tango, Etho isn’t struggling under Tango's weight, not making any move to remove the man from his hips. Instead they sit there for a moment till Etho calls Tango out, “Comfortable?”

Tango makes a startled noise before gathering himself enough to try and move off Etho, but that’s when he notices the hands resting on his waist. There are a million thoughts inside his head, but the only words that leave his lips are “Aren’t you cold?”

Tango wants to bury his face in his hands and scream. That’s what comes out of his mouth?

“I’m used to it. And you’re kind of warm.” Etho shrugs but there is a mischievous glint in his eyes. One hand then wanders a little to tug on one of the sleeves of his coat.

“Didn’t know you still had that coat? Getting started on Decked Out 3 or did the cold just make you nostalgic?” He chuckles again.

“Yeah, something like that.” Tango grumbles, trying to take a deep, calming breath, preferably without Etho noticing. “Or I would’ve been, if someone didn’t decide to viciously attack me” Tango says dramatically, making an attempt to get his usual silliness back.

Tango feels Etho still stare up at him “You’re staring. Like what you see?” Tango laughs, theatrically brushing a hand through his hair. It burns a bit wilder and brighter today, a side effect of the extra heat he’s generating for himself.

“I’m not staring” Etho immediately gets defensive. - “Totally staring” Tango fires back with a laugh before Etho reaches up towards Tango, who is holding his breath, blood rushing through his ear, all before an ice cold sensation runs down his neck.

“Oh you little -” Tango cuts himself off, his body warming up enough to melt the snow, but it doesn’t help against the water now running down his spine. He tries to shove snow into Etho’s face, who just laughs, trying to keep as much of the cold off his face as possible with his arm. Tango can see him pant slightly under the dark fabric of the mask.

“If I had known you could get this warm I would’ve done this way earlier.” Tango can practically see Etho grin, sees it in the way his eyes crinkle.

“Ohhh god, I hate you Etho.” Tango groans in his high pitched, not very serious tone, trying to hide just how much this flusters him.

“You could never hate me” Etho laughs and Tango dislikes just how right he is.

“Can we get out of the cold now? I don’t particularly enjoy having a wet coat on, thank you very much.” Tango says accusatively.

Etho’s hands are still on Tango’s waist and neither of them say anything, neither making a move to actually get up, just looking at each other. Tango studies the way Etho’s pale cheeks flush, only slightly showing on the bit of skin that the mask doesn’t cover.

Tango himself has his lips slightly parted, the air in front of him steaming slightly as his hot breath meets the cold air.

Then, in a matter of seconds, Etho slips his mask down and pulls Tango forwards, causing him to yelp, which gets muffled by their lips meeting.

Tango’s red eyes are wide open for a moment before he feels himself melt into the kiss, closing his eyes, a warm hand coming to rest on Etho’s cheek.

It lasts a few moments, neither seeming to really want to pull back, they pull apart.

Both are open mouthed, breath heavy and cheeks even more flushed. Etho can’t help himself as he points out “Didn’t know you could get this warm” And Tango can just see Etho’s smirk, can’t take his eyes off the others lips, heat coursing through his body and not just to keep himself warm..

When Tango places a hand on Etho’s face he feels just how cold the other one is.

“Come on. Let’s go inside to warm up a bit. I’m sick of keeping myself this warm” he says with an over dramatic sigh as he gets off Etho, and while Tango wouldn’t admit it, he misses the contact.

#tango tek #tangotek #etho #ethoslab #Hermitfic #hermitshipping #slabtek #tangtho #sillywritings #Merry Christmas #Writing this was a fight because I could not in any way make it christmas themed #Winter it is lmao #Tank you eydi for being the best <3

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hmshermitcraft · 1 month ago

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While the streak in Joel's hair is Green most of the time, it isn't always.

For Hermitcraft so far, it's been pink (because he's living on the cherry mountain? maybe) but more recently there have been hints of blues and purples around the tip of the streak. The hermits don't really care too too much, it's just some hair changing color, and if it was a big deal Joel would tell them.

His streak keeps getting more and more blue and purple, and the pink is almost gone, just a bit on the back of his head. One or two curious Hermits (Hint: Etho, obsessed much?) ask him about it, and he gives a simple answer, "My goddess calls for me."

The hermits were a bit shocked when this news came out, none of them had known that Joel was worshiping ANYONE! Joel? Their Joel? The one who decided one day that Watchers were not real? THAT Joel?

It didn't take long before they saw her, well.. kinda. The glowing billboard in his base depicted a beautiful woman, one even the hermits found themselves captivated by, a beautiful Merfolk with blue skin and pink hair. Joel eventually told the hermits about her, Lizzie, Queen of the Ocean Empire, Goddess of the Sea. Joel tells them the stories, the rise and fall of her great empire, her allies and enemies, and even her brother. The Hermits can't get enough, they love her and they don't even know if she's real!

But Joel knows. He remembers long ago when he wore that crown on his head, when his streak was purple and green, when he married the Goddess of the Sea. Funny, isn't it, how a man who died of a broken heart was brought to a place where his heart would never be cracked again.

And maybe one day Lizzie will stop by, seeing her Husband and all of his new lovers.

They are trying to figure out how a goddess that supposedly does exist can communicate or affect Joel by... Changing his hair colour. It's very impressive! But also. How.

Surely there's better ways to communicate. Like texting maybe?

#hermitshipping #ask #joel tag #lizzie tag #polyhermits #jizzie #mod 🎀#weekly theme: at sea

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simonsacryptid · 2 months ago

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When Scott won, he didn't expect much. His memories of other worlds were semi-fuzzy during the games themselves, but he honestly thought that he would just wake back up in that place—what was it called again? Rivendell?—which he did return to, just not immediately.

He had his eyes closed when he jumped, and with a flash of lightning, he was suddenly standing on a solid ground. Not the mountain he had expected to tumble down upon landing. But no, cold marble. So, being Scott, the first thing he did was open his eyes to find answers. Before he could even get the chance to process the majesty of the castle he was in, he was looking at himself.

Wow.

They really caught his beauty!

It was easy to lose track of time while admiring the window in front of him. He ran his fingers over the glass, trying to take in as many details as he could. The more he looked, the more he reflected on just how cruel he had been during Last Life.

His train of thought was cut of qhen the air around him changed. It felt like the sun was shining on him, but providing no warmth or light. He turned to see Grian leaning on the pillar, just watching him.

But Grian looked different. He wasn't dressed for the cool weather of the forest, in fact he looked like he was wandering the desert. The mischievous glint in his eyes was gone, replaced by the look of a man who had been grieving his whole life. Scott was cut off before he could say anything, barely even able to open his mouth.

Grian started with a congratulations, followed by an explanation. He explained that Scott's reward for winning was a deluxe stay at this castle instead of dreaming. Scott let out a sigh of relief hearing that he would return to his own worlds during the day—there was no way his kingdom could function without him.

Grian then showed Scott the Library. There were seventeen bookshelves total, each names on them. Bdubs.. BigB.. Etho.. these were all of the players, Scott quickly realized. It was their point of views of what happened.

Scott spent that day on reading through the different perspectives to fill his time; he wasn't very fond of Grian's constant pestering, after all.

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After the explosion went off, Scott was less surprised to appear in front of his window with a startled-awake Grian behind him.

He wasn't even surprised as he walked past the "Scarlet Witch," not even daring to look at her. He remained passive agressive and just retook his place in the library.

He was relieved that Pearl wasn't a queen near his new Empire during the day, and he avoided her at all costs during the night. The only time he would even get remotely close to her was when they were both reading in the library, but she often preferred to take the perspective and read elsewhere—maybe with Grian. They were siblings, after all.

It wasn't until Pearl finished reading all of Last Life that he dared let her speak a word to him. After that.. they slowly realized that holding grudges wasn't going to help them. They were all grieving the same.

(Scott still refused to acknowledge that the Sun was included within that "all," content with hanging with the Moon that let him shine brighter.)

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Scott paced angrily after his next perma-death. He was the third one out, meaning it won't be long before either Impulse or his decieving teammate showed up. And oh boy, did he have some choice words for his fellow Mean Gill.

He watched the window materialize in front of him, scoffing at the green outfit of the man in it. He did feel a sense of pride at his teammate's win, but annoyance overshadowed that.

Let's just say he wasn't happy with Martyn for a while after the betrayal...

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And then Scar's win, the one that puzzled everyone. Scott didn't really think that Scar would win, first off, seeing as Pearl and Gem, known for their pvp, were the followups, and Scar was.. well.. Scar.

Second, Scott didn't really think about the option of staying alive past his win. All of the winners he interacted with on a nightly baises were shrouded with lonliness and guilt from the games they participated in, win or not. He knew that Pearl and Grian had each other during their waking hours, but as far as he knew, they didn't discuss anything. According to them, no one else who participated in the Games that lived on Hermitcraft even remembered that they happened except for vague details.

Scott spent night after night staring at the sunflower window, deep in thought about what would have been if he decided to live on instead of jump off that tree.

He was vaguely aware of the fact that Grian would show up less and less and that he avoided even looking at Scar's window when he was there. He also witnessed Cleo's win, and didn't put much thought into the fact that she only sometimes appeared, too.

Cleo was the one to help pull Scott away from his mindful of "what ifs," helping him focus on what he can control. She was always motherly like that, but she could tell that she struggled with the window as well.

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The win that genuinely shocked Scott was Joel's. Grian was the last back, muttering something about how he was bad at the game. It was odd, to say the least. He knew that Impulse was already gone, and his other allies were standing right next to him.

Scott wasn't oblivious; he picked up the patterns between the seasons. Jimmy always being first out, Grian always witnessing his teammates' deaths, the winner having killed Impulse, ect. He also noticed that his allies always won, but as far as he knew all of his allies were either right next to him or known to be out before he went.

So when a laughing, excited Joel appeared (almost as if he ender pearled into the corridor), Scott's jaw all but dropped.

Joel?

JOEL?

Well, that was just.. interesting. And went against literally every pattern that Scott had thus far picked up on. This was going to be interesting.

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Notes:

Scott, to me, seems like the type of person to pick up on little details, like patterns and puzzles that need to be solved. I don't have a word count, but I think this is longer than Grian's? Oh well, I had fun writing it

I might call this AU The Castle of Grief, or maybe the Winner's Reward or smth? If you have any ideas lmk 👍

#life series #double life #martyn itlw #joel smallishbeans #smallishbeans #grian #last life #life series martyn #limited life #pearlescentmoon #traffic winners #traffic smp #traffic series #traffic life #scott smajor #gtwscar #The Castle of Grief

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honestlyboringperson · 6 months ago

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The mean gay and the even meaner bisexuals. And Pearl. (Persona 5 AU)

Also I just realized that Scott’s yellow eye is in the wrong socket. Eh, too late.

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Scott - “Prism” - The Star Arcana - Dionysus/Sigyn

Sarcastic yet intensely devoted and loyal, Scott is known for his business “Chromia”. He sells dyed goods along with one of a kind clothing, along with the actual dyes themselves. He’s relatively well known throughout town due to his social media presence, and helps the Phantom Thieves with a calling card utilizing social media. Pearl and Scott are notable for their distaste of each other, which differs from their closeness a few years back. According to him, Scott only really joined the Phantom Thieves for his own amusement rather than agreeing with their goals.

Dionysus is Scott’s persona. Dionysus is the god of wine, revelry, orchards, and madness. I mean, Scott did join the phantom thieves for his amusement, so his persona is one of festivities. Another aspect of Dionysus is his Orphic version known as “Zagreus”. If you played Hades, you probably have an idea of who he is. He is the son of Hades and Persephone, and is the god of rebirth. The “rebirth” aspect of Zagreus can refer to the amount of times Scott barely escaped death from SEVERAL people.

Anyways, Scott’s Ultimate Persona is Sigyn, the norse goddess of mercy and compassion, and wife of the trickster god Loki. When Loki was caught and punished after he killed Baldr, he was sentenced to be tied under a venomous snake and have it’s venom fall into his eyes, Sigyn shirked his punishment by placing a bowl or basin above him to catch the venom before it falls into his eyes. However, some venom does get in his eyes when Sigyn goes to empty the bowl and Loki’s pained squirming causes earthquakes.

Pearl - “Carmine” - The Moon Arcana - Little Red/Diana

Pearl is a journalist, who often pulls all-nighters and stake-outs to get her scoops. Although chill and laidback during the night, during the day is a ball of feral neuroticism from the lack of sleep. She often finds herself in odd situations to find her scoops, usually seeking out seedy parts or town to report on the criminal activities. This also led her to meet a strange man covered in sunflowers saying she resembles his god in his religion and some oddball bar performer claiming she pushed him out of some godly realm. She is also one of the Pupil’s victims with false memories implanted in her. In this case, she believes Grian is her younger brother. She owns a little dog named “Tilly”.

Her Persona is Little Red, as in Little Red Riding Hood. More specifically, the version she and the huntsman along with her grandmother feed the wolves rocks after the huntsman cuts them out.It then dies either by drowning in a well where the rocks weigh it down or where the weight is just too much for it to handle and it dies. I mainly chose this for the ✨aesthetics✨, with a red cloak and giant terrifying wolf. I suppose it could represent the two sides of Pearl; the chill and laidback Pearl during the night and the feral (albeit kind of sad) and sleep deprived Pearl during the day.

Anyways, her Ultimate Persona is Diana, the Roman goddess of nature, hunters, wildlife, and the moon. She’s often equated with Artemis, but also has an association with Hecate, god of witchcraft due to both of them having crossroads under their dominion. Pearl could theoretically have any of these goddesses, due to their themes aligning with Pearl during Double Life where she goes kind of stir crazy and lonely. Heck, Hecate is even accompanied by a procession of dogs.

Cleo - “Ghoul” - The High Priestess Arcana - Bloody Mary/Durga

A sculptor known for her ornate, detailed, and beautifully haunting sculptures. She was one of the first people that managed to befriend Etho, most likely due to her similarly intimidating aura. She is roommates with Joe Hills, a strange man who often speaks through a puppet on his hand. She had to become more intimidating due to people with less than favourable intentions often flock to prodigy artists. However, if you have her back, she’ll have yours and will always make sure she fulfills a promise or repays a favour.

Her persona in the metaverse is Bloody Mary. She’s most known for her urban legend, where you can summon her via going into a dark room (usually a bathroom) with only a candle and reciting her name three times. Although there are several different origins she may have had, this version is specifically Mary Worth. She was a woman who lived in the woods who was accused of witchcraft. She was burning on the stake when she cursed the village, resulting in the vengeful ghost we know today.

Durga is the Hindu goddess of protection, strength, motherhood, destruction, and wars. She has the ability to unleash divine wrath on those who oppress and is often depicted riding a lion or tiger wielding multiple weapons and fighting demons. Cleo is both someone able to intimidate those into avoiding her and protecting her allies, represented by the combination of the aspects Durga represents. Also the motherhood aspect is calling back to when she was part of the c(l)ockers as the “mom”.

Gem - “Satyr” - The Strength Arcana - Atalanta/Freyja

Gem, although she may not look or act like it, is a former mercenary. She is retired, but not after making herself known through her feats of strength and her near inhuman fighting abilities. As of today however, she spends her days working as a lyricist and LARPing with her friends, as well as regularly bugging Etho. She can crush apples with her bare hands and is both well liked and feared by the rest of the phantom thieves.

Her initial persona is Atalanta, a famed hunter from Greek mythology. She was raised by bears and is the slayer of the Calydoanian Boar after Artemis wasn’t honoured with a sacrifice. She was also possibly a member of the Argonauts, where she fought along side them at the battle of Clolchis. She was a rare example of a female Greek hero in the frat house of the rest of the Greek heroes.

Her Ultimate Persona is Freyja, the Norse god of love, beauty, fertility, war, and gold. She and Odin equally spilt the soldiers who died in war into two halls, one belonging to Freyja. She wears a necklace called “Brísingamen”, obtained through trickery but was broken when she got so wrathful, the hall shook. Thor utilized said necklace to disguise as her to steal back his hammer Mjolnir.

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mecactusnow · 3 months ago

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Okay, sorry if this is formatted wrong new to posting but I am humbly requesting the wide world of tumblrs help on a little personal project of making tarot cards based off of the Life Series, I have a list but I am worried it might a little repetitive/there might just be some better options that I would love to get reccomend so here we go

0-The Fool-Solidarity (Falling, probably)

1-The Magician-Scar (Limited life win/trader scar)

2-The High Priestess-Geminitay (Leading the Boogy army in SL)

3-The Empress-Zombiecleo (wildlife, with the Revived Mumbo and Skizz)

4-The Emperor- RED WINTER IS COMING

5-The Heirophant-Impulse and Bdubs in double life being wholesome

6-The Lovers-Smallishbeans and LDshadowlady Secret life (failed slumber party maybie?)

7-The Chariot-Rendog(at the battle of dog warts)

8-Strength-Etho-Protecting someone somewhere (probably SL) (wow I have a lot of SL ones crap)

9-the Hermit-BigB-The Cobblerooms or whatever it’s called

10-Wheel of Fortune-Mumbo LastL bogey kill with end crystal

11-Justice-Secret Keeper

12-Hanged Man- Skizz (final limited life death+sacrifice)

13-Death-Skynet (+the bad boys)

14-Temperance this is the one I’m the most confused on- Magic mountain or Traitor Scars?

15-The Devil- InTheLittleWood Betrayer win

16-The Tower-Spiders Nest (Wild Life)

17-The Stars-Smajor win

18-the Moon-Scarlet Pearl (and Tilly!)

19-The Sun-Grian win

20-Judgement-Tango (watching the Heart foundation Burn or the Ranch burn)

21-The World-The Watchers

God I hope this reaches people, if anyone has any any ideas at all please comment or reblog or whatever you do on tumblr

P.s. if this has already been done….. oops

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Wild Life - Chapter 2

A fan-made Life SMP session project by Zhuk and Schmomo

>Chapter 1< or >Read it on Ao3<

“So you’re breaking up with us,” Martyn said, matter of factly.

“Is this supposed to be shocking?” Cleo asked, “You leaving to go be with Etho, instead?” She laughed a little, cycling through her inventory for her iron pick.

“It’s nothing personal!” Bdubs insisted, quickly, “I just feel bad for the guy, you know?”

“He is washed up,” Grian agreed, his voice carrying from up high where he was building up their tower of cobble.

“Exactly. Wait, no! No, he’s not!” Bdubs huffed, “But it was harsh how we all ditched him.”

Yesterday had been a mad dash for resources, like all first days in the Life games tended to be. Bdubs’ plan for starting the Life game challenge had remained the same as always: stick to Etho. But that hadn’t really played out the way he wanted it to. When he’d circled up with his group near the exposed iron vein on the side of the mountain, everyone had realized at the same time an important fact: He, Impulse, Cleo and Skizz were all dogs.

Etho was not.

“He’s a cat, Bdubs,” Martyn said, his tail swishing about in warning behind him, “A filthy feline, if you will.”

“Shouldn’t we be building bridges?” Bdubs tried, his own short tail quite flat against his body.

“No, we’re building a tower,” Grian called from above.

Cleo snorted, trying to cover her smile with her free hand.

“The man is lost without me,” Bdubs continued, “And I really just want to check on him, is all. Don’t you trust me?”

“Not at all,” Cleo said with a smile, “But go on then, find your cat boyfriend if it’ll calm your anxious heart.”

Bdubs rolled his eyes, turning away and padding to the edge of their platform. After the iron had run dry, Skizz and Impulse had ventured further up the mountains. Bdubs knew his history with fall damage well enough to stick to more solid ground. Cleo had decided to join up with Martyn and Grian who were discussing some grandiose plan to take control of the entire lake. He had followed them without a second thought.

Now, he stared out at the vast expanse of water before him, “You know, we really should build a bridge–”

“No bridges!” Grian shouted, “That’s the whole point!”

Bdubs threw his hands up in the air, defeated with his teammates–former teammates? It was unclear at this point. Bdubs was about 65% certain he would come back to them. Maybe less so now that this base Grian and Martyn were insisting on would prevent him from any kind of sustainable horse travel.

He pinched his nose and jumped into the water, shuddering as the cold temperature hit him. He pushed through, diving down past the many salmon and cod to head to shore. By the end he was doggy paddling, which was fitting he supposed. When he reached the shore line he shook himself out, his ears floppy atop his head and smacking him ever so lightly.

His comms buzzed in his pocket and he pulled it out.

Solidarity has made the advancement [Diamonds!] Smallishbeans > ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Smallishbeans > HE’S THE FIRST ONE?????? Smajor1995 > just wait for the swimming in lava message to appear soon enough Skizzleman > i don’t have anything to contribute but as another S name i felt the need to say something GoodTimeWithScar > same! Grian > Your username starts with G, scar GoodTimeWithScar > are we starting our own train now, G? Solidarity > DOES ANYONE HAVE FOOD THEY CAN THROW DOWN MY HOLE?

“Poor fella,” Bdubs sighed out without even a hint of pity. He put his communicator away. He glanced around, seeing the remnants of other players from the falling leaves and missing dark oak trunks. He decided to keep to the edge of the forest, just in case. After a few hundred blocks, the dark oak gave way to a plains biome and–

“HORSE!” Bdubs shouted, sprinting over to the magnificent herd of beasts. There were six of them, all deep browns and blacks. Some were even spotted with white. “What beauties,” he praised as he petted one of the wild mares, who shook her mane out at him. He hauled himself onto her back, only to be bucked off. He was no stranger to the process, however, and kept at it, taming the entire herd by the time the sun was shining directly above him.

“Now I just need a saddle,” Bdubs said aloud, before frowning. Right. He needed a saddle. What were the odds he’d stumble upon a dungeon anytime soon? He wondered if they were using the leather recipe in this game. That would be oh-so-fortuitous.

He hadn’t been paying attention, and the horse he was seated upon had wandered further into the plains, toward the great big snowy mountain they’d all pillaged for iron yesterday. He wondered if Skizz and Impulse were still up there. Why were all his friends moving into such horse-hostile environments? Bunch of scum, the lot of em.

The land opened up in front of him and he let out a surprised shout of terror. He quickly jumped off the horse, only to land precariously at the edge of the gaping ravine.

That was a close one, Bdubs thought to himself, imagine being the first to die. And to fall damage too.

He scurried backwards, giving himself a few blocks of distance. Sheepishly he looked around to see if anyone had seen him shrieking. Luckily, no one was around.

Where the heck was everyone? Had no one decided to settle in these plains? He frowned, turning all the way around before getting himself dizzy. How was he supposed to find Etho with everyone hiding? Everyone was still green for void’s sake! There was no need to be so un-neighborly yet.

“Cowards! All of ya!” he shouted out to no one in particular, cupping his hands around his mouth to make sure his important message carried.

“Is someone out there!?”

Bdubs startled, looking around for the owner of the voice.

“Hello!?”

He narrowed his eyes, following the voice several blocks to the right. He stopped right before the ground gave way to another hole.

“OH THANK THE VOID!”

All the way down below, surrounded by dripstone, was Jimmy. In full diamond armor.

“BDUBS YOU HAVE TO HELP ME!” Jimmy shouted, “I'VE GOT HALF A HEART AND NOTHING TO MY NAME!”

“I don’t know about that,” Bdubs called back, sitting down on the edge of the hole, “You’re covered in diamonds.”

“I’ve got no wood, no tools and no food,” Jimmy lamented, “Please, do you have any food to spare?”

“How’d you manage this?” Bdubs asked, his ears perking up.

“There was some mild panicking when I dug into lava,” Jimmy said, “Very mild. I may have thrown half my inventory into it. These are minor details. Anyway, can you spare a mutton? I’d take it raw at this point.”

Bdubs cringed, “You’re lucky Scott didn’t hear that. He’d never let you live it down.”

“Scott’s dead to me!” Jimmy shouted back, “He and Joel and Etho found me just to laugh! The nerve!”

“Etho?” Bdubs blinked, honing in on his mission with laser focus, “You know where he went?”

“You get me outta this jam, I’ll take you straight to him, I swear on my half of a heart.”

“And one of your diamond pieces,” Bdubs added, standing back up.

“You’d take the shirt off my back in my most trying time?”

“If it’s made of diamonds? Of course!” Bdubs replied, rummaging through his inventory, “After all, my hand might slip and grab my lava bucket instead.”

“ALRIGHT!” Jimmy shouted, “Just please! I can’t live down being yellow first again.”

Bdubs chuckled, taking mercy and flooding the hole. Jimmy quickly swam up, clawing his way onto solid ground and giving himself a firm shake to dry himself off. His long fluffy golden tail rained water droplets everywhere.

“Ah, a fellow dog of culture, I see,” Bdubs noted.

Jimmy cracked a smile, “Once a big dog, always a big dog. Woof, woof.” He picked himself up, taking off his diamond boots and handing them over. “Now please, some meat would be nice.”

“Oh I don't have any food on me,” Bdubs replied casually, slipping the armor on. “Should have probably grabbed some before leaving my crew, now that I think about it.”

Jimmy let out an anguished cry, hands shooting out to take hold of Bdubs shoulders. He dug into the iron armor there, “Are you KIDDING ME?” he shouted, close to tears, “Do you have any idea what I’ve been through!? Wave after wave after wave of creepers and zombies hounded me down there. Half a heart, Bdubs! I could trip and it’d be the end of me.”

“I’ve got a bed if you want to set your spawn here,” Bdubs offered with a bright cheery smile. Jimmy screamed out in aggravation. Bdubs patted his shoulder.

“Oh, that explains it.”

Jimmy and Bdubs turned at the sound of a third voice, and emerging from one of the rolling hills of this biome was Mumbo Jumbo of all people.

“Mumbo!” Bdubs exclaimed, giving a friendly wave. “And on top of a mound!”

“Hmm? Oh! Yes! Once a mounder, always a mounder,” Mumbo replied with a grin, carefully hopping down the blocks to make it to their sides. His skin black and white tail shot out for balance. “Although, I’ve graduated to new heights this go-around. You could say I’m a mountaineer, now.”

“Well, ain’t that nice,” Bdubs complimented, “Are Skizz and Impulse with ya then?”

“Oh yes!” Mumbo assured, “BigB too.”

“Lovely catching up,” Jimmy interrupted, eye twitching, “But we have pressing matters at hand! Mumbo, do you have any food on you, bud?

“Hmm? Oh. Oh right, food. That would have been a good idea, wouldn’t it have been.” Mumbo realized aloud, tapping his chin thoughtfully.

“YOU PEOPLE ARE IMPOSSIBLE!” Jimmy screamed.

Bdubs laughed, patting Jimmy’s shoulder and spreading his other arm out over the horizon, “Look, we’re in a plains biome, I’m sure we can find ya something to munch on.”

“All the animals are gone already!” Jimmy snapped, “This is the life series not Hermitcraft!”

“There’s plenty of horses,” Mumbo pointed out, unhelpfully.

“I CAN’T EAT A HORSE.”

“Not hungry enough, eh?” Mumbo replied.

Jimmy paused mid scream to laugh, “Alright, that’s a good one.” He then returned to screaming, “I’ve got two ticks left in my hunger bar before I starve to death. And that’s gonna be on both your consciences now, I hope you know.”

“I’m sure I can convince Etho to part with some snacks when I find him,” Bdubs assured.

“Isn’t Etho a cat, though? At least, that’s what Impulse told me,” Mumbo said, “Why are you looking for him?”

“Because I’m me, Mumbo, that’s why,” Bdubs snapped.

“Right,” Mumbo said, “Should have expected that. Anyway, if you’ll excuse me I need to collect some redstone down in that ravine. No reason, of course.”

“Of course,” Bdubs played along. He waved as Mumbo pushed past them, black and white spotted tail wagging behind him. He turned back to Jimmy, “Now which way did Etho go?”

Jimmy sighed, “He went further up, toward Scar’s place, I think. Have you been there yet? Last I saw him he was making some sort of shanty on the lake edge.”

“And that’s where we shall go,” Bdubs announced.

“I can’t sprint,” Jimmy said, looping an arm around Bdubs’ as a preventative measure. “Don’t you dare leave me behind.”

Bdubs laughed, but acquiesced. Slowing his pace down as they walked through the peaceful meadows. It was strange to see so few mobs and people. Eerie, really. But eventually from the fog appeared a new structure at the lake's edge. A fishing hut made of oak and spruce, already with a nice pier jutting into the water.

Scar came into view first, arms waving about as he spoke to three other players. Even before he rendered, Bdubs could tell the tallest silhouette to be Etho, most likely standing beside Joel and Scott based on Jimmy’s previous recollection.

“ETHO!” Bdubs shouted, abandoning Jimmy completely to sprint over to him.

Etho’s head shot up, and there was a soft crinkle around his eyes as they lit up in recognition. “Oh snappers, it’s a Bdubs!” he exclaimed, lifting his hand to wave at him.

“Why, hello there, Bdubs,” Scar intercepted, coming in between them before Bdubs could go in for the hug, “Welcome to my dock.”

“Right,” Bdubs nodded. “It’s a nice dock.”

“Thanks, I made it myself. Took all my wood,” Scar continued proudly, his gray and black tail swishing dangerously behind him.

“That’s not even true,” another voice snapped, and Bdubs quickly saw Lizzie coming into view. She was munching on a fish, her small ears folded close to her head, “I made the dock. You only made the shanty.”

“Details,” Scar waved off with his ever present smile.

“Food!” Bdubs shouted, pointing at the half eaten cod in Lizzie’s hand, “Jimmy needs some! Lizzie can you spare a fish for the starving man behind me?”

“Oh, Bdubs,” Joel groaned, his striped tail drooping in disappointment, “You actually helped him?”

“He was supposed to stay in the hole.” Scott clicked his tongue, shaking his head.

“Dogs, amiright?” Joel offered cheekily. Bdubs couldn’t help but let out a petulant little huff at that.

By that point Jimmy had finally staggered over to them, doubling over to rest his hands on his knees. “One tick! One tick left and I die before your callous eyes!”

“I’ve got food, Jimmy,” Lizzie assured, digging through her inventory, “But you’ll have to swear your undying loyalty to me first.”

“FINE!” Jimmy agreed.

“See, this is how you get into so much trouble, Jimmy,” Scott commented, “You agree too quickly to things.”

“The man’s on death’s door, Scott. You can’t blame him,” Scar defended, even as he took out his own cooked cod to eat in front of him.

“To seal the deal I shall give you this!” Lizzie announced, handing over a bone.

“Am I joke to you?” Jimmy growled, holding the bone, “You expect me to eat this? Just because I’m a dog? Har, har, har, everybody.” He pretended to give the bone a bite, only for his jaw to snap right through it. He blinked, surprised, nostrils flaring and bringing the bone to his mouth to properly chew on it.

And then he ate it completely.

“Oh,” Lizzie said, dumbfounded.

Joel started to laugh, “Did he seriously just–”

“There’s a terrible bone joke just waiting to be made here,” Scott snickered, politely covering his smile with his hand.

Jimmy’s face colored, “Shut up! Just hold on a second,”

“Did it work?” Bdubs asked, intrigued. His floppy ears did their best to perk up.

“It…worked,” Jimmy confirmed, eyes widening

“So I can punch you now? Thank void I’ve been having to hold back this whole time–” Joel started, pushing his way forward and winding his arm back.

Jimmy screeched, high pitched. Etho’s arm shot out to grab Joel by the scruff of his shirt while the poor golden retriever quickly ran behind Bdubs. “It didn’t FILL me up! I’m not anywhere close to healed yet. Get away from me, Joel!”

Lizzie stared at one of her bones, appraising it. Carefully, she raised it to her mouth and gave it an experimental gnaw. She grimaced.

“Let me try it,” Bdubs pawed at the bone, curiosity having gotten the best of him yet again. He immediately managed to snap it in half with his teeth, despite missing several. His eyes widened, “Huh. It’s not half bad!”

“This must be a dog thing,” Lizzie murmured, putting a finger to her chin, “I mean you can feed bones to wild wolves so it sort of makes sense.”

“Wait a tick,” Jimmy said, straightening up, “Wouldn’t that…Wouldn’t that mean…” He let his voice fade off as he rifled through his inventory to pull out a piece of rotten flesh.

“Oh that is vile, Jimmy!” Joel snapped.

Jimmy took a bite. His eyes widened. “NO WAY! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?”

Bdubs tilted his head to the side. Jimmy handed him another piece of the zombie flesh and he took a brave bite. An explosion of flavors hit his tongue all at once. Savory rich barbecue with just a hint of heat at the edges. He could feel himself salivating for more as he gobbled up the supposed rancid meat. “Oh my! This is gourmet!”

“Are you telling me, I’ve been panicking for the past few hours when I could have eaten any of the 40 pieces of rotten flesh in my inventory!?” Jimmy cried, sinking down to his knees.

“This is amazing,” Joel snickered, “I’m glad you dragged us out here, Scott.”

“I’m full of great ideas,” Scott preened, flicking his hair back to emphasize the point. His blue gray tail swished behind him for added effect.

“Anyway,” Etho said, finally making his way to stand by his old friend, “Fancy seeing you here, Bdubs.”

“Etho!” Bdubs shouted, remembering the whole point of the day.

“Shouldn’t you be with your pack?” Etho faux sniffled, turning his head to the side.

“I came to check on you!” Bdubs insisted, pushing toward him. “Sure, I was led astray momentarily, but here I am in the end! That’s got to count for something, right?”

“I’m not letting more people move in with me,” Joel growled, putting his foot down.

Etho patted Joels’ shoulder, lifting his other hand to scratch the back of his own neck, “Ya see, Bdubs, after that whole debacle, I kinda joined my own alliance. A Fe-liance.”

“Oh.” Bdubs took a step back, wounded. “Oh, I see.”

“Aww man, Joel,” Etho caved immediately, turning to the tabby cat, “Can’t we keep him?”

“Absolutely not.”

“But look at him. How could you say no to that face?”

“Easily,” Joel said. Scott laughed.

“Gentlemen,” Scar clapped, grabbing everyone's attention once more. Lizzie made a loud ahem, her tail lashing out in warning. Scar quickly amended, “And Lady. Although this has been quite the joyous reunion, I do believe you three came here for business?”

“We came for information, actually,” Scott cut in, taking a step forward, “From Lizzie, really. I hear you’ve got quite the advantage in this game, this time around.”

Lizzie blinked owlishly, “Whatever do you mean?”

“Oh, she’s good,” Bdubs whispered to Jimmy and Etho, who were standing closest to him.

“That’s the same look you pull half the time,” Etho huffed, crossing his arms.

“Game recognizes game,” Bdubs nodded. “Did I say that right? Gem taught me that one.”

“Joel told me everything,” Scott said bluntly. Joel’s ears pinned back, betrayed.

Lizzie scowled, turning to her husband, “Joel! You had one job!”

“I didn’t know it was a secret!” Joel snapped, tabby tail lashing behind him.

“Of course it was a secret!” Lizzie huffed. She crossed her arms, glaring up at Scott. “Well, you already know, then. No fall damage.”

“No fall damage?” Etho repeated, eyes widening a fraction.

“At all?” Bdubs added. “Well, wouldn’t that be nifty.”

“Interesting,” Scott continued tapping his chin, “What else do you know?”

Lizzie glowered, “Maybe that’s all I know.”

“Oh, come on now,” Scott started, his tone lilting as he bent forward to get closer to Lizzie’s face, “You expect me to believe the great LDShadowlady spent all of her imperial days as a cat and learned only one thing?”

“Oh, Scott,” Lizzie said, turning her head shyly to the side, “You’re gonna make me blush.”

Joel visibly scowled.

“Anybody got blocks?” Etho asked, “I gotta try this no fall damage thing.”

“Oh, it’s amazing Etho,” Joel egged on, eager to latch onto any distraction from his wife’s annoyance at him, “I went all the way to the height limit. You saw!”

“I did see,” Etho agreed with a light laugh.

“Lizzie’s got cobble in her chest,” Jimmy pointed out, uncrouching from the chest he’d been rifling through..

Lizzie whirled around at him, “Jimmy! I saved your life and you’re going through my things?”

Etho grabbed two stacks easily, turning towards Bdubs, “What do you say, wanna give it a shot with me?”

Bdubs reddened, but he took the offered stack, “Oh, well, when you ask so nicely how could I possibly refuse?” Then he pocketed the stack and put his hands on his hips, “Are you CRAZY? I’m no cat! You think me a FOOL?”

Etho cackled, “Just keeping you on your toes, is all.” He wiped at his eye, and hopped up onto a block, “I’m still gonna check it out for myself, though.”

Bdubs watched with growing wariness as Etho ascended upwards. He could hear the bickering around him start to die down as all eyes veered toward the white cat in the sky.

“You know, this has me thinking,” Scar started, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, “We could be a whole traveling circus. Think of all the trapeze arts! No safety nets. It’d be spectacular. People would pay a fortune to see it. And there would be absolutely no clowns.”

“Shh,” Joel shushed, “He’s gonna jump. Jump into my arms Etho!!” he extended out his hands, only to be nudged in the side by both Scott and Lizzie adding up to one solid tick of damage against him.

Etho did jump and, without a drop of water, landed on his feet before them. His tail pointed straight out for balance and his own eyes were wide like even he couldn’t believe it. Then he turned toward his audience and asked, “Did that make you jump?”

“Oh, BROTHER,” Bdubs lamented, rolling his eyes. Hopefully, his lambasting would cover up the jealousy and admiration festering just underneath the surface.

“I didn’t go that far up,” Etho admitted sheepishly after a moment, stepping away from his stack, “But you know what, Bdubs? I bet you could water bucket clutch from that height.”

“No way,” Bdubs said.

“Perhaps we should change the saying from scaredy cat to scaredy dog,” Joel goaded.

“Good one,” Scott replied flatly.

“It was NOT,” Jimmy snapped, “Don’t listen to them Bdubs! You don’t need to prove nothin’.”

“Of course I’m not doing something that stupid,” Bdubs assured.

“I’ll give you this saddle,” Etho offered.

“Alright,” Bdubs sighed, pulling out the stack of cobblestone and starting to hop up into the sky. He ignored Jimmy’s squawking and Joel’s cackling, instead focusing on not slipping off his precarious tower. As he reached the halfway point he realized very quickly how stupid he was being. “Committing to the bit never did me wrong before,” he murmured to himself. He blinked and then snapped aloud, “Except for every time it did! What the heck am I doing up here!?”

He stared down at his audience and pursed his lips. He couldn’t mine down to them now. He’d never live it down. He’d bring great shame not only to himself but to all of dogkind. Plus, he really did want a saddle.

“You’re a professional, Bdubs,” he reminded himself, shaking off his nerves and squaring his shoulders. He pulled out his bucket of water, counted to three, then counted to three again, and then finally psyched himself out enough to just jump at the number two.

BDoubleO100 fell from a high place. ImpulseSV > OH NO! IntheLittleWood > First Blood TangoTek > Jimmy you can breathe now! ZombieCleo > I let you out of my sight for FIVE MINUTES

Bdubs opened his eyes at spawn and let out a frustrated scream. He stomped around trying to let the anger out. Oh, he was going to murder Etho, his eternal alliance be damned. He started hoofing it to the otherside of the lake, lamenting his lack of horse. His lack of anything. Especially with the sun already starting to set. It wouldn’t be long until night befell them.

“Bdubs! Over here!” he heard Jimmy shout. He turned his head to see that both Jimmy and Lizzie were running toward him, meeting him about halfway.

“We grabbed your stuff,” Jimmy said quickly as he started chucking items out of his pockets and onto the ground.

“I gave Etho quite the tongue lashing too,” Lizzie assured, “Put the fear of the void in ‘im for messing with my dogs like that.”

“Your dogs?” Jimmy questioned.

“I gave you each a bone, didn’t I?” Lizzie reminded him.

“I’ve got a bone to pick with a certain someone,” Bdubs interrupted, pushing past them after accounting for his relatively small amount of things. He sprinted the rest of the way and in no time he found exactly who he was looking for.

“ETHO, WHAT THE HECK!” Bdubs shouted, glaring as the white cat seemed to curl in on himself nervously. His white ears pinned so close to his head they became lost in his unruly hair.

“I swear I was gonna put down some water as a safety last minute,” Etho muttered, not looking him in the eye. He rummaged through his inventory and pulled out a horse saddle, “You still want the saddle?”

“I don’t want your BLOOD SADDLE!” Bdubs bellowed, stomping his foot for added effect. “I want my life back!”

“Uh,” Etho started, glancing over to his alliance for help.

Joel stepped in easily enough, “Sorry, Bdubs, we don’t speak dog.” He grabbed hold of Etho’s arm, pulling him away, “Etho! Scott! Uh, we should go work on the base! That isn’t here!”

“Right,” Etho agreed as he allowed himself to be dragged, “We’ve got a tree to build.”

“You’re even building trees without me, now?” Bdubs called out, “I hate you!”

“Quite the tragic break up we’re witnessing, huh boys,” Lizzie commented, shaking her head solemnly where she stood between Jimmy and Scar.

“What, you and Joel?” Scar blinked.

“What? No! Bdubs and Etho!” Lizzie snapped.

“But you’re sticking with me right? Not following your husband out there? I take loyalty very seriously here, Lizzie,” Scar warned.

“Of course!” Lizzie waved off, “That man’s dead to me.” She ignored the strangled cry of I heard that from Joel, instead giving Scar a bright cheery smile. He echoed it and the atmosphere seemed to grow a bit tenser, enough for Jimmy to take a wary step back.

“Timmy, where are you going?” Scar asked, turning towards him.

“Yeah, Jimmy, you’re one of us now, remember?” Lizzie cautioned.

Jimmy swallowed, “Uh, right, about that. You know, you two being cats, and us being dogs–”

“The circus doesn’t discriminate,” Scar waved off.

“You took the bone, Jimmy,” Lizzie reminded him sternly.

“Erm, Bdubs, what do you think?” Jimmy tried, turning desperately to the silent pug still watching the trio retreating in the distance.

Bdubs ignored him entirely, instead screaming out “WAIT!” at the top of his lungs.

Jimmy blanched as he watched his fellow dog sprint away from him, calling out a desperate plea of, “Don’t leave me here alone!”

Bdubs caught up to the cat trio easily enough. He stood right in front of Etho, who still looked too sheepish to meet his gaze. With his sternest glare he demanded, “Give me the saddle.”

Etho gave a nervous chuckle but handed over the item all the same. “So…we’re good now? No hard feelings?”

“Nope,” Bdubs answered with a cheery smile, “You’re absolutely dead to me!” He then swiveled round, racing back to join Lizzie, Scar and Jimmy where he left them.

“Oh, thank the void you didn’t abandon me,” Jimmy sighed out in relief.

“Abandon you? No! Never!” Bdubs assured, throwing an arm around the taller dog, “We’re bone brothers now.”

Lizzie cheered and Scar gave his own approving cackle as he swept them all in for a group hug. From within the inner circle, Bdubs continued, “Alright, new family, here’s the deal. I’ve got intel I can share about a whole host of these TRAITORS on this server.”

Still, even as he shared all he knew about the locations of the other players and their species, he couldn’t help glancing behind his back every now and then, just in case. And each time his eyes met only the empty landscape, he felt the cold wrap around his heart just a little bit tighter.

#life series smp #grian #bdoubleo100 #solidaritygaming #mumbo jumbo #smallishbeans #ethoslab #ldshadowlady #goodtimeswithscar #smajor1995 #zombiecleo #inthelittlewood #wild life smp

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