#hitw

[to-coyly-go]

that hitw map is so visually pleasing look at the fish look at the beautiful direction signs!!

[hexinthewest]

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[briarlovesclara]

every game of hitw from now until eternity will feel relaxing

[norrgen]

you are insulting ME? the quarter finalist of the latest hole in the wall tournament? pathetic.

[legofemme]

can we know more about lisa

YES FOREVER. A preemptive note that lisas lore is very much a WIP as i have not found the right music to daydream about her to <- only half joking . Putting the Lisa Stuff under a readmore to keep things from getting too terribly long.

THAT BEING SAID . Her Whole Thing is that she used to be human, but cant actually remember anything about being human. She does. However. Know that she should not be a ham and being a ham is weird as fuck and she would like to not be a ham if possible please and thank you.

It doesnt help that her left arm is Blood. It is constantly dripping, but the droplets evaporate into nothingness pretty quickly. Theres no source for it that lisa knows of (shes pretty sure cooked hams dont generate infinite blood, but shes new to this whole thing so whos to say !) and sometimes theres More or Less blood at seemingly random moments. Shes able to shape the blood into a nasty liquid arm that Can pick things up and, much more disturbingly, the blood can dissolve and consume anything that it engulfs. It also sometimes acts on its own. Lisa doesnt know why

Lisa also has the awful awful ability to see a dimension that overlaps the one that shes currently in. This dimension is a lot like the Other World from silent hill in that it overlaps her current dimension for brief intervals and that it changes shape and form depending on who shes around at the time. When shes completely alone, it manifests in flesh and blood. Thankfully its only visual- she isnt Actually taken there- but its still like. Not fun. Obviously. The only person who seems to completely nullify this ability iiisss

Hole in the Wall :) an interdimensional hole who has a mind and a will, and is able to interact with things by forcibly killing and overtaking the bodies of other people and objects. Hole in the Wall is Fully Aware of who and what lisa is, due to it being. Yknow. Interdimensional itself. But it wont tell her for fear of meddling, instead it calls itself her best friend and follows her around. She Hates it. But appreciates its company if only for its ability to turn off the interdimensional sight thing.

SO . Lisa is just a very sad very anxious ham, who used to be a human (despite having no memories), has a weird blood arm that Eats People, and can see into a hell dimension unwillingly . And her only friend is what is essentially a living space gloryhole. Tadaaa

Some lisas and a hitw for reading all this ♥️ yaaayy

[39mice]

Here are two of my MCC game personifications for a challenge I’m doing

[xpoolboy]

if theres a hitw finale im killing myself

[dteamain]

i want the spanish streamers to play mcc so they can be forced to team with people they hate in the name of 'balancing' and have to continue on through every glitch no restarts or anything and then have all forty spanish cc's streams open on my monitor to watch them put the silver shittalkers to shame after the event

[suenitos]

i love sylvee sm she was one of the only ones to cheer for dnap back in mcc15 too 😭🩷

aww i remember that shes the only bitch in this house that ive ever respected :') tbf i think that was a captainsparklez dodgebolt too so thats probably why ppl were rooting against dnap (and the other two)

[sappymix1]

day six!! princess dream and knight george. writing angst for once in my life oh princess dream my poor baby :((( see you tomorrow for the last day!!

Dream wasn’t supposed to be anywhere near the war room when her mother made the decision. 

She was supposed to be back in her own chambers, her ladies in waiting helping her remove the mountain of petticoats that pooled around her lower body and undoing the tiny buttons that ran up her back. She was supposed to be sitting still and straight as they undid the pins that kept her curls pinned up and perfect and brought water for her to wash the day off of her face. She was, most certainly, not supposed to be kneeling in the hallway, ear pressed up against the wooden door as she strained to hear what her mother was saying while Hannah, her closest companion in the royal household, stood a few feet away as a reluctant lookout. 

Dream had been tracking the war for months, studying maps and every memo her mother left out in her war room as the lines of their enemies steadily grew closer. She’d read the reports from their neighboring allies of burning homes and mass casualties. She knew what was coming for them. She’d been hoping, desperately, that someone could stop it before it arrived. 

Her mother’s words to the diplomats right now were the last chance. She trusted her mother. She did not know if it would be enough.

Every word that drifted through the door made her stomach twist. She needed them to find a method for peace. She wanted it for the kingdom, obviously. But she needed it for herself.

When she heard the words in her mother’s sweet voice drift through the door, a tiny proclamation that their kingdom was going to war, it felt like it should have been louder. It rang through Dream’s ears like it was. 

“What?” Hannah said when Dream got unsteadily back to her feet, abandoning her previous pointed disinterest. “What are they saying?” 

Dream hurried down the hall towards the front of the palace, the sound of her frantic steps echoing off of the marble floors. She could hear Hannah following her. 

“Dream, you said you’d tell me if I kept watch for you,” she complained as Dream weaved through the halls to find the staff door. Karl was on guard and he wouldn’t say anything if she left that way. “This isn’t fair. What’s your problem?” 

They got to the door, and Dream finally turned around. “Stay here so that you can let me in when I get back.” She reached out to grab Hannah’s hands in hers. “If anyone asks, just say, I don’t know. Bad sent you to wait for a delivery.”

“But where are you going?” Hannah asked, clutching Dream’s hands back. 

Dream stayed for a second longer before pulling away to grab a cape. She pulled it over her intricately patterned green dress, and then she lifted it to cover her hair. “We’re at war.” Her voice sounded hollow and scared when she said it, nothing like her mother’s. “I’ll be back in a few hours.” 

Passing Karl was easy; he just nodded and let her pass through the outer gates. Once she was through, she took off running, hiking her skirt up to keep it from becoming tangled in her legs.

It wasn’t long before she reached where she was going, a small wooden house with dark windows and two pairs of leather boots placed outside the door. It was a cold November night and running in the winter air made her throat ache. A small stream of smoke drifted from the chimney as she knocked on the door, loud and harsh against the quiet darkness. 

The walls were thin and she could hear someone coming down the creaky stairs. Then the door opened up, revealing a drowsy looking girl with tangled dark hair, blue blanket wrapped around her shoulders with thick knitted socks sticking out from under it. “Dream?” she said, voice still slightly slurred with sleep. “What – huh?”

“We’re at war.” The words tumbled out of Dream’s mouth like marbles from a game spilling from her hand onto her bedroom floor. The normal coziness of the house, fire burning low just within Dream’s view, faded with them. “My mother met with diplomats tonight. She’s making it official tomorrow. George, you have to go.” 

The gentle sleepiness faded from George’s eyes as her face hardened. She stepped outside, bringing a lantern with her, and wrapped her blanket tighter around herself. Undoubtedly, she didn’t want to wake the other knights she lived with and have to explain why the fucking princess was standing at their door step. “Dream,” she started, but Dream cut her off. 

“I’ve read the reports, George.” Her voice shook. “I’ve read about the casualties. Do you know how many people died in the last battle? Two hundred. We have to step in because our allies are losing. I am not going to be responsible for you going into battle and getting yourself killed.”

“Dream!” George said again, voice raised slightly. She stepped forward, closer to Dream, and her voice lowered again. “You know I can’t.” 

“Yes you can,” Dream said, and her voice broke under the guilt. She should be able to do something about this. She should have talked to her mother, begged her to try harder to work out a deal. She was the future fucking queen; she should have been able to stop the thing that was going to kill the woman she loved. “It will break me if anything happens to you. I can get you out of here.”

“But I don’t want to leave.” George’s face was pale and pinched in the light of the lantern but her voice was very firm. Dream thought it could have brought her to her knees. “I signed up for this. You know that.” 

She was wearing a blanket and socks big enough that they pooled around her thighs and her hair was unbrushed but her shoulders were steady enough to wear her normal iron armor. Dream hated it. George was happy and loud and silly; she had been ever since Dream had met her in a new crop of knights when both of them were much younger and less jaded than they were now. She was supposed to stay that way – dumb practice fights where George laughed so hard at Dream’s unfunny jokes that she nearly dropped her sword and late nights curled up in Dream’s giant bed after Sylvee and Hannah snuck her in even though Dream had never seen anyone so gorgeous look so out of place dressed for the royal court. She wasn’t supposed to look like someone who was ever going to see actual fighting. Dream didn’t know if it was more upsetting; the idea of her going to war ill prepared or that it wouldn’t matter that she was.

“I was supposed to be able to stop it,” Dream said miserably. “I said I’d stop it before it could get to you.”

“I know.” George gently took Dream’s face in her hands. “But it’s out of your hands. I didn’t expect you to stop anything.” George’s voice was steady, but her hands were cold and clammy. Dream could tell she was scared. “Come in. You’re freezing. You can spend the night.”

Dream wasn’t thinking about Hannah, waiting back for her. She wasn’t thinking about the other knights who lived with George who could see her. She was just thinking about the unspoken pleading in George’s eyes. This wasn’t supposed to happen to them. She nodded.

Dream had only been to George’s house once or twice, and as George led her up the stairs, she was horribly aware of how unlikely it was that she would be again. She tried not to think of it as George kissed her jaw and undid the tiny buttons on her dress with a painful intimacy that her ladies in waiting doing the same thing never had. George’s fingers were freezing against her bare skin and as soon as Dream was in just her chemise, she pulled her to climb under the layers of blankets tangled up in her bed. 

“I don’t want this to be the last time we lay together,” Dream whispered as George’s legs tangled up with hers. “I don’t want it to end like this.”

George exhaled, soft and like she was trying to brace herself. “I know,” she said, voice stilted. “Me too.”

When Dream wrapped her arms around George, she could feel her shaking. Dream buried her face into her hair, and for the first time in ages, the princess allowed herself to crack.

[kaoharu]

spade world next wish me luck o7

[tinamybeloved]

After that was stories from when fruit was in school, I don't remember him saying anything else about dream

!!!

[hexinthewest]

03 The next morning

[boygirlctommy]

ok but this animatic is gonna be so good if i actually make it

[sandsoftide]

SANDS OR DEATH

[dreamingofthedteam]

wait it was sapnaps first time in mcc hes so funny during the hole in the wall