I'm Writing This One-shot, Where In-ho Cracks And Burns Everything To The Ground, But I Can't Decide

pt 4. Of someone sends me an outfit and I slap it on Grian.

This one was super cool, I liked working on the jacket thing

shhhh I know I changed art styles. I’m eepy

@aussietransgirl

Progress! Still working on it, but I want everyone to know that I listened and I'll finish it.

Regarding Iskall - two former mods have come forward with their own statements. You can read Mefallit's statement here (word document), and Kasszi's statement here (google doc).

As well as this, False has confirmed that this only pertains to Iskall.

A little Jimmy and Scott fanfic

Made some changes lol

Whistling, I stepped onto my front porch. I was so hungry and I was looking forward to eating whatever my husband cooked. Opening the front door, I walked in, to see my endearing lover lying face down, blood was pouring from the middle of his back, flesh was showing from the inside, and there was blood still pouring out from the wound. A saucepan was on the stove, its contents boiling, the fire still burning. Quickly I turned it off and rushed to Tango's side. Turning him around, his eyes were all glassy, his skin pale. Feeling for his pulse, I reached into my pocket to call 911.  "I wouldn't do that if I were you." A familiar voice growled. Slowly, I turned and saw my best friend, Scott, holding a gun right in front of my forehead.

"Why? Why did you kill him?" Tears streamed into his eyes. Something told me to end him. Just to pull the trigger and end this all. But I just couldn't do it. "What are you doing Agent? Finish the mission!" Ren, Head of Corporate, whispered through the receiver. I lowered my arm. I took out the earpiece and crushed it under my foot. Jimmy's eyes widened in alarm. "Jimmy, I-I was paid to do it. I didn't want to hurt you. You know I loved you."

"But why us? Why Tango?"

"Your husband found out about us. The Corporate wanted him gone. You along with him. I-I'm sorry, I should've refused the mission."

"What? Who do you work for?"

"The Red emeralds. They are a secret mafia group that takes out threats to their society."

Jimmy looked down and sighed. "You know I can't forgive you for this. This..Red emeralds need to be stopped."

I winced. "I know, but I don't blame you for it. I-I can help you bury him, C’mon.”  

I know I shouldn't have trusted Scott. But he seemed sincere and he is- I mean, was, my lover back then, and I hope he means well. The Red emeralds though...I thought they ended in 1920. From the newspaper I read before, the Red emeralds would catch young kids and train them to be hitmen. Then they would send them on missions to kill and-. Tears broke out of my eyes. I just couldn't believe Tango was gone, 8 years of marriage just down the drain. Scott looked at me with a concerned expression. “Are you alright?” “Am I alright? My husband just got killed and you think I’ll just walk it off? Do you know how much Tango meant to me? How much has he done for me?” I said Shrilly. I calmed down and added. “Nothing can fix what you’ve done. I don’t want to see you again. Go. I’ll bury him.” Scott looked at me one last time, he opened his mouth to say something. “Don’t.” I whispered. His eyes brimming with tears, he turned and walked away. I dropped down my knees and hugged Tango’s corpse, crying. Suddenly, I felt a cold hand on my neck, then felt a cloth wrapping my mouth. The sweet smell of sedatives filled my nose, then I passed out and everything went pitch black. 

Vision blurring, I walked along the sidewalk, heading back to my house. I felt really bad. Really bad. When Ren assigned me that mission, I didn’t know Tango that well, except for the fact that he was Jimmy’s boyfriend before we parted ways. I didn’t know- I didn’t know they were married. I opened the front door to see Ren standing, with Jimmy kneeling on the floor, Ren’s arm wrapped around his neck, with the other arm holding a gun right on Jimmy’s forehead. “Hello, Scott.” He said menacingly. I reached into my pocket and took the gun out, aiming at Ren’s chest. Ren pressed the pistol harder into Jimmy’s forehead. “Now, now, You wouldn’t want to hurt your dear friend would you?” My arm faltered and he smirked. “You still love him don’t you?” He took a breath, then started again, “How about we make a deal. Either you kill him, or I kill you instead. You aim for me and I’ll shoot him down along with me.” I lowered the gun. I knew what I had to do. “I'm sorry Ren.” I whisper. Determined,  I roll to the ground and punch the gun out of his hand. He stumbles, shocked.  Then I shoot him square in the chest. Time seems to slow down as he falls, spilling blood over the floor as well as on Jimmy’s shirt. As the adrenaline slowly fades away, my body falters and I drop on the ground, staring at Ren’s dead body. 

I really didn’t know what to feel at this point. I really don’t.  I don’t even know if he is even trusted anymore. First I learn that Scott is part of some secret organisation that takes people and kills 2 people in one day. First, Tango, then this guy? “Scott, Who was that?” I said, my voice cracking. 

“Look, I know you're freaking out,” Scott says, his eyes focusing on me. “He was the head of the Red emeralds.”

My eyes widened. “Him?” 

“Yes, his name was Ren I-” His eyes locked onto my pockets, his face turned into shock.  I look down and I realise my hand is on my cell phone, like I was ready to call. Someone. Anyone to get away from my….Friend? Enemy? I didn’t even know what he was to me anymore. Then I realise what I need to do. “I’m sorry Scott, but you need to be locked up.” I stuttered. Scott sighs and raises his hand in defeat.  “Do what you need to do, Jimmy.”

….15 YEARS LATER…..

 I wake up, the cold bare walls surrounding me. The policeman bangs on the railings. “Come on Mr Major. Let’s get you out of here.” 

“What? I thought I was due for another 25 years?”

“Someone has paid to get you out.” My eyes lighten. Finally I can get out of this musty old place. 

“Did you get the name who did it?” 

“Indeed Mr Major, he goes by the name of Jimmy Solidarity.”

You can’t say I wasn’t nervous, but I think I was ready to forgive Scott. He didn’t deserve to be in Jail. He was forced to kill Tango and he killed Ren to save me. I clutched the flowers a little tighter as I caught sight of Scott. His overgrown teal hair shimmered in the sunlight. His deep blue eyes sparkled as he saw me. “Hi Jimmy! You’re looking handsome, as always.” My cheeks flushed with colour. Classic Scott, always the charmer. “You're not looking too bad either.” 

“I mean…I could do with a bit of shaving”

I ruffled his hair, “I think it’s alright for 15 years.” 

“You’re just being generous.” He takes me in for a hug, then let's go.“Thanks. I owe you one.”

“Actually, I think you owe me a lot. I paid..” I paused, thinking. “200 thousand dollars to get your butt out of here.”

“Uhh, you’ll have to wait I guess.” Scott smiled. “I’ll make it up to you, soon, I promise.” I smiled back at him. With my hand around his, we walked out of the building, together again. 

Alright Hermitcraft fans, As the new season looms closer, and as we have essentially been confirmed that two new people are joining Hermitcraft, we have to be on the same page. We all have our theories, and our hopes, and our corkboards, but what follows should be something that everyone understands.

Whoever the two new people are? We are going to hype the HELL out of them. There should be be a tidal wave of joy and support. Drowning them in positivity and welcoming them to Hermitcraft. Their announcements and first videos should be covered in enthusiasm. If you've never heard of them before, you give them as warm a welcome as an old friend - and give them a shot! Might find a new favorite!

I know that if you think someone is joining, and they aren't, you might be disappointed. But you do not put that shit on the people who are joining. You keep your discontent private, and out of the tags. I am not telling you how to feel. I am asking you to have a level of common decency. If you don't have something nice to say, you keep it away from where the Hermits can see.

Imagine getting invited onto the server - both a highly visible job and friend group all in one - and having fans of your friends act like they don't want you there. Hearing them say that 'someone else deserved it more' before you even have a chance. Or imagine you're one of the existing Hermits, and people who claim they support you are going on about 'disapproving' of your friends that you asked to join. Put very mildly, it's rude as hell, and discouraging as hell, and not the Hermitcraft way.

We can make them joining Hermitcraft the best decision of their lives. Or we can make it the worst. That's on us. Let's make it a good time for Hermitcraft Season 10.

lost souls

I hope Iskall85 understands that comparing himself, somebody who was a creep to people in his dms and who cheated on his partner, to women and marginalized people getting murdered, is disgusting.

He didn’t refute the screenshots being real, and he also put blame on the Hermitcraft server for cancelling him when they put out a neutral statement about the situation and gave him an opportunity to discuss what was happening. He’s been on Hermitcraft for eight years, he had close friends on the server. They did not think it was fun or advantageous to have this conversation. Some of the victims haven’t come out against him publicly, and there’s no motive for his moderators and team, who financially benefitted from him, to accuse him other than that being the truth. The hermits haven’t said much of anything at all, and what they did say months ago was short and precise, as well as contradictory to Doc’s statements on the hermits trying the best they could to talk to him.

If you support Iskall85 after this statement and after the evidence which has been presented then block me, because I don’t want to see you around. He very clearly guilted his former staff and threatened the people he harmed, and this is not behavior that should be tolerated in any way.

CHAPTER 14

Hello! Welcome to Double Hearted Volume 2. Thank you so much for all the support and patient for this part, it means the world to us.

Volume 2 is the official start of the chronological timeline for Double Hearted. Therefore, every new part will be important to understand the story. Can't wait to continue with the comic! And I hope you all continue supporting us with this project, this wouldn't have been possible without your support!

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Weird traffic around here

Maybe it’s a sign from the life series gods,

NEW LIFE SERIES IS COMING SOON AHHHGH GRIAN PLEASE ELABORATE I’M GOING CRAZY

Joel fails miserably

Inspired by @your-daily-dose-of-caffeine's fanart

The winds picked up as Joel climbed higher and higher, threatening to push him over the edge any minute. 98….99….100. As he placed the last block, he took a moment to think about what he was about to do. He could hear the muffled yelling from his friends gathering down beneath him, Martyn was slowly climbing up the pole, ready to take a guess at his task. He could almost hear Grian’s protests to ‘be careful’. Joel knew Grian was anxious. Why was he scared again? It wasn’t like Grian’s the one up here. He shook his head, clearing any thoughts that would prevent him from completing his task. Joel needed this. It was almost like someone was watching him, not from below, but from above, egging him to jump. Egging him to fall. Egging him to DIE. Joel jumped. The wind grew stronger and stronger at each minute of his fall, whistling in his ear. He could feel the pressure of the atmosphere getting stronger. He fumbled to get his water bucket out of his inventory. Why didn’t I have it in my hand in the first place?! I’m such a blummin idiot.  I should’ve come prepared. I’m such a- Pain shot through his legs, his consciousness was fading, he could hear Grian’s anguished scream, the audience was in shock, He missed the water! I can’t believe he missed the water!  Someone..someone was laughing, laughing at him. He struggled to look up to find the culprit,  just to see a black figure with looming wings, all his eyes (eyes?) were filled with humour. The figure resembled someone he knew, someone he thought he could trust. “Grian?” Joel muttered. And then he passed out.