25 for the wrapped drabble!
25: "Bremen", PigPen Theater Co.
It was part of the plan, everbody would stand On their hind legs, hands holding high the other Like a tower of brothers, and the one on the top Would crow warnings and call in the morning And call out the storm that was coming The one on the bottom would steer 'til the road was clear And people would learn to rejoice and to fear our coming
It is, ironically, a mild, wet temperature over Dogwarts, the sort of weather that mostly feels dreary rather than being properly cold, or snowy, or icy, or any of the sorts of things that the kinds of people who claim to bring forth winter would be expected to have over their fortress.
"Oh, come on, you've gotta be cheating!" says Skizz, throwing his cards down on the table. They're stained a strange purple. "Dippledop, tell them that he's cheating."
"I mean, I don't know, Skizz," Impulse says. "You aren't good enough at cheating to have taught me how to spot it..."
"I mean, you're the one marking cards," Martyn says idly.
"You know I can't help it!" says Skizz. "It's my ender-what's-its. My purple scales. My, my general, uh, what's a good word for it -"
"Ourple," Etho says.
"What?" Impulse says.
"He's ourple," Etho says, and then doesn't elaborate at all.
"You know, if you're going to accuse me of cheating, why not accuse him?" Martyn says. "I mean, look at him. He's wearing a mask while we're playing poker. That's basically against the rules."
"I don't have a face, man," Etho says.
"Did you mean -" Big B starts. Impulse puts a hand on his leg. Big B stops.
"I'm just saying," Martyn says, as he takes the distraction as an excuse to palm one of the cards using and replace it with a king he's been keeping in a pocket. He knows the king won't be suspicious largely because he's been keeping track of the cards Skizz has had, and the king he's about to put in his hand is the same one that Skizz had three hands earlier.
Martyn is going to win, like, so many meaningless favors from people who are all definitely going to die before Martyn can call them in, but hey. He's definitely going to die before he has a chance to worry about it, either.
(At one point, it had been about winning. He's good at cheating.)
"You know what, yeah! That is cheating! Show us your face, huh, Etho?" says Skizz, pointing dramatically. Big B snorts into his cards.
"Uh, I mean, I don't know, man," Etho says, putting his hands up and nervously backing up. "It's like - you know I don't take this off..."
"Actually, yeah," Impulse says. "I sorta wanna see you try to keep a poker face. Take it off, Etho."
"Woah, woah boys. I know we're all friends here, but I don't know if I'm ready for a strip tease," Martyn says, which makes Etho turn bright red, and also makes Big B flustered enough that Martyn can see his hand. Okay, that's not a threat. Not that Big B's a threat to anyone, really, but he's still green for a reason.
Skizz isn't a threat for a completely different reason. His heart's right there on his sleeve. He has a shit hand this round. He gave that given that well away the moment he drew it.
That leaves Etho and Impulse to figure out.
"I - oh, geez, guys," Etho says. "I -"
"Take it off!" Skizz starts chanting. "Take it off! Take it off!"
"I'm - I like you guys, but I'm not taking off my mask!" Etho says. "Impulse, Impulse, we're buddies. You should understand!"
"Yeah, but like..." Impulse says, before shrugging. "I mean, if it really upsets you, I guess... Guys, maybe we should stop."
"Naw, don't try to talk him out of it!" Skizz says.
"Haha, you know, I want to see it too," Big B says. "It's a bonding thing, right?"
"Oh, well you can't argue with the bonding thing, now can you," Martyn says.
"Guys," Impulse starts saying, and then there's the sound of a creaking door, and everyone stops at once as the courtyard changes from dreary and wet to a certain chill. If Martyn didn't know any better, he'd say it's the chill of the grave, but there hadn't ever been any for him, so. Probably not.
Instead, it's just...
"My loyal Dogwarts," says Ren, quietly. "What is all of this commotion about?"
"We're playing cards, My Lord," Martyn says immediately. "See?"
He shows his hand to Ren. Ren chuckles.
"Well, laddie. Show me how you win at cards."
Well, the answer to that's 'by cheating'. But he can't really show Ren that, now can he? He's got to keep some things in his pocket. Besides, it's not like any of the favors in the pot matter.
They're all gonna die before they matter. Some of them already are.
Martyn loses the hand to Impulse. He collects the favors with a sheepish grin. Ren barks out a laugh. "You'll get them next time, laddie."
"I'm sure I will," Martyn says.
"Mom, Ren's playing favorites," Etho whines.
"That's - that's unbecoming a knight of -"
"Yeah, Ren's playing favorites," Big B says.
"I mean, dudes, uh, I mean - my loyal Dogwarts -"
Martyn laughs so hard that he forgets to pay attention, and loses the next hand too.
XB miiiight be going a bit crazy.
Just maybe. Perhaps. Just throwing ideas out into the wind.
Like, bad dreams are normal, right? Maybe they shouldn't copy a reality you don't know yet, and maybe, just maybe they shouldn't be filled with very detailed, very empty new worlds, but weird dreams happen! It's nothing to worry about!
Maaaybe the statue was something to worry about though.
But it was fine! It's gone now, XB blew it up, so everything should be fine! Just a bit worrying that it changed what it looked, but weird things happen. And maybe it's a bit worrying that he keeps seeing Kerilson at the edge of his vision, or that he's less and less sure the whole 'Mythland' thing was a dream, or that the other Hermits still weren't back yet. But they would be fine, it would be fine!
Right?
AFK prank gone wrong
a kind of continuation of my ‘hermes in his cowboy phase’ post
cause i want jimmy to stop being mean to that kid before i swat him with a newspaper! i will uncle-fy him myself if i have to
Etho is such a funny little guy
He’s the og Minecrafter, he listens to metal music and punk rock, he never drives over the speed limit, he learned to code at age nine, one of his best qualities include sobbing “nooohohohooooo” while being chased by mobs, he’s a redstone master, he’s recently fired from his own made up cooking show, his biggest fan is a sentient moss man with massive eyes
He’s so funny and I love him, he’s just so incredibly special to me
wanted to draw the create gang, so I did.
I was struggling with the poses a little so i just searched up anime figurines and heavily referenced those alskdjakljasd
Pearl is confused.
This is not a new thing: the hermits get up to bewildering shenanigans all the time, and with more people? It was only a recipe for disaster.
The new world was confusing too! With all the animals walking on two legs, the dodos and the goblins and all the other things in the new world, one was bound to get confused.
But Pearl knows how to go with the flow when weird things start happening, and she knows how to bounce off the confusion to create more chaos. She accepts the facts that there are rideable hogs and a llama barkeep and a toy sheriff with relative ease, and when hermitopia starts up she simply adds to the chaos.
This is a different kind of confused though. This one started off as a nagging worry that's only grown worse, and she can no longer ignore what's going on no matter how much she wants to. The problem is she can't figure out what's going on.
The God at stratos acted as if she belonged in the pantheon of the gods, the hero of the sanctuary greeted her by name with such reverence, and the bard called her a goddess and talked as if she had personally wronged him. She went through the weird rift in her cleaner lady getup and she came out wearing a dress, there was a statue of her and there were several murals.
But those things weren't the problem. The problem was that it felt right. She felt as if she belonged up in stratos, among the gods and the clouds. She felt right when she walked past the statues and the murals, and when she sat in the grass or walked in the stalks of wheat she felt stronger. And she met with Sausage and she felt far too much. She felt joy and sadness and hope and so much grief and laughter and she felt at home and she felt lost and she was so, so confused but he was a new person, a new face to meet and Keralis spoke well of him and first impressions matter and so at the time she had just shoved her emotions down to deal with later and greeted him as if she didn't already know him.
It was later now, and still nothing made sense and the wheat was still making her feel right strange and she was really regretting choosing to make the crop farms and she was couldn't figure out and she was so, so very confused.
But she was tired and the farm still had to be made, so she got up from the dirt and went to work.
Hey Tumblr... I haven't seen a certain poll or anything... I'm also not getting involved at all... And I'm absolutely not here to do any sort of encouragement at all in these final struggling wet cat times.... Hey there, how's it going?
there's a bit of a language barrier there I think I just wanted a excuse to use this headcanon, but the dudes! the guys be vibin! did have another three pages planed for this, never got around to it though,,,
transcript and extras below the cut!
Xisuma/Grian: *general arguing about starting conflicts* Xisuma/Grian: *it is actualy about taxes* Cleo:,,, What are those two even arguing about? Zedaph: something about taxes? Maybe???
Cleo: What do you mean maybe? Zed, You always talk about how well you understand Galactic??
Zedaph: Hey! I can Read galactic very well, yes! ,,,spoken is, a different story however,,, Gem: yea, spoken galactic is honestly a struggle to learn,,,
Scar: what's with X trying to egg Grian into starting the another war over there Cleo:,,,Scar
Scar: hmm? Cleo: Scar, last week you said you didn't know any galactic.
Scar: oh, no no, I don't, why?
Zedaph/Gem/Cleo:,,, Scar: ,,, OH! Is that what that language is????
and here's the unused part of the script + my thumbnails! if any place deserved this part of the script, it'd be Tumblr <3
I don't think you understand the comedic value of hiring a guy to be security for your museum only to come back one day and see said guy just standing there with the entire road outside of the building destroyed and caution tape in random parts of the building. Also he tells you there's hundreds of catalysts on your property.
Hi there, I'm new! Pearl main and just general hermit craft follower. Nice to meetcha!
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