Are You Any Different?

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Check out Red, a new song I wrote about Shiny duo’s Wild Life feud. The fantastic art (seriously, this whole thing would be nothing without the art) was done by @boxofoxberry and it’s been an absolute delight seeing it come together! So excited to share it with y'all!

Lyrics under the cut!

Last night I dreamed, Dreamed of a world much like our own A world besieged, A world on fire, a world aglow And as I watched, I saw two figures, rise from the ashes Astounded, I watched as they rounded on each other I watched as one turned on the other, To save another, I watched as she died I watched the fire fade from her eyes And when I woke, I woke and saw you through the dark A world reborn, A world where we are worlds apart

Over the mountains, Over the rivers Riding beside you, Follow the whispers Over the midnights, Over the moon Are you still listening? Are they still watc hing you?

Oh when we were together, we were ride and die We were stormy weather, We were dynamite We were stuff of legends Back when we were friends But you said we can’t talk until your blood bleeds red

Do you still hate me? Will you forgive me? Do you still need me? Do you still want me? Please say you want me Say the game will never end, The score can be reset, Your heart’s still in your chest, Pull another from the deck

Ain’t no bleeding, Ain’t no fighting, Ain’t no crying, Ain’t no dying Say, until this whole thing ends, please ust say we were friends

Over the hunger, Over the pain, Riding beside you, Like nothing’s changed. Over the bridges, Over the trees, Are they still following? Can you hear me?

Oh when we were together, we were ride and die We were stormy weather, We were dynamite We were stuff of legends But stories have to end And we were reunited ’til your blood bled red

We climbed the highest mountains, Then fell the greatest height A world that turned to chaos, And rolled unlucky dice We were stuff of legends, and we will be again But you were only human, and your blood bleeds red

psycho elysium 100

Brand new deviant Docm learns a little something about Xisuma! And learns a new word while he's at it :]

Straight from False’s supporter discord! For everyone’s knowledge.

Keep in mind to not speculate! These are real people who deserve their privacy and Doc has stated that they’ll share information, but right now that’s not possible. Be polite and respectful!

With only two cases of Tall Claims Court so far in Hermitcraft Season 10, the ore snatcher or ore snatchers has been narrowed down to potential subjects between thirteen (excluding Doc) out of the 25 current hermits in Hermitcraft. We were revealed that under the oath, Cub has "strong reason to believe that the ore snatcher is in this room right now." From this statement we can narrow down the suspect or suspect(s) to Bdubs, False, Cleo, Ren, Joehills, Cub, Joel, xB, Beef, Keralis, Jevin, Mumbo and Scar.

Back in August, multiple clues were given by the supposed original Ore-Snatcher revealling that there were multiple ore-snatchers impostering to possibley enrage Doc once more. These clues being:

I return from holidays and find imposters $

Sorry GOAT... We put them back. Thank you for the fun!

Laters GOAT. I have new targets now $

All put on seperate warped wooden signs with the only distinguishable facts being their return from a break or vacation and the signiture use of "$" as the Glitcher. This results in leading theories from the community of Hermitcraft and Doc himself suspecting Cub who until December, declared himself not "the Ore-snatcher".

So this leads to now where until four days ago a new subreddit post was posted on the Hermitcraft Subreddit where majority of the commentators either speculated it was Cub, a collab between multiple hermits or a title passed between hermits either intentionally or not.

This stacks up with Cub's answer towards him answering "Are you the Ore-snatcher" referring to the singular ore-snatcher that Doc assumes is the only with the word "the" with context referring to a singular person. This can be easily denied under the oath if the Ore Snatcher was a title stated by one person.

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pt 36 thoeries and headcnonnions

https://www.reddit.com/r/HermitCraft/comments/1i0sbps/who_really_was_the_ore_snatcher/

https://www.reddit.com/r/HermitCraft/comments/1dqcic8/ore_snatcher_main_theories_and_research/

https://www.tumblr.com/elodee/771116180979302400/these-were-sprinkled-between-really-wholesome

This is actually it. Like this is the point of the show

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Doc and Xisuma despairingly endure the fallout of Etho’s violent boot up at the dawn of a new season—but only barely.

[This fic concludes the Destruction short comic series, which follows the chaos and panic that erupts after Doc and Xisuma try to get Etho back online at the start of Hermitcraft Season 9 after a very rough Season 8 finale leaves him glitched and broken. The comic is set to Joywave's Destruction, but this fic is inspired loosely by Overwerk and Jordan Macdonald’s Feedback and Bassea’s fever dreams / by your side.]

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the idea of isekai time loops is rlly good ive just decided

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Martyn jerks awake, scream caught in his throat. He wobbles terribly in his hammock, then falls to the floor, gasping for breath.

Somewhere to his left, someone barks a startled laugh. “Woah, man,” Skizz says, voice a little shaky from the scare. “You good?”

“Yeah,” Martyn breathes, then gulps in air. “Yeah,” he repeats, steadier this time. “Sorry, dude. Nightmare, I guess.”

“Oh- I woulda’ woken you up if I’d known you were having a nightmare. You seemed like you needed the rest, so I figured I’d let you sleep in.” Skizz rubs at the back of his neck. “We’re late right now, actually.”

Martyn blinks. “For what?”

“The engagement party!” Skizz says. “For Prince Bdubs and his Majesty! Etho came in earlier to grab us, but I stayed back.”

“For me.”

“For you!” Skizz grins, and Martyn raises a brow. “No, really! I wasn’t slacking, I mean it!” A beat. “…It doesn’t matter. Let’s go get ready.”

-

Suiting up in armour is second nature enough that Martyn doesn’t really have to think about it. Thank whatever deities are up there for that, because Martyn needs to think.

Because, well, he’s back to the beginning of the game again, apparently. And it means all his work has failed.

On the other hand, it’s good that he’s back, because his last memory before an option box appeared before his eyes was Ren’s dead body in his arms.

His fingers freeze on a buckle at the thought.

Can he go through it again? Can he get Ren to love him again? Can he do that?

The idea is terrifying. That Ren might not even allow him to approach, and he’ll learn that Ren has died again and he won’t be able to do anything about it and-

“Suited up, dude?”

Martyn blinks. Turns to look at Skizz.

“Oh. Yeah! Yeah, lead the way.”

Skizz gives him a strange look, but starts out the door anyway. “Come on, man, let’s find Etho.”

-

Martyn didn’t manage to work up the nerve to speak to Cleo- not after what she’d done to take the Prince’s hand. He barely restrained himself from cussing her out, or crying.

He finished talking to her and then left as quickly as he could. He managed to bump into Scar again, and he was fine- cordial.

The moment he leaves the ballroom is a moment of relief.

And then he speaks:

“Knight? Have you seen the Prince?”

Ren.

“No,” Martyn says, voice shaky. “No, apologies, Mi’lord.”

And what a strange way to speak to him, after months of him being Ren, and familiar, and- and his.

“Ah… He’s later than I thought he would be,” Ren muses. “I suppose I still can’t go into the ballroom like this.”

“Or,” Martyn says before he can stop himself. “You don’t have to go into the ballroom at all.”

Too blunt, Martyn thinks. Too much- he doesn’t know you.

“Excuse me?” Ren asks, ears flicking up in surprise.

No where to go except forward, Martyn decides.

“The prince doesn’t… love you. He has half a dozen other suitors, and it’s going to break you to try to keep him.”

“I’m not- what are you implying?”

“I’m not implying anything, mi’lord,” Martyn says, steadying himself and staring Ren right in the eyes. “I’m saying exactly what I mean. You won’t like how it goes, to keep trying to chase after him if he tries to leave you.”

“Is that a threat?”

Ren’s jaw is clenched. His hands are hidden under his cloak. He’s ready to fight.

Martyn forces himself to relax. “No,” he says, soft. “Not a threat. It’s… a warning, I guess. I’ve seen how he acts. I’ve seen how- how you act. And I really do wish for you to be happy. And I don’t think he can do that for you.”

I think I can, rests under his tongue.

Martyn is slow as he holds his hand out. Ren doesn’t seem to even notice, as he places his own hand on top.

“I recognize that this is overstepping my station but… Whatever you choose, I would be willing to stand behind you. This was my advice, but if you continue to go after him, I could- I would help you. I pledge to keep you safe.”

As safe as I can.

Ren, dead in his arms. A box that asks him if he wants to start over. Waking up at the start of it, again.

It’s habitual - he’s done this to Ren, all the time, so it’s easy. He presses his lips to the back of Ren’s hand, then pulls back. “Thank you for the audience, Ren.”

Martyn turns and opens the door back to the ballroom and leaves.

(He doesn’t realize his slip up until ten minutes later, and hopes he hasn’t fucked his chance up terribly by being too familiar with the king.)

-

Ren sucks in a slow breath, cheeks red and warm in the darkness of the halls.

He feels like he’s burning.

He thinks he could get used to it.

The kiss is hot on the back of his gloved hand, and he rubs a thumb over it, tail wagging slowly behind him.

He didn’t trust it, at first. He doesn’t know if he should, even now.

But he does. Someone who knew his name, who used his name, who cared enough to press a kiss to his hand, when everyone else would avoid touching him like he was death.

Ren considers the knight’s words.

He could have been trying to flirt himself into royalty.

… Ren isn’t sure he would stop him if he kept trying.

(How could he not fall in love with him, every single time?)

IM GOING TO LOSE MY FUCKIJG MIND HELLO?????????????

THIS IS SO COOL. THIS IS SO SO SO COOL. OHH YOU UNDERSTOOD TJE ASSIGNMENT PERFECTLY FANTASTIC PERCECT MARKS EXTRA CREDIT

ohh there’s so many fun details in this. “i don’t think he can do that for you” (i think i can) is going to make me insane. i feel insane. that last line is going to make me cry actually. ohhh man. oh this is lovely. i absolutely adore this. i am reeling also thank you so much for writing this and sending it to me

It's interesting how like each of the winners in each iteration of the Life Series can be simplified into caricatures of themselves from the PoV of us the viewers or the deities that I'm not bothered to name but is essential to the lore (cough cough). From each victor and their tragedies forms stories intertwined across participants and other seaons.

Starting with Grian, as the first victor and the organiser of sorts he is like one of isakei tropes but he doesn't get hit by a truck. He is like the playtester or control experiment to see if the games are a success or not, and considering the amount of attention the Life Series garnered during its first season, he was the successful victor pathing for the next to come.

Scott, the winner of Last Life, is the like the poster child of rebellion to the Watcher's perspective. A nuisance that challenges the boundaries of the game but also a player who is still under their influence and can be replaceable in a way. Someone who despite keeping his alliances and promises with his the other participants still wins fairly.

PearlescentMoon on the otherhand is a tragedy in Double Life. With a gimmick that's supposed to pair you with someone compatible and then being rejected by that one someone who was once your teammate would be the first blow to Pearl. But then been surrounded by others who seemingly have their soulmates figured out, it just emphasises the loneliness that you seem to carry. When you finally team again, it's more out of an obligation to survive and conquer over the others. Eventually ending in a dillema where it's only you can win but not both. So essentially Pearl's season was a tragedy of loneliness and isolation that caused by the distrust of others towards her being an omen of death and chaos.

Martyn's arc, compared to Scott was that he was stuck in history. From his time in Dogwarts with Ren influencing his playstyle and his clothing to his time back in Evo, his history just parts Martyn's storyline through Limited Life. Even as he slaughtered the others in the finale in a mindless bloodlust, it was because of his involvment with the Watchers and Listeners that caused him to become the poster-child for the Watchers. A moldable victor for their entertainment.

GTWScar in Secret Life is the misunderstood villian. An antagonisitc force because of the involvement of the Secret Keeper. A playtoy that the uppermanagement used and quickly discarded because of his involvement with Grian. An ever-hopeful force that drags Grian back onto the orbit and away from the Watchers. Yet to him, Grian is the Sun that he captivates him.

Finally Joel or Smallishbeans, he is the uncontrollable and rebellious comedian of sorts that did what Scott couldn't do. He was able to push and persist against the boundaries and didn't fall under the Watcher's influence. He was almost a complete pacifist towards others and his teammate and alliances and only then like the other victors, did he win.

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pt.39 lmao 13 more to go of thoeries and headcannions I haven't really watched scotts pov yet so most of my information is like hedacannons and stuff oof unfortunately idk what to write for real life as it kinda being short gives me barely enough information and I havent ven watched cleos pov so even bigger oof