#TTSB

[goth-apoca-lips]

| Meet the Band ! From To the Stars & Back | 🖤 |

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[the-writing-mobster]

From all of your fanfics and maybe even original works, who was the most difficult character to write?

Thank you for the ask, dear heart! Hmmm, most difficult character to write? ... Out of alllll my works? Even the original stuff?

I CAN FINALLY TALK ABOUT MY BOOK!!!

Usually I don't have any issues writing character. I can just click into their headspace and take off. Even with the really evil characters..

Except...

Vincent fucking Gallagher

THIS GUY is probably the hardest character I've ever had to pin down. I've had to go through like 3 drafts of the exact same chapter just trying to get him right.

So what's his deal? He has a crippling fear of vulnerability (man moment). So I'm trying to do this thing where even the audience is kept at an arm's length. But I'm also trying not to make him too broody. He still has to be likeable. We still have to root for him (I mean, he's the love interest, of course we have to root for him) So it's like walking this delicate balance of characterization to get him just right and BOY is he kind of pissing me off!

But it's okay! I finally wrangled him in! Now I've synced with him, and all is well! See? He's cooperating now!

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[mooblesandsoups]

May I please have snowbugs or just Scott if you would rather just draw a single person. :)

Just a little kiss :3

I love drawing these two I love their designs lol

@tangotekshipbracket

[p3rs3pho0n3]

Tue 17 Jun 25 18:34

Long and vivid dreams today... they started with a dream that I was in P*ttsb*rgh, driving down and then walking back up through a road I'd once known. Much of it was under construction, and though old, and somewhat poor, the age of its construction seemed to protect it against intrusion from the nastier molds, I thought. At one point I walked through back to front in a store where I was a little fancier than the others, but it was a fancy shop for women, just country fancy, and I was a little more city fancy. I tried to be polite and not attract to much attention. Their dresses were pretty but I wasn't sure they would really look good on me. I walked out the front, where next to the door was a sort of ice cream vending machine, of the sort I keep seeing in dreams, like the H*m* D*p*t dream. I walked out and realized my signal didn't work at all, except I did have on bar or a few bars temporarily as I walked to find signal to call my friends and warn them. I didn't hear back but I kept walking to get home.

Later I found myself in a car with my mother - not my real mother - like a golden minivan. She was driving, and as she pulled into the driveway of our suburban house near the city she saw that there was someone inside, and guessed that it was CPS. She drove the car left off into the grass, behind a bush, and then decided to go up a hill, until it was too difficult to do so in the grass and would be a bit of a distance to walk, so we just hid behind some bushes and decided to leave all our things there - the kid's things, my brothers and sisters, that we didn't want them to take away. We walked toward the door. It was a cloudy dusk when we first arrived, with a light on in one or two windows of the house, and now it was getting dark, and cloudy. Out of the house came instead our grandpa, with a square head and grey hair. It wasn't CPS. We breathed a sigh of relief if not got exasperated at the stress.

Somewhere in this my older sister came out, like F**n* from Sh*m*l*ss. Something was wrong with her, like she'd just gotten raped or something, or something bad had happened, and I carried her clothes or perhaps some of mine plus a small black leather cross strap bag, and wore a leather jacket. We were kind of poor, and I took her down the hill to a convenience store, where she stood looking upset and wet and disheveled with mascara running down her face, at the cash register waiting for her hot dog - a weird sort of one, half, or without the bun, or without the sausage and pizza slice to be cooked. I scrambled to hold her things and pay, and the lady cashier in the green and black uniform looked at us with minor alarm and judgment. We finally got our things and started to head back, her still upset and walking in front of me. We walked up the hill of the city streets through the navy night lit by orange street lamps, and then left toward the house. When we got in we went to the top floor and she sat there with our many younger siblings in the big attic den room. I felt unwelcome and as if I'd failed her someone, so I walked off to go to the bathroom and clean myself up. I found the toilet seat to be distorted in its plastic and covered in piss, which was hard to clean up because of the plastic. I thought to go to another bathroom instead but almost felt lazy too, even though it was the next room over, in the same corner. I didn't want the others to know and feel insulted. There was one room that looked like it should have been a bathroom, tiled white and all, had the toilet tank even I think, and yet the toilet bowl wasn't there. I walked out of the bathrooms and saw the siblings and apparently some friends, all getting out various instruments happily and getting ready to play. It was a good atmosphere.

Next I was in a totally different setting, on some sort of bus or train, at night, perhaps going to prom - it was a high school reunion. We were headed from somewhere back to high school, it was a long journey, and I was with J*nny, who was being affectionate, perhaps too much. I don't think I really wanted him there although I reluctantly dealt with it. There was another man seated with us, or with a friend, perhaps K*r*n or V* as one tried to eat their pizza or hot dog, who was being a menace - psychopathic, or rapey, or something. As we got off the bus, at night, in the dark, we walked down the halls of the school on the first floor, toward R*s*m*ry's room, or one in that hallway. With *m*ly walking behind me, I turned and enlisted her in what I was about to do. With her behind me, and him between us perhaps, we trapped the man, tall with a sort of dark bowl cut, elbowed him. He fell to the ground and we left him there. We walked into the classroom and sat at desks and had a pizza party or something, while listening to a lesson given at the front of the classroom. Outside the windows were still dark. Arriving a bit later than the others, they filled in the seats before I could, and I sat awkwardly in a beige desk at the back of one of the rows, a bit on the edge of my friends but as close as I could get, including N*c*l*, and the others looked at me as if I was doing something out of the ordinary, being a bit audacious to sit where I was. People like R*bb** and G*bby from the team were there, but I don't remember much else. At some point, in this sequence, maybe now, in the daylight with the lights off and only the light from outside streaming into the classroom, R* Kh*nn* was coming. I, in my black leather jacket, was excited to go ask him some pointed questions, about why, if he's so progressive, he doesn't act as progressive in his capacity as a lawmaker as he talks. The classroom was crowded, and some of the others warned me not to do it, but I did it anyway, making my way into the crowd from the quarter-open room divider in the back. Though I was warned he took my questions gracefully.

At some other point I believe C*c* was in the dream, and someone else, and there was a box of pizza at the front of the classroom that we walked up to get. We were on some sort of mission.

[smile-files]

song time with melon again!

remember that old janky song lmao? i was planning on making a whole album of edgy magic school bus-themed songs... screw that...

i mean i’ve written more songs since then (and since i’ve gotten my godsend of a ukulele), but they were about other things.

anywho, i hope you like my new recording!! i pitched up the song and added ukulele, and i think it sounds pretty rad. :)

[triple-a-enderdragon]

*hands you this and runs away*

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It was warm. A bit too warm, and humid as well. The feeling of wet sandpaper on his cheek and a twittering in his ear.

As Ren opened his eyes, he was greeted by the big green eyes of the ocelot, who was currently licking his face. Startled by the movement, the small cat retreated back a bit before settling down to watch. As he sat up, Ren saw his new bird friend on the shoulder of a woman—or at least he thought she was a woman, for she glowed a vibrant green. There was something strikingly familiar about her, he just couldn't put his finger on it.

Oh good, she said, you're finally awake.

"Do I know you from somewhere? Because it certainly feels like I do."

 Yes! Although you may not know that you know; if that makes any sense.

"No, that doesn't really." Ren stopped, then said, "Wait, you aren't an Element, are you?"

A good observation! Or was it a lucky guess? the woman asked.

"Well, with all the things going on recently," he said, "It wasn't that hard."

The woman sighed, absent-mindedly stroking the ocelot. Ah, yes. The goings-on. My siblings haven't behaved very well. After the near-annihilation of one of your friends, we decided to step in and guide you hermits. Annoyed, she said, Frankly I thought we should have done that months ago, but I was overruled.

"Wait, one of my friends was almost annihilated? When did that happen?" The bird twittered, adding her own concern to Ren's question.

 I don't believe that is why we're here. I am Life, and I have chosen you as my avatar.

Ren was glad he was still sitting; after seeing the experiences of the other avatars, he wasn't too enthusiastic about being one himself. Life must have noticed his subdued reaction, because her next words were ones of reassurance.

I am aware that your experience and knowledge about this whole thing isn't the most positive, but you must know that is not the norm. We Elements need to build positive relations with you hermits, both for your sake and our own. The ocelot leapt from her lap and started to explore. Life watched him for a bit before turning back to Ren. You and I are connected. If anything were to happen to either of us, the other would feel it as well.

"That sounds...ominous."

It may seem so, but it ensures we work together. Life stood up and held out a hand.  Are you ready for that walk?

After a moment, Ren took her offered hand. "Now that I've had a moment to chill, I think I am."

 Good. I have something to show you.

"I just hope it isn't something too—" Ren didn't get to finish, he was too busy processing the scenery change. One moment they were were walking through the jungle, the next they were floating above the Iron Titan. Life gave him a few moments before bringing him to the next location; the inner workings of a slime farm. And so it went. She would bring him to different locations around the world; a villager breeder here, a wool farm there. Even his own tree farm.

Ren realized Life was showing him how he and his friends interacted not only with the animals, but with life on the world in general. Almost as soon as he made that connection, they returned to the jungle. The bird was waiting for them and didn't waste time lighting on his shoulder. The ocelot was nowhere to be found.

Watching you all come up with different and interesting ways to interact with my domain is always entertaining, Life said. Her wistful expression turned solemn. But there is a rumbling in the forests, a murmur in the seas, a whisper on the winds. Living things all over grow restless, and I am not capable of addressing their worries on my own.

"I'm guessing this is where I come in?" Ren asked, stroking the bird on his shoulder.

Very good! I promise it won't be difficult, just concerns the living have. Things important to them, even if they don't seem so to you. Life turned to Ren before continuing. If anything they find is concerning to you as well, then I ask you to tell me. The bigger worries, we would need to tackle together.

"Ok, I think I can do that." Ren sounded more confident than he felt.

 There is one more thing I should tell you about...

When Ren said he was off to find a jungle, no one questioned it. When he failed to return after several hours, a few hermits became concerned. When he failed to answer his coms, that's when Xisuma asked Iskall to look for him.

Iskall, having just finished recovering from his and Python's Nether escapade, just gave him a look before flying off. It wasn't that Iskall didn't want to look for Ren; it was more the location. Warm and humid was worse than hot and dry in his book.

So here he was, making his way through the jungle Ren had gone to, slipping into his diamond sense every once and a while. At least the search wasn't deathly boring; Diamond poked his voice into Iskall's head every so often to "keep him company". It wasn't the best company, but the Element was trying.

A flash of yellow caught Iskall's attention before he realized it was an ocelot. He'd seen three others during his search and they had all, predictably, run away. But—

There it was again!

It was staring at him with an unnerving intensity. It turned, as if to flee, but then stopped and looked back.

 I think it wants you to follow.

Iskall started as Diamond's voice broke the silence of the jungle.

"Dude! Don't do that! You scared the life out of me!" Iskall leaned against a tree, calming his beating heart.

 Apologies! I keep forgetting how weird this all is.

The ocelot, momentarily startled, was still watching him. Its body language was so blatant, Iskall had to agree with Diamond; the ocelot wanted him to follow. So he sighed, and did just that.

The ocelot led Iskall through a flower forest, two plains, and a savannah. They were in the midst of a roofed forest when he started to get the feeling the jungle cat wasn't really leading him anywhere. It was a massive roofed forest, larger than any he remembered seeing. Deeper and deeper the ocelot ran, yellow fur starkly out of place. Further and further Iskall followed the cat—

Until it stopped, hissed, and vanished up a tree.

Now thoroughly frustrated and confused, Iskall just wanted to go home. He checked his comms; maybe Ren had made his way back already.

Nope. Nothing.

Confusion turning into concern, he checked his coordinates. The numbers were flickering. Iskall sighed. He'd experienced this before; go too far in one direction, things started to get a little weird. Still, the ocelot had led him in a straight line; it would be trivial to retrace his steps.

First, he had to make a shelter. The sun was setting fast and mobs would start finding him. Scanning the depths of the forest, Iskall froze.

Sniffing at the ground, fifty feet away, was a massive brown wolf.

At the same time he saw the wolf, the wolf saw him.

Ears pricked, it started bounding towards him only to be stopped in its tracks by a glittering diamond glave. Tail between its legs, it took a few steps back.

Iskall knew he shouldn't try to fight something of this size, but something was keeping his feet nailed to the ground.

Breaking the impasse, the wolf made a few tentative bows, tail wagging high; a behavior Iskall actually recognized from whenever Hercules tried to get him or Venus to play. Iskall carefully lowered his glave. Was this wolf really trying to get him to play with it?

Ever so carefully, the wolf started to edge closer and closer, enough so Iskall could see it was easily the size of a horse. And this horse-sized wolf was now butting his shoulder.

As Iskall reached up to touch its muzzle, he breathed, "What are you?"

At this, the wolf pricked its ears and turned away to sniff at the ground. Iskall watched in disbelief as it grabbed a large stick in its jaws and began to carve into the ground. The lines were shakey, but soon an R became apparent. After four quick strikes for an E, he started to get a suspicion about what the wolf was getting at. A few more strikes and his suspicions were confirmed.

Iskall was now thoroughly fascinated. "Ren?"

The wolf dropped the stick and bounded around in circles, something Venus and Hercules did when they were indescribably happy. Then it– no, he came up and bumped his nose into Iskall's shoulder again, staring into his eye. Asking a question.

"Yeah yeah," Iskall said, gently pushing Ren's muzzle away. "Let's go home."

Neither noticed a passenger nestled happily in Ren's fur as she ruffled her feathers and went to sleep.

[iamfitzwilliamdarcy]

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HOCKEY FIC PART DOS (Tim has dragged everyone away from the box seats and down to the glass for warmups)

“Don’t greet the traitors,” Tim told Damian haughtily, even as Conner shot him finger guns from the Metropolis side and a confused Gotham player nodded back at him.

[sushisushisushiii]

Housemates ♥️ #ttsb 😂😂😂 https://www.instagram.com/p/Br-tfH5FMSd/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1vapxj2buxidw

[kaleighfratkins]

I'm still in a bit of a mood after the contract stuff so real quick could you pls roast Mitch (bitch) Marner?

was gonna make a joke about how he proves that canadian men’s hockey players need daddy issues to be truly elite but he’s not even the best example of that

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| *ੈ✩‧₊˚ To the Stars & Back *ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Chapter 7 Excerpt | 🤍 ~ 🦢 |

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It was five in the morning when her bedroom door creaked open. Felicity’s breath hitched. She went limp, bleary eyes fluttering shut. Her heart beat loud in her ears. 

Through the netting of her canopy, Christina stood, silhouetted by the dawn. 

All thought ceased. Her bitterness evaporated. It was only them. The rhythm of their breath, just out of sync. And when the foot of her bed groaned quietly beneath this… stranger’s weight, Felicity was ashamed at how fast her love rushed back. How it spilled into her bitter heart. Poured down into her stomach until she felt nauseous. 

Her leg tickled with the sensation of Christina’s timid fingers tracing circles into her skin. She ached. 

Please stay. 

Felicity wanted to reach out. To entangle her fingers in her mother’s grasp. But she was frozen. She was caught in the meadow with a deer she didn’t want to spook. 

This moment didn’t last. 

Her bed creaked. Cold air replaced the warmth her mother left behind. Her door clicked closed once again, and once again… Felicity was alone. 

Alone. 

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[chadlesbianjasontodd]

i leave for TWO seconds and pens rpf blogs are telling us ‘womens hockey is too white thats why i only watch mens hockey’ and theyre 100% serious

like YEAH womens hockey is too white

and so is...............mens hockey

[mooblesandsoups]

Hellooooo! Can I maybe get a tangotek?! :D

Tango of the Tek variety for you!!

He's very silly

@tangotekshipbracket

[ikapon]

Los cristales de tiempo, Google y el movimiento perpetuo

Los cristales de tiempo, Google y el movimiento perpetuo

La idea de un cristal de tiempo fue propuesta por primera vez en 2012 por el premio Nobel y profesor del MIT Frank Wilczek. Un cristal de tiempo o cristal de espacio tiempo es un sistema abierto no equilibrado con su entorno que exhibe la simetría de traslación de tiempo rota (TTSB). Es posible que un cristal de tiempo esté en equilibrio con su entorno. Los cristales de tiempo extienden la…

[smile-files]

okay okay the whole idea of an ‘angsty vent projection magic school bus fanfic about arnold going through middle school’ is probably the cringiest thing i’ve ever done, but hey!

cringe culture got brutally murdered ages ago, so i guess i can do what i want.

this is only the second fanfiction i have every written, but this time i’m going all in - i’m having character development. angst. hours of research. angst. emotional beats. angst!

‘the tragic school bus’ is a chapter fic, and besides the intro thing i’ve only done 2 chapters so far. i hope you like them! i’ve put a great deal of work into making genuine science lessons for them.

please give it a read when you have the chance! thank you, and have a great day!! :)

(i’d also appreciate reblogs for this to get the word out maybe? if you wouldn’t mind, anyway)

[triple-a-enderdragon]

Meet the Locals!

Hermits, in this AU, come in three different flavors; avatars, those who were given magic, and those who have magic of their own. 

Avatars: Hermits who have had the (mis)fortune of being chosen by an Element, beings who represent different aspects of the world (more on these guys later). Avatars can channel the power of their Element and have certain related abilities. This is elaborated in each individual avatar’s infodump.

Given: Hermits who have obtained magic via other superpowered beings other than the Elements. Their powers and abilities vary greatly.

Personally Obtained: Hermits who were either born with their magic or obtained it without the intervention of any superpowered being. Again, their powers and abilities vary greatly.

Hermits! In (kinda) alphabetical order!

Bdubs: Flavor 3; can manipulate space and distance, but in small areas. He can make these changes “permanent”, most prominently in his builds; or temporary. He mainly uses it as a way to travel more quickly and safely between locations. The larger the area, the longer the time held, and the more dramatic the change, the faster he tires out. However, the small area of his builds and the subtlety of the magic used makes these permanently sustainable.

Biffa: Secret flavor 4; but he’s the only one. He has no “real” magic, but his stubbornness to not die is magical on its own. Biffa originally came from an...interesting world. It was a hardcore world, meaning perma-death. This world had a gladiator-style arena that he never left (until he left that world). He was thrown into fights constantly, which led to the almost total (violent) removal and replacement of his fleshy bits. He is about 90% cybernetic and can become a bloodthirsty little monster. That’s why he’s on the Strike Team! Known as the Berserker, he is the frontal assault in most confrontations, drawing the attention away from the flankers, Iskall and Python. His fighting style may seem random and haphazard, but it is well structured and takes full advantage of his metal body. As an ST member, he has special weapons, two axes and a greatsword.

Cub: Flavor 2; Bestowed with Vex magic alongside Scar and is an OP. Cub, besides having handy mechanic-exploiting knowledge, has some control over the elusive magic of the Vexes. He knows not of the true nature of how he and Scar came about it. Cub’s speciality is utility magic and he mostly uses it to test the limits of the world around him. Because the magic can be volatile, he (and Scar) must use a focus or risk great damage to himself. Cub’s focus is a fairly small sphere of translucent quartz that, over time, has grown small cracks of a suspiciously light blue material.

Docm: Flavor 1; Avatar of Redstone, whether she knows it or not. Frankly, whether he knows it or not, either. ~Once upon a time~, Doc was a regular researcher, doing regular researcher things. Until one day. An explosion rips through the facility, fusing several things together. Two of those things being Doc and a creeper. Also, he lost some body bits as well. This explosion drew the attention of Redstone (an Element!), who had been watching him closer than she normally would (read: at all), took pity on him and replaced his lost body bits with some snazzy redstone bits. Needless to say she didn’t expect that would make him her avatar. She then went back to minding her own business. Or, at least, trying to. Something about Doc is just...captivating. Can’t be this avatar business. Oh no. ANYWAY. Doc can manipulate redstone. Fun! He can also feel the circuits and how they work, allowing him to make incredibly accurate diagnoses of other hermits’ redstone circuits. He also has a weird and exceptional way with a channeling trident...

Evil Xisuma: Flavor 1; Avatar of Void, kind of an accident. EX came into being when Void made a very bad mistake. Void saw all these Elements with their avatars and decided they wanted one. (bad reason, but oh well.) Xisuma just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. It would have gone smoothly (if X consented. He probably would have), but someone else didn’t. The world guardian smacked Void back into their place, but not before they took a bit of X with them. The piece of X’s soul that Void stole became EX, kind of an avatar, kinda not. EX lives in the void of the End, between the death layer and Oblivion. He catches (and sometimes collects) whatever falls in. If hermits ask nicely, then he may return some items they have lost, but he rarely does this as most of their things aren’t collection-worthy. His favorite collection is of souls, those that somehow ended up below the death layer.

False: Flavor 3; Has powers over enchantments. False is the champ of PVP; the only other hermits that can hold their own against her is Iskall and Biffa. Her preferred weapon is the bow, in which she is unparalleled. Some time ago, between world 4 and 5, she (and Iskall) were pulled to The UHC to compete. False won (no surprise), but she was forced to stay behind to watch Iskall fight through (and win) the next round. During the upset of his “win”, she slipped away to the 5th world. False hasn’t told him what she saw in that 2nd UHC. Switching gears, False is Commander of the Strike Team, and so that is her alias. While very capable at PVP, she is the only member who can strategize on the fly; such that she takes her super special bow to high ground and controls the field as a chessboard. If things get really dire, she can supercharge the enchantments of one (or all) of the boys and essentially make them unstoppable for a short period of time. She cannot do this for very long and is completely vulnerable the entire time. That’s why Wels is there!

GTWScar: Flavor 2; Bestowed with Vex magic alongside Cub. Scar is the one to bring Vex magic down on him and Cub. He knows it is not a gift, but a pact. In order to gain the protection of the Vex, he had to essentially pledge himself to them. His relation to them is very Avatar-like in nature. Most of the time he can do his own thing, but occasionally the Vex will guide him to do something, as stated in the pact. Where Cub has the less intrusive utility magic, Scar has the more intense evocation magic. 

Grian: Flavor 1; Avatar of Air. Has wings! Now, I know what you’re thinking. ~Evo~, right? Well, I grant you but a taste and nothing else. Grian lived in Evo for a while, went through all that, became a baby watcher and everything, then vanished. A certain something has found the crown jewel to its collection. A trade, it proposed. You can come and join me. No unnecessary restrictions will be upon you. No benchmarks. No goals, other than your own. In return, you will be a blank slate. I will not tolerate a being tainted by Them. I guess it was a bit taken aback by how enthusiastically Grian agreed. He remembers nothing of Evo (except that something happened), or of the deal. He is the brand new avatar of Air, as he had shown exceptional flying skills and no fear of heights. Without the need for rockets to stay airborne and an inherently curious personality, Grian has very quickly become the air equivalent to Iskall’s ground scouting. 

iJevin: Flavor 3; Has various slimy powers. Slime has alchemical properties. Jevin is a slime. Full stop. Okay, not full stop. But he is a slime, just a really weird, blue, potentially one-of-a-kind one. He wasn’t created in a lab, but he was found and dumped in one to “be studied”. Unfortunately for the researchers, Jevin was also very sentient. And sentient slimes don’t like to be “researched”. So he left. He managed to (very poorly) disguise himself as human and waltz out the door. Whilst exploring worlds, he discovered some very interesting properties of his slime. When used in potion-making, it can enhance the properties of the potions significantly. To the annoyance of the other hermits, he prefers to make poisons and other negative-effect potions. They have to coerce him to make more beneficial ones. The other hermits don’t know their drinking Jevin-juice. Shh, don’t tell them.

Impulse: Flavor 2 & 3; Is an OP and has mob wrangling powers. More useful than it sounds. Impulse seems to just have a way with mobs. Unlike Ren or Cleo, he can’t control or talk to them; which makes this even more mysterious. Mobs just...behave differently around him. There’s a reason he always has a trading hall within days of getting to a new world.

Iskall: Flavor 1; Avatar of Diamond. A bit unhappy about it. (jus’ a bit). Iskall’s early days hail from hardcore worlds, where he had to hone his PVP and tracking skills to survive. Between worlds 4 and 5, he (along with False) were pulled into The UHC. He and False had two very different experiences. Long story short, in a battle against another skilled PVPer, Iskall lost his left eye. Upon winning, he became MIA for several hours before following a trail, left by False, to the hermits’ fifth world, now sporting a shiny new eye. This shiny new eye gives him control over all things diamond. If it’s gear he made, full control. If it’s gear someone else made, partial control. He can detect other people if they’re wearing diamond gear. He can also detect diamond ore in a 5 chunk radius around himself, 16 if he’s concentrating. All these cool abilities come with a downside; if his eye is removed, he will not survive long without it. Iskall is a member of the Strike team, dubbed the Hunter, due to his unmatched tracking skills. Along with Python, he is a flanker. Iskall’s preferred weapon is the glave, because polearms are awesome. Also, how can he thrive in such cold biomes? This man’s a walking furnace I tell ya. The downside is that he can’t stay in the Nether too long or he’ll start to overheat.

Joe: Flavor 3; Can cast Suggestion at will and always succeeds. Basically, Joe can subtly influence peoples’ emotions, always in the interest of safety and diplomacy. Okay, that’s not entirely true; he also does it to confuse and befuddle. He’s very good at that. Another thing he’s good at is healing. Joe is the resident medic. While other hermits, (Iskall and Wels), have rudimentary medical knowledge, it’s mostly field dressing. Joe has a more extensive knowledge of long-term treatments. He is the one wrangling Jevin to produce beneficial potions.

Keralis: Flavor 3; Hypnosis. Look into my eyes. Nothing but my eyes. Keralis can captivate one person at a time with his gaze, but once captured, he cannot look away without breaking his hold.

Mumbo: Flavor 3; Can alter reality, but doesn’t know it. Whatever he believes will happen (or not), will happen. Mumbo may possibly be the most powerful hermit; he can unknowingly alter the outcome of whatever he’s thinking about just by believing in his new reality. The catch? He can’t do it at will. Thus, he can never know about it. The only person who knows about it is Xisuma, and only after some intense investigation over several worlds. Aside from that Mumbo is well-versed in redstone, and is better at it than he thinks. His problem? What he thinks becomes reality.

Python: Flavor 3; If he doesn’t want to be seen, he won’t. No matter what. Not invisibility, I swear. Camouflage!! Python was apart of someone’s attempt to make attack creepers; an unsuccessful venture. You’d think he’d be more chameleon or something with how well he can blend in with his surroundings, but no. Python is a member of the Strike Team. While he’s not as good as Iskall at tracking, Python is (predictably) better in the stealth department, earning him the alias Assassin. He moves much like a viper, striking with his twin daggers before his target has time to react. He works exceedingly well with his fellow flanker, Iskall, to take down all sorts of enemies.

Ren: Flavor 1; Avatar of Life. Can speak with animals and can turn into a massive grey wolf. ‘S pretty cool. Ren came to be an avatar out of desperation, and Life was the only one who could help him. It’s not quite what he expected, but it’s pretty cool all the same. He can communicate with animals and can even, at the right moment, become one. His favorite shape to take it that of a grey wolf. 

Stress: Flavor 1 & 3; Lucky girl! Or is she? Avatar of Water and a certain magenta surprise later on. Stress became Water’s avatar almost as a second thought. There’s a reason she’s known as the Ice Queen and not the Water Queen; Water neglected to give Stress full access to her powers, as the Element is much like Redstone; keeping to herself. Not that this hinders Stress in anyway, she is still a force to be reckoned with. She doesn’t feel the cold and experiences no ill effects from prolonged exposure.

Tango: Flavor 1; Avatar of Fire. He ain’t too happy about it either. Tango became and avatar in a similar fashion to Ren, except he turned down Fire’s proposition, saying he’d rather die. To which Fire replied, “You are in the Nether. You die here, you are mine irregardless.” Needless to say Tango’s still a bit salty about that whole ordeal. At least he can spend more time in his favorite dimension, the Nether! Impulse and Zedaph often find him taking a dip in lava or sleeping in a bed of his own flames. On the heat scale, if Iskall is a furnace, then Tango is a miniature sun.

TFC: Flavor 1; Avatar of Earth; but at this point, they’ve pretty much become one. Tfc is the wrangler of the other Elements as Earth is the oldest one around. At this point TFC and Earth have bonded to the point where they are almost indistinguishable from each other. Of course, hermits can still tell if it’s TFC or Earth talking. Usually it’s TFC; Earth only comes out when absolutely necessary. Since they are bonded together so completely, TFC can bring out the pure, raw power that Earth has to offer, something that no other avatar can claim.

Wels: Flavor 2; Made a pact with an entity eons ago. He can never be defeated as long as he is protecting someone. Well, not so much a pact as a promise. Wels gave his word to this entity that he would always protect those who need it most, and in return the entity’s power would shield him from death for as long as he protects someone. Even with this protection, he has to be careful; once the conditions have passed, he will succumb to any fatal wounds he sustained over the fight. To counter this, Wels has gotten incredibly skilled at defensive battle. He may not be an attacker like the rest of the Strike Team, but his sword and board tactics have come in handy more times than one can count, earning him the alias Bastion. False owes him her life several times, when he protected her as she unleashed her magic.

Xisuma: Flavor 2; Admin! Admin powers are granted as host of each world’s resident guardian. Xisuma handles all of the behind the scenes, keeping an eye out for anomalies, sending Iskall to investigate “visitors”, generally making sure everything is running as smoothly as possible. A while ago, X had a runin with Void. Long story short, EX came into existence and left X missing a piece of himself. Because of this, he often finds himself forgetting simple things, like conversations or bits of projects. He has also had to enhance his helmet to help his breathing, as he now finds the overworld and Nether atmospheres to be too oppressive.

Zedaph: Flavor 3; No magic can affect him. That’s it. Even Mumbos’ reality-changing ability can’t touch him. Zed is the much-needed keystone in the midst of all the magic running around this world. Even he doesn’t know the full extent of his magic-negating ability, except that it hasn’t truly been tested yet.

ZCleo: Flavor 3; Due to a glitch years ago, Cleo is now a zombie. She can talk sense into undead mobs. Cleo was once a normal person. Well, as normal as she gets. What I���m saying is she wasn’t a zombie yet. But a glitch happened years ago at the exact moment when she (and other people in different worlds) died and respawned, trapping her between life and undeath. She took this very well, immediately trolling any hermit she could find. Cleo has expressed a preference to being undead, as the only mobs she has to worry about now are creepers and spiders. Occasionally a limb will fall off, but she takes it in stride.

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