#i am so happy SEASON OF ISKALL FOR REAL MAN.

[theminecraftbee]

man i have to say being an iskall fan this season of hermitcraft is almost overwhelming i look away from hermitcraft for two days and he has like FIVE VIDEOS. and most of those are vodskall but frankly vodskall is some of his best stuff! but the thing is that this is an INSANE problem to be having as an iskall fan. like imagine telling me from a year ago "hey you are going to be having trouble watching iskall not because of LACK of accessible content, but because you're going to have SO MUCH OF IT". i wouldn't have believed you. i would have accused you of taunting me. and yet here we are. what a world we live in man,

[ghastspidergwen]

happy self insert week!

here's a thing I wrote a while back, that was originally intended to go after this fic, but the direction of the fic changed so drastically It didn't work anymore, but please enjoy! (for context, Grian has just beat Scar in the final fight of 3rd life)

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 Grian looked up to the sky, “What now?”

< Grian was killed by ⊣⍑𝙹ᓭℸ ̣ ᓭ!¡╎↸ᒷ∷⊣∴ᒷリ>

Grian expected to wake up back on Hermitcraft, or in the weird limbo other hermits had talked about when you die in hardcore and UHCs, but this was even weirder. An infinite, white expanse, not unlike the infinity rooms from Season 6, stretched before him. Soft classical music played, and he spotted another figure sitting on the ground, wearing dark jeans, blue shoes, and a black and white hoodie with pink web designs on the arms.

“H-hello?”

“Hey,” I set my laptop on the ground next to me, and stood up, a couple inches taller than him. ∴ᔑ╎ℸ, リ𝙹, ℸ ̣ ⍑╎ᓭ ╎ᓭ ℸ ̣ ⍑╎∷↸ !¡ᒷ∷ᓭ𝙹リ ⎓𝙹ᓵ⚍ᓭᒷ↸ 𝙹リ ⊣∷╎ᔑリ, ꖌᒷᒷ!¡ ╎ℸ ̣  ᓵ𝙹リᓭ╎ᓭℸ ̣ ᒷリℸ ̣.

Grian watched as her laptop kept typing away, even though she wasn’t touching it any more.

“I wish my laptop did that in real life,” she sighed, looking at it. Her voice had a slight lisp, similar to Bdubs.

“This isn’t real life?”

“Nope, this is one part of inside my head, the rest isn’t nearly this calm.”

“So none of this is real?”

“Just because it’s happening inside my head doesn’t mean it’s not real,” she grinned, “I’m Gwen. And you’re Grian, or ̇/ᒷꖎᑑ⚍ᔑ.”

“You’re that girl I saw back in the cave!”

“That’s me, I wasn’t being as careful as I should have been with the fourth wall.”

“The fourth-nevermind, why am I here?”

“Because you won.”

“Won what?”

“3rd life.”

“How did you know that?”

“Third life: an SMP in which each player received 3 lives upon joining, the premise being that during their final life, the member becomes hostile and tries to kill other members. The players are also confined within the world border which separates them from the rest of the generated world,” Grian heard in her voice, but she didn’t move her mouth. 

“Who said that? I heard it, but not in my head like a Watcher.”

“That was me, sorry. You asked how I knew what 3rd life was, and I guess you got answered.”

“Why am I here? And don’t say because I won, I already know that.”

“Because...I’m here to pass on some information, and give you your prize.”

“What information?”

“Well,” she ran a hand through her dark hair, “I don’t exactly know. All I know is that you will know, when I break the connection.”

“Break the connection?”

“I mean, let you out of my mind. I’m always watching you. Wait, no, that sounds creepy. Uh...I am a regular viewer of your content?”

“You’re a Viewer?”

“Technically, yeah.”

“Technically?”

“I...I watch Grian, but not you, the stuff this guy makes in Minecraft.” A large photo of a man with sandy hair, glasses, and holding a brown spotted cat popped up behind her.

“Who’s that?”

“That’s you-well, it’s actually Charles and Maui, but it’s you in real life, and not in the fanfiction I’m writing.”

“Huh. Does every Hermit have someone like that?”

“Yep!”

More pictures filled the room. Mumbo with no moustache and lighter hair. Scar in a wheelchair, holding Jellie. Who he guessed the Viewers’ real life versions of Stress, False, Scar, Mumbo, and Iskall were, sitting in a semi-circle talking. A short video of Bdubs standing out in the rain, grinning. He caught snippets of phrases floating through the air.

“Greetings, cyberdogs and citizens of the interbubs! This is Ren-diggity-dog coming at ya in another Minecraft episode from the Hermitcraft server!”

“Howdy y'all! Joe Hills here recording as I always do in Nashville, Tennessee.”

“Ooh, hello, my fellow miners and crafters! GoodTimesWithScar here...”

“Hallo ladies and gentlemen, and welcome back…”

“Also, according to YouTube statistics, only a small percentage of my viewers are actually subscribed…”

“I have been ZombieCleo, this has been Hermitcraft, class dissmissed!”

“Once Stanley approached the end of the video, he hit the subscribe button.”

“How many chickens must I kill before you subscribe?”

"Hello, everyone, WelsKnight here..."

Pictures upon pictures filled the room, people he didn’t recognize, pictures of cats, builds he had never seen before, random words and incoherent ideas floating around, until they all vanished.

“Sorry,” Gwen said, “I got a little carried away with that, sometimes my brain goes faster than my...brain. That must have been really overwhelming, sorry.”

“Yeah,” Grian sat down on the floor, “So you’re telling me, I don’t exist?” He asked, looking at his hands.

“Oh, no, you do exist, I just took some aspects of you, and put them in my story. So the part of you I’m talking to exist inside my head, and the head of anyone that’s reading this. They could use this characterization as inspiration for their own story or headcannons, a writer could even write their own story based on this one.”

“Whoa.”

“Yeah. This kinda got real meta, real fast, sorry about that.”

“No, it’s-it’s fine. Is that all?”

“Well, you can’t tell anyone about this. The only reason I was able to tell you without your brain breaking was because you’re a Watcher, but yeah, that’s all. I’m gonna send you back to Hermitcraft now, your prize will be waiting on the other side. You ready?” She said, offering him a hand up.

“Ye-yeah. See you later?” Grian said as she helped him up,

“I wouldn’t count on it,” Gwen said as she sat back down, picked up her laptop, and began typing away. He peeked over her shoulder to see what she was writing.

...began typing away. He peeked over her shoulder to see what she was writing. Grian felt a strange, tingly sensation, like what dying in a normal survival world should feel like, before he vanished in a  flash of light, making the blank room even brighter.

Grian felt a strange, tingly sensation, like what dying in a normal survival world should feel like, before he vanished in a flash of light, making the blank room even brighter.

“∴ᒷꖎꖎ, ℸ ̣ ⍑ᔑℸ ̣ ᓭ ↸𝙹リᒷ,” I said, turning back to the blank walls, watching them shatter and letting the cacophony surround me. “リ𝙹∴ ╎ リᒷᒷ↸ ℸ ̣ 𝙹 ᔑᓵℸ ̣ ⚍ᔑꖎꖎ|| ∴∷╎ℸ ̣ ᒷ ℸ ̣ ⍑╎ᓭ ᓭℸ ̣ 𝙹∷||.”