#secret life ep 3

[cjskribblez]

Heart Foundation ❤️❤️❤️

[kazehita]

fairground joel

[rusty-courage]

rip joel

[calciumyum]

This one scene from Martyn's newest Pirates episode was so funny hehe I just watched it yesterday and finally found the time to doodle this o/

[aquaquadrant]

Title: flickering

Warnings: Hearing voices similar to intrusive thoughts (the voices are from sentient fire, not from the character’s own mind), pyromania, session 3 spoilers

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Tango might be hearing things.

That is, beyond what the rest of his friends have already been joking about this entire session. The secret task bestowed upon him seemed like pure hilarity at first: pretend to have an imaginary friend. And he had to go all out, too, having imaginary conversations in the presence of other people. He wasn’t confident enough in his improv skills to pull it off without some kind of prop, though, so he’d assigned the role of imaginary friend to a torch in his inventory.

Torchy, a new best friend for the resident blaze hybrid on the server. Hilarious.

Except, as the hours went on… carrying Torchy around and randomly placing it down… hosting one-sided conversations with a piece of burning wood while his friends watched on with baffled amusement… it started to get a little less hilarious. Because he started to imagine that he could actually hear Torchy talking back to him.

Looks bad. Burn it. Kill him.

Just pleasant little things like that. It made for great conversation fodder; nothing turned heads on this server faster than a randomly overheard, “No, no, we can’t kill him!” And it was funny to carry on that kind of dialogue, chastising a flaming stick for its apparent bloodlust. The looks on his friends’ faces were priceless.

But at the end of the session, after Tango had been found out and failed his task, after everyone bid their farewells and went their separate ways to end the session… he hears it again; a flickering whisper of a voice in his ears.

Burn it.

It startles Tango so badly, his blaze rods ignite. “Aaagh- who? What?!” He spins around, flames spitting.

“Huh?” Skizz pokes his head up from behind their little clump of chests, his wing flared out in surprise. “What happened?”

Tango clutches his pounding heart. “Did you- did you say something, Skizz?” he asks breathlessly.

“What, just now? No?” Skizz frowns, then his eyes widen. “Oh, wait, I get it…” He chuckles. “Very funny dude, but uh, you can drop the ‘imaginary friend’ thing now.”

Burn him. Kill him.

There it is again. “No, I’m not…” Tango hesitates, glancing around warily. “You seriously can’t hear that?”

Join us. Burn it. Eat it all.

Now Skizz looks a little concerned, rising to his feet. “Uh- no? What?” He takes a few steps towards Tango, holding out a hand. “You okay, buddy?”

Tango rakes his claws through his hair. “Th- the whispering, the…” Swallowing, he creeps a bit closer to Skizz- and as he does so, he happens to move closer to a random torch. The voice gets louder.

Free us. Join us. Let it all burn.

There’s a chunk of solid ice in Tango’s stomach. “I think it’s coming from the torches,” he whispers.

Skizz stares at him for a moment before he sighs bemusedly, shaking his head. “Oh, brother. You’ve been talking to yourself all session, dude, I think you’re starting to hear things.” He claps a hand on Tango’s shoulder. “Get some rest, buddy, and I’ll see you back here next week, alright?”

Skizz doesn’t hear it. Tango makes himself laugh. “Right, yeah. You’re right. See ya.”

With a parting smile, Skizz logs off.

Tango waits. Soon enough, the voice returns. The whispering is now a chant, a dull roar echoing in his skull.

He’s gone. Burn it. Burn it all. Sets us free, let us spread. Join us. Burn it. Eat it all.

Tango’s heart is in his throat. He can see it, in his mind’s eye; the soft pink cherry blossoms engulfed in flame, a ring of smoke outlining the entire island… his inner fire thrums with want, with need.

Yes, yes, burn it all…

The smell of burning snaps him out of his trance. His clawed fingertips are pinching a cherry blossom from a low-hanging branch, a trail of smoke rising between them. Wait, when did he walk over to the tree? Quickly plucking the flower, he incinerates it in his clenched fist, the flame extinguished as soon as it’d ignited.

And now he’s got a handful of ash. Great.

Okay, that’s it- he’s gotta get off this crazy server. It’s all these stupid tasks! They’re totally messing with his head. The secrecy, the deception, the mind games- he just needs a break. He needs to go back to something familiar, some place where things make sense.

Tapping his communicator, he brings up a portal.

Tango steps through it into Hermitcraft, into blue flames and his dungeon master’s robes. He blinks, acclimating to the change of light. He’s in the underbelly of Decked Out 2, of course- most of his time this week has been spent working on the redstone for level four. And over the months, he’s taken care to light everything up (because a single creeper in the skadoodler could derail his entire operation here) so there are torches everywhere…

And he hears nothing.

Just the idle sounds of the dungeon above him. The occasional warden sniff or ravager growl, bats squeaking in the dark. A slime slapping against stone somewhere in the distance. He can even hear the ambient flickering of the countless torches around him, but no freaky voices accompany it.

Tango exhales heavily. It was just the Secret Life server messing with his head, after all. Relieved, he ignites a rocket to take off, whirling through the air in the tight hair-pin turns required to escape from the dungeon’s inner workings. He swoops into his storage room and dives into the bubble-vator, arriving swiftly back in the citadel.

Hopping off the platform and into the air, Tango glides toward his private entrance to the lobby. He needs to go cover up the barrel at the start so he can make a couple changes to the dungeon. Nothing major, maybe just an extra warden or two. Ideas for names are already flashing through his mind. Debating whether to go intimidating or silly, he’s so deep in thought as he passes through the lobby that he almost doesn’t notice it at first. But as he walks past the soul flames, he hears it.

The flicker of a familiar voice- though more haunting, now, almost mournful- whispering in his ears.

Join us. Burn them. Eat them all.

~*~

[stiffyck]

Hes got an anvil. Holding it gently.

[dailypearldoodles]

Hello there can I have a Gem and Pearl red duo for my soul?

Day 554

Girls night!

[multishipper33]

I’d recommend voting for LL, 3L, or LiL. Those three have enough ✨theatrics✨ to qualify for a musical.

Don’t vote because of whatever alliance you like best. Which would suit a MUSICAL??? Specifically.

[neoflames]

Graphic design is his passion <3

[space-apples]

“Are you okay, Scar?”

Scar never wanted to be left behind before. Scar never wanted to be alone before. Scar didn’t think he’d ever want to be away from people, away from connection more than he had already. He didn’t want to do this. Lizzie was frowning, and he didn’t want to do this. Lizzie was asking the very question he had asked so many times— Why, why, why. He couldn’t make himself stop, he couldn’t.

“Oh, I’m— I’m—”

Scar’s breath staggered as Impulse explained more and more, wishing Skizz could have gone somewhere else— anywhere else— for a Heart. His own was beating out of his chest, and he couldn’t stop his hands from shaking as he took out the stick. He had to do this. He had to do this. He wished he didn’t. The explosion of shouts full of righteous rage dragged the fear he tried to keep buried deep and Scar couldn’t do anything else but bolt, making himself even more apprehensive by apologizing. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t breathe.

“Neutral!” Scar nodded his head, refraining the urge to run off again. He couldn’t bear to lock eyes with Grian, he couldn’t, he couldn’t. He smiled weakly.

Joel was yelling at him. They all were yelling at him. He could only hasten his pace, trying his best not to be even more of an idiot and lose health over fall damage. It was hard to focus when the only thing he could hear were screams telling him to take it off. He couldn’t. Of course he fucking couldn’t. He felt sick to his stomach, he felt sick in the head. His body was moving on its own, because of course he couldn’t control his anything he did.

“No— bad! I’m bad—” Grian wouldn’t stop staring at him, the confusion on his face wouldn’t go away, Grian wouldn’t go away, and naturally the one time Scar didn’t want Grian to go near him, the one time— Scar would do anything Grian asked. At least he would if it meant to feel wanted.

(He couldn’t now.)

“Good!” He corrected hastily, chuckling softly. “I’m good!”

Normally Grian saw right through him, and he hoped this time was no different.

Normally Grian would run away from him, and he hoped this time was no different.

It’s never the same. It’s never the same, and that is what will be no different.

[strelitzien-gewaechs]

neither jimmy nor grian kept the bit in, but in cleos pov grian asks etho to make up his own song when joel builds his tnt canon. (because the baby shark song was copyrighted)

anyway love that jimmy just kept telling grian to ask etho to do weird stuff. and etho just went yeah sure why not sing, bark and do the zombie dance. this is normal

[captainschaos]

they're going to have so much fun being mad at each other

[klbzplb]

'usually, hes got a lot of rizz, but not this time around' - bdubs about joel after he failed a mlg water bucket

[chipjrwibignaturals]

perception check tom cardy is abt him 💖 ^

(source: dude trust me)

[moch-ila]

IT FEELS TOO EARLY TO BE SCARED OF REDS?

[cowardlylearningtobebrave]

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