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By the way, this is the third time in a row Pearl and Cleo had a loose alliance that ended with Pearl killing Cleo. Twice it was because someone hurt Pearl's dogs.

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Hey, so, uh…

Why was BigB getting red tasks? Why did it stop? Was it a glitch? Lore? Both? Is this why he’s been acting stranger than usual?

Okay. That’s all

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I know it has to do with spawn eggs and stuff, but I do think it’s very funny that in episode 1 Bdubs killed all the horses, and now everyone is riding undead horses

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I have a theory about BigBs red envelope. I think it’s supposed to be this series version of the bogeyman.

So all the red envelopes will be challenged that, directly or indirectly make the server more dangerous.

Also, I’m guessing red lives automatically get red envelopes.

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dl!Scott and Cleo are queerplatonic partners and dl!Scott and Pearl are queerplatonic enemies

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look im new to the life series but what i've noticed so far is that pearl and cleo's relationship is by far the best thing i have ever witnessed. like, there is no in-between when it comes to them. they're enemies. they're strangers. they've known each other their whole lives. these two could quite literally play any relationship at any time and i would believe the absolute heck out of it

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Alright, for those not up to date on Iskall's vods, here's the deal. He's been dealing with something truly horrid since his last youtube upload, something he does not want to talk about.

However, he's planning on making a return to uploading videos soonish. No specific dates. Just soon.

When Iskall does return- whenever that might be- we should try to come out in force for him. Remember when Mumbo took some time off? When Jevin mentioned he was feeling crummy? When Wels and Joe said they needed some help?

Same deal. When Iskall comes back, let's get into that comments section and make some positive noise!

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She’s Kenough

Shelby, looking lovingly at Katherine: She's Barbie, I'm just Ken.

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GRIAN WAS CONFIRMED TO HAVE DIED ON THE FLYING JELLIE, SO DID LIKE THE REST OF BOATEM DIED TOO???

Sorry holy shit im just, scar really had to confirm that grian went down with the ship

Oh ig he also made a pearl reference earlier too

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Also hey Jimmy mentioned there was a meeting about the fifth life series today

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i cnat believe season 8 boatem scar is canonically DEAD

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My, online, friends mad eme make this a while ago. Now you gotta live with buff pearl too

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There is like three things I’m constantly thinking about. DL!Pearl, Nature wives, and pearleo. Shout out to my girl gem who also randomly pops in from time to time

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WATCHED SHUBBLES NEW EMPIRES EPISODE AND I AM SO HAPPY

GUESS WHO CALLED IT? LIKE A YEAR AND A HALF AGO???

sure it was the wrong character but I STILL SAY IT COUNTS I GET MY CORRUPTED SHUBBLE CHARACTER ARC!!

I AM WINNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(this is a reference to my animatic to wishing well btw)

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Quick Nature Wives fic, because I think we all need it in these trying times

Word count: 401

Pairings: Nature Wives

Summary: After being Skulkified, Shelby returns to find Katherine waiting for her.

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Shelby returned to the Evermoore something different. Not quite who she left as, yet not entirely a different person.

Inside her house, Katherine was waiting for her. She had scoured up a couple of books for Shelby. “You’ve got a little something… never mind.”

“What do you want?” Shelby growled in a tone as if to order the princess to leave.

Katherine noticed but did not obey. “I brought you something. I asked the palace librarian what my parents consulted after I was born. Looks like these where the most helpful. Obviously it didn’t work, but it could be useful.” Katherine wandered over to Shelby’s desk and left the books. She took a peek at the page that was opened, opened to a chapter on royalty based curses. “Shelby, I’m not smart. I can’t tell you much about curing curses. But I can help you live with it. I can do what I can.”

“Shut up! I already told you, I don’t need your help, I don’t want your help, you weak, pathetic, little girl. Look at me! I’m so much stronger than I’ve ever been.” She held her scythe to Katherine throat. “If you don’t want to become skulk, I’d leave.”

Katherine looked down at Shelby miserably, and considered what to do. With unleashed force, she punched Shelby’s gut, sending the witch careening into the ground. Katherine stepped over her, and with a dainty twist of her wrist, threw open the door with such force it nearly came off the hinges.

She stepped out to leave, but something in her refused to leave Shelby like that. She turned, her dress fluttering in the wind. “You can read them or not, I just want you to know I’m here for you, and you can always ask me for help.”

“Leave already!” Shelby yelled from her bruised and busted position on the floor.

Katherine knelt down and kissed Shelby’s forehead, the sweet and bitter taste of skulk kissing back, and held her hands. “Know that you are loved. By me. Gods know, if no one else, you are loved by me.”

She left. Shelby lay frozen, and then, she screamed. So loudly and horrifically it was as if the gates of hell opened in her stomach and cried out with her. And then she was silent. Sobbing, she whispered “I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry.” And by some miracle, Katherine heard her.

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Ramble about Pearl’s fifth Limited Life Episode and the personal hell it sent me to.

Pearl’s fifth limited life episode has my entire brain. My heart absolutely breaks for her. I don’t think there is anything I’m more scared of than doing one small thing wrong, and it leading to everyone in my life turning on me.

And then a quote from Dimension 20 popped into my head, fittingly spoken by a mostrous woman, the Beast (La Bete). “Anyone who promised they would keep you safe, as long as you behaved, was already hurting you.”

Pearl, back in her “Scarlet Pearl” skin, steals this enchanting table. In order to get it back, Scott offers to keep the fact that she and BigB have Judge Judy and Executioner (Who was stolen from them originally) a secret. Shenanigans ensue, Pearl and B are now social pariahs.

Watching a Woman’s punishment be social isolation is incredibly nerve wrecking for me, because of the long literary tradition of women being terrified to step a toe out of line or they’d be shunned. “God forbid Women do anything these days.”

And then there’s Cleo. Cleo made my blood boil this episode. She kept saying they should be able to do whatever because they gave Pearl a tnt minecart earlier in the season. As if she paid for Pearl, and now They own her. Pearl’s response was that it was a trade. Which it was. Loyalty for the minecart. And Cleo responds, “I don’t think you understand how trade works.” Which again, makes sense, Pearl is not following what Cleo wants, she has broken the terms of the trade. I also think back to the moment earlier in the season when Cleo said, “I respect you, because you’re funny.” This defines Pearl’s respectability as being in terms of her worth, she is entertaining. Cleo kept asking what TIES ever did for Pearl. The answer is they respected her.

Again, this episode struck a nerve with me, because it’s everything I’m afraid of. The idea that just being a person worthy of respect and autonomy is something that can be revoked if I am not exactly what someone wants me to be is terrifying.

And then I ask myself, so what? Should Scott have just rolled over and let her go? I don’t think it’s ever fair to ask someone to be the bigger person. I think Scott played this right. Yes, he was mean, and kind of rude, and I think he gets the table back if he treats Pearl a little more respectfully, but ultimately it’s just kind of how this goes. If he didn’t make a decisive move against Pearl, that’s license for everyone else to rob him.

Cleo’s the one who I feel let down by. I thought she claimed to be so chaotic. But here, someone actually broke an unwritten rule, and she turned on them so, so quickly. That’s not chaos. That’s ultimate order. That’s protecting the interests of the already wealthy. 

I just want to finish by saying, I am aware of the fact that these are silly block people playing their silly block game. It just so happened that the tropes and actions they employed struck a perfect chord with me, based on the projects I am working on, and what’s in the news. Part of me hopes they all see this. Part of me hopes no one does. But I left that episode feeling really, genuinely scared, and that hasn’t happened to me from any piece of fiction in a long long time.

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Headcanon for Gem’s Origin

Based on other ideas about Empires/ Hermitcraft Gem. Sticks to earlier posts about Gem/ Dawn, and a couple about Pearl.

Word Count: 1k (How has this happened)

Mix of a headcanon and a fic. 

Mentions of Death, Blood, Financial issues, Alcohol

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Our story starts in Dawn. Back long before Gem could even dream of being the princess of Dawn. Yes, everyone must start their story somewhere, even a being who now possesses so much power as miss Geminitay. Because like all beings as powerful as her, she was not born with these powers, but earned them over time.

Gem’s story starts on the coasts of Dawn, right next to the docks. Her parents were both part of the fishing business. Her Mother caught the fish and her father would sell it out of their stall. This was good work, and they were proud of what they did. Gem grew up to be an intensely clever girl, as she would spend her free time hanging out with either of her parents, sitting in a corner in her mother’s boat or her father’s stall. However, in this particular era, this was not rich work, as the price of fish was falling fast.

Dawn’s wealth was booming, driven by a few now wealthy merchants who had established ties to many other empires. These new connections created trade routes that tied Dawn to the world at large, including several empires with richer ports that hauled in huge quantities of fish, which they could now export to Dawn on the cheap.

Not that Gem understood any of that. All she saw was that something was happening in the world and it meant she saw her parents less, and when she did, they seemed more anxious. This was a somewhat confusing and poorly timed twist for Gem. But, she was old enough to somewhat piece together than the source of these issues was money. So as she enter adolescence, she kept a sideways eye on this.

Nothing of note happened for most of Gem’s life until she turned eighteen, the draft age for Dawn. Dawn had always poured money into keeping their country safe, so the pay for military personnel was excellent. And Gem knew she was exactly the kind of girl they were looking for.

Gem signed up, against the very adamant wishes of her parents. Most people in Dawn’s military are the people with swords, the ones they post on the border to send a message to any neighbors who get a little bold. Gem, unfortunately, was not cut out for that kind of work.

She was always smart, and always fit, and she was destined for better things. A small country like Dawn needs a very specific political climate in order to survive. Gem’s mission was to keep the world in that climate, by any means necessary.

And Gem was good at this. She surprised herself with how easily she could perform her subterfuge and assassinations. By the time she was twenty-four, she could already trace her handiwork to the end of several political movements and the collapse of an entire empire. The work was bloody and taxing, but very, very rich.

When she was twenty-six, Gem was tired. It was difficult for her to tap down an exact moment that took the life out of her. Really it was just the accumulation of death and destruction her hand had caused. For those working with her, it was a truly bizarre series of events. One random mission, the blood of her last victim still splattered on her face. She left. She dropped her sword and knives and walked into the streets. She disappeared into the crowd, and wouldn’t reappear for years.

Where was she in this time? Gem made her way through the jungle, some jungle she was not really familiar with. She found a small halfway home. It was attended by a half man half rabbit tending a bar. 

“Hm.” He took a look at Gem’s bloodied appearance. “You look like our usual clientele. What do you drink?”

“Something strong, I don’t care.”

The bartender looked at her for a minute. “Apple juice it is.”

Gem found the place confusing, to say the least. It was appointed like any roadside inn across the empires, yet there was something strange about this place. As instinct dictated, she scoured the place for anything useful or unexpected. Outside of her gear, she only found a book, a small one that would fit in her pocket. It had a sunflower painted on the cover, although the paint was beginning to chip. Gem had always assumed these places where legends, yet here she was, in one of Saint Pearl’s lost Temples.

Filled with wonder for the first time in ages, Gem explored. She poked her head into every nook and corner she could find to see as much of this place as she could.

“This place is severely off-limits.” A deep voice boomed as Gem started to enter the basement.

“Sorry! I was just looking around.”

The voice laughed. “I’m kidding, I just like spookin people.” Gem turned to see a golden haired woman wearing a green apron grinning at her. “But seriously, that’s a crypt. I wouldn’t go down there alone. It’s creepy, and that’s coming from me.”

“Well, that sounds like an offer to join me.”

“I’d say you trust too easily, but let’s face it, no one ends up in my corner of paradise because they were too trusting.”

This woman, of course, was not some rogue janitor, but Saint Pearl herself. From the clouds, Pearl had take note of her as someone who could have an interesting and useful second chance. Gem became Pearl’s warlock. For years, she did nothing but travel through different empires, and eventually dimensions doing whatever she wanted, more or less. A strange stipulation of their warlock pact, Gem has to be doing things she loves to do. A lot of that was roleplay. She’d enter a new dimension, and get to just transform herself into whatever version of herself she wanted to be, and just spend time playing in these worlds, always trying to make them prettier. At first, she had tried just making them better, but found her powers worked far better when she just tried to make things sparkle a little more.

At this point, Gem is technically not bound by her warlock pact anymore. Her sheer willpower and joy means she generates her own magic now, she is an ethereal being, not technically a god, but certainly more than a mortal. And she spends her days doing what she was meant to do: whatever she wants.

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Well, this was supposed to be a head canon and now its like a mini fic.