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Hermittober Day 18 - Scheme

so what you’re saying is we finally have a female president

THE GREAT HERMITCRAFT X EMPIRESSMP CROSSOVER

it took me 6 WHOLE MONTHS to finish this project, im so happy its finally done it has taken WAY TOO LONG but i managed to not gave up !!!

reblogs and compliments are SO APPRECIATED!!! this art has drove me to insanity, my poor ego has been shattered. . . so did my hand but my ego

all members and closeup will be in the read more [if you want to use it as pfps/edits please credit me]

i just watched scott's session 7 and noticed a pattern: every single person forgot about grian.

grian hasn't been caught yet, cleo and scott establish. barely a minute later, scott is leading cleo and bigb by the hands to his secret spot and saying "i think we're the last three." like the name has slipped right out of his hands.

as etho tells the other zombies that no, actually, he doesn't want to kill cleo, it occurs to him suddenly. "actually, i kind of want grian to succeed on this, don't i? he's my teammate," he says, not like he doesn't care for grian, but like he's shocked he even forgot in the first place. (seconds later, he lifts his gaze to the sky, and he sees where grian is hiding. he's the only one who sees. he carries this secret with him as he watches grian run, an apology of sorts; sorry I forgot. I hope this makes it better.)

but it got me thinking: this is what grian does, isn't it? even since 3rd life, where he hid in the shadow of scar, whose face was always, always in the light, as he burrowed under doorways, covered in redstone and days-old blood. no one thinks of him as scar sells them the coffins grian will put them in.

grian has mastered the art of becoming nothing. he's so nothing, in fact, that his presence glances off the skin of even his friends. his name slips away from them. he disappears time and time again, falling through their fingers like sand. there are brief moments: "where's grian?" someone asks, but their blood is boiling and their fingers are itching. the image is a mirage and the sand crumbles at their fingertips. it's gone as soon as it comes; back to cleo, green cleo, uninfected cleo.

a reminder, perhaps from the universe itself. he is nothing but a ghost of a memory, a whisper of a promise. this is by design. the universe is telling him this, as it strings grian up limb by limb: you were only ever meant to watch.

It’s the middle of the night. Chiron should probably get some sleep. Looking out of his window he sees two boys, they’re stargazing. Achilles! He thinks. Patroclus!

It’s only then that he realises that Patroclus’ skin is way too white and as glorious as Achilles was, he definitely didn’t light up like a glow stick in the night. It’s not them. It’s just Nico and Will.

It’s been over 2000 years, they’re dead, Chiron, they’re dead.

Bigb's soul had no new smp to move to after secret life ended. He's stuck there for eternity, forced to silently watch Scar lose his mind with no way of letting him know he's not alone. Maybe sometimes he'll visit the "graves" of his friends. He'll never truly heal from the horrors he saw standing there.

Sometimes, he just sits in the ruins of someone's, anyone's, base, just... hoping. Hoping that, despite all the awful things that happen in these games, that a new one will start and he can finally get out of this place and its awful memories. He and Scar both.

...Provided neither of them really, truly break before this.

-mod enen

with impulse of course!

c!skizz when he was young

i was just trying to watch a kurzgesagt video but unfortunately i bear the curse of surprise mustache man appearance in places that I don’t expect him to be (lethal)

Ryan is amazing 🥹

hot summer game night

[my piece for @boatemvillagezine]