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arekayic · 21 hours

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get fished idiot

#hermitcraft s10 #hermitcraft #grian #goodtimeswithscar #gtwscar #xisuma #rendog #falsesymmetry #iskall85 #zombiecleo #cubfan135 #gif

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legally-allowed-to-slime · 3 days

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obsessed with iskall somehow successfully selling gem a penthouse at the bottom of the complex by marketing it as an “australian penthouse”… “we call it the pearl” ok man

#she spent 50 diamonds on this btw because iskall lowered the price from 50 diamond blocks to 50 diamonds #marketing genius #iskall85 #geminitay #hermitcraft #hermitcraft smp #hermitcraft season 10 #hermitcraft s10 #hermitcraft 10 #hc10

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vivitheanimaxen · 3 days

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Tango couldn't remember the last time he slept.

He couldn't remember the last time he'd worked on a redstone project either.

That was irrelevant! He was perfectly fine. There was a reason he was down by Gem's docks. Right?

"Tango?"

Speak of the devil and she shall appear! That was Gem herself, pulling Tango around. He didn't want to, there was something about the--

"Tango. Tango, hey." Gem forced him to meet her eyes, "Don't tell me you've been possessed again. After last time? C'mon man, you said you'd. . . do. . ."

Tango didn't know what Gem was talking about. He wasn't possessed. Tango knew what that felt like and that wasn't this.

Gem got an odd look in her eye, before latching her hand around his wrist and dragging him back up the path towards his house. But--

That wasn't home anymore.

Not when his place was down by the water-- in the water-- he was waiting for someone to come back--

"No-- Tango-! Ugh." Gem planted herself between Tango and the mists over the water-- the place where he had promised to be.

Tango found himself sitting at the edge of the dock. There was something tied around his wrist, but he didn't mind. The tips of his boots were dragging in the foam.

"Tango, homie-buddie. It's freezing out here, you should come inside." Skizz had rested a hand on Tango's shoulder.

"Can't you hear it?" Tango asked, breathless as it came back.

The song was promising him the answers to everything. He just had to be here to hear it. To decipher it's song.

"Hear what?"

Tango was fighting against the pull of hands, trying to take him away. His friends-- not friends anymore-- they wanted to take the music for themselves-- "I promised! I promised--"

His mouth was full of the taste of blood. Blood and cotton and he couldn't hear the rush of the waves anymore. He was too warm. There were voices nearby.

"How is he?" Oh, Tango recognized that voice, that was Xisuma.

"Still unresponsive. Is Ren-?" That sounded like Impulse.

"The same way."

Impulse sighed, "He's too quiet. Tango's never been this quiet."

"I'm listening." Tango had to listen otherwise he might miss the music.

He couldn't remember who the music went to, but-- It was someone he needed to be there for. How long had it been? He needed to get back to the water.

Tango was on his feet, trying to push past the arms holding him back. There was a snarl pooling on his tongue, frustration sparking deep in his bones. He needed to get back to the water.

He yelped as someone slammed into his back, knocking Tango off his feet and into the grass. He writhed, kicking, his tail lashing and sparking as he struggled to get free. There was nothing in his inventory. He had nothing but his hands and his fire and the grass around him and they were closing in--

Tango was floating in the bay, Gem's conduit letting him breathe like he should be able to. His heartbeat was pounding in his ears, his fire was sputtering, angry about being underwater.

Well too bad fire, cause Tango was right where he was supposed to be.

As evidenced by who was in front of him.

The someone, the who he'd promised to be there for when he returned.

The song wrapped around him like a blanket, smothering the chill from the sea and guiding Tango close. He didn't quite remember where he'd met them before but he knew that this was the right thing.

Until he was out of the conduit's range.

Until the water that was so welcoming before now choked at his air and bit at his warmth.

Until the song that'd promised him everything suddenly disappeared.

A hand hauled Tango out of the water by the back of his shirt, dumping him in a sopping heap on the sand. He spit up half the ocean by the time he was able to breathe again.

He was hearing words, but he couldn't figure out what Skizz was saying. Or Impulse for that matter. The music was gone though.

It had abandoned him and now?

Tango didn't know what to do next.

#hermitfic #hermitcraft s10 #viviwrites #tangotek #dont mind me #tw drowning #something's wrong with the water #siren song #siren Jimmy #mind control #sorta #martyn is also a siren here and he targeted ren which is why ren also went nuts #they were having a competition to see who could lure their target into the ocean first #Jimmy won #tango lost tho #this is just a silly oneshot it probably won't turn into anything no plans here for a follow up

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aureachaos · 24 hours

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False: It's okay, you can be old

Doc: Yeah, but normally the thing is with being old, with being the elder in the group, normally there comes respect and people listen to them.

Cleo, False, Ren, Joe, and Xisuma start laughing

Joe: What? No. Is that an East German thing? I don't think that's true in most of the world

Doc: You know what I get for being an elder? Nothing