Joel Fails Miserably

ZombieCleo:

Submitted for: Hermitcraft, Pirates SMP, Witchcraft SMP, Third Life, Last Life, Double Life, Limited Life, Secret Life, Wild Life

Headcanons: Transfem Nonbinary, she/they; Demi-girl, pronouns not specified

Propaganda: Uses she/they irl and has identified with the nonbinary flag

“T4T cletho. They’re both nonbinary and divorced (in an active relationship) and take turns on who's the ex wife and who's the ex husband.”

TibbyCaps:

Submitted for: Artimators SMP

Headcanons: Trans man, he/him

Propaganda: Trans man irl

“[The submitter is] here for Tibby and Tibby only please make him win. He's literally trans and also really cool.”

“PLEASE, IF HE WINS AGAINST XB [the submitter] WILL COSPLAY HIM.”

“His shield in Artimators is a trans flag!”

“Vote Tibbycaps, [the submitter is] going insane, because, yes, not only he is irl trans. But how does everyone miss that he just is trans??? [They] don't even know how to describe it. Like, he just feels so trans. As a person. The gender is strong with him. Even if he were cis he'd still be trans. Does that make sense? Like. Augggg [they don’t know] how to actually. Put this into words. [They] can't handle this, Tibby is the best, most transest, he deserves to win this!!”

“Tibby is the awesomest!! Vote for Tibby, his art is so, so cool and awesome!! Also he's the transiest trans to ever. Trans. And that's coming from a trans person >:3”

“Tibby isn't a trans man, he's the man that transed up. Or trans that manned up. Either way, vote Tibbycaps.”

“Vote Tibbycaps!!!! He's [the submitter’s] favorite youtuber and he is so cool and awesome :D He's so trans the energy just. Exudes off of him. Like you can't hear him talk for more than five seconds without going "Yea that guys trans" /pos. Go watch Tibbycaps if you wanna see for yourself. Sub to Tibby”

“Tibbycaps is so trans he could be like "I'm the trans fairy, fairy of the trans," and [the submitter would] be like “Yes Tibby, you're so right Tibby. Vote Tibbycaps.”

“Tibbycaps is the bestttttt, vote Tibbycaps! Hes:

-trans, like so trans

-autism (boy autism (<-/ref))

-such a good artist!!

-fucking HILARIOUS

-makes such good videos

-has good vibes all around

-[the submitter’s] comfort streamer”

“Vote Tibby, he is so awesomes. Literally, The guy of all time. Can't beat him.”

“​​VOTE TIBBYCAPS OR [the submitter is] STEALING YOUR GENDER!!”

“Tibby is such a cool person with such great vibes. Creator of Skizzlehell in Artimators. Has the objectively correct opinion that Cubfan135 could perform top surgery. Has such good art, [the submitter wants to] eat it. Ya can't beat the TibbyCaps.”

“The T in Tibby stands for trans.

The I stands for incredibly trans.

The first B stands for blue hair and.

The second B stands for bronouns (not bronouns like, bro, dude, etc. Bronouns like you flipped the p on its head. It's doing a handstand).

The Y stands for yes, that man is trans.

VOTE TIBBY.”

“VOTE TIBBYCAPS, HE HAS A BOATING LICENSE.

Flower husbands wooo

Just a tiny one today...Inspired by my commision to @your-daily-dose-of-caffeine

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Today was May 18th, I got up at 6am, looking to my left I saw that Jimmy was still snoring away. I smiled, still wondering how I got with this idiot. A handsome one at that. I stood up and quickly unlocked my car and headed to the local pet store, ready to pick up a little

Sun shined into my eyes, waking me up instantly, I rubbed my eyes, turning over expecting Scott to be lying beside me. But I didn’t see a single strand of teal hair anywhere. Frowning, I got out of bed and quickly got dressed. I couldn’t believe that fool left me hanging ON MY BIRTHDAY! I was just about to make a call when I heard the front door open and close. Walking out of the bedroom, I see Scott carrying some sort of box, although it had holes in it, I didn't see much use of that. He quickly put it aside, shushing it. “Good morning handsome!” Scott said cheerfully. I looked away, blushing, “Sorry for leaving on such a short notice, I was picking up something.” Scott explained. I looked at the box quizzically, “Is it for me?” I said, smiling playfully. Scott shrugged, “Maybe it is, Maybe it isn’t. Say, are you still holding a party? Even at this age?” “Yeah, of course!” I responded. Then I realised something. “Wait. Did you just say I’m old?” Scott laughed. Something about his smile always filled my heart. It was one of the many things I liked about him. “You are very old Tim.” Scott said. I frowned. “Hey! We’re the same age!” “No, you were born in May, I was born in November. You’re technically 6 months older than me. So.” Scott shrugged. “You’re old.” He smiled and I couldn’t help, but smile back.

Regarding Iskall - two former mods have come forward with their own statements. You can read Mefallit's statement here (word document), and Kasszi's statement here (google doc).

As well as this, False has confirmed that this only pertains to Iskall.

I recently got into Supernatural and it helped me with my writers block!!!

Have this

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Wind whistled in his ears, the moon illuminating his eyes, glowing in determination. Cautiously, he moves forward, the leaves beneath his feet crunching with every step. He had a mission, to find and shoot the foe that lurked on the grounds. Dean crouches behind a bush and adjusts the butt of the gun to fit between his arms. He hears a whoosh of leaves and sees a shadow out of the corner of his eyes. He turns immediately to the movement, and loads the gun with ammo. Seeing nothing he moves forward. He feels his heart racing as he crouch-walks towards the sound, his finger tight around the trigger. Dean turns the corner and-

He feels a sharp pain on his back, the splatter of paint heard against his shirt. He turns around to see Sam standing from his hiding spot behind him. Sam smirks, “I believe I win again Dean.” Dean grumbles and stands up, his gun left within the leaves. Dean smiles back and raises his hands in surrender. “Alright Alright I admit defeat,” His brother grins wider and drops his gun too. “Although I must say Dean, despite being such a good hunter, you are really bad at paintball.” Sam turns around to collect his ammo and with his back turned against his sibling, Dean reaches for his gun and shoots Sam on the back. Sam falls forward in shock and dives headfirst into the leaves. A f-bomb rang through the forest, followed by hearty laughter from Dean. Seeing the first genuine smile after Castiel’s death, Sam just can’t help but laugh back.

Ranchers (And the love they share)

Tango stumbled as he stepped out from the portal. He frowned as the shimmering circle closed behind him. He looked around, trying to figure out his bearings. He seemed to be in a middle of a city, billboards were spotted everywhere. Tango didn't like it, the colors were to bright, the flashing unnerved the hybrid. Tango decided to walk around and figure out where he was. Although he didn't know how he got here, Tango figured he should probably not stay here for long, him being a blaze and all that. He dug in his pockets and found some cash that he decided to use to find somewhere to live for the day. 

After a day of searching, he finally found a place. It was a small apartment, but it was enough to keep him for a while. He made extra care to not burn anything while moving around the room. Slowly he got in the bed, taking note of the very flammable bedsheets that surrounded him and drifted off to sleep.

The red haze surrounded him, air so thick that it was hard to breathe. Other people covered in shadows were reaching out to him, coming to grab him and take him back to the confinements of the cell. To experiment with him. Tango was running faster and faster, until he found some sort of floating circle. He stepped right through and-

Tango woke up, his face was covered with sweat. Tango quickly jumped out of bed and hosed down the fire burning on the bed frame. As the fire dwindled down, Tango sighed as he slumped back on the bed. He couldn't remember what he was dreaming about nor why it caused such a big headache. With his hands in his head he closed his eyes and fell back asleep. 

Continuation of My fanfic

Ok ok I know I said that was the end buttt I couldn't help myself

We bought a little cottage on the side of the mountain. It’s good property, with quite   a bit of land and for a cheap price too. Jimmy picked up a hobby to plant flowers in every nook and cranny possible. Jimmy has made me promise to not hurt anyone ever again, at least, until the Red emeralds figure out I’ve killed their boss. I like to think that they’ve separated now that Ren’s gone. Jimmy and I are in a relationship now, and I’m thinking about proposing. I blushed at the thought of it. “Scott!” a voice called. “Help, I don’t know how to make food!” Chuckling, I ran towards the sound, to see Jimmy standing with a pan in his hand, its contents burnt. Taking the pan out of his hands I scraped the burnt things off it, “I think we’ll order takeout, it’s a bit late for me to cook now.” Jimmy’s face lightened. “Ok! But I’m ordering!” “Not If I can do it first.” I pulled out my phone, and saw a notification.  My eyes widened. Meet me at the HQ tonight.-Ren.

After checking that Jimmy was sound asleep, I walked out of bed, putting a dark cloak over my head. I get into the car and start driving on a road I never thought I would again. Upon arriving, I armed myself with a pistol in each hand, equipping it with silencers beforehand. If things get out of hand and I’ll have to start shooting, I would need to do it quietly. Preparing myself mentally, I took a deep breath, then headed towards the HQ. Walking cautiously, I looked for Ren, careful of any sudden attacks. Then I saw a dark swoosh of a cloak around the corner, I turned then saw myself head to head with my former boss. 

“How are you still alive?” I exclaimed, "You died, I saw you drop to the floor, your pulse-Your pulse was GONE, COMPLETELY GONE!” My voice cracked as my mind tried to comprehend what was happening. “I created a serum that can stop my pulse to a heartbeat per hour, I made you think I died, to let you leave me be. Then I used a wood block to stop your bullets from getting to me. I gotta say, That was a pretty good move you used on me. But, you can’t outsmart me.” 

“Huh. Like that marvel movie.”

“What Marvel movie?”

“Nevermind.” I raised my pistol. “I’m afraid I have to finish you off.” 

“Y’know, I thought you were smarter.” Ren muttered then he whistled.

“What?” I looked around in shock as a billion red dots appeared on me. I see at least 25 agents aiming their guns, the muzzles all pointing at me. Fingers on the trigger, ready to shoot. 

“Alright, here’s another deal. You surrender and you don’t have to die. You try to attack and I will call all of these people to pull the trigger. No one would know, no one would even notice you’re gone once I also get rid of your nice little boyfriend as well. What do you say?” Some of the lights flickered, and then I realised that, if these agents were under Ren’s control… “Do you guys really want to do this? To be controlled by a freak? A person that’s using you for his own greed? All you have to do is walk away, and leave, break your trackers and go away. People are dying in these missions!” Soon, the red spots started to fade, some pointing right on Ren’s little forehead. Ren’s smug smile started to disappear, “Now, now, let’s be civil about this! I’ll pay you extra, come on!” When he realised that no one was listening, his smile turned into a frown. “Well, I guess I’ll have to do it myself.” He pulled out his gun, then pulled the trigger. I rolled to the floor, dodging the shot. Suddenly I heard a round of bullets get shot towards me, I raised up a bit of debris, and deflected the shots. I got up and ran into the HQ, looking for somewhere to hide. Running into the vault, I find a rifle, and pick it up. I put the pistols neatly on the floor, putting the ammo in my backpack. I heard footsteps coming towards me, I brought my eye to the magnifier, ready to shoot. 

I don’t know why I awoke. But I felt a tingle on my neck as if I knew something was wrong. I turned around just to see Scott not in bed. The bedroom door was open and Scott’s favourite cloak was gone from the closet. I leaped out of bed and saw Scott’s phone on the nightstand, with a message still on the screen. It worried me. That absolute fool was heading towards someone who wanted to kill him and yet he’s charging head on. I had to help, no matter the circumstances. Somehow, somehow Ren survived that shot. We should’ve checked, we-we could’ve done SOMETHING that has prevented this. I got into a car and started driving to the coordinates that his boss left him. I armed myself with a gun and a tranquilliser before getting out. This is going to get messy.

“Where are you Scott? You can’t hide forever, I’ll find you eventually, come out and face me!” Ren’s booming voice echoed the hallways. The sound of his footsteps sounded bigger and bigger as he continued to try to find me. My heartbeat seemed to be 10x louder than it normally was. Soon enough, Ren entered the room, a gunshot was fired and I stood up, ready for a fight. Just to see Jimmy standing next to Ren’s dead body, his fingers trembling on the trigger. 

I ran towards Scott as he stood there in shock, his rifle clanking on to the floor as I embraced him. Tears ran down my face as I rested my head on Scott’s shoulders. He recovered and put his arms around me, we stood there for I don’t know how long. I just couldn’t get over the fact that I actually killed someone. I just avenged Tango and yet I just can’t shake the fact that I just commited murder. “Jimmy…I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before I left. I just didn’t want you to get in trouble again, I didn’t want you to die.” Scott’s voice cracked, his own eyes filled with tears. “But I’m glad that’s over now. We’re okay.” I pulled away from the hug. “I guess we have to dispose his body now.” I sniffled, before slapping Scott in the face. “Don’t do that again! You scared me half to death.” Scott rubbed his face, a smile emerged from his face, “Well, it depends if Ren comes back from the dead again.” 

“Don’t jinx it.” 

“Do I have to bury him?”

“We’ll have a funeral.”

“But it’ll cost too much!” Scott argued. 

“We can use the funds from the company to make one?”

“For once something smart comes out of your mouth.”

“Hey! I’m not an idiot here!” I said, as I elbowed him lightly. 

Scott chuckled, “Let us get on with it then.”

I have writers and artist block so I'm just gonna put this here

Big dogs

Adrenaline was pumping through every bit of Martyn’s body. He was determined to steal the kill from Gem’s crew. They couldn’t stop him. He could even call them out if it was one of their tasks. He was really desperate for a correct guess. The relief that filled him when he guessed Tango’s task was, well, amazing. He grinned as he remembered Tango’s anguished face. It was perfect. He absent-mindedly followed Scott to the portal. He was excited to say the least. Charged with energy, he jumped in. The portal sucked Martyn in, plopping him onto an obsidian platform. Without thinking he walked forward, slipping on the edge. Soon enough he found himself falling. Falling into the endless void. He was in shock. His mind couldn’t process the fact that he fell off the platform. Martyn’s body ached more and more as he fell deeper into the void. Eventually he couldn’t take it anymore. 

Inthelittlewood fell out of the world

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I'm writing this one-shot, where In-ho cracks and burns everything to the ground, but I can't decide which is the greater potential for angst in this - In-ho coming clean about his identity and the inevitable fallout, or continuing to pretend to be Young-il, where Gi-hun would make him go home to his "wife" once they escape.