Hello!! I’m Red, and I use he/him.
This is mainly a Hermitcraft/Life Series blog, and I mainly reblog things. I use the tag “redraindrops’ saved” for posts I want to remember but other than that I don’t tag things often to be aware!!
!!NOT TAGGING INCLUDES SPOILERS AND TRIGGER WARNINGS 99% OF THE TIME!! !!PROCEED WITH CAUTION!!
The thing in her cargo hold is looking at her again.
Really, Gem should have sold it by now. If the fishmonger had refused to take it--and really, it seems unlikely, Gem thinks, that the fishmonger would refuse to take it; he has taken and carved up and made meals of far stranger fish than one with a human face and hands and torso--she could have easily sold it to the man on the train, who takes exotic catches for his zoo. She could have even taken it to Grian; it's not a mending book, but it's the sort of thing he'd like to make fun of her for catching, instead of anything she's after.
Really, she should have. The longer she keeps the thing in her cargo hold, the more it starts to look properly human to her. She should know better. She has caught far stranger fish, and none of them have been human. It's another trick these seas have been playing on her, she thinks.
Long nights alone do that to a woman.
She ignores it. Instead, she opens the lid of the tank and starts depositing salmon. "It's a really weird request, that I keep them alive the whole time. You won't eat them, right?" Gem says, knowing the thing in her cargo hold can't answer. "Because if you eat them, this time, I really am going to sell you to the fishmonger. Or maybe I can figure out how to get fillets from you on my own? I've certainly eaten weirder fish..."
The thing in the cargo hold continues to stare. It has eyes that look like little moons, and brown hair, and it is smiling for some reason. Gem huffs.
"Don't give me that look! You are a fish. I am a fisherman. If mere human faces stopped me from doing my job, I would have gone mad a long time ago."
The thing in the cargo hold smiles wider. The lights flicker. Gem rolls her eyes and finishes putting salmon in the tank. As though to spite her, the thing in the cargo hold immediately lashes out, grabbing one in the claws on her otherwise-human hands and then tearing it apart with razor-sharp teeth. Blood rises on the water. Gem sighs.
"I have a harpoon in here somewhere, or at least a very sharp knife," she says to herself. She doesn't really want to use her nice knife, the one she always keeps on her belt, but she ought to have another knife around with which she can finish the job, right?
The lights flicker and go out. When she looks across at the tank, there are two silvery-moon eyes looking at her.
Gem pulls a wire. Gem turns the lights back on. She takes a deep breath.
"I really should have sold you by now, really. If the fishmonger won't take you, then the zookeeper would love you," Gem says.
The radio crackles. Gem startles. Very, very few people ever contact her on the shipboard radio, but if she's getting a signal, that's more important than a grudge match with a fish. She heads over to answer the call.
An amalgamation of voices responds:
YOU ARE FUNNY. I HAVE A MESSAGE. A DELIVERY. YOU'VE TRAPPED ME THOUGH.
Slowly, Gem turns around to the thing in the cargo hold.
"This won't stop me from treating you like a fish," she says. "If messages from the ocean stopped me--"
A terrible, crackling laugh sounds from the radio.
I AM THE MOON'S PEARL. YOU WILL NOT HOLD ME FOREVER. WE WILL SEE WHO EATS WHO.
Gem wags her finger. "We'll see, for sure, as long as you don't eat my salmon. That man in the fish-scaled suit was VERY insistent, you know."
TELL ME MORE.
"You're tying up my radio. What if there's another ship? What if there's something important?"
OH GEM. YOU KNOW THERE WON'T BE.
Gem swallows.
The thing in the cargo hold is staring at her.
"I need to sleep. I need to go to shore," she says.
YOU WON'T, the radio says.
She won't.
Meet Pando, not a forest but a single tree. Every trunk of the Quaking Aspen is genetically identical & connected by a single 80,000 year old root system, making it one of the largest and oldest living entities on Earth!
Iskall is handling the break up well...
Cursed
This is Team ZITS. To me
SO THEM
My roommate had a bad dream last night that involved Gem being mildly transphobic, so I’ve drawn for them a trans rights GeminiSlay to kick that dream version’s ass!
@helpilostmygender this is for you, she will protect you!
Like my art? Consider reblogging so more people can see it!
why does this youtube thumbnail about washing out bloodstains use the same font as the 3rd life logo
desert duo episode 9
the media has been referring to tee by his deadname and there has been little discussion of his death.
Some lil quick Minecraft builds; Rhinoceros beetle, Caterpillar, Fox
"you dont understand my relationship with God", "neither do i"
I keep on thinking 'man people are staring at me, are they being homophobic or...?' and then I remember I have this pattern shaved into my legs
I've been doing this for going on three or four years now :)
i really like ryoko kui's dedication to making this elf chick smoke weed in every modern clothing art she appears in
by god this woman is hitting the bong in every universe except the one this story takes place in
i have been informed she does numerous shrooms in the main universe so my apologies fleki you are flying high no matter the timeline
may i suggest… magpie grian…
(and thank u soo much to any reblogs it’s sooo helpful!!!)
i ddn't know which version
