#...this might be my first hermitcraft dream maybe

[stressedbisexualtm]

i will say, one thing i really enjoy is how a lot of traffic/hermit twt and tumblr casually enjoy the qsmp. it shows up (for me) mostly in the form of people say "cubito" rather than "c!", and i like that a lot. it's fun to see big life series or hc accounts talking about todays lore on the qsmp, or who their favorite cubito is, or which egg they think is the best/most underappreciated. even the people who don't really say anything, maybe just reblog/retweet some fanart or a clip of fitmc being gay as hell absolutely make my day. i like what the qsmp has been able to do- not just merging different ethic communities, but subdivisions of the english mc community as well. during the dream smp and that little while before the qsmp was announced, there was this HUGE divide between the dsmp and all the other sub-communities and how they interacted with each other. there was some division before, as there was bound to be, but it's become a really harsh line since 2020. and im thankful the qsmp has merged that break between the two halves of the english mc community. again, it's just really awesome (and a little surreal!) to see hermit mains talking about the qsmp.

And there are qsmp fans out there who have never even heard of the life series or hermitcraft! to those of you that might see this post, I encourage you to watch a little bit of either series. they don't have the same standards on lore qsmp does, but they're all really great and fun people who love to make content. they're all youtube videos, but i promise that doesn't diminish the fun! there is lore, bits that certain creators sprinkle into the life series, and at least once per hermitcraft season (at least since season 6) they have a big lore event happen. hermitcraft is currently on it's 9th season, and they have so many massive projects and games and have had more than one lore event this season. the life series is on it's 5th season, secret life, that uploads weekly and has some really unique and fun game mechanics and player interactions. (and with both series, don't let the lack of lore deter you! both fan communities are amazing, and we have a habit of creating our own lore that is really interesting to work with).

same to life series or hermitcraft fans- they swear a lot on the qsmp, and it's all livestreamed, but they also have so many interesting characters and stories and so much more they still want to tell. it's not all completely scripted either, and there are a lot of references and cameos you can find! there's a lot to enjoy here, and I hope someone who reads this will go see it for the first time.

#trafficblr #qsmp #life series #hermitblr #hermitcraft #traffic life smp #quackity smp #generic talking tag

[spiritualviolation]

HEADCANON FREE SPACE - GRIAN

from the response to this post

hi hello!! this post is a free space for people to come by and share their headcanons about a specific mcyt character, and this post is for grian!

grian is like. one of those chars that are just headcanon central, so i thought it be appropriate to start with him

not-exactly-rules but some guidelines + my own headcanons under the cut!

- GO ABSOLUTELY NUTS!! share as MANY as you like, i literally don’t mind if you’re going to make a ten page essay about your headcanons. just go wild, just as long as it sticks to the character of this post! bc if it i do multiple characters on one post it might get overwhelming and messy

- you can either do it in the tags or you can just reblog and add to this, i don’t mind as long as it’s convenient for you! you can add to other people’s rbs but i do think it would be better if you rb it straight off this post, but that depends on you!!

- if you want to reblog with your design as well so you can explain your hcs, go ahead! i would absolutely love to see how people design the characters individually!!

i will probably make a masterpost for this but for now we’ll start humble, but i’m aiming to release one post per week, but maybe would speed it up if my schedule allows me!

so yea, go wild!

i will probably start with the life series peeps first but i am thinking of maybe doing qsmp peeps as well after!

my grian headcanons cause i wrote a whole thing in my notes app:

- in my hc, the forms of watchers are dream-like and amorphous, basically visual mindfucks in appearance. grian who was fairly new to the watchers still kept his regular human form, but those who have been watchers for a very long time eventually would lose their individual human identity, and is assimilated into the collective that are the watchers. grian, if give or take maybe a century, the same thing would have eventually happened to him.

- his wings, gifted to him when he was ‘taken’, are generally amorphous and shifting, and you can never focus what shape they’re supposed to be (they can give you a headache the longer you try to look at their genuine form), but he can disguise them in any shape he wants (bird wings, dragon wings, etc.) so it doesn’t hurt to look at them.

- grian cut off his association with them just several months after he was taken, joining hermitcraft not long after, estranging themselves from them.

- he can still use his powers (which include astral projection, and etc.), but because of his cut ties they’re significantly weaker than the average watcher. for example, watchers can ‘watch’ over an entire server, but grian can only ‘watch’ one person at a time.

- his reasons for not wanting to be assimilated into the watchers is that he knows what it’s like to have been pushed and forced to take up a role against his will (ahem high school ahem), and it’s hurt him and he won’t want to let it hurt him again. aside from that, he finds that the watchers are extremely boring, considering all they do is observing passively from the sidelines and all that, which is the complete opposite of how grian likes to operate. he finds it extremely restrictive and prevents him from actively participating in things. not wanting to be confined to that, he cut ties with them.

- however he still uses his powers for troublemaking and mischief, and also to help others when they need it. he doesn’t consider himself affiliated with the watchers because he thinks it’s merely some godly title and also because he wouldn’t want anyone to think him differently, so he doesn’t really hide it.

- as he denied his watcher status very early into joining them, he still has the physicality (stamina, energy and such) of a regular human. only his wings are amorphous instead of his entire form since his wings were given to him when he joined them.

- made the life smp as a fun game for his friends, but in my hc, they did a test run before starting 3rd life. it was during that test run when the watchers seized control over the server.

- during 3rd life, he put admin restrictions on himself to remove his wings so he couldn’t fly and it was fair game for the rest.

#hermitcraft #grian #grian fanart #3rd life smp #last life smp #limited life smp #double life smp #trafficblr #pls share around!!

[nine-of-diamonds]

Hi hi this is my @mcyt-valentines gift for @queenarsinoethepoisoner!!

They requested a desert duo vigilante au so I did that and then also mashed in a soulmate au with a college setting bc uhhh I'm me?

Anyway, I had a blast writing this so I hope you enjoy :)

(lil preview of the fic under the cut btw)

Scar isn’t hero material.  

It’s not for a lack of trying. Scar does try, over and over again—but each school year, every mandatory power screening session ends with the Hero Commission recruiter giving him the same response:

“Go home and practice your magic. Magic always remembers; it becomes more malleable to your will the more you use it.”

The first time he’d been told this, he’d been ten, and he’d taken it with an optimistic spark in his heart. “And then I can be a hero?” he’d asked. 

Maybe he should’ve seen it coming when the recruiter simply said, “We’ll see.”

In another world, Scar would have been rewarded for practicing endlessly, learning to channel the power contained in the vex blood he had to phase through walls and even suspend himself in mid-air for a few precious moments. He would’ve been an indomitable hero, one who no Rift monster could land a hit on, and his soulmate would never feel a speck of pain from his end. 

But that isn’t this world.

In this world, Scar practices and practices, hours upon hours spent reaching for a wellspring of magic that he can never quite sink his fingers into. 

With time, the realization would sink in: the magic might remember how to twist itself into his vex-given active power, but that didn’t matter if Scar can’t reliably access it. 

But Scar—Scar’s not the type to give up so easily. Call him determined or stubborn—either way, he doesn’t really ever let that dream die, even as he grows out of the age group from which the Hero Commission picks its recruits. Over the years, he collects a long list of heroes he keeps tabs on and learns from, ranging from up and coming heroes to more established ones like the Goatfather. He dabbles in archery and strength training, keeps up with news of the growing incidence of Rifts around the world, and learns how to sew his own costumes. 

And one day, when he’s already in university, as he watches a hole in time and space tear open in front of the campus library, he’ll understand that there are other ways to fulfill his younger self’s desire to help his town; they just might not be as legal.

Scar’s fine with that. He’s never been a rules guy, anyway. 

---

Boatem does not have a local branch of the Hero Commission. This is partly because the town is fairly small and remote, and partly because up until recently, they rarely suffered from Rifts. 

As a child, this fact devastated him; after all, not having a local heroics branch meant not having any local heroes to observe. 

As the fledgling vigilante, Hotguy, he’s conflicted—on one hand, no heroes means no one really tries to hunt him down. After all, why would any Boatem resident want to arrest their only line of defense against the Rifts?

On the other hand, it means the fate of his town rests squarely on his inexperienced shoulders. 

He knows the risks when he takes on the role. In fact, he receives his first brutal reminder of the stakes within the first week of him being Hotguy, when news breaks of the devastating death of the up and coming hero, Xelqua, who is said to have died in a fight against Rift monsters. 

…Pressure makes diamonds, he supposes. 

#mcyt valentines #fanfic #ao3 #hermitcraft fic #gtws fanfic #grian fic #trafficblr #desert duo #scarian #hermitshipping #i rewrote this fic four times in like five days ahahaha #but it's okay #i finished it #now i can rest

[hmshermitcraft]

Hello! New to the blog, please let me know if I’ve gotten anything wrong with how I’m supposed to use the ask box!

—

Gem was the princess of Camelot. Well, current day Camelot. Which was now in ruins.

She heaved a sigh. Oh how she wished she could be a princess like her ancestors long ago.

But noooo. She had to be born thousands of years after the golden age of the kingdom she’d dreamt of. The kingdom that would’ve been rightfully hers.

History is a strange yet fascinating thing. Not many species get to learn that they have a history. And here Gem was, in a classroom learning about the reign of her great-great-great-great-…-great grand father, King Arthur.

She found herself dreaming. What would Camelot look like today? What would she contribute as Queen? Who would she meet?

Flipping through the endless pages, a name had caught her eye. His name was under the defects label. ‘Wels, knight of Camelot.’

‘On the quest to find the holy grail, Wels knight was nowhere to be found. Some scouts say that he had run far into the woods during formation. Some say that he ran into the night. Sources vary.’

She hummed. Disappearing into the night huh. Hot. She caught herself. What are you thinking. This man is dead at this point in time. If he was alive he’d be 2000 years old at this point!

Gem buried her nose into her textbook, hiding her poppy red face from the world.

—

When Gem joined Hermitcraft;

Wels is oblivious to the fact that he is in modern textbooks, and was as shocked as Gem was when she first met him.

“Welsknight… Wels, knight of Camelot…?”

“How do you know that-?”

“I’ve read about you in my textbooks-“

“I’m in textbooks?!?!”

“How are you alive! You should be like 2000 years old by now?!?”

Xisuma, who has been standing there for the past two minutes said,

“Accidental time travel, and lots of lines of code. You don’t want know.”

—

May I be 🎨 anon? Is that how this works?

(anon, you're absolutely perfect <3)

Wels found Gem's interest in him... A little off-putting at first. Nobody else on the server even knew about his origins (besides maybe Scar, if he hadn't forgotten by now) so it's strange being interrogated! Gem wanted know every single detail about Camelot and the life there.

For Wels, Camelot was only a few years ago. It's difficult answering Gem's questions. It brought up grief that he was still trying to navigate. Thankfully, Gem backed off when she realised. Wels appreciated the thoughtfulness.

He didn't find out about her connection to Camelot until several months into the season. He just so happened to be coming to visit when he heard Gem and Pearl talking about it. The pair were sat around a big textbook, Gem pointing at pictures. And Gem said it, plain as day, that if Camelot still existed, she'd be the princess.

Sadly, there was very little Gem could tell him about her family lineage. Most was lost to myth and legend, she only had what's captured in writing - old textbooks and stories. She happily told Wels what she knows, though, with a soft empathy as they cover harder parts. They grew closer as they bond over the past. Until, gradually, they started to form a relationship in the present.

Wels had a bit of a crisis, because he couldn't fall for the princess, but Gem shrugged. Princess of what, was her simple reply. Her and Wels are just normal people now, shouldn't they get to define what that means for them? So they did. And what it meant turned out to be quiet dates on sunny days, and holding hands, and kisses.

Wels might not be protecting Camelot anymore. And he doesn't really need to protect its princess either, she can do that herself. He can love her, though. And she loves him back.

#hermitshipping #ask #welsknight tag #gem tag #tayls #🎨 anon #mod 🎀

[votederpycausemufins]

Another fic for the Metal Hearts au, hope you'll enjoy Oh, I've also started a discord group for people who enjoy the various Grumbo kids. Like Grum and Jrum and the Grum variants, but also Tegg, the shulker kids or even NPG.

But here's Chapter 1 of 'Do Bots Dream of Electric Lives?'

Grumbot had rebuilt a ‘small’ starter base for the sixth time. It wasn’t just that he had been tweaking the design, but he was tearing the build down completely before starting from almost scratch, still having blocks on hand. He stared at it for a few moments before pulling out his axe to start tearing it down once more, only stopping when Jrumbot ran over. “Noooo! I like this one!”

“This isn’t your base, this is mine. You can build your own.”

“But I can’t build.” Jrum complained. “And this isn’t even your base! You’re just building whatever!”

“It will be my base. I just want to plan it correctly. It will be my first.”

Jrum huffed and crossed his arms. “Nuh uh. Technically we shared a base with our dads!”

“Yes, technically. And there were two of those bases, so they would be on equal footing, so neither was really a first base, so this will be mine.”

“Well Dad said he just lived in a shipwreck he found. He didn’t have any plans!” Jrum argued, and Grum looked like he was ready to snap back, but then Mumbo came in to calm things down.

“Your brother is right, Grum.”  Mumbo patted Grum’s head for some reassurance. “You don’t need to have a plan for the upcoming season, and if Grian were here, he would agree.”

“But he’s not.” Grum huffed, and then pulled away to start taking down the test build.

“Your dad can have a life outside of Hermitcraft, you know. Sure, some of the other Hermits are with him, but he’s having fun with some friends he doesn’t get to see as often.” Mumbo then started to help gather any materials Grum was missing in the destruction and put them in chests. “Once you get settled in Season Eight, it might be nice for you to explore outside of Hermitcraft, at least a little.”

“I guess.” Grum replied, but he didn’t sound too convinced. “But it feels too early to try and think about such a thing.”

“Maybe. But mentally preparing yourself can- oh for goodness sake.” Mumbo cut himself off as he looked at a machine flying across the sky towards his base, pushing around a few diamond blocks that were familiar to him. “They finally made it in time for the end of the season.”

“Huh? What are those?” Jrum asked, looking ready to run after the contraption just to get the diamonds.

Mumbo sighed, though a laugh made its way in as well. “Last season, Grian Iskall and I made a big business called Sahara. Those were our profits which we sent to the next season, or rather, this season, to give us a boost at the start. Or whenever they arrived.”

“Which is only finally now.” Grum added oh, making Mumbo huff indignantly.

“Then you might want to grab them then so you can pretend ODEA made a profit.” Jrum added, which only made Mumbo look sadder, though laughing along once the bot started giggling.

“Well, I’m going to make sure Iskall doesn’t run himself ragged.” Mumbo said after they had calmed down from the joke. “Xisuma said he wanted you two to drop off anything you want for the next season. He’s already noted down your presents since they were already approved, but if there’s anything else, talk with him.”

“I suppose you’re telling us this hoping we’ll do it now?” Grum asked, putting down the blocks he was about to use to rebuild the test starter base yet again.

“I trust you two to make it over there on your own. And the sooner the better in case either of you realize you’ve forgotten something and need to talk with him again.”

Jrum nodded and grabbed onto Grum’s hand, already dragging them in the direction of Grian’s base, where a good portion of their stuff was. “Okay! We’re gonna do that then! And say hi for us!”

.

.

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Grumbot watched as Jrum had filled another shulker box with items. “You know X won’t let you talk all of that to Season Eight, right?”

“But why not? It’s just a new home, right?”

“Not really.” Grum answered, getting up from the shulker box he had been sitting in, one of three he had packed, though he was trying to get it down to two. “It’s supposed to be a fresh start for everyone. Dad’s wardrobe is probably the only thing he’s going to bring along. You and I are just exceptions because we just had our birthdays and we’re younger.”

“But… So I can’t bring my shop wares?”

“No.”

“Or my diamonds?”

“Nope.”

“What about Professor Beak?”

Grum paused for a moment to think. “He might be allowed to come. But a new world is probably going to be dangerous for him.”

“That’s not fair! What can I even bring?”

Grum opened up one of his shulker boxes, showing off the pile of paper inside. “Well for the most part I just have my IOU’s. Another box has some of the toys and treats I got as well as the posters. The third has what building blocks I think I can get away with.” Then Grum shrugged. “There’s other stuff too, but that’s the bulk of it. I’m pretty sure Xisuma won’t give this back to us still in shulker boxes. I wouldn’t be surprised if we don’t even get it back until starter bases are set up.”

“Wait, what are we going to do for charging at the start? If we don’t have a base…”

Grum hummed in thought. “I guess that’s something we should ask Xisuma. Someone probably has an idea if he doesn’t. He might even give us emergency redstone treats until we’re in a better situation.”

“I hope so.” Jrum said, though sounding a little worried. He stood there for a few moments more, just thinking, before slowly going back to his shulker boxes. “Grum, can you help me figure out what I need to take out?”

Grum nodded and then went over to Jrum. They went through the shulker boxes and pulled out items, mainly resources like diamonds, redstone and quartz. Jrum ended up with a little more than Grum, mainly because he refused to give up some stuff that, while we’re likely to be rejected, Jrum was hoping he could convince Xisuma otherwise or find some sort of work around.

Once they had picked up the boxes, Jrum had them go through the Nether tunnels so they could bring Professor Beak along more easily. It took a little longer than just flying to Xisuma’s base would have taken since their dad’s portal wasn’t the safest, and climbing while holding and controlling a parrot could be rather difficult. Still, the pair managed to reach Xisuma’s portal without any harm and only one close call.

The one issue with Xisuma’s base was that it was a number of buildings all separated from one another. Once the bots were out of the portal, it was then a matter of finding Xisuma. They dropped off their shulker boxes and Professor Beak next to the portal before flying around the base to look for the admin.

After finding nothing in the more common areas, the bots then started looking at the farms with similar luck or lack thereof. Around the time when Grum finally thought about giving up and just messaging Xisuma, there was a sort of screeching noise that came from one of the buildings, a noise that sounded like Jrum. 

Grum immediately flew in that direction hoping his brother wasn’t hurt. He landed in one of the buildings he thought they had checked already, but then more noises had the bot digging through the ceiling to find Jrum essentially hissing at Xisuma, who was barely managing to keep the bot away from himself. It seemed like Jrum wanted to tear the admin limb from limb, which was rather confusing to Grum. The one thing he could think of that would upset Jrum would be that X had already said a certain item couldn’t be taken to the next season. Well, that or the redstone contraption Grum had just noticed to the side. What it was, he had no clue, but that meant it could be the issue.

Grum went over to Xisuma and Jrum and then pulled his brother away, getting a thankful sigh from Xisuma. Jrum tried getting out of Grum’s arms to go back to attacking, but to no avail. “Why are you trying to attack Xisuma? Did you already start asking about our stuff and what we could bring along?”

“No!” Jrum shouted, still wrestling against Grum’s grip. “He’s going to burn all of his diamonds! He’s just going to waste them!”

“I’m not wasting them. I’m making it into a sort of… treasure hunt.” Xisuma started to explain. “Once we wrap up here, other people will be able to explore this world. They’ll theoretically know about the diamonds I’ve put here and will race to try and find them before they’re all gone.”

“That’s stupid!” Jrum argued, but Grum thought it was a nice idea. Jrum just liked diamonds a bit too much compared to most people.

“They are Xisuma’s diamonds, he can do what he wants with them. It doesn’t look like the machine is even going yet.” Grum assumed, since he could hear the bubbling of lava but nothing burning, but who knew if the redstone would work that way. “So can we just ask Xisuma to check our stuff over?”

“I assume you’re referring to the items you want transferred over to the next season.” Xisuma spoke up, getting a nod from Grumbot. After they took a few moments to calm Jrum down a little, they all went back to Xisuma’s portal to where everything was placed.

Xisuma looked through the shulker boxes, approving most of what was there. He explained how they would be stored and once the two had a starter base, either each their own or a shared one, most of the items would be given to them. 

As expected by Grum, Xisuma said the shulker boxes wouldn’t be returned. He also couldn’t let them bring over the blocks and redstone that had been a gift from Hels since the only reason they were allowed was because it was the end of the season. While the bots were saddened by that, Jrum cheered up when X allowed Professor Beak to go to the next season at the same time as the other items would be returned.

Lastly came two items that stood out from the others. Two pairs of elytra, each of them custom made for each bot. During the birthday parties for the bots, Prof, Doc’s Hels and creator of these elytra gave Xisuma what he would need to potentially make more. And as main admin of Hermitcraft, it was easy enough for X to use the information he was given and summon in extra ones.

For season eight, Xisuma was looking into more ways to change the world so the others could have a little more comfort. It had already been done with the armor stands people, mainly Cleo, customized, and recoloring materials was small but helpful. The miniature blocks that wandering traders gave was another thing the others enjoyed, and there were other things used on a player to player basis.

Certain concerns were only brought up at the parties and following meetings. Thankfully a few of those concerns had already been brought up, which was part of the reason they had the party at all. Technically the season was meant to end earlier than it was going to now. But trying to figure out ways to help the bots in the early stages of the season and even further into it had delayed things.

With the elytra being brought up, Xisuma explained how things would work, not just for the elytra, but also food and beds. The Hermits had already been informed that something new for the world would be changing the appearance of an object, to put it simply. Drawing from that, but taking it to a higher level, the commands the Hermits would have access to for that also had a variation specifically for Grum and Jrum. If either of them used the right command while holding the appropriate object, the item would change to what they needed. A normal elytra would be turned into a customized pair for them, while beds would turn into their chargers and food would be replaced with charged redstone that would be named the same as the food and couldn’t be used other than being eaten, just to keep things fair.

While Jrum mainly just nodded along, Grum made sure to take notes for the two of them, likely to also review them with their dads later to make sure everyone important was on the same page. Probably Xisuma would mention it to them as well, but better to be safe than sorry. Though sharing with a Grian was going to be hard. “By the way, has there been any updates about dad and the others?”

Xisuma looked up at Grum’s question, pausing in some extended explanation to Jrum in how the cosmetic feature would work. “Oh, I haven’t heard too much, and even then, there’s no telling how long it will last, but Grian thinks they probably won’t last too much longer. But it could also go longer than he assumes.”

Grum grumbled at the answer, but reluctantly accepted it. Some information was better than none. And it seemed Xisuma was one of the few people who was in contact with everyone in… what had his dad called it again? Third Life? Whatever. Since it ending would give the hermits a day or two afterwards to officially prepare to leave, it made sense X would want to keep updated to know when the season was really going to end. 

“Well, I think that’s about it for your items. If you want to check anything else later, feel free to message me and I can meet you at the portal.” Xisuma said after making sure he had checked them all. “Much easier than you two needing to search the base for me again.”

Grum thanked Xisuma while Jrum started stating the admin down, having been reminded of the diamond burning machine. He younger boy needed to be dragged away, but thankfully with Xisuma’s explanation of how they would get elytra, it meant they could keep their current pairs and fly home.

Mumbo unfortunately hadn’t arrived back yet, so the bots sent him a message to say they were back at the base. It was late enough at that point and the travel had drained their batteries, so Grum and Jrum turned in early. Jrum had a little trouble going to sleep at first, which led to Grum being kept up until he handed a book to Jrum to read, which seemed to quiet him down.

After a few minutes more, Grum shifted into sleep mode. It was mainly just to help with charging, but sometimes he would have some semblance of dreams. And with all that was going on, a little distraction seemed like it would be nice. He couldn’t control if he had dreams or not of course, but that hope was there. And it seemed like that night, he would have them, or something at least.

#hermitcraft #grumbot #jrumbot #mumbo jumbo #xisumavoid #grian #mentions of third life #hermitcraft s7

[re-bee-key]

Season 9 of Hermitcraft is a scifi fantasy anime

and Im gonna prove it. Really long ramble about the theme for this season and looking at it from a world building perspective. Im gonna look at s9 through the lens of it being a scripted show.

First, we must look at season 8. It was also a scifi fantasy. But focused more on scifi with the moon plot. The hermits having crashed landed on the planet and started colonizing it as their own for survival. But then tragedy struck, and they had to evacuate as the moon came crashing down. Destroying the world they had tried to make their home.

Now season 9. Those same hermits crash land on a new planet. Uniting together to survive, but soon enough all separate to start their lives.

(Also, I would like to propose my headcanon that some of the Hermits came from this planet before. That season 8 was a group from this planet that wanted to go colonize the stars. But it messed up, so now they are back home.)

As they explore the land, they discover ancient ruins and cities and come across the races of people who already inhabit the planet.

Bdubs builds represent the ancient past. Long ago was a might race that build grand structures and games. But something happened so all that remains are ruins. But! People have taken over the ruins, repurposing them, making a life in the rubble. Its low tech scrounger scifi. The people living here have to make the most of what little they have. Bdubs himself is a god who has lived here to see all of history. He once had a moon cult in his name. For he is the god of dreams, represented by moons and moss.

He believed being a god should give him a divine right to crown a king. But we saw how well that turned out.

Tango also represents the past. His dark ice castle maze looking ancient and magical. Tango did the ancient ogre cave last season as well. So Im headcanoning that his character is very old as well. Maybe not a god, but certainly an immortal with strong magic. His immortality making him bored and want to create games and prizes for people.

With Tango and many of the others, we see redstone as a sort of tech magic.

Xisuma is also ancient. A bone mage from the ancient times. Living in the skeleton of a long dead elder god. Strong in the ways of redstone tech magic. His immortality has made him want a simple life, one out of conflict and just doing things for fun. His builds are mostly tech machines, but he his tower and bones can represent the "ancient" builds.

Grian also represents the past. And time as a concept. His builds this season all showcase changes in time. Changes in building styles. He represents how the civilizations of the planet would once have lived like. The different stages of the Entity. How rift technology has affected people. His character also represents rifts in time. Not showing up all the time. But when he does its during the big impact parts of history. Matching his watcher lore. I headcanon that his Life series is a virtual reality helmet game he designs and him and his friends all play and broadcast online.

Gem represents the elves. Elves are immortal ,but she is very young. And the newly appointed Empress. Her guardian farm shows and base location show that the Elves have a strong connection and ownership to the Sea.

Scar is also an elf. A very old elf. The first true business tycoon among his people. First, he created the cookie empire. Then, the shipping empire. Elves having ownership of the ocean means he had a full monopoly of shipping trades. Making him incredibly wealthy. He traveled to s8 because he wanted to try on another planet. And did very well with his traveling salemen gig. But coming home, he decided to build a new empire. A media empire. Scarland is his new venture. Along with using his immortality to be a superhero. As his alter ego Hotman. (He also, conviently, makes money off the sales of Hotguy movies and merch.)

Impulse, of course, represents the dwarves. Who have long lived below the surface. In (somewhat) harmony with the elves. The dwarves are also masters at redstone tech magic and Impulse himself is a very successful business man. Owning what is essentially dwarven Walmart.

Pearl represents aliens. Her build is of an alien race who have at some point started colonizing the planet. Terraforming it as they go. Changing the landscape to match the planet they left behind. Pearl's character herself is an undercover agent researching the aliens. Her alter ego is a friendly trash lady. (Since Pearl is represented as moths and the moon. I headcanon she is actually part of the alien race. She just doesn't know it yet herself. She glamored herself to look human but lost her memory. She isn't just any alien, tho. She is also a goddess. But while Bdubs is the god of this planet. She is the god of another (Empires, of course).

In lore, I imagine that the Elves and Dwarves have been on edge with the aliens. And they have a shaky alliance. The aliens now having terrformed so much that they are right on each others doorsteps.

Cleo represents some Atlantean race. I dont know if it's in ruins now or still exists. She, of course, is a gorgan and, on the more fantasy side of the server.

Rendog and Doc both represent corporations who have who have come from space to colonize.

Doc with his world eater and mega farms. He is a scientist who left the Octogan corp and is now trying to kickstart his own venture. His goal is to make everything solarpunk. And besides tearing a literal whole out of the earth, try to be as eco-friendly as possible. His tomato garden being his prized joy.

Rendog has started GIGACORP. And is supposed to be starting up that base of operations. But he got distracted for a while by trying to control the economy and be king. But now that Thats over, he can focus on expanding for Gigacorp.

I imagine, in lore, that the new corps would have a hard time fitting in. People being uncomfortable with outsiders coming in and taking over so much land so quickly.

Keralis represents humans who fell from the stars. His base ties in so nicely to Bdubs. Because they both show humans scrounging for resources to stay afloat. Humans arnt from here, but they are trying to coexist best they can.

Mumbo is a human. But he's more like a man out of time. His character keeps popping in and out of reality and is very disjointed from the storyline. Its like he i did some technology and just poofed away and back on accident.

Zedaph is also human. He is the scientist from last season. Who has enough money that he can now live his life as an eccentric collector.

The end of the Rendog King arc means a new era for the world. It was one that was under unfair rule. The economy in shambles. But now that things are back to normal, life is coming back to the server.

In the form of games!

It had to be noted how impactful Beef's card game has been. So many people love it. And its really kickstarted activity again. People are collabing again!

So, in lore, Beef represents a new card game that is sweeping the world. Possibly a Yugio style one, in terms of scale and popularity, at least. Turning our sci-fi anime into a card game anime!

Etho is building a race track. Adding to the in-world ferver with games. His character fell to the planet in his escape shuttle later than everyone else. But his is now thriving, making a road system and race tracks. (And Bdubs and him might make another horse race track.)

Scar had the charity event, of course. Which also has added many games to the server. And Bdubs has a few games out in the wild. Xisuma has the bone cave elytra challenge. And Cub's Total Choas. Lots of games this season!

So! Thats where the current season sits. I know I missed a lot of people. But I dont watch everyone and some people dont play as often so its harder to say what their place in the story is. Like Cub. I think he also represents humans scrounging and building among ruins. But I dont watch his eps as often.

Anywho. Thats my rundown and lore analysis for season 9! Its pretty exciting all put together. I can totally picture how cool a cartoon set in this world would be. (Makes me want to write a story set in this world.)

What do y'all think?

#hermitcraft #hermicraft season 9 #hermitcraft lore #long post #long text post #my ramblings #my post

[pixiemage]

I saw this DSMP/Hermitcraft concept in a fic a few days back and it hasn’t left my head. It was one of those Hermit!Tommy fics, the ones where he manages to escape Dream’s server, and when he first arrives in Hermitcraft Xisuma recognizes him…but as an “actor”. Everyone seems to be under the impression that the Dream SMP is a fictional narrative, much like the Civil War and Mycelium Resistance plots from Hermitcraft were them just playing around. The DSMP episodes are so popular because the “plot lines” are insane and the “acting” is so believable…and the few rumors going around that maybe it’s not just acting tend to be brushed off as nonsense.

That led me to two concepts: one, that if people really thought the DSMP was all a show, then the Hermits (or other players) finding out it’s all far too real - there would be a hell of a lot of backlash for it. I might need to go back and find that fic and see where the author was going with it.

Two: I’d love to see more stories where the DSMP is, in fact, just a show, and when the cameras aren’t rolling they’re all just friends living in a chaotic server together and roleplaying for fun. Like - they’re trying to film some of the serious dramatic scenes, and they keep having to reshoot because Tommy and Tubbo keep laughing and ruining the shot, or Phil keeps making faces at Wilbur out of sight from the camera, or Dream accidentally hurts someone without meaning to during a staged fight scene and immediately goes “Oh shit, sorry, my bad - hang on - haha, sorry, wait I’ve got a gapple, let me grab it for you–”

I love both concepts and I want more

#dsmp #dream SMP #Hermitcraft

[kotikaleo]

Hi guys! I have some new for you!

I'M GOING TO COMIC CON BALTIC!!

This will be on May 20-22 (just in two weeks!) in Vilnius Lithuania!!

I wasn't sure til the last moment, that's why I'm posting about that only now, but if there are some people that will be there, I will be so happy to meet you!!!

I will be on artist alley, mostly helping my friend, BUT! They let me sell my stuff too! So I will dig out some of my old sticker designs, and also I'm making new merch!!!

That's why i need a bit of your help.

First I will share some of my hermitcraft sticker sketches. Please tell me, are they recognizable? Can you tell who is who without any colors?

Secondly: let's pretend you can buy any merch from me. What would it be? What characters? Hermitcraft, Undertale maybe Hollow Knight? Or OneShot? What format? Just stickers? Or something else?

I need absolutely any opinion, because I have atleast two more spaces, and I might have energy and time to do more, and maybe later, after con, I will be able to sell them online, atleast that's my dream.

So please send me asks! My anon are on if you shy, my dms are open, feel free to add or opinions in tags - I read them all!

#my messy sketches #my wips #actually that's a first wip here for a long time #usually I just spam my Patreon with wips XD #but now I really need to know what do you think #hermitcraft #sorry for using that tag I really want more people to see that qωq

[paperjamzz]

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This account is ~mostly~ gonna be me writing Mcyt fanfictions

(This blog was previously XxstarchildxX but i did some re-branding)

I might also do like art and stuff (maybe fanart but mostly oc art)

Feel free to give requests for these fandoms:

Hermitcraft

Dream smp

Empires smp

Third life/last life/double life/limited life

qsmp

If you have another fandom you want, feel free to ask! i would probably know it :>

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What I write:

Mostly x reader

Maaaaybe Character x character

Fluff

Romance

Maybe angst?

hurt/comfort

Platonic

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poly stuff

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[the-chessboard-is-personal]

Very tiredly made pinned post bc I'm always tired lol

Hi, I'm Knight and this is my personal blog. I go by they/them. Yes Knight is my irl name.

Cadanain or however you spell it. uh. 🇨🇦 <- from there

19, aroace, nonbinary and I FUCKING HATE MOST CAR BRANDS. SHUT UP ON EVERY FUCKING SITE EVER AND BECOME THE DIRT I WALK ON!!!!!!!!!!!

DNI: LGBTQphobes, racists, ableists, misogynists, xenophobes, pedos, nazis, TERFs/FARTs, h.arry p.otter enthusiasts, car enthusiasts, NFTbros

Not extensive but generally if you're a bigot or support bigots fuck off

Fandoms I'm in: chess, steven universe, magic the gathering, baba is you, owl house (NOT s3), minecraft, hermitcraft, life series, lifesteal smp, mario (mostly smm2), gravity falls, fnaf (to an extent), doom .........kind of. yes it is because of myhouse.wad, tadc

Fandoms im Looking at, but unsure of: the magnus archives, the stanley parable, dr stone, full metal alchemist, made in abyss, splatoon

Random shit about me and tags i tag under cut

Don't spoil House of Leaves for me, I'm gonna read it soon i hope!

If you try to start shit in my asks I will make fun of you and then block you (yes anons can be blocked too)

i watched all of soul eater and then proceeded to forget everything that happened because im stupid

I don't fuckign know!!!!!!!!! Redstone!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAHHHHHGG!!

For personal reasons relating to Words (derogatory), do not talk to me about outer space

If you're not in my DNI you're probably a better person than me lol

First ever Chessboard Moment:

#vent for venting

#grasping at straws for reaching out (e.g "help me with a project please?")

#the fuck up won't shut up! for just talking about stuff

#nobody cares huh for stuff I'm actually proud of

#another ruined canvas for art, although most of that will go on @chess-is-art

#look! a blunder! for plugging stuff i have on other sites

#I'm not funny for stuff i add onto when reblogging

#chessboard? sleeping? in this economy? dreams tag

#sticks and stones can break my bones but Words Can Fucking Kill Me for specific vents

#negative iq takes for theories

#cringe comp for videos

#dumb writing for fics

#chessboard saying dumb shit for when I talk to people (rare)

#do you want bad or terrible? Polls

#shitty sleep september Have you seen an entire month's worth of nightmares in a row? WOULD YOU LIKE TO??

#knight and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad pun for puns. yes commas can go in tags. no i will not say how

I tag triggers as #tw [thing] (without the brackets when actual thing is involved) current triggers are #tw sui mention but i might forget to use it once in a while so uhh just block #vent sorry

I don't tag mcyt posts as #minecraft and you shouldn't either! It is #mcyt and the mcyt applicable!

Uh I'll think of more maybe

#tagging thing #pinned

[i-hate-block-men]

...I just remembered, I had a dream last night where in Xisuma’s episode 999, it was apparently suddenly a hardcore series because he died and the series was over and we were never going to get episode 1000, and I was so upset... I’m so glad it was just a dream jghadkfhakf

#xisuma #op #he died from like some kind of mod feature he didnt know about #it was hardcore AND modded apparently #i think he took a bunch of damage landing on the ground coming in too hot on his elytra #and then stepped in some kind of bush or smth that caused damage and killed him #THE TRIDENT BERRY BUSHES???? THEY STRIKE AGAIN #...this might be my first hermitcraft dream maybe

[shadeswift99]

This could be retconed a million ways- but as it stands Keralis really couldn't be in space for months while uploading videos very much not in space as of a few weeks ago. So how do you feel about the kinda angsty theory I have that Tango got knocked out pretty early in flight and is currently dreaming a version of events where 1: his friends are there to support him 2: he has a cool spaceship fight with grumbot 3: he is ultimately successful. If I could guess how this would culminate would be with Tango waking up back on Hermitcraft after emergency landing post moon big plots actual resolution. Triumphantly shouting that he saved the day, only for Holsten to remark "what do you mean you idiot I did all the work." (Referring to the emergency landing) Only for Tango to assume Holsten is just being a jerk and go on believing that he saved everyone.

Ok. Ok ok ok. I'm going to do my best to give that idea due credit because it's extremely good and honestly possibly pretty close to what might be happening, but by pointing out the Keralis thing you've also enabled me to finally talk about the thing I've been thinking ever since the episode -

My personal take on it being:

That's Not Keralis

I have seen nobody talk about this so far. But the one thing I was thinking throughout that entire interaction between Tango and "Keralis" was just...this is off. Wrong with a capital W. When Tango first walks up to the shop and Keralis does the little Pass 'n' Gas jingle, I could have sworn that same clip got directly replayed after Tango walked though the door instead of Keralis just singing it again. And then all through that conversation, Keralis's responses just seemed to Not Quite Line Up, in different ways than just the actual information given.

He answered questions too quickly. He talked for too long after Tango started talking. At times the audio layered over each other in such a disjointed way that I was having trouble focusing, and I've never gotten that from a Tango epsiode before, or from any of the Hermits for that matter. These people are professionals: they have literal years of practice in how to order their speech and wait their turn to build out a good entertainment experience. It stuck out to me at first for that reason, and I wondered why Keralis was being so oblivious to the flow of conversation, but then as things went on it started to get downright unnerving. As in, pause-the-video-and-reload-it-for-a-sanity-check, no-way-in-hell-is-this-just-lag unnerving.

Something about the way it all came together, the way the conversation deteriorated over time, the way neither of them ever acknowledged it...it was almost like "Keralis" was just repeating lines. Stitching together collections of gathered words and phrases into hack-job new meanings, like too-long bones shoved into a hollow, floppy skin. Like someone - or something - making itself into a collage of Keralis out of salvaged and stolen scraps of personality.

Okay, maybe it's a little bit of a reach. Maybe I'm extrapolating too much. But you're right: he couldn't have been there that long. He couldn't have been there that long, and Tango co-owns Pass 'n' Gas, and wouldn't he know if they had a space location? Keralis claimed to be "making bank out here". Pass 'n' Gas profits are split. Why did Tango never see a cut?

But he didn't question it. He looked right into these eyes

And he didn't question a thing.

I'm not saying there's a mildly hypnotic alien scamming people and pretending to be Keralis in a fake Pass 'n' Gas in space. But I'm certainly not saying there isn't one.

#ask #Hermitcraft spoilers #keralis #tangotek #PLEASE SOMEONE TELL ME I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO NOTICED THAT #it was full uncanny valley WEIRD #just the rising sense of Oh Shit This Feels Wrong all through that conversation was #so unexpected and so subtle but so There #like it could just be voice mod lag but no - no it couldn't have #voice mod lag would *increase* the gap between people speaking as the questions and responses took longer to process #this was a decrease - #yeah i don't care if my theory is right or not it's weird and I'm sticking to it #there's a Not-Keralis and I'm not sure what its goal or origin is but it can't be good #also. also. #*frantic waving of signal flags in a Solar-ward direction* #/Keralis mimic，you say??/ #shade rambles

[thespoonisvictory]

first anon in the "future talk" tag here (yes, i am still around haha) and wow, did my predictions hold up. it might be because i was here when MCYT originally went downhill in 2016-2017 too.

the dream smp is definitely dying. the most i could see is a small group banding together for one specific storyline (quackity, wilbur, tubbo, tommy, dream, etcetera) to wrap up, and maybe turn it into a "ooo maybe we'll do lore every once in a while as an epilogue oooo!" thing after an official "conclusion," but other than that.... yeah, it's dead

i agree with all of the "fandom won't die out takes." most of my friends have moved on from it, but they all still have some semblance of attachment and do still make content. i think after it "ends," theres going to be a few months where it's still sort-of big, and the ao3 tags are still gonna be flooded with 14-year-old's vent fics, then it'll die off and a few prominent artists, accounts, and fic authors will reign (mainly on tumblr, as twitter seems to have a much shorter attention span). i'll probably write another fic or two on c!wilbur and c!tommy myself (i'm actually the author of "i can't stand your taste in my mouth," aka @.midastwt on ao3) before wrapping up unless i get a very good idea

if you want my opinion on where the creators are gonna go after this? most of them are gonna branch off to variety or an offline gig (such as tommy with vlogging, tubbo/ranboo variety streams, wilbur music, etcetera) while doing minecraft from time to time. i don't think any of them will up and abandon it, they seem to enjoy it too much. i think the longer-term and older mcyters (technoblade, skeppy, badboyhalo, hbomb, philza, etcetera) are going to stick what they've always done, and stay with minecraft mainly

the people i see struggling will be dream, sapnap, and george. i think sapnap has the most potential to hold a "variety streamer" position, but his popularity's gonna die out (similar with karl). george is.... george, but i think his fanbase is a lot more loyal and dedicated

while dream has a huge fanbase, he also has, allegedly, nothing planned next. he barely streams, least of all what his brand was made of, he barely uploads videos, his music is mediocre at best and is disliked by the wider music scene and basically just kept up by his fans, he has the most controversy, and the wider minecraft scene seems to be getting more and more pissed off at him by the day

we're most likely to see a lot of mcyt content settle back down into mainly small streamers and smps hosted by professionals and veterans of the community. hermitcraft will keep going, the people associated will make other smps and get others involved, and things will return to normal for the community, just slightly bigger

2022-2023, in my mind, are going to be at 2019-scale or smaller (considerably bigger than 2017-2018, with a few big popular creators, but nothing too much). and there's probably gonna be a new revival soon after that, as the kids who grew up with dream and tommyinnit and technoblade rekindle their love of minecraft, and go back to it, and then the cycle will continue

smart anon I am so sorry for requesting ur wisdom then not answering it for like a month <3

anyway I think most of this is very correct, here are my assorted thoughts on the matter:

big agree on the dsmp. still afraid to officially declare it dead because they have fooled me before, but yeah. I would like to see them at least get a proper ending off though

big Big agree on most old school mcyt staying the same, and with new mcyt finding variety niches. I think tubbo def has a place in the larger twitch community where I don't see ranboo's fame sticking as much long term tbh.

I don't think wilbur is abandoning twitch anytime soon, but you can def see that he is finding that success outside of content creation platforms with Lovejoy. his ability to retain such a solid and large audience even post dsmp hype, along with the more patient and loyal fanbase he's garnered, is going to serve him really well as an indie artist. he's one of the only streamers who's maintained the majority of his growth during the dsmp, and his infrequent but just frequent enough stream schedule and new music hype is only helping to foster that. good job wilbur!

plus, given his track record of finding fame where you least expect it, I doubt he's going anywhere fast

tommy is very interesting to me. already you can see vlogs and the hype around them dying down, although this is definitely partially due to colder weather, but they aren't pulling the blockbuster views they did before as people adjust to it just being a normal thing for creators to vlog together. I'd love to see him sink his teeth into another solid project like the mod videos or his dsmp writing, bc he 100% has the strengths to keep his audience with around, but rn he's bleeding interest

I think most sbi and dteam adjacent streamers are going to settle back down into <10k or probably <5k viewerships, and those smart enough to stick to their brand and provide consistent content will remain on the scene. niki immediately strikes me as someone who has garnered quite a loyal and retainable fanbase by not adhering to trends or collabs with big ccs, where as jack.. not so much (not that I don't love him tho <3)

big agree with the dteam stuff

last thing is that I don't think it's going to shrink quite to 2019 size simply because of just how much larger the audience pool is, but I see the fan climate becoming much more similar

anyway friendly reminder I love all of these ccs and think they are all much cooler and more talented than me. I could not do their jobs half as well, I just like speculating.

#critical #dream critical #not rly but for blacklist #future talk #also send asks abt this if u want smile #this is my fav topic #but be nice pls

[frombeyondtheblackhole]

Hermit DSMP Swap AU: Part 7

[I knew that this was going to happen one of these days XP I posted this on the wrong blog at first. XP ok, now it is fixed]

Grian sored through the sky, far to his right the sun sat on the horizon glowing across the water, as he followed the coast. As soon as the day was reset he had gone to his base and shoved a couple of things in a shulker box before heading off to X’s base.

It wasn’t long before the purple top of the portal tower came into view. Grian circled down and skipped to a stop in front of X’s house. Ok, so maybe he was a bit early. Xsiuma was nowhere in sight.

Grian hesitated then knocked on the front door. A couple minutes and X came to the door, he was wearing a t-shirt and sweats, and yawned, running a hand through rumpled hair.

“You're punctual,” X chuckled, “Come on in,” he moved aside to let Grian enter, “I was just getting a morning nap to keep the phantoms off. Spent too many all nighters already trying to fix this,” He shrugged, closing the door behind Grian and moving over to some barrels set against the wall and rummaging around inside.

“Oh, I’m sorry for bothering you. I can come back later if you would rather do this then.”

“Nah, don’t worry about it. Want some coffee?” He asked, pulling speed, regen and fire res pots from the barrel and setting them down on an empty furnace top.

“Sure” Grian shrugged looking around. The interior was sparsely decorated, there was an oak wood floor and exposed roof rafters overhead. Chests and barrels lined one of the longer walls with a crafting table and furnace nearby. There was a bed shoved into a back corner. But that was it as far as furniture went.

X got two mugs out of a chest and started mixing the potions “Sorry about the poor excuse for an interior. To be honest I hadn’t done anything before George showed up and I had to throw something together quickly for him. Do you take speed one or two in your coffee?” He added.

“Juse one, and don’t worry about the interior, did you see the inside of my base last season,” Grian laughed.

“True,” X shrugged, stirring a little fire res into the coffee to heat it up before handing Grian his mug.  

Grian held the mug up to his nose and took a deep inhale, letting out a long sigh of contentment. “Gotta love that smell,”

X closed his eyes and took a long draught before opening them again looking at Grian. Despite the tiredness still hovering behind his eyes he was back in business mode. “Alright, we can go ahead and get started. I really should do something about a table and chairs though.” He added as he started to look around for some supplies.

“Don’t worry about it,” Grian assured, “We can sit outside on the steps, it’s a beautiful morning. Besides, we'll probably want some space to work. Admin stuff might not take up much space but Watcher magic works a little differently.”

“Oh sure, Just let me get my shoes on,” X said. He summoned a pair of boots and the rest of his armor from his inventory and hurriedly started to put them on. Grian wordlessly took X’s coffee mug from him so he could use his hands without spilling on himself and then went out to sit on the steps and wait for X.

He took a sip of his coffee. The sunrise was almost over but the view was still beautiful. Grian remembered X had mentioned he was planning on building a massive statue that would fill up the sky.

X came out to join him, now dressed in his full suit of pink armor, and sat down on the step beside him taking his mug back as Grian handed it to him. His visor was up and he took another sip of his coffee before speaking “So what did you have in mind? You said you wanted to try some things. I’ve done about everything I could think of on my own.

“Yeah, first I just wanted you to give me admin permissions to leave, like you would whitelist someone. From what they were saying it sounded like their admin could give people permission to leave if he wanted to.”

“Yeah, sure. Sounds like a plan, tell me when you're ready,” X said, pulling up his HUD and setting his mug aside on the step beside him.

Grian also set his mug down and stood up “Alright- wait, did you ever actually get around to whitelisting me? I mean, it’s not like I was exactly invited in the first place. This might not work if I’m not whitelisted properly.”

“Yeah,” X nodded “I whitelisted you when we did the last server reset. As far as I can tell your connection to the server is stable.”

“Alright then, X, fire away,” Grian said, stretching.

X typed in the command and then looked back at Grian when finished “It’s done.”

“Alright, I’ll let you know how this goes,” Grian said, rubbing his hands together, soft purple sparks flying as his eyes start to glow. With a sweep of his arm he ripped a gash in reality, edged with purple void, and passed through.

Grian stands in the void where the server dwells, purple currents and mist swirl and push around him. It feels cold against his skin. He shivers. He never liked lingering in the void, it was too open, too vulnerable. Grian flaps his wings and lifts off, the mist billowing around him. He feels no resistance as he leaves the Hermitcraft Server’s domain. It seems like X’s permissions worked.

Grian turns his attention to the Dream SMP Server, he Immediately feels the mist grow thick and warm, clawing at him as he fights to stay airborne. A current knocks him askew and he flaps his wings frantically to regain control.

Slam!

He runs full force into a barrier. Stunned, he starts falling. Falling forever. Grian thinks of Hermitcraft and he can feel the soft mist of the server welcome him. He struggles to twist himself around, ripping an exit in the air below him as he falls.

Grian came tumbling through into the light and Xisuma jumped up from the steps. “Grian! What happened? Oh gods you're bleeding!”

Grian shakily picked himself up, his head throbbing. He touched his hand to his nose and it came away red. “Oh, so I am,” He muttered. “Ow,” He added as his eyes tried to adjust to the bright light of day. Was it this bright when he left? “I just-”

“Sit, sit down, you don’t look so good,” Xisuma insisted, helping Grian sit back on the step.

Grian didn’t protest “Oof, that was even worse than the first time I tried to get into that server. It’s really locked itself off”

“But what happened?”

“Um... for lack of a better explanation, I flew straight into a wall. When I am in the void I can usually move between server’s just by thinking about them. But the Dream SMP is the only server that is Watcher proof. It basically put up a fight and refused to let me in.” Grian explained.

“Hum,” X muttered rubbing the chin of his helmet as he took in the information.

“I’ve still got a couple more things we can try though. We can try and simulate the server reset and if that doesn't work, I might be able to make a special portal to-”

“Oh no you don’t, you’re done for today,” X interrupted “We need to get you checked out and make sure you don’t have a concussion,”

“I’m fine,” Grain protested, standing up and trying to force himself to focus... ok so maybe he had a concussion.

[Notes: Ok, so I wasn’t planning on giving Grian a concussion but sometimes these things just happen. It’ll make things interesting. Hope you all enjoyed this.]

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[archetypal-archivist]

Tommyinnit and Hermitcraft- Heartstone P.2

So, a little while back I wrote piece titled Tommyinnit and Hermitcraft- Heartstone (linked here) which was inspired by the works of @petrichormeraki and @redorich, who popularized the AU of Tommyinnit from the Dream SMP getting dropped into Hermitcraft somehow and summarily getting adopted by the entire server. I, in my infinite wisdom, decided “yes, but also angst” and spat out a solid 1500+ words with a cliffhanger at the end because it was getting ridiculous and I had yet more to write. This is another 1500+ words of continuation. 

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It's not easy, knowing things. Joe knows more things than most, and oh, how it eats at him sometimes. He jokes with Cleo that between the two of them and their dogs, they are perhaps the leading experts on being chewed on, but she never laughs at that joke. He can't help but wonder why, his thoughts drifting as he lies still and silent in her arms, curled up together on his bed in the winery. Her orange hair tickles his nose as he moves to bury his face in her shoulder a bit more, her cool breath ghosting over the sticky tear tracks that still line his cheeks. All the things that remain unsaid lie between them, but their silent agreement binds them together tighter still. And indeed silence is the name of the game, however much he wishes it wasn't necessary- everything will work out in due time, he knows. But oh, how it aches that he can't say anything more on the matter, not even to her.

"Cleo?" The zombie woman makes a soft inquiring noise, politely ignoring how his voice cracks on the syllables. "Are we doing the right thing?" Her grip tightens again, almost crushingly so, and Joe goes limp at the implied rebuke. Be it right or wrong, his silence must be ensured- he knows so much that if he said anything, it'd all come pouring out. A real modern-day Cassandra, verbal fountain and harbinger of doom in one. No, best to stay cryptic when he can and silent when he can't- and if even his silence fails, Cleo is there, sword in hand, ready to keep him quiet.

He should not take comfort from that. But here, wrapped up in his best friend's embrace, utterly at her mercy and all the safer for it... He does anyway.

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Joe and Cleo aren't in a romantic relationship, but it would not be amiss to call them platonic life partners in this universe. Joe has been seeing things for as long as he can remember, the exact mechanics are strange and baffling at best, and if he tries to actually do any Science to figure out how this stuff works, the magic changes to spite him. It's led to a lot of unfortunate visions of peanut butter and how the server generally tends to misuse the stuff (Etho sometimes using it instead of slime in a sticky piston is a milder example), so after enough peanut visions to make him allergic on principle, Joe tends to just let the visions come as they may. The only hard-coded bit that comes with them is that anyone living who hears his prophecies won't believe them and will have something bad happen to them as a result. Cleo, being a zombie, is a special exception to the rule. She's only alive in the most technical of senses, so while bad things still happen to her if she hears Joe speak about his experiences, she at least will believe him.

Which is why she is so determined to not know more about whatever is going on with Tommy. When Joe had rushed in a month ago, tears streaming down his cheeks and glasses barely hanging onto his face, she had merely put down the book she had been reading and had opened her arms wide to him. Convincing him that she would not betray his trust or break his heart had been hard, but she had known it was worth it. How can it be anything but, when Joe had looked at her then as if she was the most precious being on the planet and had immediately thrown himself into her arms, bursting out into troubled tears? He offered to tell her the full story, eyes wet and longing, and her long-dead heart ached at the trust he is giving her- but she is far too selfish to give that up. So she had turned him down, smile on her lips.

Even when he whispered, voice hoarse, that they wouldn't be seeing Tommy for a while. Even when he shuddered and shook in her arms, fragile as glass in her grip. Even when he begged her to ask, just ask, please, it's too much... She did not ask. If she asked, he would tell her, and then she would be hurt and his heart would break because it would be his words that had hurt her. She would not, cannot, will never inflict that upon him, or let him inflict that upon anyone else. (Of all the heads in her collection, the one she has most of is Joe's.)

She simply asks him if there will be a satisfying ending, and when he says yes, she asks no more. Everything will be okay, in the end. So long as there is that much, so long as she has Joe in her arms and the comfortable silence stretches out between them, then she will be content.

(At the foot of their bed, deep in Joe's winery where the barking is muffled and the light cannot touch them, there lies a chest of heads. Inside it, nestled among the many faces of the dead, rests an old iron sword bearing the name Hush. It's blade is rusty from disuse, but if Cleo ever decides that she isn't satisfied, well. There are ways of dealing with that.)

(Things will be okay. She'll make sure of it.)

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Philza was no stranger to death. A veteran of a hardcore world, where even the very earth was out to kill him, he had seen his fair share of deaths and had dealt out even more. Usually just to the local mobs and wildlife, but there was still the occasional player dropped into his world by the cruel hands of the Void as a sort of "apology" for leaving him alone, bereft of his sons. As if some random strangers could ever fill the Void in his heart.

Most of them had wandered off upon seeing him, more interested in escape than any companionship he could offer them, and he'd inevitably see their death messages in the otherwise silent chat a few days later. Others would approach him, some curious, some desperate for kindness- he gave them none, was often intentionally cruel just to drive them away. He had the Void in his heart and the Void had him, and he ached and ached for what he could not have. Anything less would be a pale imitation, a mockery of the love he was desperate to return to. He tried not to think about how those kind strangers would also come to meet their ends, often more messily than those that had decided to leave him be to begin with.

Then there were the rare few with... less than gentle intentions. (Blood for the Blood gods, no matter the universe.)

Theirs were the deaths he regretted the least, but the blood still gave him nightmares. For all that he loved his sons, he never understood their love for glory, be it found in conquering other nations or the sticky ooze of a dying foe. Maybe that's why he had spent so much of his time with his elder sons when he returned, the Void finally releasing him from his hardcore prison. Just a father's attempt at understanding, even if it left his youngest at loose ends.

But the problem with loose ends, he had come to find, is that the world had a way of setting them to rights- either by tying them back into the grand narrative, or by cutting them out entirely. For months after Dream had come to him, apology on his lips and charred shoe in hand, he had believed that Tommy's fate had been the latter. He had  mourned his son as if such was the case, weeping openly at the news for the first time in years. (He wasn't the only one, though- Technoblade was an only child now and he was not taking it well.) It was only when Tubbo came to him with his compass to ask about its ever-spinning needle that he felt a spark of hope, for a compass that spun was not a compass linked to a dead soul- simply a lost one. Such hope was justified when, six months later, Technoblade burst into his house with a snarl on his lips and a smile in his eyes. Tommy had returned.

And as Phil stood, back straightening and wings spread wide, hope bloomed in his chest like hanahaki, choking him with love right down to his core. Tommy had returned, despite everything.

And Philza would not let him go again.

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For all that Tommy might have been... gone for at least a month now on the Hermitcraft server and life has significantly slowed down for all involved, by no means has it stopped entirely. The shops are still stocked, the torches are replaced when the old ones burn out, Hermits still go out and see each other, if less often than before. Xisuma, in fact, instates a series of mandatory meetings every week or so as a way of making sure that everyone is still alive- a bit of reassurance that no one else has died in the time interim. Even the hermits who prefer to keep to themselves show up, such as Tinfoilchef, Joe, and Cleo, although the latter two remain distinctly separate from everyone else on the server during the meetings, their refusal to take a side alienating them from the rest. Grian, broken though he may be, also comes, usually in the arms of Iskall or with a vacant smile on his face depending on the state of his mental health on the given day. His presence is also alienating, as most of the hermits don't quite know what to say around him and thus will give him and Iskall a bubble of space to themselves during the meetings. Mumbo is the only one to cross the divide, standing loomingly tall at Iskall's back, as if daring anyone to say something potentially hurtful to either of his friends.

Frankly, the entire concept of weekly meetings is a bit of a mess. Xisuma stands at the front with Keralis at his back, voice and posture more and more tired with every meeting and Keralis standing just a bit closer, a silent show of support (ready if his admin ever needs some physical support too). The prognosis is usually a mix of dull stuff and hopeless stuff- lag is better than it has been in years, the Chestmonster shop is out again, Tommy still has not been... found. It's not exciting exactly, but the tension during the reporting stage is palpable as everyone waits to hear if something else has gone wrong. It's a bit like being on the front lines- horrible, drawn-out minutes of tedium as everyone holds their breath, waiting to see if another bombshell will drop but knowing that they have to be there, because some warning is infinitely better than seeing a death message in chat one day and not knowing if that person will ever make it back.

In addition to this is the tension that comes from the server being split in three- the believers, the mourners, and those too damaged or too caught up in their own narratives or too neutral to swing to one side or the other.

The meetings are where the most near-fights happen, and Xisuma is so, so tired of having to be the sane one these days. (The benefit of a helmet, he's come to find, is that no one can see you cry.)

(He doesn't take it off much anymore.)

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It's after one such meeting that Zedaph finds himself cooped up in his base, eyes burning with unshed tears and feet dangling out into the Void as he sits at the bottom of the hole in his base, the one that goes straight to bedrock and then even further still. The chill is a welcome distraction from his own inner turmoil, and for all that it's dangerous to be sitting so near to the edge of the world, he can't find it in himself to move away form its cold comfort. After all, Tommy can't have died permanently, right? So sitting there is perfectly safe. He has to believe that. He has to.

The meetings are tough on everyone, but sometimes Zedaph wonders if they are a bit worse for him than they are for the rest. It can't be normal that the first thing he does after every meeting is burst into panicked tears as soon as he gets back to his base, as he's certainly never felt such deep fear and relief after the meetings they had before the Incident. And yet, as soon as the iron door of his base sncks shut behind him, he drops down into the Void hole, sits at the edge, and bawls his eyes out. It's kinda funny- he's shed more tears in the last month than he has in his entire life so far. And all for a boy he had known for less than a year.

During this particular day, however, something odd happens. When he sits down for a good cry, it feels like there's the slightest of breezes coming off the Void beneath his feet, chilling him right down to his bones. It's cold, yes, but a welcome relief as he feels a bit like he's burning up from the inside out. Every moment he spends with Tango and Impulse is stifling, as with them he has to shove himself into a hateful mold he never wanted for himself. He doesn't like being angry, and being angry alongside his best friends is hardly any better. If he had it his way, he would have curled up in bed and simply slept the horror away, only waking when the nightmare was over and he could go play mini golf and Among Us with Tango, Impulse, and Tommy again. Instead, his love for his friends demands that he supports them in all their endeavors, even if their goals these days seem to run a little closer to "get them all killed" than is comfortable.

But yes. The breeze. It feels like ice on his skin and sends every nerve in his legs buzzing. It has a distinct smell to it too, like TV static, ozone, and that sensation you get after you brush your teeth and go take a big gulp of cold water. It's... odd. But vaguely comforting. And as the tears finally well up in his eyes and drip down his cheeks, as he lets himself sob for all the friends- both new and old- he's lost, he finds that it's exactly what he needs.

And if Zedaph would only listen a little closer, let himself see beyond his broken heart, perhaps he would hear the whisper on the wind, too.

Everything will be okay. I'll make sure of it.

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Evil X has his own troubles to deal with. He had been present when Tommy had died, if watching from the wrong side of their dimension. Lost in the Void with nothing better to do, he had often found himself watching his friend go about his day. With space and time being as screwy as they were in the Void, he could find himself taking three steps and then would be watching Tommy go from sleeping over at BDub's base to having "breakfast" with Rendog. So when Grian and Tommy had gone out End-busting that fateful day, of course he had been watching.  And that was all he could do- watch- as he saw his best friend fall to his apparent death, that little line of code that signaled "perma-death" flashing once, twice, and then glowing a deep, ominous red.

But that wasn't the end of it, even as his dull and bruised heart stuttered in his chest at the sight.

Like a redstone pulse lighting up everything around it, that red glow set off a cascading chain reaction that rippled up and down Tommy's code until it eventually trailed out to wherever his code stretched out into the Void. There, it must have severed something because before he could even call for help, his friend's code yanked inwards and away, slingshotting the whole mess into the distant darkness beyond, leaving naught but a vague impression on the inside of his eyelids behind. It was... awful. One of the scariest things he had ever seen, perhaps second only to watching his brother, stern-faced and cold, send him off to the Void once again. But for all that it hurt to see that red glow and watch in mute horror as the server he had once tried to destroy shake itself apart at the seams, there was still hope.

The code was gone, yes, but not unraveled, not destroyed. Merely... transported. Moved. Like a file being sent from one computer to another, or a player teleporting between servers. Tommy's code vanishing like that was cause for alarm, yes, but somewhere out there in the vastness of the Void, it lingered still- and it had left a faint impression of itself in its wake. That meant there was hope.

Evil X- and by proxy, his twin Xisuma- were voidwalkers, beings specifically designed to see, understand, and even modify the world's code. Were he anything else, he surely would have perished by now, his consciousness scattered across the Void as it was. And having been in exile for so long, he had gotten to be adept at seeing the seams between worlds and reading the truths of existence as the Void had intended for her children. If anyone could follow that faint trail, could get Tommy back, it would be him.

For the first time in a long time, Evil X had hope. And hope is a vicious motivator indeed.

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TBC :)

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[riacte]

HBomb watching Grian’s world tour.

It’s like 1h 30mins long with the commentary. Here’s some highlights lol. Keep in mind most of this is paraphrased :P

*seeing Grian has 61 eps* Hermitcraft is nuts. They are so invested and talented.”

“Did they makes little railing things to send messages to each other? That’s the cutest thing ever. It’s like when you’re living on treehouses with your next door neighbour.” OK HBOMB WAIT TILL YOU SEE THE SEASON WHEN REN AND FALSE LITERALLY LIVE IN THE SAME AREA.

Grian, about the mansion: It’s lacking soul

H: WHERE??

H FREAKING OUT ABT STRESS’S BUTTERFLIES

About Grian’s chest monsters: “I’m starting to realize me and Grian have a lot in common.”

“You can give villagers dragon heads?”

He was stunned into silence by Scar’s Big Dig. For like fifteen seconds. Just gaping.

About the Big Dig: that’s more work by Scar than we put into Dream SMP

AND YEAH HE HASN’T EVEN SEEN THE SHOPPING DISTRICT???

About Mumbo’s base: “This is so beautiful”

H said people really under appreciate Minecraft grass and leaves. YEAH HE’S ON TEAM HEP LMAO.

He smiled so much at Grian and Mumbo’s shenanigans lol.

He screamed “ISKALL!” the moment the Omega Tree came into view. And he proudly told chat “I KNOW THAT GUY!”

H legit made the POG face when he saw Stress’ base. “I thought they all lived super far from each other.” “I know Stress too!! She’s on Vault Hunters!”

“I wanna see more of the dragonflies”

“Renpog renpog renpog? That’s my MCC9 Teammate”

About Ren: “he’s nuts”

About Ren’s Darth Vader base: “this would take me a full year to build”

AND THEN REN SAID “<3 <3 <3” in chat

“We love Ren in this chat. Ren’s out of his mind.”

Now he said Ren put in more effort than everyone on DSMP except Sam.

Grian: I struggle with terraforming

H: I struggle with everything compared to the Hermitcrafters.”

“It’s so crazy!” H said while massaging his head.

“Mumbo Baggins.”

“I forgot about Keralis! I haven’t watched him in so long.”

H also stared at Keralis’ build for ten seconds just making the Pog face.

“I can’t tell how big that is. 30 blocks or 300.”

“I feel like there’s always 40 people on the server.” Good try, H. Lol.

Grian fell down Keralis’ hotel’s elevator chute but flew himself to safety. “Grian’s at 3 hearts. Thank God’s he’s so good with an elytra.”

H about graffiti: “Oh I love this”

H saw the Keralis Bee in front of X’s base and instantly made the same face.

Grian admitted he doesn’t watch his friends.

H: as a content creator, it’s very awkward to watch your friends. 100%.

He said Etho was the first MCYT he fanboyed over aaaa

About Etho’s base: ohh it’s so cool

“I love that the beacon is going through the end crystal!”

About Wel’s base:

Grian: I don’t think he’s on very much

H: that’s more than I built in my lifetime

H confusedly squinting and peering at Zedaph’s base lmaoo

About Tango’s base: “that looks straight out of a Doctor Suess novel. I LOVE IT. I LOVE THESE TWO (Tango and Impulse’s) BUILDINGS.”

About Impulse’s base: the quartz and water combined look really cool

Grian, about Impulse’s base: is this mega?

H: y e s

Grian: no

H: that thing is freaking huge. I’ll say that’s mega. That’s huge. It’s mega.

Grian: it’s not mega

H: it goes down the water IT’S MEGA

H ARGUING WITH GRIAN ABOUT MEGA

H stared at Tango’s base for fifteen secs. “I love it. I love it. Chat, have I ever told you I love it.”

“Did he make an iron farm with ravagers?!”

Grian: I don’t know what I’m doing with farms

H: I don’t know what I’m doing 24/7

LMAO BOTH H AND GRIAN BEING CONFUSED BY TANGO’S PEASHOOTER CREEPER FARM

HE RECOGNIZED FALSE’S BASE AYYYY

“She’s nuts, chat”

“When I raid False, I ask my chat to ask her to show her base because it’s so freaking cool”

Grian: is False’s base mega

Grian: this is juuuuust mega

H, screaming: JUST? I’m gonna throw hands with Grian

H: LET’S TALK. CHAT.

Then he proceeded to talk about False’s water at the bottom of her base and how she had to place water sources and blocks (chat told him she used ice, but hey it’s the thought that counts)

“That’s insane, chat!! It’s so cool!”

“I’m ready to throw hands with Grian.”

He wanted to win the mega argument with Grian lol. “Hbomb VS Grian.”

“I actually don’t know what Grian looks like irl. He might beat me up.”

H stared at Cleo’s armour stands. “OHH THAT’S SICK!”

“WHY IS SHE ABLE TO MAKE BETTER MINECRAFT CREATURES THAN MOJANG. EXPLAIN.”

“I’m still mad at you on the megabase thing. Other than that, we’re good.”

He watched False make the Nether hub on Twitch.

Grian: X made this Nether build-

H: X gonna give it to ya

“Ren and False are just built differently.”

H’s face legit froze when he saw Cub’s base. And he bellowed “WHY?!”

H: size matters

“Link’s ready to throw hands with Grian” (Link is H’s dog)

“He managed to make our Targay look absolutely irrelevant.”

“Do you think they’ll let me on to play with them? Just for like, twenty minutes? 🥺👉👈”

“THAT IS DOPE!!”

“Walls made out of ancient debris. Jesus Christ. WHY?!”

Pomo, donation: impulse once raised his base by one block bcz he thought it looked better

H: oh no

“Imagine there was an ancient debris wall on the Dream SMP, chat. It would be there for an hour. Maybe two. Maybe.”

“Doc was another Minecracker”

He was so relieved when he saw Joe’s stuff lol. Since people can be “normal”.

About Mt. Goatmore: OHH THAT’S DOPE!

He went to a Bdubs meet up when he was in college. And had a photo and autograph of Bdubs and Gen.

“Yo that cliff is dope”

About Bdubs’ castle: I won’t be surprised if he used diamond blocks.

“I love how Bdubs use the nether wood trapdoors.”

He loved the anvil droppers thing and said he’s gonna steal the idea. He also mentioned Beef and Mindcrack.

H is such a HC stan now lol. AND HE WANTS TO PLAY THE HC MINIGAMES. PLEASE LET THE MAN ON. Also he’s gonna vibe so well with Grian. Not only do they have similar views in MCC but also in a lot of other things (don’t watch their friends, chest monsters, etc).

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