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bipbopdepmop · 5 months

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man I love hermitcraft. just. there's so much love in it, at the end of the day. its a conversation a connection a partnership between creators and creations. every block is planned and placed with thought and care. every build has a story. countless hours, days, weeks are poured into the planning and the gathering and the building and the recording and editing and releasing. if you follow the season from beginning to end, you watch the story get written and there's something so special about that.

just. take a moment. remember the stories.

see, scarland, years in the making, a dream made reality. a magical, whimsical place of colours and brimming with life! as grian put it, everything you make contains a part of your soul. and it's so full of light and goodness, vibrance and energy.

see, decked out two, dungeon of doom and terror. the ravagers and the wardens and the vex and even good ol one eyed willie. see the redstone, tangled and infinite and moving and changing. see the citadel itself, see the games they played. the final runs, the group stumbling after each other, laughing and dying and hunting and dying and laughing, laughing, laughing.

see the museums, standing tall and proud. light and dark, cluttered and open. king's reign, empires, the whole history of two years at your fingertips, meticulously gathered and collected. see the hidden secrets and stories all waiting for us to explore.

see the pinball machine, every block placed to scale. see the exterior, galaxies hand-picked by eye and a photo.

see the charity stream area, the minigames they played and the chairs they sat in. see how much money they raised, how many people they helped.

see the ugly as sin starter house, and remember.

see the minigames, bin-go and blood on the clocktower and false's elytra course and the blue river raceway and countless others that I'm sure I'm forgetting.

the bases. all the bases. bdubs and his amazing builds, straight out of a painting. doc and his massive perimeter, walls depicting ancient myths, telling ancient stories. grian and his rift, bringing us to other lands, other stories. scar and scarland, oh scarland, the stuff of hopes and dreams. cleo's atlantis and jevin's castle and xisuma's skull and impulse's dwarven forge and gem's elven palace and pearl's alien landscape and false's amazing castle and stress and iskall's western area and keralis's amazing city and zedaphs wacky zany zedvancements and so many more.

and a note on grian's signs of affirmation in his finale. see the care and respect the hermits have for each other. hermits helping hermits, both the group and the action.

the king storyline, the resistance assistance, the soup group! empires crossover, the pranks, the secret santa, all the events! decked out opening, again, the charity stream!!! friends of hermitcraft, skizz and martyn and even that one guy, hbomb, coming to play. make-a-wish visits. the buttercups vs. doc and the great filling of the perimeter. the button! alive to the end. the TCG!!! jevin's egg hunt. tango's astral library, and the nether tunnel system, more efficient than ever before!

hermitcraft is a love letter to art and creation, to friends (family). and above all it's a love letter to us. the viewers. without us it wouldn't be possible, at the scale it is today.

I love hermitcraft and I hope you do too. the hermits love hermitcraft. and they love you too.

this post came around again on my dash and it is a nice end bit to this: a message from scar.

#i know I'm forgetting a lot #theres so so much more but I am only one person and it is three am #so. put it in the tags?#hermitcraft #hermitcraft smp #this might be incoherent but yeah #i just. feels.#hermitcraft forever <3

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yellowsomethings · 6 months

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beans exchange letter 2023

hi its us thebeans you have been selected to secret us a santa !! this is going to be a bit of a tutorial letter so everyone else knows what exchange letters are like, so rest assured it will be as comprehensive as i can manage. remember that you do not need to fulfill All of the conditions the recipient lists, just at least one of them to the best of your ability. woo

want:

1. hermits

big fan of grian, scar, mumbo, ren, doc, bdubs, zed, joe hills, things of this nature. i think the slapfight goes here if it goes anywhere. we have seen seasons 6/7/8/9 and a little of season 5 so if you go before that we will probably be Confused but Willing To Roll With It. idk theres the wonderful world of hermits and crafting

2. lifes

you are probably well aware the extent to which we like the life series. things you could cover include property police kiss on the mouth secret life (or property police cold patrol new life which isn't getting its own entire bullet but it's a thing), treebark slash fairydog slash renb, toxic yaoi majorwood, the bad boys, last life grumbo, idk get silly with it !! slash p or slash r it is all good <- applies to all listed items in this letter not just here

3. empires

empires:). for season 1 there's flower husbands; you could do kathgempearl or some duo permutation; arenaduo; the whole wra tbh; smallidarizzie trio; scott and xornoth content (you could write the one billionth postcanon xornoth finds out what happened fic if you wanted). for season 2 HEAVENTRIO OBVIOUSLY; or arenaduo again or hallelujahduo or roundhousekickduo which i still need to come up with a better name for; best buds jim and joel; kathgem; pixlriffs; the crossover; fairytale trio i also like; maybe some olieddie as a treat if you're so inclined

4. eswap

free space basically. scottpearl !!!!!!! or arenaduo or kathgempearl again (or duo permutation) or pearl and pix bonding maybe idk what the state of eswap is gonna be pixwise by the end of november. or if some other part of eswap compels you then go for it. you might wanna write the watcher grian crossover idea that jay2 had that one time. up to u :D

5. pirates/rats

yeah babyyyyyy this is the writing to pander to littlesound zone. i love datastream martyn interacting with this-is-just-their-world other characters such as oli or sausage or olive or shelby or owen or scar or other people that don't start with the letters o and s. kisstrels obviously (including shep and shub); you could do property police with martyn and safety rat; farmer rat scott, baker rat lizzie, he had a pretty sweet bond with will. maybe mratyn watching as oli tries and fails to seduce the butler with cringefail affection in his eyes. maybe mratyn trying and failing to seduce one of the brown wild dogs at the edge of the grounds while scott looks on in disappointment. p!bek is canonically aroace so if you write pirate bekel you'd probably get Comments about it but like if you don't fear the fandom then fuck it. SPEAKING OF:

6. witchcraft

YURI OPPORTUNITY AGAIN BUT FOR BEK INSTEAD! beky's finally figured out her witchcraft bek au which is that el is a not-so-famous witchtuber and bek is one of her few very dedicated commenters so when el randomly stumbles across the supreme witch crown where scott dropped it then she ends up asking bek what to do and they bond from there, so you may wanna do something with that.

7. dsmp

if you are dsmp inclined and you want to go classic style then you cannot go wrong with a little bit of crimboy/clingy. bee/bench and michael could also be fun; i like niki, big q, JACK MANIFOLD, fundy, eret, hbomb, foolish, and i miss honq every day babyyyy <- not every day but often. if you'd like to add to the hit canon ao3 tag tommyinnit crashes own funeral (dream smp) then that would be very welcomed too, i canonised that shit with my bare hands

8. au ideas

well i said all of that for canon concepts but what if you want to write/draw an alternate universe? goooo fuckin crazy with it my friend. some concepts i enjoy reading are: royalty; urban/low fantasy; newly discovered/obtained superpowers; domestic roommates setting; famous & doesnt give a shit about that fame; creative type & muse; guardian angel & human. idk have fun!

9. not mcyt

i'm adding this section because i know some people will want to do this but mine will be quite short because i . do not watch anything else. uhhhh the magnus archives. moon knight 2022. i like quite a lot of musical theatre but mostly the modern post hamilton shit and i have not seen hadestown. thubs up

do not want

don't do scottpearl if it isn't eswap please! or any hermit pearl actually! uhhh nothing particularly viscerally gorey but it's ok if people die or get injured. this isn't a dnw but it is a specification, if you would like to trans some genders and neo some pronouns then you should feel absolutely free to go ahead love is love. i think i'm gonna make no nsfw a rule for the entire exchange so i don't need to clarify that. probably best to have minimal cleo inclusion if any. any fics which are specifically about the moment after a life series game where characters see each other and talk about what happened because those are weirdly common and we don't like it and it feels weird. no blinding, no throats slit, no being suffocated/choked. ummm ya if you arent sure whether something would be ok then go ahead and ask!

will write

this one is gonna be much shorter

hermits: bdubs cub doc gem scar grian joe pearl ren tango xb zed cleo

life series: scott ren martyn pearl joel grian scar bdubs lizzie skizz mumbo jimmy gem

empires 1: scott gem joey kath lizzie sausage pearl joel jimmy

empires 2: scott gem joey kath lizzie sausage pearl pix shelby joel jimmy oli

pirates: acho aimsey bek puffy eret scar guqqie martyn kyle sausage olive oli owen ros shelby scott el tubbo

rats: bek el jimmy lizzie martyn oli olive owen scott shelby tubbo

witchcraft: scott joey pris shelby el cleo

dsmp: eret callahan eryn bbh puffy phil niki karl sapnap george quackity foolish jack manifold hbomb fundy aimsey slime wilbur sam ranboo schlatt dream punz tommy tubbo techno dxd

misc: honestly i think if you asked me to write qsmp phil tubbo fit cellbit bagi bad foolish wilbur tallulah chayanne then i probably could at this point. but don't ask me to. also the afterlife/new life smp i will write for also

won't write

i'm sorry i can't write the copper people on empires i just have not seen them enough to. highly doubt my ability to write crastle/best/ties/similar groupings well. dear god please don't make me write the syndicate it won't be good for either of us. i will not write nature wives i can't do it to my girlo. pirates!scott ships also. if it's gonna get me cancelled then i may still be willing to write it but i will not post it on ao3, it's going straight into fools writing discussion channel when it goes live. i won't write . idk pregnancy? you probably weren't gonna ask for pregnancy. again feel free to ask :thumbsup:

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wafflesandkruge · 2 years

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a spark of hope

“Cheating at Kerch gambling dens. Possession of illegal weapons. Selling forged visas to Ravkan refugees.” The man squinted at the file in his hand. “Rather impressive ones, too.”

Jyn kept silent. You could hardly walk the streets of Ketterdam without bumping into someone profiting off refugees from the Ravkan Empire in some form or other. Her eyes wandered across the maps pinned up around the room, at the jagged black line that split Ravka in two. After the creation of the Fold more than a decade ago by Darth Vader, Ravka had been plunged into darkness. Grisha children were snatched up and forced to join the Second Army. Those lucky enough to flee didn’t find it much easier anywhere else. After all, how long could mountains or an ocean contain the ambition of a monster?

or the rogue one/grishaverse crossover no one asked for.

a tides secret santa gift for @mitdemadlerimherzen!

ao3

There were thirty-three cracks in the ceiling of Jyn’s cell. She lay flat on her back on the wooden pallet and counted again, trying to ignore the snores of her cellmate. Thirty-two this time. Then thirty-five.

The torches of the hallway outside kept burning. Jyn didn’t sleep.

Hellgate was louder at night. She clutched the piece of bone around her neck and strained to hear the muffled cries from the arena at the center of the prison. It was a fight night—prisoners would fight deadly creatures from every corner of the globe for the entertainment of rich bastards from Ketterdam, all for the chance at some material comforts. Assuming they weren’t killed. Jyn personally didn’t care for it, but she knew nights like these were her best chance at escape. All she needed was a stroke of luck.

A thrum of power seemed to go through the bone. Jyn’s fingertips went numb.

Go to the door, her father’s voice whispered in her head. She hated that even after all these years, she still remembered the sound of his voice. He was a phantom crutch that she couldn’t bear to get rid of. She slid from the bed and put her hand against the cell door.

To her surprise, it squeaked open without resistance. Was this a trick of some sort? Jyn furrowed her brows and took a cautious step outside. Like hers, every cell door along the length of the hallway was opening and prisoners were emerging. There wasn’t a guard in sight. A strange, buoyant feeling filled her ribcage.

Run, her father whispered.

The prison descended into chaos.

Jyn’s pulse hammered in her ears as she ducked under an escaped prisoner’s wild swing and willed her legs to run faster. Screams sounded in the tunnel behind her and she had no intention of finding out whether they were due to prison guards, escaped beasts, or worse.

She plunged deeper into the prison, trusting her mental map of the building. If she was right, she’d come upon a service aqueduct soon. She could swim out, then it was just a matter of stealing a boat from a tourist and making her way back to the mainland. She was so caught up in spinning her plan that she didn’t see the dark shadow hurtling for her as she turned another corner.

She was thrown to the ground as she collided with something massive and solid. Pain shot up her body. She wheezed desperately, trying to catch her breath.

“Congratulations. You are being rescued,” a deep voice above her stated. Jyn blinked dark spots out of her vision to find a tall Fjerdan peering down at her, an impassive look on his face. “Please do not resist.”

Kay was the Fjerdan’s name, she learned. He was hulking and sullen and reminded Jyn of a wet sock. His partner wasn’t much better than him. Captain Cassian Andor was a serious and quiet man with dark eyes that she was sure concealed too many secrets for his own good. She could tell there was a pistol hidden inside his jacket, but she knew better than to try to lift it. Once they had boarded a hidden boat and were off the prison island, he’d shed his disguise to reveal Ravkan military fatigues. Jyn had a sinking feeling she knew what this was about.

“Liana Hallik,” the uniformed man in front of her said, his tone sharp. Cassian and Kay had taken them to a larger ship moored in the middle of the sea and Jyn had been shoved into a room with this man as soon as her feet had touched the deck. She looked balefully at him. They both knew that wasn’t her name.

“Cheating at Kerch gambling dens. Possession of illegal weapons. Selling forged visas to Ravkan refugees.” The man squinted at the file in his hand. “Rather impressive ones, too.”

Her fingers drifted upwards until they brushed the piece of bone at her neck.

“Imagine if they’d really known who you are,” the man continued. His lips curled into a sneer. “Jyn Erso.”

Jyn met his eyes and willed herself to stay perfectly still in her chair.

“Your father is Galen Erso. A brilliant Fabrikator known to assist the Empire in making amplifiers for its army.”

There wasn’t a question in his words, rather, an accusation. Jyn resented it. She straightened her spine the way she’d seen her mother do a thousand times before and raised her chin.

“What is this?” she demanded. “An interrogation? If so, I’d suggest you start asking questions.”

Novokribirsk was bitterly cold this time of year. Despite her three layers, Jyn shivered as she and Cassian trudged through the ravaged roads. A certain air of despair seemed to coat everything in the town like dust after a long day of travel. Jyn supposed it was the impenetrable layer of black not far in the distance. If the Empire ever decided to expand the Fold again, everyone in the town knew they were next.

“I have a contact,” Cassian muttered as the two of them passed a hawker selling saints’ relics. “She’ll be waiting at the Shrine of the Sun Saint. We give her your name, and hope that’ll be enough for an audience with Saw Gerrera.”

“Hope?” Jyn exclaimed with a disbelieving laugh. They’d sailed half the sea in the hope that a few words would solve all their problems? She’d thought Cassian too jaded for naive fantasies. Hope was for children that hadn’t yet grown up.

“Yes,” Cassian said, his eyes dead serious. “Rebellions are built on hope.”

Jyn opened her mouth to argue further, then a gleam of color caught her eye. Two Grisha in bright red kefta were in the alleyway, smoking and laughing. It wasn’t rare to see them in West Ravka, but Jyn couldn’t help the sharp jolt of fear that pierced her, not when she’d grown up on stories of Heartrenders being able to crush your mind with a flick of their fingers or hear your heartbeat from miles away.

“Let’s hurry,” Cassian muttered, his eyes also catching on the Grisha. Perhaps he’d heard the same stories.

“Is this because of the pilot?” Jyn demanded as she sped up to match Cassian’s longer strides. “The squaller?”

According to the Rebellion’s intelligence, a Second Army squaller had crossed the Fold alone a few days ago with vital intelligence regarding the Fold from her father. Jyn couldn’t help but be impressed.

“Maybe.” Cassian answered. His eyes darted to something Jyn couldn’t make out. “Stay here. Wait for me.”

With that, he vanished into the crowd.

“Would you trade that necklace for a glimpse into the future?” a voice cried through the din. Jyn turned towards the voice. A man dressed in simple black robes sat on a wooden platform, a staff between his hands. He wasn’t looking at Jyn, but she had the distinct feeling he was talking to her.

“Yes, you,” he said. Jyn’s eyes widened. Was he Grisha? She made her way through the marketplace’s bustle until she was in front of him. This close, she could see the cloudiness of his eyes. Blind.

“How did you know I was wearing a necklace?” she demanded.

The man only smiled. “For an answer to that, you’ll have to pay. I’m Chirrut.”

There was a flash of movement in a doorway behind the platform and Jyn looked up to find another man looking at her. He wore the furred robes preferred by the mountain people of the South and a fierce scowl cut across his rugged face. A black tattoo of a sun crept up the side of his neck.

“Baze,” Chirrut chided, “you’re scaring the girl.”

The scowl lessened by a fraction.

The Fold came for them. Jyn watched the living darkness approach with mute horror, her feet rooted to the spot. Her father’s message still echoed in her ears.

“We have to go!” Cassian shouted at her, pulling roughly at her arms. “Jyn!”

Jyn let herself be dragged out of the room, her mind still turning over everything her father had told her. The Sun Summoner. The amplifiers. It was all real.

She stumbled as they exited onto the street, streams of panicked people rushing past them. They wouldn’t outrun the Fold, Jyn realized numbly. None of them would. A look at Cassian’s face confirmed he knew this as well. A fleeing couple crashed into Jyn and nearly knocked her off her feet.

“Come on,” Cassian muttered as he pulled Jyn closer to him. Then to her horror, he started pulling them against the flow of the crowd, in the direction of the Fold.

“Are you insane?” she demanded, trying to pull away. But his grip on her arm was firm, his face resolute.

“We have a sandskiff. We have a pilot. We’ll take our chances.”

Their pilot was a skinny, nervous man by the name of Bodhi. His dark blue kefta was in tatters and the goggles on his head had one of its glass lenses shattered, so Jyn’s doubt about his piloting skills seemed warranted.

“I’m the pilot,” he muttered to himself as he stared at the sails as if he’d never seen them before. “I’m the pilot.”

“Bodhi, we need to go!” Cassian shouted from the helm.

“There’s a fifty-two percent chance we’ll all be eaten by volcra,” Kay said gloomily.

The darkness got closer. Jyn squeezed the bone at her neck, then pulled the chain over her head. It felt like cutting off a part of herself, an aching wound that demanded to be filled again. She pressed the bone into Bodhi’s hand and ignored how wrong it felt.

“You’re the pilot,” she told him.

A spark entered his eyes. “I’m the pilot.”

Wind filled the sails.

The morning before the Grisha testers had come for Jyn, her father had sat her down on her bed, an uncharacteristically grave expression on his face.

“If they declare you as Grisha, you’ll be taken away from your Mama and Papa and sent to the Little Palace,” he told her. “Do you want that?”

Jyn shook her head slowly, her braids swinging with her. “I don’t want to go,” she said with a sniffle. “Don’t let them take me.”

“It’s okay,” her Papa crooned as he wrapped his arms around her. Jyn buried her face into the neck of his dark purple, almost black, kefta. “Papa won’t let them take you. Do you believe me?”

Jyn nodded.

And when they embraced again after the testers had declared her non-gifted, Jyn didn’t notice her father’s light touch to her wrist or the paraffin that detached itself from her skin and reformed in the palm of his hand.

“The sun summoner is real,” Jyn insisted. She planted her palms on the wooden table shared by the leaders of the Rebels. “My father knew it. He made schematics of the three amplifiers so that they’d be able to destroy the Fold.”

“Fairytales,” Tynnra Pamlo scoffed. “You’d have us destroy our forces on the word of bedtime stories and traitors.”

Jyn could feel she was losing them. She looked around the table desperately, at the faces of people who would do anything to avoid having the war brought to their doorsteps. “The Fold will keep expanding,” she said. She knew it was true. “Yesterday it was Novokribirsk. Tomorrow, it will cross the permafrost. The day after, it will scale the Sikurzoi. Who’s to say the sea will be spared? If you don’t act now, you will lose everything.”

Across the table, Nower Jebel shook his head. “We cannot act on the hope that there is a chance of a solution.”

Jyn’s eyes found Cassian’s. His expression was as unreadable as ever, but there was resignation in the set of his shoulders. “Rebellions,” she said slowly, “are built on hope.”

Jyn and Cassian dragged the bodies of the unconscious Grisha behind a garden wall. But when Cassian went to put on the kefta of the Fabrikator, she shook her head.

“The purple one. That’s mine.”

Cassian held her gaze for a moment and Jyn held her breath, wondering if he’d voice the thoughts in his head. If he’d insist that the blue kefta would fit her build better. Instead, he simply nodded and handed the kefta over to her.

The heavy silk settled on Jyn’s shoulders. Would this have been her in another life? A life of luxury, of never having to look over one’s shoulder because you were already the most dangerous person in the room. It wasn’t as if she didn’t already have blood on her hands.

“It doesn’t suit you,” Cassian said quietly.

Jyn turned to face him. The squaller’s kefta was a little too short for him and too narrow in the shoulders, but it would hold up from far away. If he had any qualms about wearing the uniform of the enemy, it didn’t show on his face.

“Thank you for the fashion advice,” she said, knowing he’d understand what she really meant.

“It’s this one,” Jyn murmured as she traced the gilded stars on the wooden lid of the trunk.

“How do you know?” Cassian demanded. The yelling outside the door got louder, but Jyn knew that without the right code or a master Fabrikator like her father, they had no hope of getting inside the archive room.

“Stardust. That’s me.” She’d heard that affectionate nickname on her father’s lips for the last time only a day ago.

“How do we it open it?”

“Me.” Jyn closed her eyes and rested her fingers against the box. She could feel the clever mechanisms hidden within the wood, dozens of latches and sliders. And in the center of it all, a capsule meant to destroy the contents if someone tried to force it open.

One last gift from her father. Jyn took a deep breath and moved her right hand a few inches to the left. The first latch fell in place.

#sob will post more writing soon have a pirate zoya wip that's overdue sorry ger #soc #six of crows #tgt #the grisha trilogy #soc writing #tgt writing #star wars #rogue one #jyn erso #cassian andor #chirrut imwe #baze malbus #k-2so #galen erso #bodhi rook #grishaverse #leigh bardugo #my writing

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