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theminecraftbee · 6 months

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Joe isn't looking at them, Cleo realizes. He's not looking at them, and not paying attention, which is concerning, since they're talking about Halloween decorations, and that's one of Joe's favorite things, and also about the bloody aftermath of the social game they'd just played, and that's another one of Joe's favorite things. But no--he's standing just outside of the Clocktower Village, and he's nodding along in the right places, but he's not looking at them.

They frown and tries to figure out where he's looking. His hands, mostly.

They stop talking. They take a breath. "Joe?"

"Yes, Cleo?" Joe says.

"You aren't paying attention," they say.

"I would never not pay attention to your wonderful words," Joe says.

"What were we talking about?"

"Well, blood and mayhem, mostly."

"...that's on me. I made that too easy," Cleo says. "But, Joe, if something's wrong, you can say so."

Joe is quiet.

"Or you can, like, not say anything?" they say. "I won't make you. Just, you also don't have to pretend to pay attention to me."

"Right, my bad. I'll pretend to ignore you instead."

"That's the spirit."

"Did you know I noticed the moon get big on Halloween?"

Cleo doesn't know how to respond, so they don't. They don't mean to look away from Joe, because that's rude, when he's saying something so important, but they do, a little bit, glancing up for a moment at the moon. It's large and nearly full, but there's a sliver waning away. The full moon, if they remember right, was a few days ago. They don't know why they felt like they needed to check.

"I noticed the moon get big on Halloween," Joe says again. "I mean, I didn't really. I just thought it was cool we had such a big full moon for Halloween. It made everything so much spookier, you know? It was only a little bit bigger, then. I didn't realize until later it had been getting bigger for--at least a week? Probably at least two? It grew so slowly then."

"I didn't know that," Cleo says.

"Well, I didn't say anything," Joe says. "I probably should have said something. I don't know. It's just--it's been two years now? It's been two years, and no one talks about it. I mean, sometimes in December, I guess, and at the start of the season we talked about it a little bit, but no one--I have a place in my base I'm already keeping everything important, and you and Cub have museums, and I keep on thinking that the museums are good, because if we were all gone tomorrow, and someone had to come pull something out of the rubble--is it stupid? Did it happen? Cleo, sometimes I feel like I'm crazy. No one talks about it. Maybe we shouldn't talk about it? Maybe it didn't matter? We're all fine now, we're all here, it didn't happen again, it's been two years since I had to miss you. And I love Halloween, and I noticed the moon get big on Halloween then, but it probably won't again, I mean, it was a freak thing, and, I just--does it even--did it matter, was it really bad, was it--"

He stops because Cleo's grabbed his hands, gently. They lower themselves down so they are looking Joe directly in the eyes.

"It was real. It mattered. It was bad," Cleo says.

Joe swallows and stares them in the eyes.

"I will never do that again," Cleo says.

"I won't make you promise that," Joe says. "I don't want to make you promise that."

"Okay. But it was bad. It mattered. It was bad," Cleo says.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

They stare at each other a little longer, and then slowly, Joe removes one of his hands from hers and looks back up at the sky.

"It's a waning gibbous," he says.

"That's what that's called?" Cleo says.

"Yeah," Joe says.

"Huh," Cleo says. "Sort of a boring name for a moon phase to have killed each other under, really."

Joe laughs. "You've got a point there. Not the most dramatic of moons, the waning gibbous."

"No, I can say that's not the most dramatic of moons at all," Cleo agrees, and then they are both silent for some time as they continue walking back towards Hermitcraft proper.

#hermitcraft #joe hills #zombiecleo #a bee fic #DID YOU KNOW ITS BEEN TWO YEARS SINCE THE BIG MOON STARTED APPEARING IN VIDOES #DID YOU KNOW.#I KNOW THAT! WILD.#moon's big #also this is inspired by a piece of gf fanart that rewired my brain a little bit

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silverskye13 · 12 days

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that update's got me curious

what's tango and wels been up to since the last time guish was on hermitcraft?

Tango crouched on a tangle of redstone lines, trying to figure out what had gone wrong. He liked fixing redstone. Redstone was kind. Straightforward. It either worked or it didn't. Forget some dust here, flip too many ticks on a repeater there, and it broke. Set it to order and everything was fine again. The challenge was only in figuring out where he'd gone wrong. Retracing his steps.

Tango rubbed his eyes. He hadn't slept yet, and the gritty, sandpaper feeling of fatigue in his eyelids was starting to get annoying. But he needed to set this right. He needed to set something right.

"It's been longer than a month," he said to himself.

Tango blinked uncomprehendingly down at the redstone line. He abruptly decided the problem wasn't here and moved on, walking carefully down the line, trying not to bump into anything unforgiving of random Tango bumps. He glanced down at his watch, where a little window told him who, out of the other hermits, was awake. Most of the list read "inactive," though a few people, like Xisuma and Grian, had emergency calls enabled, which meant they were probably asleep but might not mind being bothered.

"I need a rubber duck," Tango scowled.

Tango shook his head and stopped walking down the line. He scrolled through the list again.

Doc was awake. Doc was always awake when he should be asleep. He could call Doc. It would take him awhile to get here from the Perimeter, but he could take a break from breaking the world to help Tango un-break his redstone. Doc was the kind of person who could talk about a lot of nothing, just like Tanguish could. And Doc would <if Tango asked very firmly> ignore the redstone so Tango could actually fix it, instead of Doc pulling things apart and breaking it six ways before inevitably coming up with a more efficient way to do it.

However, Doc had been the one to help him recover when he'd collapsed. There was a strong chance Doc would zip over and flip that funny little dial by his redstone eye that turned on what he called his "people diagnostics", which meant he was going to poke and prod and really, really lean into the doctor part of Docm77. Or worse, he would turn the dial one tick further and pull up his mental health database, and Tango didn't want to talk about his feelings right now, no matter how much Xisuma said everyone should schedule "wellness time" for it.

<Besides, Xisuma is a robot. He doesn't get feelings.>

Tango sighed out loud at himself.

"Xisuma feels feelings just fine. They're just... Robot feelings. Not Tango feelings." He stood and reassessed that statement. "They're Xisuma feelings."

Tango continued walking.

It was a marvel Tango even had alone time, really. Welsknight had become a second, frustrating shadow. And it wasn't just that he kept popping in to "check in". It was that he pointedly popped in at random times, for random amounts of time. There was no consistency, except that, eventually, like right now, Welsknight had to sleep. Then, and only then, did Welsknight leave. Not that it mattered. Tango hadn't seen Tanguish in his reflection since Wels had done... That.

Tango realized he'd passed the module he had intended to check next. He sighed. He rubbed his eyes again. He backtracked.

The command had really sealed it. Up until then, it was mostly just... Well, it was Wels. He got white-knight-y sometimes. Most of the time it wasn't violent, or if it was, it wasn't turned against anyone important. When Doc had lost some withers on the server, Wels had popped up looking all formal and official -- he and False were a lot alike like that. People asked for help killing monsters and they just. Showed up. Geared and serious. Welsknight had a habit of holding the door for people, and letting the ladies on the server enter buildings first. Whenever people visited Wels was vigilant in making sure they didn't overstep any bounds. But also Welsknight was funny, and quirky, and he had a sense of humor. And also this was Hermitcraft and knights didn't have to slay dragons here. So maybe that's why Tango hadn't expected Welsknight to try to slay Tanguish.

Do you know what that thing is?

Tango stopped. He'd passed the redstone module again. He sighed. He rubbed his eyes. He turned around.

Wels just... Didn't get it. Tanguish made Tango think straight. It was like. It was like. It was like Tango's mind kept running in circles. He could stop, he could set it to order, but it was hard. It took work. It took self control. It took. It took getting a regular amount of sleep for one thing. It took knowing when and where to stop, and being able to focus, and being able to control where his thoughts were going. Tanguish did that for him. It was the ice, Tango thought. His fire ran rampant until ice was in the room. He needed the cold and dark to stop his mind from running. Without it, he just sparked in every direction and inevitably burned himself. Tanguish talked, and Tango's brain stopped being unmanageable, and he got work done twice as fast, and it was great.

Tango stopped. He looked around. It took a few moments of blinking to realize he hadn't passed his module. He kept walking down the redstone line.

"You don't understand what those things do to you," Welsknight had told him, all stern and concerned, like a disappointed dad, which was funny, because Tango was pretty sure he was older. That was the worst part, really. Welsknight had this pitying look on his face, like he was telling a kid Santa Clause wasn't real. "I know you think he's your friend but he's not."

"He is my friend! He's not like you and Helsknight! I don't know how many different ways I have to say that before it sinks in!" Tango had lost all pretense of being reasonable after the third or fourth time Welsknight had insisted he knew better. "We don't try to kill each other every time we see each other! We enjoy each other's company! He's helping me build Decked Out!"

"You don't understand--"

"I understand perfectly Wels!"

Tango stopped walking. He looked around. He rubbed his eyes. There was a brief moment where he couldn't recognize where he was.

"Just after I fix this."

Tango looked around. He forced himself to think about nothing until he found the module. He stared at it. He rubbed his eyes again. They were really starting to hurt. It was the pervasive kind of fatigue migraine that sat right behind his pupils and applied pressure until all he wanted to do was curl up with his face pressed against his hands. Except his hands were always hot and uncomfortable to him. That's why he liked having Tanguish around. He was like soothing a burn.

"It doesn't matter." Welsknight had told him, his voice all controlled and reasonable and stern. "Listen Tango, you haven't dealt with them like I have. That's how they start out. They act like they're helping you, or that they're reasonable, but they don't stay that way. And when they get bad, they get really bad. You've seen what Hels does to me."

"Uhm, actually I haven't. You don't talk about it. We try to get you to talk about it, and you don't talk about it," Tango spat angrily. "All we see are the death messages in chat, and even then, those have been gone for ages? He sure doesn't seem to be bothering you all that much."

That was mean spirited, but it finally got a reaction, the crinkling around Welsknight's eyes as his concerned frown turned into something more emotional and fraught.

"That's because I've worked really hard to get him off my back."

"From what Tanguish says, you're the one bothering him," Tango sniffed. Welsknight opened his mouth to argue, but Tango was already shouting over him, "Look! It doesn't matter because this isn't about you Wels. This is about me, and my helsmet, and how mine is nice. I'm sorry you're all knightly and fraught over this or whatever, but Tanguish has never once hurt me. Not even unintentionally. Sometimes I wonder if they guy even knows how to think for himself."

"Then you're doing something already that he wants you to do," Welsknight insisted.

"Oh get over yourself Wels."

"I'm serious Tango, this is concerning. He shouldn't be this attached to you. They're made to make us worse. He's probably hiding something from you."

Tango lightly kicked a hopper in his module, and watched as the redstone blinked and everything powered. He rubbed his eyes. His head was really starting to hurt. It was hard to focus. He also kind of wanted to cry, which was very, very stupid.

"I'm building a game I want my friends to play," Tango told himself, and he rubbed his eyes harder. He wasn't crying, it was the migraine. He needed sleep. "Because I like my friends and I'm proud of my work, and I want them to enjoy something with me. I'm not doing it because I'm scared of them."

"You know what your problem is?" Tango had yelled at Welsknight. "You're upset because Helsknight forces you to feel stuff, and that makes you uncomfortable."

"That's ridiculous." Like a disappointed dad rolling his eyes at a kid who insisted the Tooth Fairy was real.

"You're always so composed," Tango said scathingly, all sparks, and redstone, and fire, and the desire to break something, because if he was loud enough he could scream the paranoia away. "You're always trying to do things right, and then he shows up and suddenly you get angry, and you say emotional things in chat, and you talk to people about what scares you and--"

"He's a demon, Tango," Welsknight snapped, suddenly much less aloof. "They're all demons. They are fighting over our souls with us."

"They're filling needs." Tango said. "You're just jealous mine knew I needed a friend, and you needed someone to remind you you're not perfect."

That one hadn't felt good. Well, it felt good at the time. But everyone knew, in that unspoken way everyone knew you didn't joke with Doc about losing limbs, and you didn't question False's memories, that Welsknight was hurt by his helsmet. One too many times buying health potions. One too many times seeking quiet company late at night after an ominous death message in chat. One too many times caught scrubbing blood out of armor. One too many self-deprecative comments that seemed to come out of nowhere, evidence of bitter meditation on something told him by a cruel tongue. It had felt good at the time. But Welsknight had looked at him like he'd been stabbed. And like a man viciously trying to ignore a stab wound, he said, in that voice of reason like sunlight: "Say what you want Tango, but I'm not letting you go through this alone. I'm sorry."

And then, because anything else would've led to more unkind words, he'd left.

Tango looked down at the redstone line. He didn't remember walking back down it again, but he was pretty sure the module he'd been checking wasn't broken. He wished it were broken. He could set it to order and go to bed. But it wasn't broken. It was working as intended. He didn't know what to do about it. Something in this line was broken. It wasn't working right. He needed it to work right. He needed sleep. He needed Welsknight to stop being so noble, and confident. Because noble and confident people always sounded right, even if they weren't, and Welsknight couldn't be right.

<He's never hurt you before.>

No helsmet is harmless.

They are demons fighting over our souls.

If he isn't hurting you, it's because you're already doing what he wants.

Tango scrubbed his eyes with his hands.

Tango scowled and buried his face in his hands.

Tango yanked his pickaxe from his inventory and threw it as hard as he could off the side of his redstone line, watching it slam into two other lines on its way down into the bowels of Decked Out. When the last clatter had stopped sounding, his watch beeped. Tango read it with bleary, exhausted eyes. It took a few times to read it correctly.

[You are on Do Not Disturb]

[Incoming Message from Welsknight. Allow notification?]

[Y/N]

Tango felt a nauseous twist in his stomach.

"I want Tanguish," he said to the empty room.

He denied the message. He started walking down the redstone line. He needed to fix something before he went to bed.

#rns ficlets #tangotek #welsknight #this one was interesting to pick at

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tubbytarchia · 24 days

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why do you acknowledge joel's boundries on shipping and then still ship him im so confused

Using read-more for easier avoidance for people who dgaf

Because of people who will inevitably come and white knight for him. What I think is that when he said what he said in that one old video clip (that he finds it weird to be shipped with anyone but Lizzie), he didn't realize exactly what was even being asked of him and that he really doesn't give that much of a fuck. He's the one who keeps the "neck kisses" and boat boys bit going, he made two neck kisses playlists with a bunch of songs about sex (never change Joel), he constantly has shippy exchanges with people like Jimmy, he and Jimmy had a whole "babymaking" ordeal in Empires and had casual suggestive exchanges with Sausage for an extended period of time regarding their child Hermes thing, his friends and Lizzie have acknowledged him being shipped with no issue, eg Lizzie saying that he ships Jimmy and Joel (or maybe it was Boat Boys. Knowing Lizzie it could have been both, she loves joking about that lol, especially to Joel in streams) or his Hermitcraft friends making similar comments about him and Etho

If Joel didn't fully get what shipping entailed back then, be probably does now and I'm inclined to believe that he doesn't care enough to say anything or he finds it funny to not say anything. He is constantly asked about how he feels about it on streams and he always ignores it, and I don't believe in a million years that it's because he's uncomfortable, otherwise he would have said as much. He just recently acknowledged "Tumblr found my neck kisses playlist", there's absolutely no way he doesn't know of the shipping too and is choosing not to comment. I can't stop it if people wanna white knight for him, I know they always will but that's my stance on the that 👍

#blabber #might delete later idk #kinda wanna have it here as my reasoning but if it invites more white knights into my inbox then Id rather nkt

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obliqueblade · 2 months

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There are no words, nothing I could write that hasn't been said to properly convey how emotions and response that I had to the news about what Shubble had to go through.

As someone not on Twitter, and not an avid watcher of Shelby, I didn't hear about her video until several days after it was posted by a friend of mine, who told me that people suspected Wilbur.

And at that time, I did not want to believe it.

My immediate reaction was disbelief, and then I thought people on Twitter were saying things just to say things. I knew Shelby had not named her abuser, because she was not in a position where she could. The internet is rarely benevolent when victims come forward.

But this was someone I had watched during my cancer treatments. This was someone whose music I listened to, to drown out the sounds of my illness. This is someone I cried with and for after the loss of Technoblade. Now, after his passing, I had stopped watching that entire side of mcyt. I moved on to Hermitcraft, Empires, and the Life series, I stopped using Twitter because it's Twitter, and when the various members of the DSMP were caught doing something, It just further solidified my decision.

But this was someone I had supported. The idea that I had allowed myself to be manipulated into that situation was almost unbearable.

But the more I thought about it, the more I remembered things from back during the DSMP ear, the more uncomfortable I got. The more I remembered people he was "close" with describing him as manipulative, the amount of younger people he constantly interacted with, and the dynamics he created around them.

Even without his "apology" I realized that, yes, he was manipulative. And the horrible thing about it is that you never really notice when that manipulation occurs. It's why at least at first, I gave the benefit of the doubt.

Because "surely not".

But this is not about those things. It's not about how I feel in regard to the news, nor is it about how his old friend will respond. It's about the abuse that he did and the power kick he got from keeping his victims silent.

Wilbur Soot is an abuser.

Shelby, and lord knows who else are his victims. The horrible realization that while I was supporting someone they were intentionally hurting people weaker than them like Techno and Shelby feels like a sucker punch.

And the worst part is that, at the end of the day I cannot even say that he is sorry, because he is not. he does not take accountability. He does not apologize. He states that "he changed", which is easy to say without having to prove. Especially, when you cannot even apologize.

Wilbur is not "canceled". He's an abuser.

Shelby is incredibly strong for coming forward, and I hope that she can heal with the support and love that she deserves.

I'm also sorry, Shelby. I waited in the hope of "surely not", and that's not fair or right to Shelby or any victim of abuse. I've seen some posts about how those who supported him had no way of knowing, but this can be ... hard to accept personally. I don't mean to say it's the communities fault, because we really did not have a way to know.

It's important to know, that no matter how well you think you "know" a creator- you don't.

I don't want anyone to come away from this and think that I am in any way still in support of anything that man has created or done over the years. This includes channels, collabs, music, and certain bands with connections to him.

This is firmly a Shelby support account.

For those who still side with him; I am truly sorry that you are unable to see through his manipulation, but I hope that one day you will. I hope that you can gain the ability to see through these horrible actions of cruelty before you find yourself in a situation where you are the victim.

I'm so sorry Shelby.

#shelby #shubble #shit ass apology #support shubble #shubblesupportsquad #tw abuse #wilbur soot

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stiffyck · 3 months

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So the very beginning of the Last Life transformation giraffe thing. I decided to embrace the idea of making them more creature, and went kinda crazy though it's not as evident here. The story kind of forming in dribs and drabs, but things are coming along. Hopefully you will enjoy. -the Weird Nonny Scar has learned several things since coming back from Secret Life. One such thing is giraffe feet and legs are not meant for stone walkways. Also, Season 9, unlike earlier seasons, didn't really have much of a road system outside of the spawn village. He learned that, unsurprisingly, elytra don't really work when you've got four legs instead of two. Finally, he found no one, himself included, built their base for someone who stood slightly taller than the average warden at the shoulder, and that was the lower of the two shoulders he had.

The problem with the Life Games is that you don't remember that there is something outside of the Life Games. You don't realize you aren't supposed to be anything but the creature you wake up as when you get to that season. This is positive for most players because it avoids the freak out that would come with suddenly having an entirely new body. The downside only comes when you win and end up stuck as the thing you died the winner as. Suddenly all that missing dysphoria hits you full force, and there's nothing you can do about it besides adapt.

"Sometimes I think it's punishment," Grian muttered grimly, as he and Pearl sat next to Scar the first night back on Hermitcraft. "We were the ones who were able to kill all of our friends without a care, so now we have to deal with the consequences."

Both former winners had been waiting for him to spawn in, intimately aware of what was coming, and they'd done their best to help. They had done everything they could to comfort him as he realized everything felt wrong with his body, that he'd been thrust into a shape he didn't belong in. Grian had perched on his back, hollow bones weighing next to nothing, and spoke in a calm voice. He carefully explained what was going on. Meanwhile Pearl leaned against his side, humming a quiet tune, her tail occasionally brushing his flank, giving him something to focus on besides the strange sensations of his own altered physiology.

OUGHHHH OH MY GODDDD THIS IS SO GOOD KSJHGFKSJHDGKS I LOVE THIS SM SKDJFHKSDFH

#stiff talk #asks #secret life #au rambles #giraffe scar #oh my goddddddd #goodtimeswithscar #im not tagging the others as theyre mostly just mentioned #trafficblr

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vivitheanimaxen · 4 months

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Scar couldn't get home.

The book said to win the game-- and he had!

He's killed Pearl-- knocked her off the cliff without realizing he'd ended her. He'd been desensitized to the lighting of a final death, what with so, so many happening all in such quick succession.

He didn't even feel the rush of new life from the hearts he earned by killing her. After all, he'd ended up with most of them throughout the last day and a half of fighting and murder and---

"shes dead scar"

"you won"

And it was over.

Every other time Scar had lost a game, he'd woken up back at home on hermitcraft-- just like he was supposed to. But only after he'd died.

Everyone else who'd won woke back up where they were supposed to be-- Grian and Pearl on Hermitcraft, Scott on Empires, and Scar didn't know what server Martyn called his own, but he'd presumably woken back up there.

So why wasn't Scar going home?

Was there something wrong with the Secret Keeper?

Scar had pushed the button-- but all it did was reward him more hearts and give him back his book. The same book.

"Win Secret Life."

Scar hit the button. He'd won. He succeeded again, got 5 more hearts.

"Win Secret Life."

Scar pressed the button. There was no reason why he would get stuck here. He was doing what the Secret Keeper asked!

"Win Secret Life."

Scar pressed the button.

"Win Secret Life."

Scar pressed the button.

"Win Secret Life."

Scar pressed fail instead. Maybe that would do something different? maybe that's what the Secret Keeper wanted? He lost two and a half hearts, his task rerolled.

"Win Secret Life."

Scar threw his book on the ground, ignoring the way it crumpled as he tangled his hands in his hair. Failing wouldn't do anything but keep saping his hearts until he was down to one. It wouldn't help.

Why wouldn't the game end? Was this because he'd thrown his original task book from today away?

Wait a second-- he knew where it was. He might be able to go get it, and surely the Secret Keeper would let him home then.

He had to be able to get home somehow.

Everyone was waiting for him. They had to be.

Would Grian be able to come back to the server and get him if this didn't work? Scar had heard that Jimmy was able to come back, was able to be Grian's guardian angel for a session.

Scar couldn't find his original book.

But-- if that was gone, then why-- how did he have one to turn in?

Scar sat on the top of Grian's diagonal bridge, head in hands as he tried to figure out how he was supposed to get home.

Part of him wanted to just wait it out. As much as the server had been turned into a battleground, there was still farms, there was still resources in the remains of everyone's bases. He had enough to survive to last until someone could come get him.

Even though the secret keeper was busted, as long as he had his book he could get more hearts.

His book.

That he'd thrown on the ground by the Secret Keeper.

Shoot.

Scar stumbled to his feet, doing his best not to trip down a ravine as he raced back to where he'd left his book--

It was gone.

Scar didn't know how he'd gotten it back in the first place, let alone how he might try to get it back now. He crumpled, dropping to his knees by the button. There had to be a way for him to get home. right?

Right?

Maybe-- maybe he could just hop worlds. It wasn't like they couldn't leave during the games, they did it all the time-- to go cool down after a rough day or to check in with other people. Scar could just---

He couldn't log out.

Scar couldn't leave.

The option was gone from his communicator, he couldn't log out.

Oh dear. This wasn't good. If he couldn't succeed his task, or leave the server like normal-- then what? If he couldn't leave could anyone come get him?

Think Scar think. He pushed himself back up, pacing back and forth in front of the Secret Keeper, racking his brain for any sort of idea on what to do. He patted himself down---

And there it was. His book.

"Win Secret Life."

Scar sighed, and pressed the button. He gained five hearts.

"Win Secret Life."

There was no escaping this. How could he-- Scar needed to get home.

Surely, surely the others would have figured out that something was wrong.

He pressed the button--

"Win Secret Life."

It was mocking him now.

"Win Secret Life."

It was almost a game, in the end. He pushed the button, he gained hearts. He gained them until he couldn't gain any more from the Secret Keeper--- and then he kept getting items. Gold, iron, diamonds. More books, more creature eggs, even obsidian and end crystals and TNT.

"Win Secret Life."

But he'd already won.

"Win Secret Life."

There was no one else to kill.

"Win Secret Life."

It was infuriating. What did they want from him? What was-- Why did they keep giving him back his book? He shielded his eyes as he looked up towards the sun. The blacked out sun-- and yet it was still bright. It still hurt to look at.

Scar sighed, throwing his hand indifferently at the button. The items rained down-- What were the odds of it all being TNT?

"Win Secret Life."

Scar picked up the explosives, and looked up at the statue of the Secret Keeper.

Sure. Why not. Everything else was in ruins, why not make one more big crater in the center of the world. Maybe it would show the giant statue who was boss. He was going to cover it in tnt and end crystals, and then he was going to blow the server to high heavens.

"Win Secret Life."

He didn't have enough TNT. He needed more to do this properly. Scar giggled, reminded of when Mumbo paid him to blow up his base on Hermitcraft. Mumbo, who Scar had blown up with his own TNT canon, minutes before the Warden and Wither were unleased and all hell broke loose.

Well. Scar was certainly going to blow something up today.

He giggled as he flicked the flint and steel, watching the TNT fuse catch, watching the end of the world-- not for the first time.

"Win Secret Life."

Hah. try winning this, you dumb statue.

Scar gasped as he shot upright in his bed, Jellie hopping up onto his lap with an inquisitive "mrrp?"

He was home. Finally. Scar patted himself down-- it didn't feel like there was any lasting damage from--

From--

Scar pulled the book from his pocket, flipping it open. Dreading what he might find inside.

"Win Secret Life."

#goodtimeswithscar #secret life spoilers #gtwscar #secret life #secret life fanfic #secret keeper #traffic life smp #unreality #scar didn't die.#that doesn't make him free.#also yall forget. He threw away his og task book.#dont mind me #viviwrites #i'm making this everyone else's problem now #you're welcome #sorry for how g.dd.mn long it is tho #trafficfic

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blackbat09 · 4 months

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Hullo :>

Mayhaps can i request something something moss etho arctic bdubs something? They are so dear to me

an interesting challenge! let's set it in Last Life, shall we?

“What the heck a'ya starin' at?” Etho blinks out of his stupor, eyes dropping to Bdubs' face as the red name glowers at him from across the divide of their base. There's a growl in his voice that means - less than nothing, frankly, and he tilts his head slightly to try and see the curve of his base partner's tail, hoping for the U shape of their boogeyman taunting. As much as he'd like to say he knows Bdubs well enough to not need those little hacks and shortcuts, well - Last Life is proving itself challenging in a lot of ways. Etho can cut himself some slack. Bdubs' tail is not in that playful curl, the white fluff lashing as it seems to realize it's being observed. “What, Etho?” Bdubs demands again, drawing his eyes back to his face, the glint of his canines all the more menacing with one simple piece of context. “Spit it out!” “I was looking at your hair,” he admits quickly - not that he's scared of Bdubs, not even as a Red, but he's cautious. Reasonably cautious, really. Anyone would be, splitting a base with someone slavering for blood the way Bdubs is. He'd call him rabid as a joke if it didn't feel like it'd start a fight. “It's, uh - it's been a little while. Since you went your winter color. That because of the fort?” The way Bdubs blinks, reaching up to touch his hair, tells Etho he'd probably forgotten - or maybe not paid any attention to his own hair or fur in the chaos of the game in the first place. It makes sense - Etho doesn't expect him to keep perfect track or anything - but it's still kinda funny, watching Bdubs duck his head beneath his own arm to check that his tail is, in fact, snowy white. “Well, of course!” Bdubs confirms as he straightens up, puffing out his chest and lifting his chin, that fluffy tail held high. “It's a - advantageous! I'm a predator amongst the snow, I need camouflage.” Etho hums in assent, nodding slightly as his eyes move from the tall point of Bdubs' ears to the downright scruffy white shirt he's wearing, bloodstained and torn impressively for the relatively short time Bdubs has been Red. “That why you got rid of your hoodie?” It's a low blow and Etho knows it, from the way Bdubs' mouth drops open slightly, tail falling towards the floor as his eyes dart towards the chest on his side of the base - good to know he still has the hoodie, then. Etho had worried, a little, and he's not really supernaturally connected to free-floating moss, or any other plant, no matter what crap he tries to feed people or lets them just assume. Maybe after more than a few months with the stuff, but, at the moment, he's just a little green around the edges, prefers the company of other plants simply because an environment where they thrive is also probably one good for him. “I mean - yeah? Yeah, a little, but I, uh - ” Bdubs' jaw works a little, mouth still hanging open slightly as he drops from his proud height to a crouch, tilting his head down. “I didn't wanna get it messed up, see? I gotta - I'm Red, Etho. I gotta fight. I can't go - worryin' about screwin' up my hoodie. It's been through enough crap already, an' I like it!” “I could just make you another, back on Hermitcraft,” Etho offers, but Bdubs, ever-stubborn, shakes his head. “No! No, no, I like that one, an' I'm takin' good care of it,” he insists, looking up to search Etho's face for a moment before flashing him a smile. “Besides - I gotta show off this bee-you-teeful winter coat. Can't do that all bundled up in moss.” His body says thank you and I'm sorry in ways his words don't, or maybe can't, with the Red haze over him, and Etho chuckles softly, shaking his head. “Maybe you can't. I can do it all.” You're welcome. It's okay. “Oh, yeah, RIGHT, Etho, as if!”

swap requests are open! (x)

#ethoslab #bdoubleo100 #bdoubleo #last life smp #fanon swap #hermit fanon swap #hc fanon swap #cass answers #my fics #kiwi-smug-silvalina

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nicoandindy · 2 months

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Abc asks about how Joe became Juppet?

a: Joe wanted to spice up her season so she got into puppeteering and just walks around with a puppet in her hand

b: the jhost possessed the juppet so now he is just a puppet walking around on the ground (everyone doesn't notice joe at first cause she is like a foot tall)

c: Joe died in decked out 2 and so she was trapped there for a couple months between seasons and she eventually could get her ghost to escape through finding the exit, the ravagers could see her ghost and they thought she was a regular decked out runner so they went after her, she died a ton but her ghost just got sent back to where her physical body was when she did. after atleast twenty tries she finally got her embers, almost running into a ravager on the magma as she escaped the second floor. she made it to the ice level and skidded past the ravagers barely making it out and as she was reaching the exit she dodged a hit from a ravager and slammed into a wall, it took her a minute to get back up and the ravager was approaching quickly. finally Joe got up and started to run through the dungeon, sliding on the ice for speed, she saw the exit, she was almost there, she could only imagine the look of the outside and-

the ravagers caught up to her, she died once again. she tried again and again, always getting close, but each time she got further from the exit everytime she died. she laid by her body for days after her attempts again, though she knew she didn't have much time until the next season of hermitcraft she laid there. she still laid there when the ravagers was right above her, she was defeated by this dungeon. finally she heard a large boom in the distance, the ravagers all running towards where the sound came from, with this opportunity she ran towards the exit, she didn't even care about treasure anymore, she raced the clock to the exit, bolting up the stairs she made it to the door and saw ravagers by the river, she didn't stop running and slid right under them and jumped over the river, now with ravagers after her she picked up the pace and ran faster, got up quicker and now she was at the room, before the exit, she saw what the boom was, the roof had collapsed and ice was blocking all paths, she was defeated once again but she had an idea, she jumped up onto one part of the ice so she was high enough for the ravagers to still see her but not hit her. the ravagers rammed into the ice one after the other, and then she heard a voice, he hadn't heard a person in he couldn't recall how long and he didn't know if it was his imagination or if it was real, then he saw her, she was missing an arm but it was definitely her, Zombiecleo. Joe has never been so happy to see someone, but was unsure how she got in. Joe spoke "Cleo !!" Cleo looked up at him and said "Hi Joe, how ya doing ?", the ravagers turned towards Cleo, Cleo smiled and then waved at Joe before running back into the dungeon with the ravagers after her, one ravager did two 360 turns before chasing Cleo, which caused the ravager's horn to send the ice down tumbling and a rumble began in the dungeon, and Joe realizing Cleo was a distraction so he could escape he ran towards where he saw Cleo run and saw her as she was about to get killed by a them, Cleo said "Joe, you have to get out, I will deal with the ravagers and get out once you are safe." Joe didn't think this was a good time to argue despite the fact Cleo's safety wasn't guaranteed in this agreement, but the doorway infront of Joe collapsed before he could say anything about it, the rumble intensified. Joe thought this a good time to escape and ran towards the exit, Joe finally made it to the exit with no ravagers there, but the rumble was even louder now and Joe could hear ice crashing onto eachother, a ravager must have done something to cause this, Joe heard footsteps on the ice and then heavier footsteps following them. Cleo ran around the corner and saw Joe, ravagers close behind, Cleo pushed Joe through the door, all Joe saw was horns right behind Cleo before he fell. Joe didn't know what happened to Cleo, but he could finally escape, he found an exposed dungeon master pathway and went through there, he could smell the fresh air already. Joe finally made it outside but didn't have much time until the next season of hermitcraft, he ran to find wool and quickly crafted up the Juppet with his very frail ability to hold things it wasn't super well crafted, but it was something he could inhabit until he found a proper body in season 10. then he remembered Cleo's sacrifice, he knew Cleo was strong and hopefully she fell down the exit aswell but he couldn't know until season 10. he went to the big pinball by his base and planted the few flowers he could find and placed a sign by it in honor of Cleo. after days of waiting a portal finally opened and he walked into the new season, unsure of what would happen next.

#that literally just flowed out of my hand i had none of that before #i wrote all of that on the spot what the hell #joehills #hermitcraft #ask game #nicoandindy

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logan368 · 2 years

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I'm always here for you: A C!Grian x Gn!Reader

Requested from my friend @justcallmeyuichan :) Thank you for the request.

Cw: Hurt/Comfort, Low self esteem, Negative thoughts

Y/N had just finished their hermitcraft mega base and looked back at it. They had felt accomplished but that only lasted for a few minutes as the more they looked at the build the more they wanted to tear it apart and fix every single imperfection. They sighed not wanting to look at it anymore and put their elytra on flying off to their partners base. On the flight there they saw all the other hermits beautiful bases. It made them feel worse.

Why are you even allowed on this server you can't build

Y/N whimpered at the thoughts in their head shaking them away. "Shut up." They mumbled to themself as they continued flying. If there was anything to make them feel better it was Grian.

He doesn't actually like you, why would he like someone as bad as minecraft as you. There are so many other hermits he could have chosen, you are just a rebound

Y/N whimpered as they brought themselves to the ground in front of their lovers base

You always burden him with your problems, he has enough on his hands as it is.

Y/N felt a tear roll down their cheek and a lot more followed. You walked forward slowly and raised a shaking hand to the door in front of you

Just go home, he can find someone better

Y/N placed a hand on the door not being able to stop the crying. They were right why were you going to him with your problems. With your insecurities. You were just a burden he could do so much better. Y/N decided against their plan to be comforted by their lover, they didn't want to feel like too much. As they turned and started to walk away the door opened. Y/N flinched, he couldn't see them like this. They pulled out their rockets but it was to late.

"Y/N?" Grian looked at you from the doorway. "I was just about to come see you come on in!" The Avian smiled at you before he realized something was up. He could always tell when you were down. "Y/N... are you okay?" His voice usually filled with mischief and laughter was quieter and more concerned filled than anything.

Y/N shook their head before turning around and running into their lovers arms and started full on crying. The Avian wrapped his wings around his partner in a comforting way pulling them in closer before picking them up shutting the door and heading over to the couch sitting down cuddling them into their chest. "Is it another one of those days baby?" He moved one of his hands to their hair playing with it in a comforting fashion. "Take all the time you need, im right here to listen always and forever. I'm always here for you."

Y/N slowly started to calm down in their partners warm embrace. "Yeah, im sorry G..."

"Hey don't be sorry, we all have our off days whats wrong?"

"Its so stupid..." they mumbled into their boyfriends chest.

"I bet its not that bad."

Y/N sighed before telling him everything. From the base to the flight here to the negative thoughts and throughout then entire story Grian just listened, no judgment he just pulled them tighter into the embrace careful not to hurt them.

"I love you so much Y/N. I wouldn't dream of choosing anybody else, its you and its always been you." He kissed them softly and turned on their favorite movie/show, and they fell asleep cuddled up in eachothers arms.

#hermitcraft x reader #grian x reader #hurt/comfort

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oh-snapperss · 1 year

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hey hi! i loved your work on cysm (have reread it twice and cried a lot) but i was wondering if you had any tips on writing etho and bdubs individually and how they interact with each other? working on my first project for them that's set in an alternate universe and i really want to get it right! thanks a lot hope you have a good day

hi anon!! thank you so much, i'm really glad that you liked cysm that much omg

hmmm ok i have a lot of thoughts so i'm gonna do my best to make this as comprehensible as possible:D

I'll start with Etho. One of the first things I noticed while writing CYSM and learning how to write Etho was his voice and his speech patterns, and how to transfer that onto a page since I didn't want to just be like "He spoke with a Canadian accent," and leave it at that when in my fic, Canada isn't really even a thing.

He has the signature "oh, snappers!" (hehe), he'll say "buh-bye!" and when he's exasperated or about to laugh or smile you can tell based on his tone. And he's got the "no-ho-ho-ho" he does when something goes wrong and his voice goes up a few octaves.

Depending on what content you're basing Etho off of, his personality also changes. If you're basing your writing off of his early days (so, Mindcrack and that era), I noticed that he's a lot quieter in general. If you're writing based on Hermitcraft, he's a lot more open.

A lot of people write Etho as cool and mysterious and slightly terrifying, and I think he can be depending on the au (e.g. @bananasofthorns' god au, where he's part of the void, you can read that au here and I adore those fics) but... a lot of the time Etho is just a guy doing a thing. He's ridiculously smart and entirely a wet rag.

In short, he's quieter, he's making fun of you without you realizing, he's got no idea what he's doing, and he's a genius.

And now I'll shut up about Etho and move on to Bdubs.

he's just a little guy! little skrunkly moss man!

Once again, depending on what era of content you're basing on, his personality would be slightly different. For the purposes of this, I'm gonna assume we're talking hermitcraft/traffic series and go from there.

god. where do I even start. Bdubs has a habit of giving his loyalty and love to anyone who will have him. We've seen him do it time and time again-with Scar in season seven, Cleo in third life, Ren in the current season as kingmaker, even Sausage now in Empires--Bdubs has this want to be wanted and given attention, and he'll swear himself to someone if that's what they can give him.

And he always goes back to Etho. At the end of it all, it's Etho Bdubs returns to.

He's loud, he cracks jokes, and I think he has a tendency to live in denial, especially when the end is near and everyone knows it. In canon, an example of this would be when it's the end of season eight and everyone else has left, but Bdubs is ignoring the giant rock hurtling towards him and filling the sky in favor of "claiming" all of the server as his own. In last life when he turns red the final time, he doesn't really accept he's red (ex. of this in my fics would be the moment in cysm when even Etho's accepted his fate, and Bdubs goes back into denial).

Bdubs will be incredibly kind while telling someone their build sucks. He's up front about things and a terrible liar.

The two together? oh god okay here we go. i'm going to have to put this post under a read more i think. whoops.

They can't take things seriously. It's rare they manage to have an entire conversation without skirting around anything deep and I think they leave a lot unsaid. It's easier to speak in actions then define it in words, and I think they've been doing that a long time.

Bdubs is the louder one, but Etho will drive him insane (it's his love language I think). They love each other but they'll never say so to each other, not really.

I think the best example of showing that I have isn't in cysm, but in I love you, I made you tea. They always leave SO much unsaid and it drives me INSANE.

Bdubs will brag and put on a bigger front than he actually has. Etho will go along with it, and tease him relentlessly.

Anything to keep the heavy topics at bay.

and now! moving on to love languages!

i think my sibling @oceans-swim worded it really well earlier so i'm gonna just say what they did SLDJKFSKLFJ

etho tends to show love to bdubs through acts of service, and bdubs shows love to etho with physical touch and words of affirmation?

another way i like to write them and affection--bdubs' love language is like. he loves attention and etho will give that to him, while etho is more reserved and bdubs will just love him anyways.

in a way i think sometimes that can actually maybe cause a problem because i think they both show love the same way they'd like to receive it but... that's just not what tends to happen? it really does go back to the lack of serious, non-joking communication. it's not an issue until you as a writer make it one LMAOOO

and uh. that's about all i got! maybe. hopefully. i really don't ever shut up about them. i hope that helps you! best of luck with your au!

#etho #bdubs #ethoslab #bdoubleo100 #ethubs #hermitshipping #laurie thoughts #thanks to tuna and ghost for also giving thoughts on this:D

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lilacsareinbloomagain · 1 year

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Stargazer anon again! ★彡

I loved your oneshot on Yandere!Impulse. 11/10! If you write more than once for people, would you do smth Yan!Keralis? I'd think of him being a *very* delusional yandere. Like "we're dating even though they barely know me" delusional. Do with that what you will.

Ty! - 🌠

Welcome back Stargazer! I'm happy you liked the Impulse oneshot, thank you for request once again :]

Notes: Once again, I don't know Keralis that much. But I promise I'll try my best. This oneshot took a while since I had to make a bit of a search to know more about his behavior and all.

Also, thanks for the tip, I love it when people give me those.

TWs: Yanderism, maybe ooc Keralis, isolation, mentions of social anxiety and dependency.

C! Keralis X Reader

Not actually innocent

Keralis was nice.

He really was.

You didn't know him much, sure. But whenever you needed something he always seemed to be there, even if you didn't ask something directly to him, he popped up.

When questioned, he told you word got around.

Word sure traveled fast in Hermitcraft, he normally appeared in less than half an hour.

You didn't even know why you weren't friends with him, like, you guys were friendly but not exactly close.

You met him in the first season of Hermitcraft, you two chatted and even did some collaborations. Both of you liked building so it worked out very well in the aesthetic area, but when it came to actually talking and getting closer it didn't happen that much.

Until it happened.

With the help of your friends, the both of you eventually grew closer in season 2 and in season 3 you were practically best friends.

Then he just disappeared.

Keralis went radio silent and never answered anything you guys sent his communicator after he went inactive on the server.

He didn't return for 4 whole years.

In the years he was gone, not only did new people join the server but you got closer to your old friends. You slowly realized how lonely you actually were when Keralis was on the server. The man basically monopolized your attention, every time you were planning to ask one of your other friends to collab or just hang you he immediately took that time, messaging you first.

Of course, you didn't want to think bad of him, maybe he was just very needy of attention? Spending so much time building couldn't have been good for his mental health, so the discovery that he could build and enjoy a nice chat with someone who just fit with him was too good to skip.

And he was also nice, very nice.

So when he came back after 4 years you couldn't bring yourself to confront him.

What you were able to do however, was avoiding him to the best of your ability.

And you did.

During those 4 years, you changed a lot, your personality now seemed to carry a bit of each of your friends as if they all had contributed to building the person you were now by just being there when your best friend abandoned you without further notice.

To be honest, you were sour at the very start of the years without him. You had trouble to be around everyone again, it was almost like he had isolated you without anyone noticing.

In a few months, your new (and old) friends helped you become a better version of yourself and made you miss Keralis a lot less. It was almost like you had lost a piece of yourself by just being so much time around him and not interacting with one else, like your personality had become bland.

Your habits changed a lot, too.

Before, it was almost like you were an extension of Keralis and not your own person.

Keralis tried pretending like nothing had happened when he came back, he acted the same as always.

It was very common for you to have your communicator always blown up with messages and missed calls from him, back then you would respond immediately when they appeared on your screen, now, when he messaged or called, most of the time you were busy with a lot of things.

Now you had a wide range of people to work with, so it wasn't unusual for you to be working with someone and when you guys decided to stop for a break you notice your communicator to be on the verge of glitching with the amount of messages from him.

You have also discovered something called a healthy sleep schedule.

4 years ago you barely napped, spending all day and night building restlessly.

You also discovered how fun other things were, sure, building was awesome, but have you ever explored? Farmed? Spent time with animals??? The list of things you spent time doing now, with other people or even by yourself kept going.

Keralis was restless.

It was almost like- No, you couldn't have been avoiding him. Could you? After all he had done for you?

No, you weren't avoiding him. You wouldn't avoid him of all people. The bond you shared was special, you loved him and he loved you even more.

Of course not! How come he ever even thought about that possibility? Keralis laughed to himself, walking towards your newly built house, seeing you and Grian in the distance, admiring the giant house and talking about something he couldn't hear, laughing and smiling together. He gritted his teeth as Grian stretched his arm across your shoulders, one of his brightly colored wings following his movements and wrapping across your back.

"These guys are getting on my nerves…" He mumbled, his fist gripping the handle of his pickaxe tighter.

Those new people, getting in the middle of you guys relationship, how dare them!

He rolled his eyes as he got closer to you and Grian, able to hear him bidding his goodbyes before flying away in the direction of the sea, where his base was located.

You were smiling, as you stopped waving and turned back you almost jumped, raising your hands in surprise at the figure of Keralis right behind you.

"Oh, didn't see you there." You smiled, scratching your neck after getting over your precious scare. He smiled back at you, coming to stand right by you, looking out into the distance.

"I think we need to talk." He said, not looking at you.

"Sure, one second I'm just gonna finish making a door to my h-" As you prepared to take a step away, Keralis held your shoulder.

"This is important," You lifted an eyebrow, waiting for what the topic of your important talk would be. "It's about our relationship. "

"Okay, yeah. We really need to talk about our relationship." You gave in, gently pushing his hand off your shoulder and moving to stand face to face with him. A serious expression on your face.

This topic was avoided by you for too long, this wasn't just about your mental health now, you had improved a lot and were okay now, and hopefully you'd be able to help Keralis too. Even if it would hurt him having the truth thrown at his face, this was important if he ever wanted to have friends, to understand how bondaries worked. And despite his terrible mental health, Keralis was a good person, he just needed to acknowledge something was wrong and actually try his best to fix it. And if he was up for it, you would be there to help him, like a good friend really would.

"You have to stop putting people before me." He crossed his arms, you shaked your head.

"That's not- They're my friends!"

"I'm more important than them, am I not??!" He yelled, you were about to speak again when he yelled. "You were supposed to love me!"

You put your hands on his shoulders. Speaking in a slow voice to try and make your words get in his head, furrowing your eyebrows.

"Keralis! This is not healthy."

He sniffed. Nodding his head.

You released a breath in relief. Patting his shoulder with one of your hands before squeezing it one last time.

"We can work this out okay, I'm here to help you." You smiled sadly at him, he lifted his head and smiled back at you, grabbing the hand you put on his shoulder. He held the hand there for a moment before pushing it away gently.

"Okay, now I really should go, it's almost nighttime and I have no doors." You chuckled a bit, glancing back at him before running to your crafting table, waving as you got away.

Ah, this is bad. You got attached to these people in the time he was gone.

Guess it would hurt you more when he isolated you from them again.

Still,you were so loyal to him, only made his love for you grow. Good to know you still loved him as well, it would make the process easier.

#keralis #keralis x you #keralis x reader #yandere x reader #yandere keralis #yandere hermitcraft #hermitcraft x you #hermitcraft x y/n #hermitcraft x reader #tw: yandere #c: keralis

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muuum-am-i-adohhhpted · 7 months

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A Demon in Hermit's Clothing (Hermitcraft)

I realize I didn't post this short fic here on Tumblr, only on AO3, so here it is. Inspired by Cleo announcing the Blood on the Clocktower game (which I still haven't watched)

Summary: Gem wakes in the night. She's ready to kill again.

AO3 Link

Word Count: 1077

Warnings: death and murder

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Etho’s blood is still slowly dripping down the brick from where his body was impaled at the top of the clocktower during the previous night. It stands out particularly well against the moonlight, the dried red dark against the white walls.

Gem creeps out of her house, fog curling around the cobblestone path. She smells blood—whether it’s from Etho or her fellow villagers, she doesn’t know. Her eye twitches and she glances right and left where everyone else is peacefully sleeping. Only the misty moon and low-burning lamp lights cast a glow across town.

Her first day went well; she’s pretty sure she’s sliding under the radar so far. She spoke to Impulse and Pearl first where they all hard-claimed to one another. Of course, with her being the Imp, she was given two bluffs, and Pearl herself was the Spy and therefore knew the entire Grimoire, it was easy to lie to Impulse’s face. Once he left, Pearl quickly recited everyone’s role in the town, some highlights being Cleo the Saint and Grian the Drunk Empath who said Doc and Ren were good, before they separated as to not cause suspicion of talking too long together.

She decided to leave Doc to his own devices for the day, not wanting to seek out her second minion on the first day. Besides, Gem was pretty sure no one was asking Doc about his role, already assuming he wasn’t going to say anything. She would have to speak to him in the morning; she’d like to know who he poisoned.

The sound of a faraway owl has Gem’s hairs on her neck standing up. With no wind, all sounds seem to be magnified.

Gem flexes her fingers, their sharp talons extending into deadly points. The only person she’s truly worried about is False. As the Slayer, all she has to do is accuse Gem of being the Imp and the townsfolk win. But it’s not like Gem can kill False now; there are ten others alive and her death would signal a possible Spy, which Gem certainly doesn’t want.

She thinks back to that evening, where the entire town congregated and began putting together everyone’s first-night information. With Ren the Investigator learning there was a Poisoner in play, Etho’s Washerwoman ghost communicating that either Impulse or Cleo was the Undertaker, Grian the Drunk Empath saying Doc and Cub were good, and Keralis the Librarian learning that a Drunk was in play, there was a lot to chew on. The Drunk really threw a wrench in the system, as nobody knew whose information was reliable. It was utter chaos.

Gem had to resist smiling.

So maybe she should kill one of the only first-night info getters? She really wants to wait to kill Impulse later, when either Pearl, Doc, or Grian, are possibly executed so he won’t figure out their true role, and killing any important role is too risky.

Gem starts in the direction of Cub’s house, nestled in between Grian and False’s. Maybe she can kill two birds with one stone. Cub’s the Mayor and has the chance of not dying. If Cub doesn’t die and it pings off someone else, Gem hopes it will hit an important role. If it hits Scar the Soldier who can’t die by the Imp, Gem’s Monk bluff can be mostly proved. But if Cub dies, Grian’s Drunk Empath powers will reach False (his next living neighbour), and Gem can only hope that False will turn up evil and the town will execute her without Gem having to lay a finger on the Slayer.

Cub’s house is a burgundy, its little chimney puffing out smoke. Gem silently walks up the front ramp and slides one of her talons in the front door’s lock, it clicking open almost instantly.

Inside, the fireplace is slowly dying and the boxy television is on a low volume, playing some sort of movie or show. Trinkets and various other things lay in the cabinet directly to Gem’s left and a collection of snow globes sit on the wooden coffee table in the middle of the living room.

Gem stalks towards Cub’s bedroom. She presses an ear against the door, only hearing the sound of light snoring. Gently, she twists the doorknob and pushes open the door.

Cub’s peacefully asleep in bed. A book is face-down on the nightstand next to him and a pair of fuzzy slippers peek out from beneath the bed frame. The window’s latched shut. As if doing so dissuades Gem from breaking in another way.

She makes quick work of Cub; a quick talon through the heart has him dead in his bed. The metallic smell of blood reaches Gem’s nose, her own heart fluttering with adrenaline and the satisfaction of an easy and decisive kill.

Carefully peeling back the bedsheets, Gem slides her hands under Cub’s neck and knees to lift him up. His body is still warm. She carries him outside, not bothering to close the door.

Then, her bones creak and her ears pop as leathery wings sprout from her back. With a thwump, Gem rockets towards the sky, wind rushing past her ears, her clothes flapping. Her heart thumps rapidly and a grin breaks out on her face.

She hovers over the clocktower where Etho’s body is still skewered by the long metal cross on top of the spire. Here, Gem can see the entire village and the surrounding sea, forests, mountains, and lakes. It’s beautiful, really. It’s too bad she plans to run this place to the ground.

Already, townsfolk are hesitant to trust their information in fear that they’re the Drunk; they’re hesitant to trust for fear that the other person is the Imp or a Minion. Factions are in the process of being made and lines are starting to be drawn. A handful of people are beginning to be suspicious of Cleo since Cub told the group that, after he’d claimed his role to them, they hadn’t returned the favour and had been overall very curt.

Perhaps she should feed into that belief. After all, if Cleo is executed as the Saint, Gem, and her minions, automatically win.

Her wings beating in the air, Gem unceremoniously drops Cub onto the metal cross atop the clocktower, his body making a squelching sound as he’s pierced through the stomach. There’s a slight thumping sound as he lands on top of Etho.

Gem goes back to bed.

#hermitcraft #geminitay #hermitcraft fanfic #hermitcraft fanfiction

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4n0therp4intb4llepis0de · 1 year

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A discord server Im in did this thing where we choose 10-15 of our fanfics we wrote and pick a random line to put here so Ima do that on tumblr

1. “Darkness”

Grian couldn't breath correctly. He kept hyperventilating, his vision blurred, and he felt a sharp pain in his chest. Why? Why must this happen to me?

2. The Benefits of Dehydration

"I think Mumbo's probably still looking for you, y'know" he jokes. "Ughhhhh i don't wanna gOoo" "Grian you have to at some point"

3. No I’m Not

The night proceeded normally.

If you count all the lights being on and no one sleeping, normal.

4. Reunited

It was hopeless. He was far away already and Grian didn't know what just happened. He decided to enter Hermitcraft, and go sit in his base for a bit to process what happened. He didn't even bother reading the messages on his communicator.

5. Race Against the Clock

I hate my life.

Okay that's a little much, but I hate this disease.

Yea that's better.

6. Heather

"Iskall... would you like to dance with me?" Ren nervously asks him. It hurts to see, but even though I'm saddened by it I'm happy for Ren. "Yes of course!" Iskall perks up.

7. New Years

"Why am I even going to a New Years party?" Grian groans. "Because it's fun. And I want cookies" scar answers him, as if he was ready to say 'I told you so' once Grian goes and enjoys it. (By force if needed.)

8. Sleepover

"So uh my kitchen's on fire."

"Grian... are you serious?" I could hear him trying to stifle a laugh. "eee-yep" I answered. "Alright I'll come over and help you put it out" and with that he hung up.

9. Our Spot

"Doc!" I screamed happily without thinking about anything else in that moment. "dude, did you decorate this!?"

"Uhm.. yeah! I did!"

"This is awesome! Why did you though?" I continued, slowly walking away in awe.

10. Two all-nighters

It was an odd sort of curse the terraformer had, but every night that he had a nightmare he'd come to Grian and feel better.

11. Chase With Fear

She rang the doorbell and heard Enid's mom yell for Enid to get it. "Ugh okay" Enid replied. She opened the door and started with, "if you're looking for Lucille Sinclair, you're at the wrong house," she sounded annoyed.

12. Operation EX

I screamed at the sight. I'm not sure why. No one could hear me. I couldn't even hear me. It took me what felt like ages to realize I was crying. I knew I wouldn't be able to do anything from the void. I couldn't message anyone, only receive messages. I couldn't come back to the surface. So then why was I now sad my brother was gone?

#wenclair #grian hermitcraft #hermitcraft 9 #lgbtq #grian #hermitcraft #wednesday addams #wednesday x enid #enid sinclair #desert duo #rendoc #renskall #gtwscar #evil xisuma

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docmbrainrotz · 4 months

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x3 First post and it's gonna be

Docm77 and Scar chaos ofc

Wip of a project Im doing + idea for rp request

Doc drew in a deep breath, feeling his eye water as he did so.

Oh, god no. God no no no no.

Raising his hands to his head, all he could do was stand with his mouth open. His fingertips dug through his hair, digging into his skin.

His tomato garden blazed in a violent inferno, he didn't even know if there was anything to salvage- He was a scientist- He could break reality but he couldn't fix this. "What did you DO?" He whipped his hand around, grabbing that fucking matador-mattress-elf?? hot guy by their shoulders.

*Scar stumbled over his words, but all Doc could do was shake them. Standing over the man, it took everything to keep Doc from snapping.* "You used Flaming arrows? FLAMING ARROWS? You ruined my Garden! I've spent years on this!"

"I-I can fix it, I have a water bu-"

"WHAT is a Water Bucket going to do against this?"

Doc's words became exasperated as he stepped back, clutching his head. Pulling at his hair, he felt himself hyperventilating. At this point, he was choking from how sharps his breath had gotten. No no, those fucking pesky birds- That hot guy had ruined his deepest passion: Sure, he had tomatoes growing scattered around: On his flagpole, in the Hall of Goat, but this had many different breeds, cucumbers, onions, carrots. He didn't mind initially when Scar tried to surprise him with their arrows, but how could he be so fucking careless?? Without even realizing, in the dry heat of the edge of the perimeter, the firey arrow had nestled itself into the thick veins of his golden cherry tomatos.. A small flame quickly consumed the wilting leaves and wooden frames.

"I-I.. iM .. Im so sorry, Doc, I really.." He couldn't find the right words. Scar stood there, the wind that carried the violent blaze tearing through his clothes. Stepping away, he used his elytra to launch himself back into the air- "I'll be back! I'll fix this!"

*Doc crossed his arms over his chest, watching the fire that had overtaken his garden. The resolve in his heart surely blazed hotter than *this.* His nails dug into his arms as he let out a deep breath.

The hermits flew over his head. Pearl placed a shulker, handing out splash water potions, buckets of water...

...While he stood there, watching in anger, his friends *tried.*

Working around the outside, they made sure the plants were soaked so it wouldn't spread further. The splash water potions easily ate at the fire, yet someone.. doc felt more defeated. As the fire was extinguished, he saw the charred remains. Maybe he was content to let it keep going, not wanting to see the full extent of the damage.

His friends asked if he was fine, but their words were just buzzes in his ear.

It wasn't until it was all put out, his friends by his side, that he finally snapped out of his daze.. "I..-"

"Hey, it's okay. Let's get you inside." Gem spoke softly, seeing the sunset beginning to dip in the distance. He nodded quietly, leading his friends into the Hall of Goat.

"Doc. I'm really sorry." Scar said again, clearing his throat. He rested his hands on his lap, leaning forward in his wheelchair. He could float with his wings, but indoors he always needed his wheelchair still.

"I know you worked so hard on this garden, so I promise to help you rebuild every inch of it. I-I mean, Pearl wants to as well."

Doc looked at Scar. His anger faded away. This was still his friend, the one who made his favorite and most comforting place in hermitcraft: Scarland.

Still, the resentment built up like bile in his throat. He still wanted revenge for the hundreds of hours last. His tunnel bore, his tomatos, then what?

"I.. see.." Doc spoke, trying to calm his shaking voice. His accent was harsher than usual, "you'll.. rebuild it. Help terraform.. the burnt land."

#hermitcraft #docm77 #goodtimeswithscar #writing #i know this is cringe i don't care #i color code to help organixe my thoughts

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theminecraftbee · 2 years

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Re: your winged!Grian origin post

I joined the HC fandom circa early s7, and I just want to say that I think we as a fandom are sort of retroactively putting importance onto the whole bird symbolism. Yes, it's important and does make some sense, but back then it definitely felt like probably 80% of winged Grians were Watcher Grian (inspired by ATUS) and parrot or chicken or any other wing was the outlier. I understand not wanting to place too much importance on any one particular fic, but it's hard to overstate just how much ATUS was THE watcher fic. No one except the most niche fans had watched Evo, but suddenly this was The One Thing About Grian (the most popular hermit) so everyone in the fandom had to read that to understand any fanworks, basically. And a huge amount of Watcher knowledge that became fanon, especially back then, was extrapolated from ATUS, full stop.

TLDR. yes it's good not to raise one fic on a pedestal but I also think we shouldn't be trying to erase ATUS influence after the fact. Feels like a weird attempt to change history

(Also I swear this isn't ATUS propaganda I only read it the once. I just legitimately think it's an important part of hermit history and am trying to help, so sorry if this comes off mean or anything!)

so, disclaimer, i wasn't there in the fandom at the time, but my own like, editorialized thoughts on this, as opposed to informative (which means my own opinions are in here and you may not agree with them, this isn't meant to be a factual accounting of fandom history anymore):

i don't think you're entirely wrong, which is why i went out of my way to include it; at least on tumblr, i think that fic probably had an outsized influence on how people write watchers and the winged grian stuff. as someone who wasn't around, the main way i know that is "people still discourse about it", "specific design elements that weren't super present in canon (or present at all in hermitcraft canon) are really present in fanworks", and "i know full well that, while people claim cleo said she read atus, she only said that she read a fic where grian had wings and something about how he was sad a lot if i remember right, and the fact that people extrapolated that to mean atus says some pretty strong things to me". like, all of these things together is why i think atus clearly had a lot of influence here.

that being said, i do have people in my comments like "oh yeah i realized he liked flying so i drew him with an elytra a lot, and then i saw people adding feathers so i started doing that". that seems especially common with people who were, say, on the reddit at the time - they didn't have the fandom context that was causing it on tumblr, so they either A) originated giving him wings on their own or B) picked it up from other artists and made assumptions about where it came from.

the thing is that while atus clearly had a huge influence on the older fandom... i bet, show of hands, most of the newer fandom members who joined late season 7 and beyond? have not actually read atus. or, if they have, that isn't their main influence for the winged grian art - other winged grian art is. that's how stuff like this ends up spreading in the fandom. hell, that's what we're seeing with things like xb's fish properties - one or two people who were big in the fandom liked it, and other artists picked it up from them, and it wouldn't surprise me if it really does become a ubiquitous character trait of his that people are baffled by at this rate. the hermitcraft fandom does that a lot.

that newer grian artists don't have that fandom context so they are drawing him with wings because they know he is meant to have them, and are making up the reason they think he should have them. atus has, at this point, been mostly removed from the wings equation. the watcher thing hasn't - he's never losing that association - but specifically atus's influence isn't really a major factor so much anymore. besides, as i said: i see him with parrot wings far more often than i see him with purple ones these days, and it's a little silly to say that that's not because of season 7, when it absolutely is.

all of this is to say that when it comes to the wing stuff atus is absolutely important which is why i included it but i sort of get the sense grian would have ended up with wings even without atus, if only because of the parrot stuff in season 7 when combined with the fandom's specific love of non-humaning people.

as for the watcher stuff... so here's the thing. i think fanon watcher stuff is absolutely heavily influenced by atus and it wouldn't be an inescapable part of grian's character without it, if only because evo just is not that popular compared to hermitcraft and people wouldn't be dragging all the evo stuff up in the specific way hermitcraft fans do if atus hadn't happened. so many of the watcher tropes people use originate clearly from that fic.

and like. okay. i agree with people when they say a lot of those tropes would have cropped up around watchers anyway. i know the "the watchers are evil" thing is a massively debated plot point but it's such low-hanging fruit people would have grabbed it. i have seen the watcher statues, people would have grabbed the angel imagery. people would have grabbed the purple. it's more the specific confluence of ideas that seems to have originated with atus, and more specifically, the popularity of doing watcher stuff in the first place.

once again, to be clear: the watcher stuff has undergone a LOT of fandom mutation. i think most new fans hear about it and don't know about atus, and even maybe watch evo themselves, which is neat. but evo... is not as big as hermitcraft! evo is an old series! and like. yhs or even vault hunters don't get as integrated into the characters as evo does, and that's almost certainly because it blew up at one point. and while i think most current watcher people do their own thing, i think it would be disingenuous to say that atus didn't have an influence on the fact that the fandom does not let go of the watcher thing for grian, just like trying to claim that the superhero fic trend in dsmp didn't come from tommy's unbeatable method. like, yes, the people doing it now aren't necessarily doing it because of that fic, or using the tropes because of that fic; they've picked them up themselves. at the same time, it's hard to say the popularity didn't start there.

i also know it sucks to say that, since a lot of people have some shitty memories related to atus, which i won't comment on because i was really not there for that discourse and i don't want to put words in people's mouths. it also sucks because people hear that and think people are saying they aren't being original/they're making things up, or that it's bad that they do the watcher things, and they want to defend it. i get that. like i said, a lot of the tropes that we attribute to atus probably would have been associated with watcher stuff anyway. its just that watcher!grian would have been a lot more niche without it, i think.

(with the possible exception of if martyn had still done his thing at the end of last life; we have no way to know how much he was influenced by fanon or not on that, given that he and grian were the actual writers for evo lore and all that. that's a different can of worms though we're talking about hermitcraft here.)

this also comes from me as an outsider, someone who really only entered the hermitcraft fandom early season 8, and only started watching mid season 7 (after the turf war, even). this is my observation of the trends as i've seen them. it probably feels different when you're an insider, as well, and were there at the time this stuff came about. and i admit some of this comes from being someone who joined the fandom late and has had trouble picking up the why for the watcher stuff. i get it with the "grian has wings", that's constantly reaffirmed as a headcanon, but a lot of the weird specifics of watcher tropes continue to baffle me as someone who isn't really interested in watching evo and mostly just wants to do hermitcraft stuff. (i use the watcher stuff sometimes as it suits me, as i do with basically all the fanon. i'm mostly neutral to it i actually have stronger opinions about hels stuff than i do watcher stuff when it comes to 'things that are largely fanon', lol.)

anyway atus is also fascinating to me because it's like. reading it now it's like, okay? it isn't bad, i'm not saying that, but it's also not a masterpiece, and it very heavily reads to me as "this fic got lucky to be in the right place at the right time to have the influence it had, by being the first to do a trope other people would latch onto later", and i think that kind of way fics work is interesting as someone who writes fics myself. (for the record, that's kind of how i consider black box too - it's fine, it does what i wanted it to do, but also it is as popular as it is because it happened to be in the right place at the right time and was the first decently-written thing to do a trope other people would latch onto later.) i can see why people would be annoyed to have the stuff they do that they consider unrelated to it constantly attributed to it, especially given the amount that it's just become established fanon by now that people don't have to know any of the original context to be able to use.

uhhh that was long the tl;dr is that the wing stuff almost certainly would have happened eventually anyway from what i can tell and a lot of the tropes we use for watchers probably would have also shown up anyway, but it's also silly to pretend that atus isn't a huge part of why it's as popular of a set of tropes as it is, because it is a part of that. that doesn't make any of the tropes bad or unoriginal though and i think people should keep doing them they're cool

#answered #discourse #(not really but i'm putting that tag there to be safe)#and to be clear I WAS NOT HERE I CANNOT ARBITRATE THIS #this is just what i've like. picked up and my assumptions #also i am like. i want to express that i am aggressively neutral on how much i like a lot of these tropes it depends on who's writing them #this is not meant to be a judgement in any way please don't read it as that please don't take any of this out of context #i just think this fandom history stuff is interesting and want to explore it #winged grian history

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snipsnexus · 2 years

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*takes a seat in your inbox and takes a sip of some Gunpowder Green Tea*

HEY CYD NICE TO SEE YOU HERE IN MY ASKBOX!!! OH THE GUNPOWDER GREEN TEA, HMM!!!

Okay, so it starts off like this.

After very careful consideration, I have realized that Charlie Slimecicle(variety youtuber and occasional twitch streamer) and Grian (minecraft youtuber extraordinaire) are actually very incredibly similar. Their love of gunpowder, of puns, their glasses, how both of their names are actually fucking "Charles". I've talked about it before.

Anyways

This revelation of their similarities caused me (an my good friend Cydough/Cyd/Chaggle) to make this VERY FUNNY AU where Charlie Slimecicle and Grian Minecraft are twin brothers, separated at a young age when Grian went to Japan and Charlie stayed in his hometown with his good friend Condi. >:3

This is gonna get longer, so I'm going to put the rest of this au (going through most of the SCU, Epic SMP, Wilbur's Skyblock, MCC, Hermitcraft seasons 6-8 and Evolution SMP) under this readmore!! V V V V V

When either the Elders remember the prophecy or it gets dropped by the local wizard (Scar's Grandfather) like a new diss track, they all immediately assume it's one of the new boys,

They basically spin a baby roulette wheel and choose Grian, so they little guy is shipped out to whatever town in Japan that YHS takes place in and meets Sam and Taurtis, two other English transfers that had been there for longer than he has (I don't really count the kindergarten thing as canon)

Charlie gets along with all the kids before Wilburs father (Yknow, Phil) decides to take both him and his slightly older brother somewhere where they can contact their mother easier (Mumza, Kristen, Goddess of Death)

They continue to do shit together for most of their lives, until they're wisked away by the Chaos God, Schlatt, who only really wanted to fuck around with the prophecy for Some Fun (Charlie), Give him an apple and all, and ended up with the other two as well. So he tried to kill them off with his powers, but they just wouldn't stay dead. Until the God Apple started to take into affect

It didn't really give Charlie anything he didn't already have, it just amplified what he already had. The ability to change. To create. To take the Code of an Old God and rip it to shreds to Save his friends. So he did.

Schlatt, or what remains of him, sticks around in Charlie's mind. Like a hallucination, like a tumor. Whatever, right

MEANWHILE

Grian is going through the time of his fucking LIFE in high school

He dips from Tokyo after he and Taurtis and Sam end up destroying the world with the necronomicon (Which sends everyone else in the world into the Void, i.e. the Soots) and Grian goes on to found Evo

We Know What Happens In Evo

Except before that last portal, the one where they go an kill the dragon, Grian is bloodthirsty, and angry and *hurting*

Because he lost Taurtis

And He's Not Coming Back This time

So, Grian killed the Dragon, is now a Watcher. Charlie killed Schlatt, is now a New Old God. Condi and Grizz both have a taste of power after eating the other two Golden Apples.

Where's Wilbur in all of this??? I'm glad you asked

My hypothesis? Two different sets of Sky Gods

The Council(Charlie, Condi, and Grizz), who are usually VERY unhelpful, And The Watchers (Grian), who gives resources, and things he would need to survive

And both sets of Gods are trying to give items at the same time which just messes up the code of the item being delivered and Wilbur just gets another pair of boots and NO ACTUAL ANSWER

It's like when two people are fighting over how to fry an egg and end up making pumpkin pie or something. Wilbur is Confused, Grian is getting a bit pissed that his first assignment as a Watcher is going so poorly, and Charlie is having the time of his fucking life

Grian eventually flees to HCS6, The Council eventually add in Bizly, And Bizly becomes a Minor God, Grizzly becomes a Fallen God and then a Ghost, like Schlatt, and Condi ends up leaving M'olympus after Grizzlys death.

Charlie ends up being the last God on the council after Bizly resigns and returns to his former Kingdom and he ends up drifting alone for a while until he lands in Epic SMP where Charlie is essentially a God In Hiding. He's trying to be carefree about everything that's going on and *How The Fuck Is Schlatt Here??*

Charlie's pretty sure he killed that goat fuck, and back when Charlie was playing around in lonely worlds after the rest of the Council died or left, he messed around in a few survival worlds to get the hang on being real again. He sees Schlatt in the corner of his eye too often for his liking

So Charlie goes and says HI to Schlatt, and he doesn't quite know if Schlatt is real or not and if anyone else can see him, so he just kinda pretends he isn't there until Swagger addresses Schlatt by name

And when Charlie looks at Schlatt, he looks younger than he last saw him. His horn look shorter, the suit looks a bit more casual, and his voice doesn't echo,

so Charlie is pretty much okay with hanging around Swagger and becomes fast friends with Ted, who reminds Charlie of Condi and he spends a few nights before the internship crying and sobbing and feeling pretty fucking regretful over his longest friend's leave

Right before the internship, Charlie gets an invite, one time holiday special, for Mcc

Charlie sees Wilbur, and immediately recognizes him from the short time he tormented the guy for a couple months with the Council and- yeah fuck, thinking about them still really fucking hurts. He sees a few of the other competitors, meets his team who are two nice almost-adults and possibly the one person who thinks they know everything(:)) and Charlie thinks a few of the other competitors look familiar, he's probably seen that face before,

So also side note: why did Schlatt have the resurrection book in the DreamSMP???? Well, maybe someone was trying ro revive an old God whose powers were already taken by someone else, hmm

So like, maybe Swagger was trying to revive Schlatt in EpicSMP, maybe asked the void pit for assistance or prayed to it idk, and got a funny little book the next morning

What I'm saying is, SwaggerSouls had the resurrection book first, Schlatt took it in his rush to leave EpicSMP after Charlie blew the place to smithereens, and went to DreamSMP

So like, after he blows all that shit up, he grabs Ted and they both run from the explosions as fast as fucking possible and jump into the Void Hole just in the forest of Epic

Going through the Void, everyone knows all of the Void is the same in every world, the Deep Void, that is. So Charlie and Ted are just kinda drifting, but since Ted can't really breathe, Charlie had to knock him the fuck out and is using most of his magic to create oxygen for Ted to breathe

Because he's fucking wired on adrenaline and trying to make sure his friend doesn't suffocate in the Void, he completely misses the Watching eyes

He basically gets straight up YOINKED from where he is in the deep end, and has a fucking DEATH GRIP on Ted to keep him from being ripped away. He Sits, or well, is strewn across the large marble Gallery of The Watchers.

Charlie freaks out, as a fellow God himself, he would be lying to you if he said he knew anything about any other God out there. He didn't really do his reading when he was fucking around with his new powers, kay?

So he just sees what looks like fucking purple tinted biblical angels with talons and eyes literally covering every inch of their form. He's panicking, a little. The Watchers greet him warmly, call him Little Empire, call him Xelqua, pat his head, rub some dirt from his face, check his magic and, oh. Oh it looks like he's missing a bit, oh dear, don't you fret we'll just give you our gift again. Funny life series you're trying out dear, must have masked most of the magic we gave you. Don't you worry, we'll put you and your friend, oh is this one the Mumbo guy you were talking about? No? Taurtis? No matter, we'll send you two right back to your little Hermits, bye, make sure to preen those wings more often.

He and Ted get basically rocket launched through the Void until they're no longer heading Sideways, they're going Up, And oh, would you look at that, they get tossed up through some bedrock and two people are just standing there, bantering

So I'm gonna put Ted and Charlie's arrival about the same time as the one time Scar got trapped in the bedrock in the botem hole and Grian had to fish him out using ender pearlsI also kinda wanna give him wings because of the Watcher mishap so image, *imagine*

Wings that are almost completely useless because he didn't ever really learn how to shape-shift so now he's just got constantly melting goop wings

Grian just got Scar out of his own mess of being in the fucking bedrock of the botem hole (*really, scar?*) when two people just get flung through the Botem Hole, more importantly, the *void* under the botem hole. So Grian does the first thing he thinks of and just fucking YOINK

Since I'm always riding on the headcanon that avians are shapeshifters and Grian is pretending to be an avian, and totally not a Watcher

Grian catches Ted in his talons while Scar barely manages to catch Charlie from where he's still half-stuck in the bedrock

You bet when he wakes up, the first thing out of his mouth is "Where's Condi"

So Charlie goes and find Ted just eating a bowl of milk, and judging by the person on the other side of the table's reaction, he's been doing so for a while.

He goes to meet Ted and gets frame-one hugged the SHIT out of and Ted like "Man, I thought we were goners. Who knew the weird, unexplained, vaugly disturbing pit in the middle of the first would bring us here, right!" And Charlie's just like "Haha, yeah, sure is crazy amiright"

Sitting at the table is a guy who introduces himself as Xisuma, the Admin of the server who is currently trying to find out how the absolute fuck they managed to get into a whilelist server without being whitelisted and Charlie just shrugs because God's do what God's do he guesses, and if a God is gonna mistake him for someone who was supposed to be here, well then he isn't going to look a gift horse in the fucking maw

He doesn't know, and Ted doesn't know, so Xisuma asks too look at their code for a later date, thinking that maybe something in their code let them manage to slip pass the whitelist barrier. And after asking the two newcomers their last memories, the really tall guy who could probably rival Mumbo in Tallness says the last thing he remembers is running for his life as the entire world blew up behind him, with Charlie dragging him along as explosions chased their heels.

Xisuma thinks it might be okay to let the two stay for a little while.

So I want Ted and Charlie to build in the area between Impulse and Scar's Swaggon, and Charlie starts digging another cave when Ted goes "Can't we have an actual house this time?" And Charlie just freezes like "I never actually considered living in a House that is a GREAT IDEA!"

People start confusing Grian and Charlie as eachother, especially people who don't really know Grian, like Beef and Hypno

And at some point they actually start getting to know eachother and Charlie and Grian sit down for a little funny talk where Grian is like "My life's always been shit. I lost my friend-" Charlie flinches. "I was taken from my friends by the Watchers-" Charlie pales. "And I'm pretty sure it all had to do with that stupid prophecy when I was born!" Charlie freezes, "I'm sorry, the *what*?"

Grian starts to recite the prophecy with a sigh and halfway through Charlie jouns in and they both just stare at eachother.

"How do you know-"

"That was the prophecy an old man blabbered about when *I* was born, but they never said it was for me, the same shit happened to me too."

"I lost my best friend Taurtis."

"I lost my longest friend Condi."

"I was taken by the Watchers."

"I was taken by Schlatt."

"I was given abilities akin to a God after I killed the first Ender Dragon."

"I took another Gods powers after I killed him to protect my friends."

Every hermit think Ted is either a cow hybrid with recessive traits or a Vampire who drinks milk as a replacement for blood. Beef and Zedaph try and figure out what kind of hybrid Ted is but Ted is honestly just drinking more milk and trying to cause general havoc and they hvw no idea what kind of hybrid he is. zed makes a red string corkboard, hypno joins him and xb is in the corner drinking a slurpee watching this go down.

He stops by the Swaggon like "Excuse me Mr. Goodtimes, do you have any spare vines." And Grian, who is already there, and Scar, who lives there, start laughing their entire asses off

Charlie also makes a really shoddy ramp up into the Swaggon because even though Scar built the thing, it really isn't handicap accessible

Mumbo is just like: I'm selling end crystals!

Charlie and Ted: What are those???

Botem: * very confused *

Grian: They're- uh, the exploding thing on the top of the obsidian pillars in the end that heal the dragon?

Ted and Charlie: OOOH!!

Charlie: But wait, how do you get those? I thought the only thing you can do is punch them or shoot them???

Mumbo: You can craft them!

Ted and Charlie: YOU CAN WHAT???!!

Ted and Charlie make their own little cottage core house after Grian and Charlie realize they're brothers. Grian gives him flying lessons when he's not working on the Midnight Alley and Ted regularly hangs out with Impulse and Mumbo, until he gets introduced to Zedaph and everything goes absolutely bonkers for a few days

Charlie meets Ren and they both have such Golden Retriever energy and they literally go and play catch outside of Octagon for a while

And then,,,

Grian: Hey Charlie...

Charlie, fiddling with his kazoo tuner: Oh, yeah?

Grian: Is the moon big...?

Mumbo starts the moon cult, Charlie gets thrown on his fucking ass by the changing gravity, Ted pretends to walk on the ceiling of their house. Ted signs up for the Mooners cult for fun and Charlie ends up the only one who doesn't because he has a single self preservation instinct

So like, Charlie feels like he's going insane because everyone else around him is so entirely sleep deprived that they don't even sound real anymore

He takes regular trips outside of Botem to go to wherever Bdubs is so they can have a slumber party, where all they do is sleep. They just sleep. That's it.

It starts with Charlie who can't sleep at his own base because Ted is there, so he goes to the notorious sleeper on the server, Bdubs. As a fun sleepover game, they end up summoning a demon, which turns out to be Impulse so they leave again. They go to Zed's place and after they sign a liability waiver, sleep for about five seconds before Charlie can feel Zed taking his blood samples and he just grabs Bdubs from the bed and books it.

They try to sleep somewhere between Gem and False, but get so intimidated by the giant reindeer and eagle that they keep fuckin walkin

They end up sleeping at Iskall and Ethos place and are very confused by the fact that they don't actually talk to eachother, just pass notes to eachother, but will talk to them just fine

Once they finally sleep through the night and get back to their respective bases, refreshed, ready for the morning, eating breakfast, doing a morning walk around Botem, Charlie sees the other Botem members and how fucking ragged and sleep deprived they are and almost laughs straight in Ted's face

"That was a terrible idea and you know it."

"C'mon Charles, it's just the first night. It can only get better after-"

"The human body can only go 11 days without sleep, Ted. You don't look like you're going to survive *one*"

Charlie just ends up finding places around Botem where he can sleep in peace. Like an empty car on the Swaggon, on a windowsill outside of Impulses factory, on Pearl's waterfall llamas' back, between the roof and the top of the Midnight alley

When the moon starts falling and Scar puts them all in crash dummy suits into the rocket, there's still only 4 chambers but there's seven of them so Charlie sits on Scars lap and Ted tries to sit on Impulses shoulders when they drop

As soon as they pass through the Botem hole, it's not just Charlie who's trying to keep everyone alive, but now Grian is too

But Grian and Charlie both manage to give everyone an air bubble that they all sit in as they drift through the void until they're yoinked up by the watchers again

And deadass they're like

***TWO OF THEM?????!!!***

The Watchers realize they've made a little bit of an oopsie and are just like "We thought you were our little empire!!! You two have the same taste of magic!!!" (Its shape-shifting magic, they're both natural born shape shifters) They start drilling Charlie on what the fuck he's been doing with his powers and he just goes like "I've just been fucking around with people in the one block void worlds, especially that one guy, Wilbur."

And grian goes

"you fucking *what*"

Charlie realizes he was fucking with his brother and just, the most *shit eating grin* ever"

Milo was a good fish!"

"YOU WERE OVERIDING MY DROPS, YOU-"

"Now now boys, please don't maul eachother on the marble."

I think I'm gonna end the story once the Watchers direct them back towards the Season 9 world

Ted and Charlie respawn in separate worlds. And when Charlie opens his eyes, Condi is there in a shittly little wooden shack

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