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wickedfangharpg · 3 months

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Now experimenting with just putting the written part along with story pieces here (hopefully there's no character limit I need to worry about down the line🤣), but still linking the DA post on the image as well <3 For convenience sake, I'm putting the tldr at the top here ^w^

TLDR; Soren has become an official member of the local mafia. Yay? As is tradition, she's been given a welcoming gift for the occasion, and was invited to a dinner party everyone's going to be attending. Surely there won't be any drama with everyone together in one place, right?

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It'd been over half year since Soren had agreed to work under Rath. She'd been uncertain at first, however with how kind and welcoming everyone at the manor has been thus far, she found it easy to adjust to the new environment. Work time felt more like friend time to her, and being assigned the job of a bodyguard, she never had to be alone.

Most of her work took place outside the manor; it was her job to keep people safe when they left the property, and ensure they'd return alright. It wasn't too often that she'd have reason to actually go inside, a deliberate move from her superiors while they gauged whether or not she could be trusted. She didn't see much action in these few months, the most she's had to do was take out her axe; plenty enough to scare off any would-be threats in most cases.

These first months of working for the family had essentially been a trial period, to see how well she'd do within their ranks. Soren was entirely unaware of this, but that trial period was coming to an end now that Rath was confident enough that she wouldn't snitch on anyone or the like. Surely she's figured out by now that their business wasn't entirely an honest one.

It was a time between seasons, dark clouds blocking the sun from gracing the mostly dead flora exposed by the melted snow. Cold but not freezing, neither winter or spring in Soren's eyes. Everyone else always seemed to call this the only 'ugly' time of year, however Soren would argue otherwise. There was beauty to be found in nature no matter the state of it, even if it was all gloom, barren flora and mud. Well, the mud wasn't fun, but surely it'd dry up soon.

She arrived to the front of the manor assuming it'd be just another work day, when Rath came to the door to invite her in. This was most unusual, however Soren didn't think much of it and followed him into the lavish estate.

"I got you something," Rath grinned while he lead her through the main hall.

"Oh? What for?" Soren asked with a glance towards the demon.

"Consider it a 'welcome to the family' gift."

This only further puzzled Soren. "But...I've been working for you since last summer?"

"Yes, you did work for us. Now you're one of us." Rath clarified as the two stepped outside, a sprawling garden with wide paved paths running the length of this side of the building.

Hitched just by the door was a buckskin yearling, the colt perking ears and abruptly raising his head to meet the eyes of the pair.

Any further questions left Soren's mind as she spotted the colt, gasping at the realization that he was for her. "Oh goodness, he's so precious!" She gushed, keen to hurry to the young horse and give him a hug.

This was swiftly denied as the colt jolted back with a snort, stomping a hoof as if he'd been offended.

Soren promptly stopped, more calmly offering a hand for him to sniff with more restrained excitement. "Oh I love him, does he have a name?"

"Creative Vibration." Rath answered, pleased and frankly relieved that Soren wasn't upset that she's had the responsibility of a scarcely-trained yearling dumped on her as a gift. "He's a Celtic Warlander. The studs I hear grow moustaches when they reach adulthood, I thought you'd like that."

"That sounds so cute, thank you so much!" Soren beamed as she looked toward her boss.

"You're quite welcome." Rath smiled, tail flicking slightly behind him. "We're having a dinner party tonight as well, if you'd like to join in you're more than welcome to." He added.

"That would be lovely, could I bring a friend as well?" Soren knew Quillan wasn't one for large gatherings - although she'd invite him along too anyway - but Axel most assuredly would enjoy such an event.

"Sure, we always have room for one more." Rath shrugged, seeing no harm in it.

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redwinterroses · 3 years

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After 3rd life, they came back Wrong.

The twisted necromancy that fucked the respawn mechanic in that world came back with them, and fucked with the respawn of the Hermitcraft world.

It spread like an infection, by the touching of remains as they crumbled to dust, and after that point there was a small chance that they wouldn't respawn again when they died.

You'd think it was Scar who would fall victim to this first, since he dies so often that he'd be rolling the dice more frequently, but no. It was Grian. A death that would have been irreversible had Xisuma not been online to frantically dig through the void for the man's data, the ones and zeroes that made up his soul, and restore them in the cooling corpse.

That's how you can tell that they're not coming back; if he respawn works properly, the body decays in an instant, the matter being transported with the data of the player's mind and soul to the respawn point, but if the player can't respawn, the body remains.

After Xisuma finds out what's going on, he teaches every hermit how to dig for player data, should the Admin himself fall victim to this plague. However, when he first does, it's not the other hermits who desperately search to get him back, it's Evil Xisuma.

Every hermit lives in fear now, every death message causes blood to run cold. Totems aren't sold anymore, they're given in their shulker boxes full for free. The hermits are family, and they can't bare to lose each other.

Cleo isn't sure how this plague will work with her, but Joe makes her promise never to test it out.

TFC doesn't really think much of it, stating he's an old man who has lived plenty of life, and he doesn't really do anything dangerous anyway, causing even EX to break down in tears.

Doc and Ren debate giving up on the hermatrix, Ren becoming fiercely protective of his basemate, knowing all too well what oblivion feels like.

Every hermit who came back from 3rd life becomes uncharacteristically careful, Bdubs particularly losing the joking edge to his obsession with sleeping away the night, and every hermit on the server rallies around protecting Scar, determined to stop him from dying even if it kills them.

Maybe something happens where a hermit can't be saved, where their data is lost to the nothingness, maybe not, but Xisuma and EX eventually figure out how to fix things: a complete hard reset. Not just of the server, but of every infected player.

This will, naturally, erase any memories, so TFC, the only uninfected player left due to living in his mines, states that he will remember for them.

He asks Xisuma to see if he can isolate the memory files of the Hermits, and transfer them to him for safe keeping. It takes some doing, but eventually the X twins figure it out.

They warn TFC that more than 20 lifetimes worth of memory is more than one mind can bare, but the old miner merely smiles, reiterating what he said before.

"I'm an old man, Xisuma, I've lived plenty of years, and if saving my family is what ends that streak, so be it."

EXCUSE ME TUMBLR USER SCARRED-BUT-STILL-SMILING--

*holds this precious gift carefully*

You came into my inbox. And just... left this. Like an unexpected plate of cookies.

And it's a full hotbar fic, isn't it? *counts real fast* Yes! Yes it is! (edit, okay I can't math it's 544 words instead of 576 but the intro bit was 63 words and I assumed it was an editing thing. It's a hotbar fic with a few non-full stacks lol)

Holy crow my dude this is amazing. Wonderfully done, thank you so much for sharing!

Imagine, after the reset, the hermits lining up with TFC, ready to restore their memories. The confusion, the not knowing who he is, but implicitly trusting him, half because of his bearing and half because something in their instincts just says he's good. And then one by one, everything comes back--just as intense as when they first experienced things... And TFC is exhausted and drained and he now knows more than he ever needed or wanted to know about all his family and friends... but he still heads into the kitchen to brew up a pot of cocoa for everyone because they're dealing with regaining their entire lives and it's the least he can do...

Oh my heart.

gah between this and datd my feels-o-meter is reading off the charts today

#redwinteranswers #thank you thank you thank you this is a delight #full hotbar fic #fic block

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b000mbayah · 3 years

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Warnings: I wrote this last year when I was dumb so ignore how putrid it is :)

Word count: 2k

Snow gliding through the sky as it piles up on the concrete streets. The sky is cloudy as a mist fogs up our surroundings. Streets of Seoul full of people looking for gifts for relatives. The festive holiday is coming up and people are able to spend the day with loved ones. I used to be one of those people.

I lost my true love a month ago. It was a stupid argument over the most irrelevant thing imaginable, I was just so fuming at the time that I had no idea what I had gotten myself into. It was a trap, either way I was screwed. If I had continued the argument it would have worsened and if I had stopped earlier she still would have left me.

I could see in her eyes that she was broken due to the amount of times I've done this to her. I broke her again... I've broken her for the last time, and now she's gone.

If I had said sorry she would have left, if I begged she would have left, if I had just stopped myself from shouting in the first place. She's scared of me now, her eyes so full of fear as she trembled on the spot. I'll never forget the way she looked at me every time.

The following mornings were full of me proving to her that I loved her whether she wanted it or not. I would have done anything to make her forgive my foolish actions, couldn't do that last month though. It all seems pointless, love. I mean there are positive and negative outlooks on love.

Love can fill you with pure joy and excitement to the point that you forget the numbness that you'll feel after it's over with.

It leaves you broken as if you're a ship with treasure that crashes onto land, losing all its precious moments and times as everything inside spills out, never to be found again.

There are more negatives to love than positives and I swear that I'll never forget her, she was the one I loved most and I let go of her hand, I let her slip and now she's gone.

watching her on stage made me cry every time, hearing the news JYP sent out made me depressed... hearing that she had to have a break from her schedules made me feel guilty.

I look around my room as I retreat away from the window, empty takeaway boxes and cans all around my room. My eyes droop down to my phone on the floor.

Cautiously, I crouch down and pick the electronic up off of the ground. I bite my lip as all my notifications pop up. Multiple miss calls and text messages from all my contacts.

I tap on my messages to see hundreds upon hundreds of messages from my contacts, all of my contacts had text me, all but one. The one that had deleted my number, I refuse to delete hers though, it contains too many memories for me to simply release into a void.

I gulp as I click onto Jihyo's contacts as our last conversation over the phone comes up. All of this was just before the final argument. I was questioning where she was and when she'd get home. She was only practicing with her other members in their dance studio, I let my jealousy get the best of me, again..

I throw the phone at the wall as I got dressed and headed out, I can't say in my apartment forever. I forced myself out the door for the building and into the chilly winter breeze. I inhaled and exhaled the fresh air before taking steps towards the supermarket.

Layers of trampled snow surround the street. As I pass shops I take a simple look inside.

"Y/N!" I turn on my heel to be greeted with my best friend running up to me, a member of twice. I let out a broken smile as sana springs up to me with a massive grin and arms open.

Within seconds she gives me a bone crushing hug. ''y/n, please tell me you're okay?" sana rushes in a speed faster than chaeyoungs rapping skills.

"yeah, I'm just.... Upset about the situation" I frown as she gives me a look of sadness. She nods her head and opens her mouth, "I'm upset as well, I really liked you two together" sana smiles at her words as I gulp, she really liked us together?

"I've been trying to contact you for weeks and weeks but nothing, please may I take you to dinner? You look like you haven't been eating the correct amount of food, I need to stuff you up I time for Christmas" sana says with a worried tone

"s-sure" I stutter out as she grabs my hand and takes me through crowds of people that surround the streets and up to a fancy restaurant where richer people would dine. "w-we cat eat here, it's to expensive, I don't want to cost you that much money"

"no y/n, it's okay, it's nothing really only a few hundred. My clothes are worth more than this'' sana giggles out as she gets us a table with a view of a frozen pond. It took us what? Twenty minutes to get here for a view I'd a pond with what's most likely to be frozen fish inside. I'm not complaining but like those poor fish...

"Take your time, when you're ready to order please ring this bell" a waiter explains as she hands us the menus. We thank her before she walks away.

"what do you fancy getting?" sama asks as I scan the menu's dishes. "urm, the... Mmmm"

"steak?" sana asks me as u nod and go along with the choice. Sana hums as she also decides on what she's getting. I ring the bell as the waiter from before comes back with a pen and notepad.

"what can I get for you ladies?" they ask as sana gives him the order. He bows and leaves us. I turn my head to sana who's wearing a permanent smile right now.

"please come round to our dorm, the girls miss you" I tilt my head before nodding.

"sure but I may have to avoid jihyo" sana frowns at my words but nods her head.

Soon after the meal I ended up at the dorm. Still have no idea how I'm going to deal with this but I'm just going to have to hope for the best I guess. Sana pushes the door open silently, we take our shoes off before continuing on. As we creeped up on tzuyu, even though there was no point, I managed to make eye contact with momo who was eating the packet of cookies I had sent her months ago. She must be really far behind in her food gifts if she's only eating them now.

I place a finger to my own lips as she nods and watches with curiosity filling her eyes.

As we were practically behind Tzuyu we both leap at the same time, causing tzuyu to let out a yelp as we all tumble to the floor. I let out a giggle as tzuyu groans due to the impact. "Get off of me you pathe- y/n?" tzuyu changes the subject half way through as notices me. I smile and give her a small wave. "what are you doing here?" she questions looking at me like she's trying to read me.

oh so I'm a book now????

"I invited her-" I cut sana off, "she dragged me here, oh it was awful, she demanded it and she explained how she would burn down my house and throw me in a ditch if I didn't come" I dramatically say as sana huffs out a gush of air.

"alright then... If you say so but please get off of me, you're both killing me" tzuyu states as we stand back up, dusting ourselfs off.

We enter the living room to see everyone here, including Jihyo...

"Y/N!" everyone in the room exclaims but Sana, Tzuyu and Jihyo. I somehow become covered with six different females as they squeeze me like a teddy bear. Once they all release me, I give them a wide smile and bow as they copy my action.

"y/n, how have you been? We've been busy with-" and I couldn't hear anything dahyun was saying, I am way more focused on Jihyo. Her expression is unreadable as she gulps from time to time. her eyes dart around to find an excuse to leave but nothing comes to her mind.

As soon as she looks up we lock eye contact. I forgot how much I loved those eyes, her eyes show dedication, passion, strength, love... All the things I wish I had. I probably sound whipped for her and the truth is, I am. I would do anything for us to get back together but that wont happen.

"right y/n?" I break eye contact as I respond with a simple nod since my throat is sore from all the crying and screaming I've been doing. I really have been beating myself up over this break up.

"I said that her hair looked like a donkey on steroi-" and blank out again as I make eye contact once again with Jihyo. Only this time we break it for a few seconds before reuniting our eyes.

Without me or Jihyo noticing, Tzuyu manages to take the other members away to give us alone time. Once we realise they're gone an awkward situation is placed between us...

"how have you been?" she begins as she examines the pictures hung on the walls. "pretty bad, you?" I respond as she gulps down on air. "same, what's your reason?"

I freeze, thinking on if should I tell her the truth or not? There's nothing wrong with the truth. "if I'm honest... I've been beating myself up about the breakup, I'm deeply sorry for how I treated you Jihyo. That month I had spent alone had given me time to reflect on my behaviour and what I have done" Jihyo looks at me with an interested look but there's also something else there. "continue..."

"the way I treated you during that relationship was completely irresponsible, I had spent that entire month locked up in my apartment crying about what I had done, I was so frustrated with myself that I couldn't bring myself to forget about it and I'm sorry if I'm invading your personal space by being here but I really hope that one day you can forgive me" my voice goes shaky towards the end as tears form in the corner of my eyes. Jihyo looks me up and down, about to say something when the door opens up.

I watch as a male walks up to Jihyo, I could only see the back of his head as he's asking her questions before turning around to face me. RM? "she doesn't want to see you, please leave her alone she has me now."

My eyes widen in shock but I bow and apologise once again before rushing out crying again. I rush past the other members who share a look of concern before chase after me calling my name. I ignore them though and continue to rush my way out of that place, not wanting to be there anymore due to the once sweet but now awful memories I have there.

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