#c!bdubs x you

[itsonlydana]

"sleeping in// getting thrown out of bed" ➷ BdoubleO100

➛ pairing: c!bdubs x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

➛ idea: getting to enjoy a long, slow morning in bed with Bdubs is something very rare and you pressure every minute of it- until the two roommates inhabiting the monolith decide to end your cuddle session

➛ word count: 2,4k

➛ tags/warnings: none, pure fluff, + Etho & Ren

➛ an: after the new hermitcraft episode from bdubs I couldn't get this idea out of my head and I had to write it! I have no idea if I got his character correct since it's my first time writing him so I would love some feedback!

important links: rules + masterlist

🌿 reposts and comments are appreciated, they motivate me a lot and keep me writing <3

Mornings and getting up were a touchy subject in your relationship with Bdubs. Especially in the beginning, you could hardly spend a night together without starting the morning with moans and complaints about the early hours, because while you loved to stay between the sheets and start the day slowly at noon, your partner was quite different. Even before the sun stretched its warm rays through the windows of the monolith, Bdubs was up and out, preferring to stand in the still dew-covered grass as early as possible and continue his work on his latest project. 

It was hard for the builder to get used to a new routine, he was used to being able to plan his own day and not having to follow someone else's schedule, but now not only was he sleeping in his bed, but he was sharing it with you. After you got together, you were hesitant to go along with your now partner's desire to move in with him, but you knew his sleeping habits - the whole server knew how serious Bdubs was about going to bed early and getting up even earlier. The first sleepover wasn't even planned as such, the strenuous work in the community and an adventure with Gem, Impulse and Perl in the depths of the earth had taken a lot out of you and your energy, it was far too hard to fight your worries about sleeping in a bed with Bdubs when it was oh so tempting to let him pull you up to his bedroom and fall onto the mattress. That night, snuggled together with Bdubs face pressed into the crook of your neck and his arms wrapped around you, had decided it for both of you and the very next morning you had moved in with your shulker boxes packed to the brims. 

You had never looked back. 

It was the chirping of birds right at the window what slowly pulled you out of your dreams, the cheerful especially loud singing. With a deep breath you filled lungs and nose with fresh morning air and as your nose was pressed against your partner's temple, also with the familiar smell of moss, birch trees and all that was Bdubs. The sheets rustled as you turned your body slightly to get closer to the warm body again, still deep in sleep. 

Your bed wasn't exactly big, even if you might expect it to be from a man obsessed with sound sleep, like Bdubs. It barely fit in a window alcove on the top floor of the monolith, a small bed with a soft gray blanket that you pulled higher. Sleeping together as a couple in this bed was also only a good idea if you liked each other very much, because it didn't leave much room for double solitude. 

Fortunately, you liked Bdubs very much, and he liked you too. 

So it was no wonder that you slept in the same position every night, despite the temperature: You with the cool diorite wall in your back, Bdubs snuggled up against you face-first, his head nestled under your chin, one arm draped over you and the other flat against your chest, right over your heart. The blanket was usually so high that only his brown mop of hair peeked out, and you wondered every time how he got air under it.

His breath hit your neck hot, steady and completely relaxed, his lips slightly open and placed against your pulse. Short but noticeable stubble scratched your neck, and with each of his minimal movements, like the slipping of his hand from your shoulder blades lower down your back or his bent leg resting over yours, he sighed lightly in his sleep. 

Waking up before Bdubs was almost as rare as days when you generally woke up in bed together. Lately they happened more often, because the long days of work when it came to building, as well as his always ready attitude for any task King Ren (or the roommate one floor above you) had for your partner usually exhausted Bdubs to the point where he hummed a "let's sleep in" in the evening before you scurried under the covers.

You turned your head on the pillow filled with feathers to the window, from whose board the bird, which had served as an alarm clock for you today, had disappeared. The sky was a bright blue, not a single cloud to be seen. Instead, a few shadows of Hermits were hissing around in the air, all already working, shopping, or planning nonsense-just as you knew your friends must be. 

You were lucky you weren't awakened by the Warden's bellowing in Etho's house.... Bdub's cellar... a prank of Impulse that affected all the inhabitants of the monolith, none of whom had any idea how to get rid of the terrifying creature and the walls. You clearly preferred the birdsong to the sonic screech.

"Mmm."

You felt Bdubs wake up, his previously loose arms and legs tensing as he stretched, muttering to himself, the tips of his toes peeking out from under the covers on the other side and wiggling around.

With a yawn still full of sleep and pure contentment, he lifted his head, eyes closed and lips pressed into a smile. 

"Good morning, Boo." you softly spoke the first words of the day. 

Bdubs yawned loudly again before reaching up to breathe a kiss on your cheek. "Mornin' sweetheart," he murmured in his morning voice that always made you feel warm all over. It was noticeably deeper and darker, and Bdubs knew exactly how much you loved it. For that very reason, he sat up a little so that his lips could brush over your ear. "You've been awake long?" he asked, as he spread light kisses on your forehead. 

You responded with a nod, too absorbed in your partner's caresses to formulate words. Bdubs was not shy when it came to showing his love and affection, no matter when or where you were. There were kisses on the cheek at work, walks around the neighborhood hand in hand, and then there were the moments when he suddenly burst into loud love songs that would make opera singers fall over with envy. Your favorite moments were the private endearments, like slow mornings in bed, dancing in the kitchen, or when he watched you brew potions and wrapped his arms around you from behind. He thought of new ways to show you how much he loved you every day, and that's why you fell for him harder and harder.

"What are we going to do today anyway?", Bdubs asked, laying back down with you, this time putting his arm around you.

"Do you have something planned?", you snuggled into his side, resting your head against his chest.

"King Ren would like some advice on his quest for the reclamation of the diamonds, I suspect by late afternoon." Humming, Bdubs placed his lips on yours, "I'm free until then" he murmured, and sighing, you surrendered to the kiss.

Bdubs kissed you as he did everything: with full commitment. 

He kissed you decisively and deeply, lips slightly parted, while his hands ran over your shoulders up to your chin and gently gripped your cheeks. 

You parted after a while, lips puffy and twisted into satisfied smiles as you got comfortable again.

"I'm supposed to help Etho with the Warden problem later".

Bdub's eyes looked worried at your plans for the day. "Why do you have to help Etho with the Warden? He's got himself into this one! Can't he invent some redstone nonsense to make the thing disappear back into the depths? Do you have to risk your life on that?"  

"Bdubs-"

"I'm going to have to have a word with Etho- a stern serious word, as the owner of this monolith, that this is not going to continue! If he wants a pet, let him get a cat, but a Warden? I should have had him sign a contract-"

"Bdubs!" Shouting a little louder, you interrupted Bdubs grumbling and rambling and shook your head in disbelief, "Etho didn't put the Warden in his walls for fun, that was Impulse. Besides, he already has an idea of how to get rid of the thing, I'm just an assist in luring it through the portal"

Surprisingly, Bdubs wasn't really convinced by your reassuring words, but he was also always worried about your well-being and apparently luring a Warden wasn't really what he wanted to hear. 

He pursed his lips, deep in thought as to whether it was worth discussing it with you if you were going to end up doing whatever you felt like anyway. He didn't want to tell you not to, you were your own person after all. 

All these thoughts and reflections played out on his face like a movie, the furrowed brows and fixed gaze were something you could read like a book by now. A simple book, a picture book, where you didn't even have to read much - Bdubs was easier to read than anyone you knew, although he always tried to seem mystical and unpredictable. 

That's exactly why you knew how to get him off his sulk. 

You pressed closer to him, leaning your head against his tanned, warm chest, and looked deep into his eyes. "I'll take care of myself, all right. I'm big and strong, remember?" you said.

He sighed, his chest rising and falling at the theatrical, long and audible exhale. "Do you promise?" he asked softly. There was seriousness in his gaze, deep concern because of the known information about the Warden's strength. 

"I promise," you pronounced both words seriously, then grinned again, "But sweet that you want to have a serious word with Etho for me." 

"Don't you believe me?", Bdubs pushed his shoulders back to appear broader "Am I not big and strong like you?"

As soon as you snorted, Bdubs muttered a "That's it" and flipped you over so he could lean over you. His dark hair fell down like a curtain and laughing you ran your hands through the soft short strands. Bdub's hands wandered over your sides, tickling you here and there, dancing over your skin like the strings of a guitar, and like a musician he listened to your laughter as if it were his most beautiful composition. 

The sun shone warmly through the window, falling on you and making Bdub's dark eyes shine. The sheets rustled under your squirming, attempts to escape his tickling, and your laughter echoed loud and free in the silence of the monolith, because the morning is yours and yours alone.

Until a deafening crash drowned it all out. The walls seemed to vibrate under the all-silencing sound and a flower pot fell from a windowsill somewhere and shattered into thousands of shards outside. 

Immediately you and Bdubs had jumped up, he in front of you with his chest lowering and heaving heavily, you behind, your hands clasped with his. 

"What was that?" you whispered, but Bdubs couldn't give you an answer.

It wasn't a second before footsteps were heard. Loud and rumbling, they came running up the stairs of the tower, until suddenly Etho was standing in your bedroom. His white hair was tied in a long braid and he looked from Bdubs to you and back to Bdubs. 

"Oh man, put some clothes on!" he exclaimed, which jolted Bdubs out of his state of shock.

"That's outrageous!", Bdubs started to rant "You, YOU"- he took a few steps towards the intruder and pressed his index finger against the green vest he was wearing "You're just a roomie in my basement! You have no rights to my clothes, how and if I wear them, because only I have that"

Etho's gaze shifted to you, still behind Bdubs but noticeably more relaxed, and you shrugged. 

"Can you tell me what that horrendous crash? I bet it was your fault, wasn't it you troublemaker?", Bdubs continued to grumble, and he could have talked for ages if you hadn't put your hands on his back and stepped up beside him.

"Let the man explain himself.", Etho was already smiling gratefully, then you became more serious again, "Because I'd also like to know what just swept one of my flowers off the board"

"Well, I guess the Warden has spent long enough behind the wall and I believe he wants to scout the area very soon. If you still want to help we should get going now" the usually calm man sputtered out and already at his statement you had reached for your armor that was lying on the floor and were about to slip into the breastplate when Bdub's arms wrapped around you.

"Please take care of yourself, okay?"

"Of course" Encouragingly you smiled at him and turned so he could tie the cords on the sides of the breastplate. Nimbly, his hands work the ties into a tight knot that secured the armor and kept it from slipping off.

As if the sudden chaos wasn't enough, a voice sounded from outside:

"Didn't we say we were cleaning up the server? What is this garbage of broken flowerpot? BDUBS? ARE YOU THERE?" you heard King Ren and now it was Bdubs who was hastily grabbing his things. 

Hectically, he threw on the green moss sweater that had been hanging on the bedpost until now and snatched his Elytra from the small closet next to the stairs. 

It was almost ironic how quickly your quiet two-on-two morning had turned. A moment you sometimes longed for for days, gone again within minutes and yet not forgotten.

In haste and practiced handles, you were ready for the adventures of the day, through which you would fight with the memories of gentle kisses and togetherness, to be together again as soon as possible. 

Before saying goodbye, Bdubs, now fully dressed in shiny shoes, his familiar sweater and elytra, and a bag full of rockets, pulled you into a heartfelt final kiss. "See you tonight. I love you," he murmured, for as much as he showed his affection in public, those words, that promise, was just for you. 

"I love you too," you whispered back and already you were following Etho down the stairs, two steps at a time and all you could hear was the hiss of the rockets. 

You could hardly wait for the evening.

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[aquaquadrant]

Why do I feel like Etho and Patho would actually really get along well. Like there'd be a minute of "oh shit" then they'd be making some weird machine together.

Also any chance you would be willing to share the story about Patho's clock and maybe info on Hels Bdubs?

(honestly? true. patho isn’t bothered enough w the concept of being a doppelgänger so he’d be chill w etho if etho was chill with him. and etho’s like. always chill. anyway idk if this’ll answer ur questions but here’s uhhhh something)

~*~

patho pauses at the top of the netherrack hill, boots hissing briefly as he shifts off a magma block.

xyz: -12,485.167 / 67.09835 / 253,295.942

the coordinates ever-present within his field of view tell him he should be another hundred or so blocks away in the z axis, but he can already see the jungle’s grown since his last visit. it’s been slowly overtaking the neighboring nether waste biome for a couple decades, now. rate of growth has held constant, unchanging. that's something, at least.

patho slowly scans the horizon. words and numbers flash across the left half of his vision as his cybernetic eye rapidly processes new information based on visual input: netherrack, netherrack, crimson nylium, grass, jungle wood, jungle wood, jungle leaves, weeping vine. light level 3, 3, 3, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4. there's a lava pool eleven blocks over in the x axis; light level 15.

he starts walking again.

153 fps t: inf fancy-clouds b: 15x15 3 tx 3 rx c: 695/41672 (s) d: 16, pc: 000, pu: 00, ab: 42 e: 23/109, b: 0, sd: 9 p: 18 t: 109 error fc:0 xyz: -12,487.331 / 65.21091 / 253,375.987 block: -12,487 65 253,375 chunk: -780 15 7,835 facing: south (towards positive z)(1.5/5) client light: 5 (0 sky, 5 block) biome: error:nether waste local difficulty: 6.75//0.00 (day error404 not found) sounds: 5/247 + 0/8

the data shifts with every step. he's learned to tune most of it out by now, only paying attention to the biome indicator as he crosses the chunk threshold.

biome: error:crimson jungle

particles and sounds immediately jump up a couple degrees. glowing red specks dance slowly in the air, mingling with the ambient noises; hoglins rooting around in the brush, parrots calling unseen from the canopy above, lava bubbling in a pool nearby.

p: 35 sounds: 23/247

the temperature is warmer here. patho shrugs off his jacket, letting it hang at his elbows as he picks his way through the jungle. he doesn't even need to think about where he's going, coordinates left ignored at the edge of his vision. he's taken this path many times before, and he never has to wander very long.

his boots crunch softly on the nylium and grass terrain. jungle leaves and crimson fungus alike brush at his shoulders as he ducks underneath branches, taking care not to get tangled in weeping vines.

this is his favorite jungle. it's not the only crimson jungle he's ever come across- not to mention the warped jungles- but out of all the biomes he's seen, it's the one with the greenest leaves. something about this jungle sustains the normal trees just as well as it does the fungi, allowing the grass and leaves to stay bright and full instead growing in wilted and brown. it makes a lovely contrast with the blood red fungi.

not for the first time, he's thankful that the jungle is far enough away from spawn to be left alone. if other players knew about this place, with its well-sustained passive mob spawning and greenery, they'd destroy it for resources for sure. but he never worries too much about that possibility, because no mob or player sets foot in this jungle without permission from-

a weeping vine suddenly sprouts from the ground and lashes around patho's leg.

it's quickly joined by several more, snaking out from the undergrowth to wrap around his other limbs. before he can blink, he's lifted off the ground and pulled up into the trees. he doesn't struggle, doesn't panic- this is nothing new to him. the vines string him up among the highest branches, where a familiar figure is crouched in front of him, nothing but a pair of glowing red eyes beneath a heap of moss.

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"hey, dbubs," patho says casually.

the figure straightens up, hood falling back to reveal his face. his huge red eyes are sparkling with excitement, despite the dark circles lining them, and his mouth falls open in a wide, sharp-toothed grin. vines of varying shapes and sizes curl lazily around his body, small tendrils sprouting from the mossy cloak he wears. a couple veins of red discolor his skin, crawling up his neck and across his face. his messy hair is a bit whiter than the last time patho saw him, tinged red at the roots. a clock hangs around his neck, to match the one hanging from patho's hip.

"patho!" dbubs practically shouts, throwing his arms out.

sounds: 24/247

before dbubs can say anything else, patho asks his usual question. “what’s your name?”

“what’s my-” dbubs blinks, works his jaw for a second. “GODSLAYER666,” he proclaims loudly, puffing his chest out. then he pauses, frowns. “wait, no, i- i don’t know why i just said that. uh…”

it’s somewhere in the middle, then. not as bad as his worst days- at least he’s aware he’s lying, even if he has no control over it. and patho has to admit, that's one of the most entertaining responses dbubs has ever given to his little test.

"uh huh." patho shifts in the web of vines. they're holding a bit tighter than normal. of course, he could still easily break out of them. if he wanted to. "did you miss me, dbubs?" he asks instead, his voice teasing.

dbubs throws his head back to let out a sharp laugh, sending a shower of red particles fluttering through the air. "what?" he demands incredulously, his eyes blown wide. "miss you? i d- eugh, n'you stupid- i- i didn't even notice you were gone!"

patho hums with amusement. "then you don't wanna, like, kiss me or anything?"

"no," dbubs insists stubbornly, even as he comes closer. he steps boldly into patho's space, hands coming up to grab his face. "no, no of course not, i don't..." his long eyelashes flutter as he looks patho up and down. he smells like moss; like old vegetation and decay. there's soil and dried blood caked under his fingernails. "why would i- you ha- you have a lotta nerve..." dbubs tugs at the left strap of patho's mask, tilting his head. "do i- uh, do i get to see ya?" he asks, expression suddenly eager.

"yeah," patho chuckles.

dbubs grins widely, pulling patho's mask down. for a moment, he just looks at him. his calloused hand scuffs along the metal parts of patho's face- the entire ramus of his left mandible and most of his cheekbone, lost in the explosion that took his eye. the remaining skin is rough with scar tissue. dbubs strokes his thumb along that, too.

"i lo- um, i- i hate your stupid face," dbubs mumbles before he finally kisses patho. he seems to process his words a second later, breaking away with a small gasp of "oh! i d-", but patho simply leans in again, reclaiming his lips.

he knows what dbubs meant.

~*~

dbubs spares patho the trouble of walking, simply having the vines carry him to the hideaway. it's a difficult base to categorize: part tree house, part nest, part garden. in some places the floor is made of wood- in others, just a thick layer of leaves. there are potted plants and hanging vines everywhere, interspersed among stacks of barrels and moldy bookcases. little red mushrooms sprout from walls made of thatch and tree trunks. a couple of shroomlights provide gentle lighting as glittery particles drift through the open air; red, from the biome itself, and green from the spore blossom that patho brought him last year.

the vines unceremoniously drop patho onto the makeshift bed- a mat of moss and old, shredded banners. he's barely gotten settled, pulling his mask up and pulling his jacket off, before dbubs flops onto him with a heavy wuff.

"so!" dbubs starts loudly, propping his elbows up on patho's stomach. "what brings ya to see ol' dbubs today, huh?"

patho huffs a laugh. "what, i can't just stop by to say hi?"

"oh sure, okay." dbubs rolls his eyes, one of his vines flicking through the air dismissively. "you j- yeah, okay, be all secretive, then! see if i care." his haughty demeanor doesn't last long, though, as he shimmies up a little further, arms folded on patho's chest. "d'you- uh, do you wanna hear what i've been doin'?"

patho sighs good-naturedly, shifting so he can tuck his arms behind his head and lean back against the wall. "alright, go ahead."

dbubs beams at him and immediately starts telling lies. he tells patho about all the amazing things he's built (the jungle looks the same), all the incredible battles he's fought (no one's entered the jungle in years), all the wonderful places he's gone (he can't leave the jungle).

but patho doesn't mind that it's all lies. he's content to listen anyways.

they carry on like this until dbubs suddenly pauses, scrambling for his clock. "uh oh! gotta schreep."

patho glances at his own clock; dbubs is right on time, as always. that's one thing he never lies about. "okay, okay," he says, pushing dbubs off- he hits the moss with a soft thump. "lemme get my anchor."

"well, hurry up already!" dbubs shouts impatiently, vines swatting at patho's arm as he pops down his ender chest.

after placing the anchor and setting his spawn, patho reaches up and presses his finger directly into the center of his left eye, shutting it off.

he doesn’t regret putting a data processor into his cybernetic eye; the information it’s given him is invaluable. but every now and then, he needs a break from it. even when his eyes are closed, the display is still active, showing blank values on the back of his eyelid. turning the eye off is the only way to make it go away- of course, at the price of half his vision. so he only does it if he’s sleeping somewhere fully secure, and if he’s alone.

the jungle is an exception. dbubs has full domain out here- no mob or player can come close to his home without him allowing it.

"finally," dbubs huffs as patho settles back down. he's quick to cling with both his arms and assorted vines.

patho can't help but chuckle. "what's that you said about not missing me?"

"oh, shut up!"

~*~

patho abruptly reenters consciousness, emerging from a deep, dreamless sleep. with a soft groan, he fumbles to turn on his cybernetic eye, wincing at the sudden influx of data.

149 fps t: inf fancy-clouds b: 15x15 3 tx 3 rx c: 695/41672 (s) d: 16, pc: 000, pu: 00, ab: 42 e: 1/109, b: 0, sd: 9 p: 52 t: 109 error fc:0 xyz: -12,587.412 / 96.77253 / 253,401.623 block: -12,587 96 253,401 chunk: -783 15 7,845 facing: north (towards negative z)(1.5/5) client light: 7 (0 sky, 7 block) biome: error:crimson jungle local difficulty: 6.75//0.00 (day error404 not found) sounds: 27/247 + 0/8

"goooood morning!" dbubs calls, over on the other side of the little nook. he's busy rummaging through barrels, perhaps trying to find some breakfast. it’s unlikely he has any food stored; when he’s hungry, he hunts, and the jungle always provides.

"mornin'," patho says, rubbing his face. he sits up- and then pauses. there are weeping vines wrapped tightly around his legs. he sighs. “dbubs, you’re doing it again.”

“what?" dbubs manages to sound surprised. "no! no, i’m not, i’m- i’m just over here, minding my own business, crafting a loom.”

“a loom,” patho repeats flatly.

“yes! for um, for banners.”

“do you even have any wool?”

“do i ha- uh, of course! yes, of course i do.”

“can i see it?”

“no. no, i- i just ate it, actually. um-”

“you ate it?”

“yeah. sorry.”

patho sighs again. he kicks the weeping vines away. "i uh, i didn't mean to be gone for so long," he says, rising to his feet. "but, you know, i- i got held up with a job."

"a job?" dbubs glances over his shoulder at patho, squinting. "what kinda job?"

patho stretches his arms above his head, hearing both his natural and mechanical shoulder joints pop. "some guys out west are tryin' to make a portal out of hels."

"a portal?" dbubs's mouth falls open. "oh, for goodness sakes- and you call me a liar!"

patho knows better than to take offense. "it's true. they've got a player who came here from another world."

"uh huh." dbubs scoffs, but he can't quite hide the anxious shimmer in his eyes. "yeah, yeah, sure... so- i mean, did you do it, then? make them a portal?"

"basically." patho shrugs. "i uh, i told them everything they needed to know, to make one."

"right. you told th- okay." dbubs nods, bites his lip. "um- you didn't stay? to see the portal? or, uh…”

patho chuckles, crossing the distance to put his arms around dbubs's waist. "nah. i mean, come on, you know me, dbubs. i'm a- i'm a hels player, through and through. what's the rest of the universe got that's better than this place, right?"

dbubs grins at that, slotting his arms through patho's. "oh, you- you're such an idiot! y'know, i uh, i've been outside'a hels before and i- um, let me tell ya, you're missing out!"

"mhmm." patho smiles even though his mask is on. he knows dbubs can tell.

"yeah! "dbubs nods vigorously. "and, uh, there's- i got a whole world that's just mine!"

"is that right?" patho rests his chin on the top of dbubs's head. "tell me about it."

"it's a beautiful world, of course. my perfect builds, i ha-"

"of course."

"- uh, hey! quit interruptin'!"

"sorry, sorry."

"i di- thank you. so i um, i built a big ol' crastle, with a- hyeugh, a sorta um, horse course... y'know, with th- with the fastest horses anyone ever saw, one-stick horses, and- and uh, everyone was really impressed…”

this won’t last forever. it’ll only be a matter of weeks, months if they’re lucky, before patho won’t be able to ignore the itch to wander again. before the comfort and familiarity of the jungle becomes unbearable. before dbubs grows so used to his presence that the jungle itself tries to overtake him, the way it has dbubs- vines and veins of red.

he’ll leave without warning in the middle of the night, while dbubs is sleeping, because trying to leave while dbubs is awake never ends well. he’ll leave without a word and try not to think about the frantic whispers he knows dbubs sends him on lonely nights, despite knowing patho will never receive them (it’s the only time he regrets fusing his communicator with his arm- but how was he supposed to know he’d hear it in his mind? how was he supposed to know that disabling the chat was the only way not to lose himself completely to the endless flood of data?)

he’ll stay away long enough for dbubs to shatter apart, losing himself to the wildness of the jungle, and come back together. he’ll wait until dbubs has recovered from his grief, so that the next time dbubs sees him there will only be joy. because no matter how many times patho hurts him, dbubs always forgets it eventually.

“… so, you see, ol’ dbubs been workin' on a new technique, using the uh. grade- uh, gradient? block palettes... to create depth. ah hah! so- so listen, now, to teacher! it all starts with the color scheme..."

this won’t last forever. so for now, patho closes his eyes and listens.

error fps t: b: tx rx c: (s) d: , pc: , pu: , ab: e: , b: , sd: p: t: error fc: xyz: / / block: chunk: facing: ( )( / ) client light: ( sky, block) biome: error: local difficulty: // (day error404 not found) sounds: 1/247 + 0/8

~*~

#hels to pay au #HTP fic #hels hermits #hermitshipping #ethubs #<- i mean SORTA #pathbubs #in case it’s not clear patho’s mech eye basically acts like a debug screen #like when you press F3 in mc to see a bunch of data and stats #he can always see that info. prob less cluttered tho bc there aren’t any computer specs for him to look at LOL #anyway don’t look too much into the data values i was pulling them out of my ass #except for dbubs player data. DO look into that :3 #ALSO ty everyone for the asks i’ll get to em soon #my writing

[coswinx]

Does anyone else have a whole bunch of conflicting ships?

Like, I hc c!Mumbo as aroace and I don't like seeing him shipped with anyone, especially Grian (idk why I just don't) but seeing him x Griande? I like that for some reason.

I am primarily a flower husbands person, and I didn't like ranchers but I keep seeing ranchers art, and now I do.

100% boat boys, and Etho is primarily Bdubs's dad, but Ethubs is... Sometimes yes.

Love jizzie and all but shadowrot? And boat boys?

(Admittedly though, the Joel situation is funnier if you take it as Lizzie just getting with her husband's boyfriend's ex-wife. And I do.)

#i want garlic bread #trafficshipping #jizzie #shadowrot #boat boys #flower husbands #ranchers duo #ethubs #ariana griande #Mumbo x Griande #Olli if you're seeing this no you're not

[bugbbear]

so i tried to tokipona-fy the names of the hermits

⚠️I am still a beginner in toki pona, so if anything here violates the language/phonics rules, IM SORRY I tried⚠️

Under the cut is a brief explanation of toki pona and how the words and letters are pronounced, and reblogged after it is a list I've made (with some credited help) of each hermit, their tokipona-fied name, their combined sign, and an explanation of why I chose what I chose.

For those of you who don't know what toki pona is, it's a minimalist language with only 120 official words and ~135 widespread words. It's got only 14 letters and 14 phonemes (sounds). For comparison, the english language has roughly 1 million words, 26 letters, and 44 phonemes.

Toki pona does not have the english letters b, c, d, f, g, h, q, r, v, x, y, or z. You may now be realizing how difficult (impossible) it would be to mimic a name like Bdubs in this language. Not only do B and D not exist in toki pona, but the U here makes the "uh" sound, a sound that ALSO isnt in toki pona.

Each letter in toki pona makes one, and only one, sound. J is pronounced like english Y as in "yikes". A is pronounced like "fAr", E is pronounced like "bEt", I sounds like "whEEE!" (or according to some like "bIt"), O is pronounced like "Or", and U is pronounced like "mOOn".

In addition, there's several specific phonics rules for toki pona. You can't end any syllable with a consonant other than N (although vowels are allowed) and the phonomes Wu, Wo, Ji, and Ti are illegal.

Toki pona uses 14 latin letters (a,e,i,j,k,l,m,n,o,p,s,t,u,w), but it also has a separate glyphic form called sitelen pona.

For each hermit, I'm going to give their tokipona-fied name, a combined glyph, the name of the words in the glyph, a meaning for those words, and then an explanation for Everything.

#toki pona #hc10 #hc #emika #<- tokiponafied 'hermitcraft' #im so normal about everything

[lunar-writes-things]

Hi, I have a request! Could you write a Mumbo x reader oneshot where the reader is some sort of moon god? Maybe one where they share their first kiss ir go on a date? Just lots of fluff + flustered, blushy Mumbo and shy reader :))

Kiss me under the Moon and Stars

Pairing: C! Mumbo Jumbo x Reader

Summary: In which you find a mortal who notices you in the dark of night

Genre: Fluff

Words: 1.8K

Extra notes: I miss Mumbo- and also- moon deity Y/n <3 Thank you dear anon <3 This takes place in season 8 (Can you tell I love season 8???)

Content warnings (If any): Just a sun god (That isn't Bdubs) trying to hit on you, He gets shut down real quick,

Eons of watching

it gets boring after a few hours

Millennia of watching and shining on people who don't recognize your brilliance

Millennia of pushing and pulling the tides for those same people and still not being told thank you

At least, not until you began to become angry, one day you snapped as the sun god taunted you once again

"Oh Y/n," He sighs, voice slathered with honey and oil making it smooth and sweet "Aren't you tired of not being recognized? For being outcasted and shamed? Don't you want to be praised? Noticed?"

"And end up like you Sol?" You snort at his offer "No thanks. I appreciate being the object of your affection but egotistical isn't my type."

"Come on love," Sol saddled on up next to you and gripped your shoulders "With me you'll be famous, A classic trope, something people will treasure for eons. Without me, no one will ever notice you." 

CRACK

Soon, Sol wound up on the ground clutching his nose as crimson red dripped and the metallic smell of blood wafted through the air 

 "WHAT THE HELL?!" He yelped and frantically scrambled away from you as you stepped closer and grabbed him by the collar of his robes 

"I dont need you," You scowled "if I wanted recognition I would do the extremes." 

You soon dropped him and shrunk down to a human size of 12'5 (365.75 cm) and walked off the clouds of where the gods resided while flipping off Sol as you fell into a part of your domain

The water enveloped you without so much as a splash and you changed into more modern clothing so as to not scare the current locals of the human realm 

"I'll show him," You grumbled as you walked out of the water and the moon rose just as you sat on a manmade mountain within a small village 

What perfect timing

Now, moving the moon isn't some grand feat

but taking it out of its orbit was difficult to even for a deity like you 

Being the moons protector and guardian was a challenge that sol had no idea

Taking care of the tides, pushing and pulling constantly

raising it and making sure it sets on time

even making sure the stars twinkle was a difficult thing

and no one notices

You'll show them 

It takes them a few months to notice. 

But one day, a man in a suit stood next to an avian with a red sweater and asked, "Hey Grian, Is the moon getting bigger?" 

This 'Grian' shrugged it off but his friend stared at the moon, at you, before turning and joining his friend 

Him

You needed to meet him 

So that night you entered his home and blessed his dreams with Visions of you and your instructions. 

If he should follow them, Great!

should he not? There will be no repercussions other than nightmares... and possibly the world ending

The next few months passed in a blur until you finally felt your power surge and when you visited the town, you saw a beautiful shrine with a moon and offerings. 

He did it

He did it 

You have to reward him 

Before he enters his home, you step in front of him and he almost crashes into your legs. He looks up with wide eyes before dipping into a deep bow and saying "o-oh! My holiness!" 

"Please," you say softly and kneel down next to him, a gentle finger caressing his cheek "No need for the formalities. Call me Y/n. Can you please get up and get ready? I want to reward you for the shrine. I don't have many followers, and those I do have aren't that devoted enough to put up a shrine. Please, let me reward you and take care of you." 

he just flushed a red and nodded before scurrying inside and getting dressed in his suit while you waited outside.  

"Just the slacks and button-up will do," You say "It's nothing fancy. Just a walk. Think of it as a date." 

There was a crash and mumbo rushed out with his shirt half-buttoned up and flushed a bright red before stammering out "a- a Date!?" 

"Oh! is that the wrong terminology?" Y/n asked "oooh- what was it? No... Oh! A hook-up!"

Mumbo looked like he would malfunction if he were a machine. His mouth opened and closed but no words came out and he avoided your gaze. 

"No- No- That was- No that was the right word." He explained and covered his face with his hands out of embarrassment "I just- oh my- I just wasn't expecting you to say that." 

a single cold finger touched Mumbo's warm cheek gently and when he looked up you had an amused look on your face. 

Goodness, you had forgotten how funny humans could be 

"Why? A date doesn't have to be inherently romantic... not unless you want it to be?" You asked a smile playing on your lips 

"I- I would- I would love it to be a date! A romantic one at least!" He exclaimed and ran a hand through his hair making it messed up 

"Okay, Give me a second." You murmured and shrunk yourself until you were just barely taller than him "This should be less threatening, and we can hold hands!" 

You carefully intertwine your hand with his and smiled softly, unaware on how he would react. To your surprise, he only gulped and swung your intertwined hands. 

"Perfect," You muttered and began walking toward an empty space under the moon "So Tell me Mumbo, what is it that you humans do? I see you everytime but never interact." 

"Oh!" He exclaimed "We do everything. We have to survive so we grow our own food, we build our home ad we make machines so things are easy for us." 

"That sounds... difficult." You scrunched up your face at the amount of work "Thats that's because I'm so used to have everything served to me." 

"It's simple actually," Mumbo said and You rolled your eyes "Well, its also a lot of work pulling the moon over our horizon and pushing it back down too. I can't imagine doing all that only for everyone to just... not see the beauty of it.' 

"Yes!" You exclaim and for the first time in centuries, it felt like someone finally understood you and all your hard work "Thank you. The moon is a stubborn old thing but its so beautiful. Albeit it only shines because pf the sun, but still its ever so beautiful and the stars shine brighter with the moon glowing around it. Oh! We're here by the way." 

You had led Mumbo to a small clearing in the nearby dark oak woods with beautiful flowers and a simple light blue blanket laid on the floor with pillows all around. 

"Sit, Sit," You said and sat down, patting the spot next to you "It's not much but I hope it can suffice?" 

Now that you actually weren't in a rush to please him, you took your first look at him. Slicked back black hair, eyes as dark as the night sky with stars in them, and a mustache that can enchant anyone. His eyes were kind, and he was very... fidgety, but he was very open. He was tall, even at the height of 7'4, Mumbo stood tall at 7'2. His voice was soft and very British sounding but comforting and reassuring. 

"You know, Gods can't fall in love with humans." You mentioned and leaned closer to him "But I'm one of the major gods of the universe, think they'll make an exception?" 

"Wh- What?" He stammered over his words and flushed a bright red "Wh- Who- What- What do you mean?" 

"I may be coming off as a little strong and maybe this is too soon, But I would love to take you on as my partner." You replied "You are kind, smart, and very adorable... but only if you would like that. I won't push too hard and I want to respect you." 

"I'd have to think about it," he said after a moment of hesitance "For now, can we just hang out?" 

"Absolutely," You grinned back 

Perfect

He passed 

usually, people would jump at the chance to date a god, they think it will give them power, money, and riches. 

They were all greedy and you hated those types of people. 

He was different. 

Time passed and soon the dawn began to break, you knew you should leave before sol saw you but you were having too much fun to care. Mumbo was smart, funny, and passionate and you had never laughed this hard in all the centuries you lived and suddenly a mortal had been able too. 

"I must take you back home," You whisper and lean against him "As the sun rises, sol comes out. He will be angry if he sees you with me. You see, I am the object of his affections but He is not mine." 

"Oh..." Mumbo looked sad to part and you wanted to comfort him but unless the stars align perfectly-

Your thoughts were cut off as he shyly asked "Can I have a goodbye kiss then?" 

When you looked at him with wide eyes he flushed a deeper red. He was flustered and he made you want to hide your face in your hands. 

"Are you sure?" You asked him and cupped his face gently

He leaned in close, you could feel his breath mingle with yours and his eyes flutter shut and he moved his hand behind your head before whispering

"Yes"

You leaned in the rest of the amount and sparks flew when you kissed him

legitimately- 

Red sparks flew from his lips as he kissed you but it didn't stop you as you kissed him harder, not wanting to forget the feel, taste, and touch of Mumbo. 

Unfortunately, you had to breathe and so did he so you pulled apart from each other and leaned your foreheads on each other when catching your breath.

"I would love to be your partner, y/n." He said softly and looked up at you through his lashes

"I will treat you to everything I can give you and everything that you would ever want or need." You replied 

Now- now you had to figure out how to put the moon back and stop it from crashing into the earth though. 

#mumbo tag #mumbo kills a lot jumbo #mumbo jumbo #mumbo x reader #mumbo jumbo x reader #hermitcraft #HC! Mumbo #hermitcraft smp #hermitcraft x reader #mumbo hermitcraft #x reader #luna's shy stars #luna has written #i miss mumbo

[babygirlbdubs]

broken.

etho is imprisoned. he has some time to think. he has some visitors.

a resistance au fic words: 3270 pairing: ethubs, rendubs ao3 link: (x)

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drip... drip... drip...

The stalactite in the corner of Etho’s cell provides a constant repetitive sound, almost like a tick... tick... tick... 

Something in it feels familiar. Safe— no...not anymore.

Set deep in the mountain, the dark cell provides no comfort. There is no window to allow for counting the days. There is no sun on outside walls to allow for warmth to seep through the deepslate.

The only thing allowing him to keep the time is the drip... drip... drip... 

Scar has been standing outside his cell the entire time, messaging on his communicator with a playful smile on his face.

drip... drip... drip...

Etho stares at the wall opposite him, his gaze darkening. He lets his thoughts wander aimlessly. Playing the scene over and over in his head. The window locked. The desperate kiss to calm his panic. The tears... Etho can still feel Bdubs' tears, dried on his face. He can still hear Bdubs' voice whispering his name and—

"Scar, let me see him, please—"

That's not a memory.

"Bdubs!" Scar's voice sounds as bright as ever. As if he hadn't just escorted Etho away from Bdubs. As if he hadn't locked him in here. As if... Well, Etho supposes he should actually be grateful for taking him away.

The thought of seeing Bdubs causes his chest to ache, his heart twisting over itself, his ribs clawing at his lungs and making it hard to breathe. What would he even say?

"Step aside, Scar, I have to— I— please, let me in."

"Look, I'm more than happy to let you see him—"

"No." Etho's voice surprises even himself as he lifts his head to look over at the doorway to the prison. "I don't want to see him, Scar."

He doesn't let his eyes meet Bdubs' face. Instead they linger between the two court members.

Scar glances back at him, and Etho can feel the way he considers him. And then the guard is looking back at Bdubs. "Sorry, Bdubs. Can't let you in." His voice almost sounds smug, if it weren't tinged with a bit of gentleness.

"...Etho?" Bdubs’ voice is barely audible across the room. The sheer pain in it is almost enough to make Etho’s heart break (if it hadn’t already been broken).

Etho turns his head to stare at the wall again, his hands clenching into tight fists— knuckles white, nails biting. His teeth grind together as he tightens his jaw, holding down the storm of emotions brewing in his gut.

"Go on, Bdubs." The guard’s voice drops low with his next words. "I don’t think Ren would be too happy to see you like this."

"I..." One word, and Etho can hear every bit of desperation in Bdubs’ voice. 

He hates it.

It makes him want to grab the bars of his cell and beg for Bdubs to come closer— to kiss him, to tell him it's going to be okay, to... to lie to him. Again.

Scar shoos Bdubs out, and Etho is left to his thoughts once again.

***

"Can I see you tonight?"

"Yes, of course, sweetheart. Now go!"

Finally, Etho backed away before spinning around to sprint for a window.

"Bdoubleo!"

His hand caught the side of the window frame at the sound of Ren’s voice barking through the heavy silence in the ballroom.

"Etho! What are you doing? C’mon!" Impulse hissed from the ledge outside.

Turning, Etho watched as the king swept across the room to tower over Bdubs. Etho’s heart leapt into his throat, his hand dropping to the hilt of a dagger he’d hidden away. If Ren so much as laid a hand on Bdubs...

But instead, he offered one.

He invited Bdubs to dance.

Impulse’s voice broke through Etho’s focus again. "Etho!! We need to go!"

"You go on," Etho muttered back, not taking his eyes from where Ren tugged Bdubs against him. "I’ll meet up with you guys later."

After a moment of hesitation, the resistance leader finally sighed. "Fine. Just don’t get killed." A bit of sympathy laced his words. And then he was off, elytra spreading as he silently glided away.

Etho, meanwhile, settled in the window to watch. He couldn’t hear the whispered words between them, but he could see all the little things. How Bdubs was lost in the king so easily. Where Ren’s claws dug into Bdubs’ waist.

He watched as Bdubs was dragged around the room like a dog toy, fingers gripping tightly, no tenderness in any touch that Etho could see. At least, until Ren’s hand framed Bdubs’ face, and Bdubs leaned into it. It was all Etho could watch as Bdubs leaned against the king with a warm smile.

Etho had turned at that, finally breaking his gaze away. He’d dived out the window, letting himself fall for a few moments before engaging his elytra. He’d be back tonight. He’d give all his love to Bdubs. He’d remind Bdubs why it is always Etho that he returns to.

***

When Etho is pulled from his thoughts again, it is by lantern light gleaming into his cell from a hand outside the bars. Etho doesn’t bother looking at the figure looming there. He already knows who it is.

"Etho."

The mad king’s voice fills the silence, just as cold as the walls and the drip... drip... drip... of the stalactite.

"Ren," he replies, voice emotionless in return.

"Scar is going to let me into thy cell now. If you try to escape, he shall shoot you, and you shall respawn here again. ‘Tis pointless to even try."

Etho lets out a soft scoff. "Right." He doesn’t have the will to get to his feet, much less attempt an escape.

It’s not worth it anyway.

His thumb drags absentmindedly over the edge of an object in his hands as he listens to the keys clatter while Scar finds the correct one.

drip... tick. drip... tick. drip... tick.

click.

The cell gate swings open by Ren’s hand, and the king steps in with his gaze locked on his prisoner. He closes it behind him, nodding at Scar to lock it again. "Leave us, Scar. I shall call for thine when our conversation is complete!"

Scar does a small salute. "You got it, my liege," he purrs before spinning on a heel and walking out into the hall.

drip... tick. drip... tick. drip... tick.

Ren's head turns slightly, ear swiveling to listen for Scar's footsteps to fade. Silence hangs heavy in the air between the two of them save for

drip... tick. drip... tick. drip... tick.

Etho's thumb presses against the object in his hand, the metal filigree soothing against his skin.

"What's that?" Ren finally asks, nodding at the object.

With a bit of confusion, Etho casts his gaze at his hands, surprised to find a clock in his grip. His breath hitches in his throat at the sight, his fingers curling tighter around the edges. He'd had Bdubs fix it so it would tick again— perfectly in sync with the one Etho gave him so many years ago. 

Ren is left to wait for an answer as Etho flips the clock over, his thumb grazing the word scratched in the back panel.

'Crastle'

Handwritten.

A remnant of a time. A place. A meeting.

drip... tick. drip... tick. drip... tick.

"Looks like a clock," the king hums, crossing the small cell in a single stride to loom over Etho. He kneels down next to where Etho sits— Etho fights the urge to curl away. Ren's gaze is piercing as he looks over Etho's face. "Did Bdubs give you this?" A smile plays on the corners of his lips as if taunting Etho.

Then Ren's hand is in Etho's, scooping the clock out of it with claws far more delicate than Etho expected from the mad king. He tries to grasp the clock tighter, but it's already being turned over in the king's hands— examined with a scrutinizing gaze. Etho stares at Ren's face, gritting his teeth as he bites back his words. He's unsure where the king is going with this, so he refuses to give him anything.

Ren catches sight of the engraved message and stills. Though, where Etho expects fury to explode from the king, there is something painfully familiar instead. The king runs his thumb across the word with the same kind of gentleness the prisoner always regards it with.

drip... tick. drip... tick. drip... tick.

"So this is how he sent you an invitation, then?" Emerald eyes flicker to Etho before returning to the clock.

"No."

"No?" The word is punctuated with a breath of disbelief.

"Bdubs didn't know I'd be there." Defending Bdubs is still so easy. Why? It's not as though the king could ever question Bdubs' loyalty after this.

No. That's Etho's job now.

"The secret meetings, then, I presume," Ren responds smoothly— as though he is entirely unbothered by it.

Etho says nothing.

drip... tick. drip... tick. drip... tick.

The clock is admired by the king for a few lingering moments before he speaks again. "Bdubs told me about those, you know." The wolf stands again, the clock still wrapped in his palm. "I mean, it was hard to avoid when you got...reckless." He smiles down at Etho and it is almost cruel.

Etho glares back at him.

"Y'know, Etho, you seem awfully attached to a clock, of all things."

The prisoner snarls up at the king, "You wouldn't understand. You couldn't understand." His blood runs hot as his fury blazes in his eyes. "All you see him as is one of your possessions."

Ren chuckles at that and shakes his head dismissively. "Well, he's certainly not yours, is he?"

A jealous, hot kind of rage curls in Etho's chest at that, and beneath the mask he bares his teeth. "He's not yours, either. You're just lying to yourself." His hand tightens into a white-knuckled fist beside him. "He'll never love you. Not really. You're deluded."

The words seem to have no effect on the king, the smile at the tail end of his previous laugh still comfortable on his face. "My good sir, Etho...I have never seen clearer than I do with him."

Etho scoffs. "I find that hard to believe."

Ren sighs. "I suppose it does no harm to let you keep this." Crouching down, he holds the clock out to Etho— forces him to take it. "It is the last part of him you can have, after all."

Etho takes the clock with a bit of hesitation, though the anger is clear in his icy gaze. Clocks have always felt perfect in his grip— Bdubs always knowing how to craft the perfect weight and balance just for him. Yet, now...here...with this clock...

It doesn't feel so perfect anymore.

"So. What?" Etho growls, tucking the clock into the inside of his coat. "You're going to execute me? Make me tell you all the Resistance's plans?" If he's going to be here, he might as well know what he's in for.

"No, no no." Ren rolls forward onto the balls of his feet, leaning closer to the prisoner. "I have other plans than that." He grins, sharp teeth glinting in the lantern light. "The little resistance can keep to their games— they'll be lost without you, now, anyway— and Bdubs and I will continue our work."

A slow breath forces its way in and out, Etho having to do everything in his power to keep himself from punching Ren in his diamond-clad face. There'd be no point to it...though it's tempting anyway.

He doesn't.

Instead, he meet's the gaze of the king with his own. Amusement being met with fury.

"I'll leave you be now, Etho," the king hums before standing one final time and walking to the iron bars to summon Scar.

drip... drip... drip...

As the mad king is let back out of the cell, Etho can't help but wonder how Ren truly feels about Bdubs. Is Bdubs really just a possession to him? Is he just the hand, the architect, the kingmaker?

Is he more?

A dark brooding expression settles onto Etho's face as he pulls his knees closer to himself and folds his arms atop them. Once again the wall becomes his point of focus, the real world being lost to the one behind his eyes.

drip... drip... drip...

***

The wall was scaled with ease, Etho having learned the way after so many times sneaking in. Their quick kiss with Etho holding to the edge led to a clumsy tug through the window— which was left open for a quick escape. Like always. Like every time. (How did he not realize?)

Bdubs' lips moved against Etho's possessively; as if driven mad by the idea that anyone else might've had the pleasure of seeing Etho's face. His smile. Etho fell into it with ease, relishing the reminder that Bdubs wants him around the same as he always did. (Did he really? Or was it just wishful thinking?)

Etho's arms quickly wrapped around Bdubs, snaking up his back to pull him close as he deepened their kiss. Bdubs hummed into it, leaning against Etho, his smile against Etho's lips. (Was he imagining Ren?)

"You looked stunning tonight," Etho purred as he pulled away just enough to look over Bdubs' face.

"Oh yeah?" A grin spread across Bdubs' mouth, mischief glimmering in his eyes. "Well, you looked okay."

Etho's nose scrunched up as he pulled his arms back to playfully shove the architect. "Oh, come on, you couldn't keep your eyes off of me."

Bdubs snorted. "Yeah, once I realized it was you!"

"Seems I did okay hiding myself, huh?"

"Too good." It's said with a hum as Bdubs stood on his toes to chase after Etho's lips again.

They exist like that for a while, lips moving against one another's, the quiet of the night allowing them to be each other's worlds for just these moments. (At least, Bdubs was Etho's.)

Eventually, Etho broke away to a small grumble from Bdubs, only to move to the kingmaker's jaw. Soft kisses were planted along every inch as Etho moved toward Bdubs' neck, revealed to him as Bdubs tilted his head to the side. Bdubs' hand found Etho's hair as his visitor made his way closer to his shoulder.

It was easy, getting lost in the moment. Easy to lose sight of his usual caution...of the truth of their situation. It was easy to let the bitter jealousy of seeing how Bdubs looked at Ren curl in his chest, and even easier to let his teeth drag along Bdubs' skin. (He was so foolish.)

In those moments, Bdubs was his.

Just like always.

It was so, so easy to forget the truth.

(He should've known, when Ren called from the other side of the door, that Bdubs would rather shove him out the window than turn the king away.)

(He should've known, when Bdubs locked the window after him, that the king would have Bdubs' devotion that night.)

(He should've known, when he spent the night alone in the cold of the jungle, while Bdubs found warmth by the mad king's side.)

***

Once again his name pulls his attention to the forefront of his mind. The tone pleads for more than the word asks— and more than Etho can offer.

"Etho...?"

Where once Bdubs' voice might have thrilled Etho, it now causes a sharp jolt of pain to course through his veins like electricity. It surprises him how similar the sensations feel.

The prisoner remains silent.

Keys jangle together as Bdubs flips through them for the correct one and Etho stiffens. He's coming in. He forces a deep breath through his mask before gifting Bdubs with a simple glance.

"I said I didn't want to see you, Bdubs."

"Well, I want to— need to see you. I... I need to explain."

Etho's jaw clenches.

"What if I don't want to hear your explanations?"

Bdubs hesitates, key in the lock, staring at Etho with nothing but hurt in his eyes— As if he has any right to feel hurt. He shakes it off, turning the key and pushing open the cell door. A weight hangs in the air as the door is shut once again with a soft click.

"I'm gonna tell you them anyway," the kingmaker finally decides to respond.

Etho scoffs and pushes himself off the wall so he can stand and face Bdubs.

"Actually, sure." His arms cross over his chest as his gaze locks onto Bdubs'. "I'm curious. Tell me why."

Tell me why you broke your promise.

Tell me why you betrayed me.

Tell me why you chose him.

"Etho, I... I didn't have a choice."

A snort of disbelief cuts him off before he can continue.

"N-no, you don't— This was— Etho, he would've had you chased down and dragged in, I was— I was trying to keep you safe!" Every word is agonizingly desperate.

"Keep me safe? Bdubs, you would've kept me safe by not imprisoning me!"

"It's not— You would've had to keep running, I was trying to think of you, I—"

"You were trying to think of me," Etho repeats back— a statement over a question. "You were trying to think of me, and so you broke my trust."

"No! No—"

The prisoner doesn't let him finish.

"I know you better than this, Bdubs." His words sound cold. "Stop lying to me."

Bdubs finally pulls his gaze away, looking at the wall next to Etho's head. "I didn't have a choice..."

Etho stares at Bdubs in sheer disbelief. He lets out a soft cuff as he shakes his head and lets his arms fall apart. A hand digs into his coat pocket, gripping something and pulling it out to hold in his hand.

"Bdubs, you gave me this clock, and I trusted you." The clock is held in his open palm for the kingmaker to see. 

tick. tick. tick.

Bdubs says nothing as he stares at it. Etho takes a measured breath.

"You made a promise to me that night. You let me get comfortable visiting. You let me—" Think you were safe. Another slow exhale passes through his nose. "You promised me, Bdubs. I know you better. I know you don't just break those to keep me safe."

"What are you saying?" The kingmaker's voice shakes.

"I watched you dance with Ren at the masquerade." His fingers curl around the clock edges, knuckles whitening as he grips it tightly. "You did this because he asked you to. Because you like when he's possessive of you, when he—"

"It's not like that!" Bdubs blurts, eyes begging as they meet Etho's again.

"Then what is it like, Bdubs?"

"It's— I—"

An awkward silence fills Bdubs' mouth as nothing comes out. Etho shakes his head again and turns his attention to the clock.

"Ren was right. This is the last part of you I have left."

The clock is dropped onto the floor next to Etho's foot, causing a pained sound to come from Bdubs. Etho pays him no mind, instead lifting his boot and hovering over the clock.

tick. tick. ti—

crunch.

Easily, the clock fractures apart beneath Etho's heel.

The cell falls silent.

drip... drip... drip...

...

"I think you should leave, Bdubs."

It is one of the rare times that the kingmaker has nothing to say. Etho can see the tears glistening in brown eyes as Bdubs holds them back. And then he sees Bdubs leaving, and Etho is left alone, save for a broken clock.

#spooky.writing #hermitshipping #rendubs #ethubs #hc resistance au #HOOOO BOY OKAY GANG #HERE WE ARE #UH. SORRY? I GUESS?? #WHEEEEEE #YAY ANGST #fic #blametuna

[moriiartist]

BACK TO THE ARCHIVE...

The tag list can be found here!

‧₊ OVERVIEW...

SYNOPSIS: The warmth of June has swept over North America, and with it, summer break. Fresh out of college and armed with a blinding lack of direction for the future, you decide there’s no better place to be than Camp Hermity, a remote summer camp in the shadow of Mount. Noxite. Can you find your life’s goal here, with your campers and fellow staff? Can you even handle your campers? And… why are the rest of the counselors so attractive?

CHARACTER(S) INCLUDED: C!Xisumavoid, C!GoodTimesWithScar, C!Grian, C!Mumbo Jumbo, C!Ethoslab, C!DocM77, C!Rendog, C!Bdubs

SCHEDULE: One or twice per week!

STATUS: Started, paused

The story line of this fic is directly impacted by decisions made by the readers, i.e., YOU! Answer the surveys included at the ending of each chapter while you can, and watch as your path unfolds.

‧₊ MASTERLIST…

Chapters

001 | Go For It | Various x GN!Reader | 3.3k Words

A long drive, a first meeting, and a dawning realization that this will be your life for the next three weeks. 

002 | Golden | Various x GN!Reader | 5.4k Words

Your first day, breakfast with a new friend, and the wonderful idea to give children projectile weapons

003 | Take That | Various x GN!Reader | 5.3k Words

New friends, a scavenger hunt, and an alliance made with the Red Rabbits.

Endings

Waiting….

#mori's archive

[alienssstufff]

a oneshot about the bdubs and etho last life apocalypse au angst you say 👁👁

yeassss smth I did mainly to figure out their dynamic and backstory for the au but a more slash /srs direction of that joke comic x]c

#ask stufff #last life apocalypse au

[lovlycherries]

What if the Life series x DSMP crossover?

I keep reading these Hermitcraft x DreamSMP AUs where they all meet up or they swap concepts/lines but how about the LifeSMP series? I have seen some but not that many. imagine 3L!Martyn and 3L!Ren taking the roles of C!Punz and C!Dream?

What if there’s a Clingyduo-ified 3L!Desert Duo or TNTduo-ified LL!DesertDuo?

LL!Etho and LL!BDubs get a more C!Niki and C!Jack Manifold “Partner in crime dynamic”

LL!Team BEST feels like a more Las Nevadas dynamic where it basically broke apart in the end.

If you think about it, 3L!FlowerHusbands fits C!BeeDuo really well. With the angst and all :)

OR! DL!Pearl taking on LN!Quackity’s Arc due to the multiple betrayals and heartbreaks that was experienced, to an absolute breaking point.

Side note: What if I syndicate your Boatem?

and that’s it for my AU idea! There would possibly be more in the future but who knows!

#traffic smp #trafficblr #thirdlife x dsmp #third life smp #Dsmp #Haha pearlescentmoon with a Las Nevadas arc #Imagine the legacy arc with this AU #Third life au #dsmp au #Third life

[pixiemage]

Hermitcraft Writing Prompt

This is basically a revamp of a similar prompt I made a while back...but with a different fandom in mind. Go ahead and send me an ask with any combination of a few numbers and/or letters...I’m curious to see what people choose. :3

(Example at the bottom of the post)

And feel free to reblog this for your own ask box too!

CHARACTERS:

1 - Grian 2 - Mumbo 3 - Scar 4 - Bdubs 5 - Iskall 6 - Stress 7 - Impulse 8 - Tango 9 - Zedaph 10 - Doc 11 - Ren

(Or send the name(s) of someone I haven’t added to the list! I may or may not choose it depending on how confident I feel writing them, as this list is more centered around people I know I can write with a certain level of accuracy.)

ADJECTIVES: (With a + or – to choose the positive or negative option. Granted, some words can be taken to be positive OR negative...so you get to choose how to play that game.)

A - apologetic | antagonistic B - bashful | brutal C - caring | careless D - daring | drunk E - energetic | egotistical F - fond | furious G - generous | guilty H - heartfelt | hateful I -  intelligent | irresponsible J - joyful | jealous K - kind | killable L - lovely | lonely M - mischievous | manipulative N - nostalgic | nervous O - overprotective | overworked P - playful | psychotic Q - quiet | quarrelsome R - relaxed | reckless S - secretive | sick T - talented | terrified U - upbeat | untrustworthy V - victorious | vulnerable W - watchful | weak X - excited | exhausted Y - youthful | yeilding Z - zealous | zero

EXAMPLE: (4 and 6, +C -X)

Bdubs and Stress, Caring and Exhausted...and since it wasn’t specified which was which, I get to pick which Character is assigned which Adjective. :3 (Though based on these characters, I know which I'd choose lol.) You can also just leave a letter by itself - no Positive or Negative - and that leaves the connotation up to me. Or if you want to be specific, you say which adjective(s) you want to be used for which character. Up to you~

OPTIONAL: If you have a specific headcanon in mind (Watcher!Grian, BlazeHybrid!Tango, Werewolf!Ren, etc.) you can add those on too. OR if you wanna throw this whole prompt out the window and just send a random idea my way, I'm game! No promises on if I'll choose your ask, but if it catches my eye - well. We'll just have to see won't we? ^^

(I may update this later to include Season specification, but seeing as I've only seen Grian's S6, almost all of S7, and the beginning of S8, I'm not quite caught up enough to write just anything from any timeline lmao.)

#Hermitcraft Writing Prompt #Hermitcraft Fanfic #Pixie Writes #Pixiemage Writes

[epicfranb]

Re: describe the female character or anvil falls on thee

Vent about AnXiEtY DisOrDeR under cut

Not rereading that so there may be stupid autocorrect typos

There was a time i made only female characters and struggled to make male ones. All of them had different personalities, as good as a 10 year old could make them. Moved on to making male and non-binary (not realizing they're non-binary yet) a whole lot later.

My problem here is that, while there are female mcyts i like... I'm just not into them as much as Etho and Bdubs. It goes for literally every other mcyt as well. In my dsmp era, there just weren't creators that caught my interest; i really liked Aimsey and Crumb, but i could not for the life of me stay on stream for as long as Tubbo's streams, and after a while i stopped forcing myself because what fun is it, forcing yourself to watch a steamer for some sense of moral goodness? If anything, i think watching a female streamer for the sake of watching a female streamer is actually worse than being honest in saying "there just aren't any that i enjoy" cuz it's true that there are less of them, and/or they are less popular, so you're less likely to come across one you like.

Hermitcraft/Life Series/Empires/whatever is the first time there are female mcyts that i can confidently say i enjoy a lot. Pearl, Cleo and Shelby in particular are my faves. But i watch each of them fairly casually. I probably couldn't write an in-depth analysis of their character as well as i could ethubs. But that sort of goes for literally everyone else on those servers. The post doesn't talk about an analysis, i know, but when harsh wording like this comes up... Not only is it the situation where you're asked for something, and you immediately forget everything about it, it's also like being backed into a corner and forced to answer calmly. Oh AND a "don't think about X" situation where you're bound to think about X.

The post originally doesn't talk about mcyt tho. It's about characters. Last time i was fully into written characters was Kagepro, where admittedly i was also into 2 guys that i shipped the hell out of, to the point of shoving everyone else in the background. I could still write them fairly well - helps that there aren't real people behind them whose decisions often contradict, but also I'd say they're pretty simple characters once you break then down (i could talk a lot about kagepro). I particularly liked writing Ene for how much of a troll she is. Being nerdy about games and technology certainly helped.

Lastly, there's Winx which I am. Sort of? Into rn? Where all 6 of the main characters are girls and the male characters, each of their boyfriends (yeah all of them conveniently have boyfriends) are the one-dimensional guys with very little going in terms of their stories and personalities. But In Winx, their characters are very typical, so it's easy to describe them. All of them can be described as "she's A and B, but also C and D" They're not bad characters, they're certainly not one-dimensional, but they are very simple.

So, what do i want to say with this? I guess this could be called sort of a vent. The deal with those kinds of posts is that i know they address a problem that exists. I know they're targeted at a specific type of person that exists. I know it's likely a rhetorical question just to bring to light how female characters are often treated. But this kind of post also makes me start looking within myself, even when i know I'm ok with writing female characters, i KNOW i don't have the problem being described!!! I'm not saying I'm free from misogyny, but this problem I KNOW i don't have. It makes me feel bad though when i don't want to describe a female character or when i fall flat on any description, whether it's cuz i just don't want to or because I'm not in right mood. Idk, it's just something anxiety does where it makes me question myself.

Tldr I agree with the message of the post but i don't like it because of the way it affects me personally.

[itsonlydana]

"finding a friend in your enemy" ➷ BdoubleO100

➛ pairing: c!bdubs x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

➛ idea: when Pearl asks you to cat-sit her cat Nugget, Bdubs is convinced he would never like any cat and especially not one that shows no interest in him whatsoever. It's fascinating how fast the tables turn.

➛ word count: 1,1k

➛ tags/warnings: none, pure fluff, mention of small injuries

➛ an: while writing this I rewatched Bdubs Among Us stream from tonight and I had to write this short story after he and Pearl chatted about her cat. I know Bdubs is not on my official list on who I write for yet, but if you have any ideas, send them in :D

➛ requests: open!

important links: rules + masterlist

🌿 reposts and comments are appreciated, they motivate me a lot and keep me writing <3

"I think she hates me" 

"What?" Astonished, you looked over the top of your notebook, glancing from the long list of materials for your mega base to Bdubs, who almost disappeared into the tall grass in his moss sweater. 

"She hates me and probably every person on this server," your boyfriend repeated, resting his head in the crook of his arm so you couldn't see anything of him except for a tuft of brown hair. He'd been lying there in the meadow in front of your starter home for hours, as still as you'd never have thought him to be, hidden under his soft sweater that was far too warm for a warm summer day. 

"Well, she seems to like me," you clarified, and turned back to your list. You had already started to elaborate the plans for your big project a week ago and after you decided to settle down near the shopping district by the sea you could finally go into more details - or rather you could try to, because Bdub's deprecating click of his tongue made you lower the notebook in your hands again. 

"You don't really think someone so sweet hates humanity, do you?"

"She's the devil himself! Look at her with her red sparkling eyes and razor sharp claws! Just now she was sharpening them and I swear she was staring at me the whole time!"

"Bdubs, it's a cat!" you interrupted his agitated babbling and stood up from your double chest serving as a seat, aware that you couldn't continue working until the "cat" problem was solved. And if, in exchange, you would put your project on hold for another night, only to finally be able to work in peace afterwards, so be it. 

With a sigh, you trudged across the meadow to the shady oak tree, against whose trunk you leaned again, directly under the "B+y/n" cut into the bark, which had been created as soon as you had put down your first chest of the now out-of-control chest monster. 

Stretching out your legs, you leaned against the trunk and looked down at Bdubs and his fluffy opponent. 

Pearl's cat, Nugget, lay curled up in itself with her head, chin turned upwards in the grass, sleeping perfectly peacefully, completely unaware of Bdub's stare. Now that you were facing him you could see his face again, his skepticism of the fur baby more than evident in his curled lips. The hood pulled over his head cast a shadow over him, and laughing, you stretched to pull it off of him. 

"Stop looking so grim, you super villain," you grinned after you ran a hand through his brown short strands and he blew them out of his eyes.

"I'm not the bad guy here," he grumbled, his whole attitude towards the cat telling a whole different story. Ever since Pearl had asked you to watch her cat Nugget for a few days, she had a long trip planned to gather materials and didn't want her running around her base alone, Bdubs had been out to plant nasty thoughts and worries in your head. What if you couldn't handle cats? Did you know what Nugget ate and needed for grooming? What if Nugget didn't want a babysitter at all and just wanted to chill for a week?

The latter had got you thinking about whether it might not have been Bdubs who didn't want to be a babysitter. 

For you, the issue of Bdub's apparent dislike of cats had been resolved when Pearl had dropped Nugget off the day before yesterday in a box and with a shulker box full of food, snacks, and grooming products, and the cat had responded to Bdub's attempt to pet her-he'd been clumsier than he used to be at Redstone-and he'd gotten a small scratch on the spot. 

You thought that if they didn't like each other, they should get along in peace and just ignore each other, but you didn't count on the sudden jealousy that arose in Bdubs every time the cat tried to get close to you, thus scaring him away. 

Of course, he claimed that Bdubs, the king of the moon, didn't need to be jealous of a creature like a cat, a kitten at that, because he was so much better, and yet he was staring at Nuggets as if he wanted to send her to the moon in a rocket. 

Just as you took your hand out of Bdub's hair and were about to lean back again, Nugget stirred. First she stretched her small slender hind paws back, rolled away and presented the underside of her belly to you, meowing. 

"Oh look who's awake" Slowly, so she could see your hand coming you began to pet through the warm fur, massaging it lightly "Did you fall asleep after your dinner? That was quite a feast wasn't it? You're just like Boo," you whispered loud enough for Bdubs, who was watching the interaction skeptically and with his eyebrows drawn together, to hear "He likes to sleep in the sun after a good meal, too" 

"Hey!" he exclaimed, startling Nugget, as she immediately stopped purring and hissed in his direction. Immediately Bdubs hissed back, seeming less threatening and more childlike. 

You looked at him admonishingly, the subject of volume around the kitten had come up more and more in the last two days and while you didn't mind your boyfriend's full voice, cats heard everything a little louder after all. At his low grumble, Nugget calmed down too, her little body rolling relaxedly in your direction until her head bumped against your knee and she tossed up a throaty meow at you, a complaint as to why you had stopped petting her. 

As any sane person would do, you continued the petting and were immediately rewarded with the deep purr that made every bit of stress fall away from you. It was truly magical how good a purring cat was for your mental health. 

"Boo?"

"Yes angel face?" 

You looked up with a smile from a perfectly content Nugget to a grumpy looking Bdubs. He really needed to work on his jealousy. "Don't you want to try Nugget again? She's all fluffy."

At your question, Bdubs laughed out loud until he realized you were serious. "No, never! Never ever in my life will I pet that devil and give myself to her, become one of her servants, serving her food and being bossed around! Can't you see the rage in her eyes? The hatred for the human- ahh" Without much hesitation you had taken his hand and were slowly running it over Nugget's belly with yours. She flinched briefly at the strange touch, but when she realized she was being petted again, she blinked once at Bdubs and leaned toward his hand.

It was a fascinating moment when Bdubs, completely in stupor, let you guide him and when he found his own rhythm and after a while his feet began to kick in the air, you knew you were one step closer to having a cat of your own.

#hermitcraft fanfic #hermitcraft x reader #hermitcraft x you #hermitcraft fluff #bdoubleo100 x reader #bdubs x reader #c!bdubs x reader #c!bdubs x you #bdoubleo x reader #bdoubleo x you #bdoubleo100 fluff #bdoubleo fluff #bdubs fluff #bdubs fanfiction #hermitcraft writing #hermitcraft imagine

[shepard-ram]

Sleepy Hermit Headcanons

Fluff, No one asked for this but I will still present my daydreaming, no I'm not touch starved what are y'all talking about also thank you to the discord when I asked who to add, only to name like half of the whitelist. There are many more I want to be soft with in the hopefully near future so this is probably just a part one

Includes: Grian, Bdubs, Doc, Ren, Xisuma (Seprate)

Grian---

Aprently macaws sleep for 12 hours so yeah, goodluck waking up early with a bird boy resting after a day filled with heavy lifting

Will lay on top of you solely to make you completely disappear under his wings like a gaint colorful blanket

You can tell when he's finally waking up because he'll start nuzzling into you while making a bunch of chirping noises

It's adorable but dammit you woke up like three hours ago can you please move-

You've gotten into the habit of smoothing over his hair and feathers while waiting

Which, you can guess from the louder chirping that he enjoys it

Bdubs---

Goodluck having any sort of inconsistent sleep schedule, it might as well be a competitive sport with him

No matter what you're doing the minute the sun's touches the horizon you're gonna get dragged to the softest bed ever rather you want it or not

Uses you as pillow, it's impossible to get up without waking him up. Wake him up and you're being clung to and begged to go back to sleep

In the morning he's almost always awake before you. So you wake up with the positions switched, your head on his chest

He's still trying to keep you asleep as long as possible, at least you've gotten a proper night's rest

Doc---

It was a little awkward at first, metal arm, centaur body and all. But you found out how to make things work

Loves curling around you, crushing you into his chest, pressing your face into his furr, the whole thing

He's always making sure the blanket keeps the cold metal off your skin. You don't really mind it but he keeps doing it anyways

He hisses alot in his sleep, and if your crash course in creeper behavior served you right it's his equivalent of purring. It's sweet to think he feels that safe and relaxed with you

Being squished against his chest also means you can hear the soft tick of cybernetics alongside his heartbeat

Ren---

Part two of how in the world is it this comfort to cuddle with you you're like half metal-

You've woken up in some really weird positions to avoid the ol' steel pillow his chest and arm are

He's on the colder side, loves to bury his face in your neck. Not ideal (for you lol) during the winter, but at least he likes using you as a hot water bottle

Okay this was inevitable, ear scratches the puppy loves them. Will fight sleep just to keep enjoying the sritches

Talks in his sleep alot, the amount of storylines you've pieced together from his broken dialog is incredible

Xisuma---

Very half and half with who drags who away for some well deserved rest. At this point you might as well start keeping score

If you're the one getting him to bed then you often have to remind him that armor probably isn't the most comfortable pajamas for either of you-

If he's the one to get you in bed then he likes to mess with your hair as you drift off. That and little kisses. You of course return the gesture when it's you putting him to sleep

Has tried to get you to sleep with a group of axolotls. It was an... interesting experience. Napping in a pond isn't exactly your speed

Mornings are really sweet though, you'll both spend a while together chatting about the upcoming day while dozing off, the colder it is the longer it takes for either of you to get up

#shepard ram writes #mcyt x reader #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x you #hermitcraft x reader #hc x reader #c: grian #c: bdubs #c: doc #c: ren #c: xisuma

[rzdhc]

Hermits Help Hermits Stream 03/22/2021 QnA and other notable things

Answers to the questions Ren asked the hermits (not word for word, just summarizing it all)

1. Where’d you get your name?

RenDog is from, when he was making is YT account, his nickname “Ren” from school, and he added “dog” at the end because “it wasn’t gangster enough.”

ZombieCleo was from her World of Warcraft character who was also named Cleo and was undead. 

Goodtimeswithscar’s name was from his playstation network days when he got a ps3. Scar made the joke, that his ps3 days was “good times.” Scar was a misspelling from the show, “The Office.” There was a character Michael Scott made, Agent Scoon, and Scar misremembered it and made his username Agent Scar.

ImpulseSV was from a drumcore (like a marching band) he marched after high school. The name of the group was named Impulse, and SV is his initials which "we don’t talk about.” He also mentions that he’s impulsive by nature. 

Tango is a nickname his coworkers from his first game development job gave him.

Cubfan135 is a fan of the American Baseball Chicago Cubs. It’s a username from a site called “Yahoo Cool[?]” and 135 is a random number so he could have Cubfan as his name.

Xisuma, who really likes music, is from the word “music,” just flipped and the “c” replaced with “x” and “a” added at the end.

Ren, Cub, Impulse, and Scar don’t know what the TSD in JoeHillsTSD means, but chat says it means “Team Snow Day,” a comedy troupe he was/is in. I’m not sure of the accuracy of that though. Xisuma thinks it’s related to Tennessee, where Joe is from. Ren thinks it’s “the sand doon.” Cleo says “Team Snow Day1”

Bdoubleo100, “it’s private.”

JoeHillsTSD confirms it’s “Team Snow Day,” it’s a group where he and his friends did comics and rpg games together.

2. Pineapple on Pizza?

YES: Impulse, Tango, Cub, Xisuma

NO: Cleo, Scar, Ren, Bdubs

3/4. First build and when did you join?

Cleo: Beginning of season 2; entrance to her museum.

Ren: Season 4; hermit farms, food for everyone. He stayed up all night to make it, which wasn’t really use it. And Mumbo apparently set up his base next to it so he didn’t have to make food. Ren proceeds to call him “a lazy bugger.”

Scar: “According to the minecon panel, I joined season 6.” Season 4, 2016; a tent. “And you’ve been building it ever since!” Ren jokes. The tent builds evolved from his survival world, whihc he made “tent city” and eventually a rollercoaster.

Impulse: Mid way season 3, January 11, 2015; quad witch hut, one he built with mumbo, tango, and xisuma, each having their own hut to work with. 

Tango: End of season 2; his “Base” which was pretty much a “hole” according to Ren.

Cub: Start of season 4; a hole in the mesa.

Xisuma: right at the beginning, before there was a hermitcraft world; “one of those forgettable start homes.”

Bdubs: Season 1, for a tour, season 3, challenged Keralis to a build battle who “wussed out so I couldn’t get to build anything;” massive tree in the jungle in season 5. 

5. Favorite shop in season 7?

Ren: Chest monster. “Doesn’t get enough loved.”

Cleo: After much hesitation, “which one do I use the most? The dye shop next to the herald.” It takes Tango and Impulse a bit to realize that it was their shop, “Oh wait, that’s our shop!”

Scar: Concrete Complete, the one that has saved him more, and much of the mayor funds. 

Impulse: “East, big logz.” Cleo proceeds to call him a suck up.

Tango: “Sneaky E’s. It’s so original, I love it.”

Cub: “Beef’s Wool shop, super useful, always stocked, fantastic shop.” 

Xisuma: The secret shop. “Sneaky-Es?” Bdubs asked. “There’s another one?” Cub asked. “I can’t say more because it’s a secret.”  I have a feeling there is no shop other than sneaky-e’s but avoided answering the question by saying that xD

Bdubs: False’s store who sells blackstone for 50% off

Bonus: Wat does he do while doing the biomes.

First hermitcraft videos. Metal music or podcasts.

“Metal music helps me through the pain.”

“an hour day 

6. Pee in the shower

YES: Bdubs (100%), tango (”it all goes in the same place”), Ren (’it’s extremely liberating, put your hands behind your head and let loose”)

Sometimes: ImpulseSv (”Not like bdubs who saves it”), Scar

NO: Cub, Cleo (”Slightly different equipment, so no”)

surprised everyone else showers: grian (not even a bath)

logged off the server: Joe hills

Star Wars Trivia

Cleo: How did they design ewoks?

Grian: paper and pen I imagine

Ren: clay?

Cleo: no, they cut a wookie in half. it’s literally how the designed him

Scar: How do you create a sith lightsaber?

Bdubs: Blood crystal

Cub: When two light sabers love each other very much-

Ren: Something with the [anban] crystal

Grian: [something about the fundamentals of the crystal, and more rambles I don’t get

Chat knows apparently

Scar: you all disappoint me, you have to bleed them

Bdubs: that’s what I said!

Scar: No, you said blood

everyone proceeds to complain about semantics and such

Scar: Why is Asoka’s lightsaber white now? 

Bdubs: they were purified

Tango: what does that even mean

Grian: are these crystals magic or did they have to be purified

Bdubs: she has to take them into the shower and pee on them. I’m sorry, it’s a call back.

Ren asks more serious question

7. Best thing about lock down

Cub: Perspective on things, appreciating everything before lockdown.

Ren: “made me appreciate my family more” and “keep up with my family more”

Bdubs: said “I wasn’t very good at washing my hands before” and “now I’m more conscious about my keyboard and hygene”

Impulse: “Door Dash.” Built a home gym apparently?

Grian: Gave up take out for new year and lent [it’s a religious thing for christians/catholics where they give up one thing, have no meat every fridays, ethc]. Also talked about how important essential workers are, as did everyone else.

Tango: Tango got a new dog in march 2020 and got to spend a lot of time with the lil’ pupper.

Cleo: Life didn’t change much, still goes to work to teach children and does hermitcraft. 

[tbh, idk when xisuma left, he never said anything, at least from Rendog’s perspective I didn’t hear it]

[More Star Wards trivia, I don’t know Star Wars so I can’t properly write it]

8. Do you play games that you don’t make content out of?

Grian: League of Legends. Also joked that “enjoyment” was questionable

Cleo: Breath Edge (after Scar asked for recommendations) [also nice, a game rec for me]

Cub: Rocket League (Tango proceeds to excitedly ask him what rank, gold)

Impulse: has not room for another game, sometimes among us or rocket league on stream, retro games for family game night)

Bdouble: Binding of Isaac (go to for all the time; ) 

Cleo: “Binding of Isaac, yes!” (there’s a sequel soon)

Grian: Stardew valley, age of empires 2 (cub too), starcraft 2, they are billions (ren plays it, tango is considering it) [seems like a brutal game no saving? lot of time sinkage]

Tango: Dyson sphere program [this is were joe joins in]. Satisfactory (joe also plays it)

9. Favorite no video-game game?

Grian: Throw Throw burrito. New game where there’s two squishy burritos? Need to clear anything breakable in nearby vicinity.

Ren: Agricola (tango and joe hills heard of this)

Grian: So sophisticated game and throw burritos?

Cleo: Atmosphere, where people shout at you

Scar: Surprise Star Wars trivia! First appearance of Boba Fett

Cub: Episode 4, got it.

Joe: Episode 1, isn’t it?

Grian proceeds to talk about another game that involves movement and no strategy 

10. Anyone involved into long time mmo? IE 10 years plus

Cleo: I was

Joe: Yeah, I had to get out of that

Tango: Yeah, I miss it, I’d go back in a heart beat

Ren: I’m the only one?

Tango: Let me guess? Is it runescape

[bunch of guesses I won’t all list]

Grian: EVE, Eve online.

Ren: been playing since beta. live in (Nulsec?), no rules, and hunt noobs who join [like 2b2t xD] (chat was disappointed and shocked)

(they all proceed to joke that “hes one of those toxic players)

Grian: One time ultimate werewolf. also has an entire cupboard full of nerf guns 

Cleo: YES

Noteable things:

after realizing it’s qna, tango says “oh I thought this was star wards trivia! Scar’s gonna obliterate us”

Xisuma is referred to as the “Genesis block” via Ren.

Ren realizes his headphones are broken

Ren consistently says “I want one of you to die” throughout the stream.

“This is where friendships will be lost,” Ren says. 

“More so than the pizza question?” Cleo responds.

Ren “randomly” decides the first person to ask question 5 and it’s cleo again, who says “wha- again?!”  

“My most prized possession, the skull of B double O, I stroke it every night” 

after impulse 

Ren was disappointed that “there were no friendships shattered” after question 5 

Bdubs says he’s upset no one chose his (as a joke I’m presuming)

Scar attempts to “shill his wares during hermits helping hermits” which ren proceeds to scold him for

someone said “yoohoo,” everyone gets confused

cleo thinks it’s joe

it’s grian though who has been “listening for a considerable amount of time”

Ren says that he’s gonna be disappointed if Grian isn’t in proper star wars apparel, and grian proceeds to say “Imma leave”

Ren says he’s surprised how much has been done and says they should do it more often

Scar says “Can you come over and clean my room? the cables under my desk are a mess?” 

Cleo says “I will do it scar if you pay for the flight”

ren asks “Will you come over and clean my magic cards please”

ren thanks everyone and says he appreciates them for helping him with lava even thought it’s “super boring”

grian, who just joined, says “you’re welcome”

ren hits him, saying “get out of here, you free loader”

when bdubs changes into Rey (from the star wars sequel series), ren proceeds to ask if he wanted to get coffee, “Oh I get it! You’re hitting on me!”

[because rendog is ren, who is also a character from the movies]

Grian proceeds to burn his diamonds because it “annoys the viewers” and “has too many”

[Joe has done it before so not exactly surprising]

Zombie cleo gets the first death of the stream by flying into the ground

scar asks what’s bdub’s favorite french fry

“from arby’s” bdubs

“What are you, a boomer?” scar

“maccy d’s” ren

“would you like some potato with that salt?” grian

grian asks scar if he’s jealous because the uk is getting a tim hortons

bdubs proceeds to insult tim horton’s and says it’s the best thing they made

and grian exclaims “they made etho!”

[lol, RIP beef]

Scar asks “if you’ve heard about the time I got banned from canada

grian says he’s heard it many times

cubs says “he’s so proud” of being banned from canada

Bdubs has built a spike “3 times” but they’ve all been destroyed

after question 6, Grian jokes “you guy’s shower?”

impulse says “bath” as b-ah-th in a mock english accent

ren says he’s “I’m learning so much today, about biology, about plumbing”

after they ask scar to do the star wars trivia and hasn’t asked a question, everyone proceeds to joke that he hasn’t watched star wars and that “it’s all a sham”

Scar: Gentleman, circle around

Cleo: oh, I’ll just go off this way

Bdubs: Yeah Cleo, come back later

Scar: I’ll just go kill myself then (in minecraft) /j

Bdubs: no wait scar, don’t

ren said he liked that he got to know the more human side of the hermits

tango joked that if the first week was about peeing in the shower, he didn’t want to know what the next week was about

when asked if he peed in the shower from ren, joe immediately logged off

ren’s the first nerdiest, grian’s the second nediest of the group

cub asks if he’s the only one who isn’t into pokemon 

tango, bdubs isn’t either

scar only liked pokemon snap

ren said he’s into magic the gathering then said “oh god it’s getting worse, can we end the stream?” then joked that “dude i’m into sports, football” and joe joked “yea I like that red cards, the yellow cards”

sports talk, grian prefers playing than watching, tango’s getting into hockey 

cub: wait, in arizona???

tango: yes! Why does everyone say that?

ren proceeds to fail to land on the top of his tower

cleo proceeds to fall from a high place

after ren asks who’s next

grian jokes “back of the mansion?” 

impulse says “I thought that was scar’s job”

scar “You thought my chest monster was bad? I have a chest monster of cables under my desk

#hermitcraft #rendog #zombiecleo #goodtimeswithscar #tango tek #impulsesv #cubfan135 #xisuma #xisumavoid #bdoubleo100 #grian #ls #i loved this stream #it was so fun #also there's apparently more hermits helping hermits streams coming and I'm all for it #qna #hhh

[griba]

I saw that “art trademark” thing...soOoOo

yours I think would be the beautifull lineart the way you draw eyes :D

!! interesting! tysm :]

tbh i do have fun drawing eyes (even if they look like the same 3 types /lh) so that's actually pretty nice to hear :D

also,, this reminded me i already drew a sorta lineup of different eye types i assigned the hermits, but it's Painfully Old so!! here's the redraw :]c

[ID: 3 images of traditional sketches with lines darkened digitally of different eye types for various Hermits, all lined up vertically.

ID 1: From top to bottom, the Hermits shown are Iskall, Mumbo, Rendog, Impulse, Hypno, Etho, and Evil X.

ID 2: False, Scar, Doc, Keralis, Grian, and Cleo.

ID 3: Tango, NPG, Hels, Wels, Bdubs, and XB.

/End ID]

hi, i'm cici, ceo of asymmetrical faces and projecting my gender, i hope you like lol

#gri ask tag #peanut-squirelll #gri scribbles #do i main tag this? #hm. yeah i like this lol #hermitcraft #hermitblr #i am not tagging everyone else though >_> #i got a bit lazy with the last image lol #described #i do have more for other hermits but my brain couldnt think lol #i drew these on the same page but it had 3 other drawings on it so they're all in different directions to fit lmao

[serendipitous-posts]

Glad to help lol! Anyway if Jack's off with Zed, his closest neighbors would be X, Hypno, and the Big Eye Crew. How does he react to meeting each of them? Also what other Hermits does he get along with the best? The worst?

So. So at first, Jack's kind of scared of these people. Mostly because these guys are Not Human and Very Very Old. Nobody really sees a Hermit outside of MCC, where only a couple of them go, or when they get invited in - a rare occurrence. But their builds-their legacy? Very well known.

Ironically, the hermit's are also scared of him at first. They assumed he hacked in, and Xisuma wasn't able to blacklist/kick him, so he sent out a quick 'hey guys avoid him if you can.'

Eventually though they bridge the divide.

So. I think Hypno would . . i guess the word is avoid him? Hypno doesn't really like interacting in events often and this seems like an Event.

Him and Bdubs? Platonic soulmates. They both have Angry Shivering Chihuahua Vibes and we're all thinking it.

Zedaph, watching them scream incoherent babble at eachother: Fascinating. He's not the last of his kind.

Tango finds him interesting and decides that since Zedaph is his friend, Jack is now his intern as well. Jack tells him that sounds like slavery. Tango tells him that until the courthouse is built, he can't prove that.

Now, I don't watch Keralis, but from what I've gathered, he's very horny and very nice. He's also the one to remind Etho to sleep. So.

He's concerned. He knows the others have seen the burn marks, the giant scar on the back of Jack's head.

But he doesn't think they really see the way Jack looks at them sometimes-when they give him a compliment or include him in the conversation, as if they've given him a great gift. And when he does get a gift? He hides it on his base, buries it actually. He would know-he found the shulker box he gifted him.

Who he gets along best with?

I'd put it between either Zedaph, Mumbo or Cleo.

Zedaph is obvious, he's known him the longest.

Mumbo joined Hermitcraft when he himself was 18, and though c!Jack is now 19 and Mumbo himself is no longer the youngest, a part of him sees himself in Jack, twitchy and unsure about all these people who were older/more experienced than him. He goes to visit Jack a lot, and though he hasn't visited the boatem village yet-it's a bit far on foot-they talk about redstone. Jack doesn't really get it, but he tries to.

Cleo. Will be expanded on later

Who he gets along worst with?

Joe Hills.

MMH. It's not even anything Joe did to him. It's just-some of the speeches he gives reminds him of Technoblade, and that in turn reminds him of Doomsday and- well, you get the point.

This of course is unbelievably awkward cause they're both very close friends with Cleo.

Docm77

This will be expanded on later

Xisuma

Also will be expanded on later

#hermitfold au #dream smp x hermitcraft #jack manifold #xisumavoid #xbcrafted #zedaph #bdubs #tangotek #keralis #mumbo jumbo #zombiecleo #joe hills #docm77 #xisuma #seren-scribbles