#especially xisuma i miss him

[ambered-glazed-sheep]

Im not gonna lie, i miss hermitcraft....

i know it hasnt gone anywhere, but i have

#this sounds a lot more dramatic than it is #and i know its natural ykbow as you get older your interests change #but i cant help but be a little sad about it #it just doesnt hit me the same way as it did three years ago #and thats simultaneously okay and normal but also sad #especially xisuma i miss him #when i watch his videos now it feels very different #ive changed a lot and maybe the creators also changed a bit #and i suppose i just went into a different direction #thats fine! but also i miss hermitcraft is all im sayibg #amber talks

[remderance]

so...few days ago I've created a hermitcraft mermaid au. and here ya go, some of my thoughts about it and also my drawings.

first of all, cub, grian, zedaph, tango, joehills, xisuma and impulse are humans, when scar, doc, pearl, skizz, cleo are mermaids(I didn't think of other hermits yet)

here's also a bit of lore happening, so let's talk little bit about every hermit.

•xisuma

- he is an owner of this whole circus oceanarium and ocean research center.

- he is a strange guy, once he even stole a bone from rendog to chew on! but nonetheless, he is a hard working man and he does all the managing work better than anyone else possibly could

•scar

- cub and grian were the first to find alive mermaid, which happened to be scar. scar, as the most kind and innocent soul, of course, most of the time spent saving sea creatures from fishing nets, plastic junk and etc, though got a lot of injuries himself. he had been in an accident just before he was caught, so he didn't have a chance to escape due to movement issues, because his tail and fins were badly injured

- scar is an orca! but he won't eat you, don't worry. he might try, though

- most of the time there is only one scientist watching him, and it is cub. even though at first cub was too serious about his job, depicting scar more like an object other than a living creature with thoughts and feelings, it was gone in a little while when two of them had a chance to actually know each other more. you could say, scar softened cub's heart

- he is a silly boy, trying to escape his aquarium probably every day at first, thinking of place as a prison. none of his attempts were successful, to be honest, but he never stopped trying

- also, once he even got in a physical fight with grian, being mad that he was in the team who catched him. who won? for some reason it was grian, who is smaller twice in size and not so good underwater

- grian got in trouble many times because of his experiments and especially testing human food on scar. once he had serious food poisoning because of it, and cub never let grian be alone near scar's aquarium again

- scar once asked for human meat and got a "cubfan live reaction". canniballism is pretty common between mermaids, so he was expecting the same from humans

•doc

- doc is a giant moray eel.

- you could say he is the most intelligent and smart fish you've seen! not just by mermaid standards, but by human too. before the oceanarium he was living in an old warship, where he found a room with books that were not touched by water. that's where from he knows chemistry, physics, engineering and other, that's also where he learned english better, as he is originally from german waters(scientists where really impressed that mermaid could have an accent).

- but this ship happened to be in a military zone, where people one time were testing a bomb and underwater explosion happened. doc nearly made it out alive, though got almost incompatible with life injuries. he couldn't be healed by wrapping wounds with seaweed, so he decided to go to humans to the research center by himself, making a deal: he agreed to be studied for science purposes but got a proper treatment for his injuries in return.

- by that point, he was second one to be "caught"

- he is really smart and he will not be missing an opportunity to squeeze out everything from people working there. he got the best aquarium with the best accessories, rocks, corals and filters. it took almost over a year to figure all of this out and a lot of pressure on workers, but doc is not feeling guilty

- he really likes to eat tomatoes

- he also really likes to get out of his tank and go on an adventure to other mermaids. scar is living nearest to him, so you could often see these two hang out

- he created the word "scitties" and scar likes to use it (especially in situations when he is suggested to wear clothes. he says his scitties are too precious to hide them)

- after some time doc became the first mermaid scientist. his high intelligence just couldn't be ignored

- doc helped to create prosthetic fins and tail for scar

- eventually there was created a special gadget just for doc, so he could easily speak with other scientists even being under the water

- scientist connected to him is grian. they are in good terms and grian totally acknowledges his cleverness. gridoc nation rise up

•ren

- oh sweet, sweet rendog! you just couldn't guess what he is. he is... a dog, simple as that. but a smart one!

- although, he doesn't like meat. he is a vegetarian dog!

- his duty mostly is to deliver food to mermaids. he doesn't like to deliver food to scar as it's mostly chocolate chip cookies and lots of raw meat, and he totally adores to visit doc because of his love for tomatoes

- doc likes to escape, and ren likes doc, so he always goes after him with a mop in his teeth to hide water paddles he is creating

- ren is well-trained and all of the staff knows him, so he has access to almost every room in both oceanarium and research center

- he likes to sleep near doc's aquarium. sometimes doc goes out of water at night, waits for his hand to dry and gently pets him

- oh. and ren also has a very specific addiction. this little fur boy always steals people's sunglasses. why does he do that? why does a dog even need sunglasses? nobody knows. but that is such a common thing, that nobody even cares anymore. yep, there's a dog running around in sunglasses, what is wrong with that?

•here's the fun part. beloved zits!!!

- impulse is the only one true ocean scientist in their group

- zedaph lived most of his life on a farm and knows pretty much everything about farm animals. he is a crazy zoologist and has basically zero idea how to deal with fish

"that's a weird looking chicken", - he says, looking at any mermaid

- tango is an engineer and a drummer in his own band. he slays and also he has a lot of tattoos

- although tango's band isn't zit band, they were playing together in college! they all had their rock phase, zedaph even has scars from piercings made in that time

- the star of our show... skizzleman!! skizz for short, he is a manta ray, and he is going mental. he screams, he bites, he fights, he likes to bother others and especially impulse

- skizz made impulse fall in his tank for countless amount of times

- skizz and impulse often fight, verbally and physically, but also for some reason their bond is very strong. they like each other, just in a different way, but their way to this was very hard

- and yep, he is the reason why all of the zit are here. he's just too strong and uncontrollable for one human to handle, so impulse had to get his friends

- skizz is very clumsy and can't exist out of water due to being a manta ray, so trying to escape he makes just one step and then is found right outside the aquarium angry and waiting for someone to come and put him back

•pearl and gem

- pearl is a blue-ringed octopus!

- she spent a lot of time near the shore at the port and most of the time was listening to people, trying to guess meaning of unknown words and adoring strange human stories. it happened in australia, that is the place where she got an accent. it is an exceptional case too, but unlike doc, this accent is not natural, but a learned one

- pearl's only and favourite piece of clothing is a hoodie with oceanarium logo

- as a natural enemy, doc fears to go near pearl. when he is asking her if she's safe, she never gets him a clear answer

- gem is doing mermaid shows! yes, she is not a real one, she just has her costume and adorable coral horns

- oceanarium got gem a tank to exercise and to rehearse her shows. it appeared that pearl was basically living alongside. they liked each other at first sight, but for months weren't able to communicate well, it was only through body language

- pearl sees gem as a goddess for her elegant, exquisite and beautiful movements. no real mermaid moves like that, so that's just something so exotic and unreal in pearl's eyes, it makes her stare without blinking every time

- once impulse was in charge of caring for pearl and he saw what happened between two. he got a permission for gem to visit pearl's aquarium, and that was the first time they got to really know each other. it was the happiest day!!!

- gem is the only one who can calm down skizz and make him feel fear. nobody understands how, but sometimes impulse asks her when skizz is getting unbearable

- impulse, gem and pearl are often seen hanging out together. they created a trio called "soup group". the name was created because of pearl's unexplainable love for soups of any kind

• cleo and joe

- cleo is a sea snake

- she has fish hooks and spear parts in her on places where in canon she usually would get stitches

- she is basically a nature miracle, because she is a zombie, literally dead creature, but for some reason she keeps on going

- half of her organs are not working properly or are not working at all

- because of doc and cleo scientists guess that mermaids are far stronger and tougher than people, as they tend tο survive even in the most dangerous and unreal situations

- also doc and cleo are extremely big

- not to mention these two are really fond of each other. their tanks are located far away, but doc sometimes gets to cleo and they have the best time in the whole world

- joe is an ocean geek who once won an excursion behind the scenes of oceanarium and research center. that's where he met cleo, and for some reason she caught his eye

- he was very persistent and got a permission to sometimes meet cleo under supervision. it was said, that it is good for experience in interspecies communication, so scientists didn't mind

- though, he didn't do anything inappropriate. he was basically just finding a friend in a strange zombie mermaid! he showed her his favourite shows, comic books, was teaching cleo how to read, they were drawing and scrapbooking with her. just a couple of ocean besties!

- although joe cooks and brings mostly exotic or strange foods, cleo likes it a lot

- cleo likes to scare people and mermaids, but when she tried to scare joe she saw only pure excitement in his eyes

•honorable mention, mumbo, who is a plumber and engineer. everyone keeps calling him mario. he even got a big m on his head!

also: it is canon that all of the mermaids are kind of buffed

#hermitcraft #hermitcraft mermaid au #cubfan #gtwscar #grian #docm77 #rendog #zombie cleo #joe hills #tango #zedaph #impulse #skizzleman #xisuma #geminitay #pearlscentmoon #mumbo jumbo #my art ꮚꆤꈊꆤꮚ

[kiwinatorwaffles]

I found This is About a Stuffed Bird bc of you and its one of my favorite fics ever. Do you by chance have more suggestions?

hermitcraft/mcyt fic recs? :0 let's go!!

i get a lot of my fic recs from other friends since i don't really go out and search on my own all too much for this fandom. but there are lots of great works out here! i will be listing out some of my favorites :3 mostly hc but a couple general mcyt ones that i think are an excellent read no matter what. all of the fics i'm listing will be genfic without ships!

also i just realized a lot of my bookmarks are grian-centric which is funny i guess because i am admittedly quite picky about content of my other favorites and grian just tends to have the most content in the fanbase. hope that'll be alright

(i hope some of my friends and mutuals don't mind me tagging them for their works)

hermitcraft longfics:

the last days of the free angel of carrows by @theminecraftbee - loved stuffed bird? here's another great longfic by second! this one is about joe and cleo in an urban fantasy mystery setting. again, second writes our beloved hermits into an captivating au!

leaping and hopping on a moonshadow by @lunarblazes - a fantasy au by luna my beloved! pearl suddenly gains magical powers and goes on a quest to find her long-lost friend grian who might know what's happening to her. she meets a lot of familiar faces along the way!

Recall by @redwinterroses - hey, i was the artist for this one! :D mumbo goes missing, so grian and scar search for him. they find that grumbot has been up to some... things along the way. the fic isn't finished but i think the chapters red put out is worth a read if you don't mind leaving off on a cliffhanger because it really is super interesting

dramaturgy by wormcity - a universe where gem and pearl join in a season 7 that was never finished. mumbo became the mayor, but the turf war went so very wrong afterwards. admittedly i have not finished reading this yet because ummm short on time xD but it's super interesting with a lot of layers of drama(turgy hahaha)!

hermitcraft short fics/oneshots:

for trying. by @autistic-evil-xisuma - a stuffed bird universe oneshot of x and xisuma during their lab days. great if you want to be sad over the doomed brothers again :D

the wheels on the bus by sparxwrites - a hilarious post-s8 oneshot about grian being a little shit towards the watchers. one of the first fics i've read from this fandom and i still love it

a body is an object by ruffboi - grian is a mimic, and pearl's arrival in s8 shakes him up. she hasn't seen him in a while and is quite upset to learn that the grian she knew died a long time ago. a great read for familial connections and conflict of friendships!

Goatman and the Rift by TheDepressedCanary - doc's eldritch powers start acting up when the rift appears. what shenanigans will ensue?

other mcyt fics/crossovers:

late at night, when the stars don't look quite right by @lunarblazes - an excellent empires s1 and hermitcraft crossover longfic, where grian lands into the server and is discovered by pearl! very great worldbuilding and relationships, i especially love the dynamic between gri and pearl and pearl and gem :D

every new discovery is just a reminder by amaranthinecanicular - grian begins pulling alternate versions of the hermits from the life series into the server. he does save a lot of them, but at what cost? it does end on a cliffhanger but this is genuinely one of the most captivating oneshots i've ever read... argghhh

The Fair and the Brave and the Good by @slashmagpie - an afterlife smp longfic centered around the shelby, scott, and sausage. i have never watched afterlife smp before in my LIFE and this is still one of my favorite pieces of literature ever. the characters and worldbuilding is impeccable and perfect if you like something dark with themes of hope and renewal.

Two Can Keep a Secret (If One of Them is Red) by anonymous secretmcblog - a 3L oneshot! ren suspects grian has stockholm syndrome with his pact to stay with scar, but his expectations are wrong. a truly excellent read and one of them first fics i've read! i still go back to reread it from time to time

dog at the door by fluffy_papaya & iamsolarflare - a longfic where doc and ren take a trip on a van on their way to s8. ren, however, is not quite himself, and doc has to learn to befriend the red king.

devil town is colder in the summertime by @bananasofthorns - a oneshot from a 100hsmp/life series d&d au! team BEST ventures into a cursed evil fucked up forest. uh oh.

Interview with the Aftermath by @ranchersrevenge (wanderlasts) - the last life contestants are invited for an interview. the responses vary greatly.

stars, smoke, and stolen car keys by wormcity - a 100hsmp modern au oneshot where grian, scar, and joel go on a hike. it doesn't go quite as they expected.

the beehive state by amaranthinecanicular - a dsmp oneshot after wilbur moves to utah. tommy visits him, and the two reconnect. i have to say i stopped following dsmp a long time ago but this fic made me BAWL. i don't even think you need to know any of the characters that well to really enjoy just how amazing the writing itself is

Can't Go Back (This Time) by @duckmumbo (musicaltvbooks) - soup group goes end raiding and accientally finds themselves in afterlife smp. nothing goes wrong, surely! also admittedly i havent finished reading this either but roy i swear i will. this is a great read nevertheless and the soup group dynamic is impeccable!

TommyInnit's unbeatable method of avoiding sudden death by eneliii - on the train of dsmp fics, this is the superhero au longfic that inspired my own hc superhero au, vdhau. it's a lot of funny shenanigans with tommy and his friends. the fic does take a dark turn at the end, but that can be skipped entirely (as said by eneli herself) if you just want the wholesome aspects.

if you don't mind a little self promo, here are some of my fics!

it takes two to play (the game of mutual secrecy) - the aforementioned hermitcraft hero au. this installment is centered around xisuma and evil x as brothers resolving their issues through hero work and solving the mystery of welsknight's disappearance :D there are other works that are set in the same universe if you're interested for more!

how to form the ultimate besties dynamic: an unreliable tutorial by hypnotizd - a oneshot! hypno is a warlock who goes treasure hunting under the sea. he meets a guardian who later becomes his unlikely friend.

smoke and mirrors, the hunt perseveres - grian's arrival in empires s2 unwittingly brings the watchers' suspicions with him. cue jimmy freaking out and a lot of shenanigans.

ballad of etho’s lab - my newest installment! a oneshot about etho's storied life as the redstone god.

i'm also currently working on the sequel to the game of mutual secrecy and a new (well not exactly new since i made concept art for it) au called private detective gem tasey! these will likely be released sometime late january or february. have fun with these fic recs! i haven't been reading as much lately but i hope ill be able to find more if anyone else asks in the future. cheers!

edit: the fics are out! here they are!

hiding in plain sight (the meaning of trust) - sequel to the hermitcraft hero au! it follows an escaped lab rat trying to acquaint themselves with human society while avoiding suspicion and making friends with familiar faces from tgms ;D

private detective gem tasey: a rotten mystery in london - a hermitcraft detective au where gem gets hired for a case that spirals completely into drama and politics!

#birdhouse inquiries #why am i hereagain tag #writing #hermitcraft #mcyt

[hermit-lover]

hi! just want to say that i absolutely adore your writing! always finds a way to have me latched on! o(*^▽^*)o🌺

not sure if you're taking requests right now, but may i ask for a ren x sheep hybrid!reader angst/fluff? he needs more love, especially with what's been recently going on with him irl..

just the two comforting each other; giving each other hugs, positive affirmations, all the cute fluff that i really need! (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ♡

feel free to discard this one if it feels a bit much.. no rush, of course!

remember to take care of yourself, eat and drink some water!💜

Reassurance

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Character: Rendog x Sheep!Reader

Type: Blurb (~1.3k)

Theme: Romantic, Angst to Fluff

Summary: When the world gets to be too much, you can always find solace in each others arms.

T/Ws: Mentions of existential dread, negative events, sadness

A/N: Sorry this took me so long!! Ren does deserve more love :D

A shudder ran through your body, trying feebly to ward off the deep chill that crawled into your bones. Even with your fluffy wool, the strange cold that blanketed the sever seeped in. It been lonely recently, the other hermits busied with end-season projects. You however felt....pointless. You had nearly completed your mega base, but were in no state to do the detail work it deserved. Minigames made and played, hermit harassed...

You had nothing. Hollowness a gaping hole in your ambitions.

Well, not entirely.

A small bubble of bitter warmth built up in your chest as the thought of him slipped through. Charming smile, welcoming arms, and easy words. You missed him, but he too was feeling the end-season grind. Fluttering around his boat raceway, Rendog ignored you.

It probably wasn't his fault, the day a hermit doesn't accidentally overwork themselves is the day the earth stops turning!- You quickly shake away memories of a looming anxiety and a too-large moon. Settling instead into this paraylzing chill. The fluffy blanket- a gift from him- cradled you snugly. But it was as if your blood had turned cold. Heart to stone.

A buzz from your comm pulls you back to the dark room, soft ear twitching, screen lighting up with a notification. Hope and confusion muddles your fuzzy head. You grope for the metal box, dragging it towards you. It takes some heavy blinks in order for your pupils to adjust to the onslaught of light, but when they do- your eyes widen.

'Hey, need any help with any projects?'

...

After so long of neglect from Ren the message pulls a mixed reaction. Excitement, and anger. Your fingers dance across the keyboard without thinking.

'No. No need to bother.'

Its snarky, you know it, but your too damn tired to be polite.

'Are you sure? is everything okay? :(' His message pings back, almost instantly. You hold back a cringe, knowing somewhere deep within that lashing out is childish.

'Yes.'

Turning the comm over you stare into the dark abyss of your room. Void a welcome blanket. Covering you and hiding from the outside world. Eyes drifting shut, and you nearly pass out before a buzz jolts you. With a huff, you turn away from the intruding device, nuzzling futilely into the soft sheets. A few more buzzes pass before the pressing silence is back.

Faint birdcalls, the wind against the windows and trees outside, occasional rocket. It was soothing, but reminded you how the world goes on without you. Every hermit plunged into projects or Decked out. While your here.

Here.

Withering away pitifully. Holding back a sniffle you mourn. How did they have such endless energy? How did they deal with the increasing pressure upon their shoulders? How did Xisuma stay so ontop of everything and everyone? How was Tango constantly there for Decked out? How did Grian manage his own life games? How did-

A knock startles you. Snapping your jaw shut to hold back a bleat.

...

The stretch of uneasy silence that follows almost has you questioning if it even occurred. Maybe you were so desperate you were going mad-

"I know you're in there. If you don't want to answer that's alright I just- ...wanted to see you."

His tone is...soft. Sincere. Almost...tired. It stirs in your chest again.

...

You could never stay mad at him.

"Come in." You answer, voice scratchy from lack of use. You swallow, feeling the grit. It seems to take him a minute to realize you gave permission, but you can hear him shuffle and the door click open. It casts a rectangle of light into the dark room, His shadow outlined against the back wall. Ren stumbles inside, kicking off his shoes, and setting on the very corner of the bed. His weight makes it dip, and your heart skips a beat at having him close. Longing to untangle from the bed, and tangle into him, but pride holding you back. He smells of the cold and pine, yet the underlying scent of sweet musk and pumpkin pie like you remember. Ears twitching as he takes a deep breath, indicating your attention towards him.

"So..." Ren begins, surely picking at his cuticles like he does when he's nervous. He's almost never nervous, seeming so sure in all his actions. It hurts you to know he's hurting. Stupid empathy. "How are you doing, baby? I know its been a while since we've had time to hangout.." You huff, bitter amusement forcing a harsh smile.

"Since you've had time to hangout." you correct plainly, and he cringes.

"Right...I'm sorry, baby. I-" He takes an unsteady breath. "This isn't an excuse, but i've been having a really hard time mentally. With the raceway, some weird lingering vibeys from the king, Decked out, approaching the end of the season...It's all a lot. And I've been isolating myself and I know it." He's been having a hard time too...The realization chokes you up. He wasn't ignoring you, he was struggling, same as you. That idiot.

"Baby?-" You cut him off before he can ramble further, lunging from your blanket prison and into him, grappling and flopping backwards to pull him ontop of you. His warm skin sends goosebumps down your arms and a jolt up your spine. He allows himself to be pulled- or perhaps he was genuinely shocked. For a second he remains tense, but your soft hands and hair against him soothe away the nerves and he melts.

"You're an idiot." You scold affectionately, blunt nails drawing up and down his back. For the first time in a long time, warmth crawls beneath your skin. Heart melting from its icy prison. He grumbles, warm breath in your neck shivering pleasantly.

"I know." He relents, you make a noise of protest.

"But you're my idiot, my brilliant, adorable, amazing idiot." The words fall easy from your lips, he was truly a light in your life, and it was easy to tell him. The thumping of his tail against the plush bed brought a smile, you always found it adorable how his body betrayed him.

"Don't flatter me baby, I should be groveling to you" Ren shoots back, leaning back to meet your gaze. His eyes are like gemstones, glittering with affection, yet tinted by exhaustion. "You're wonderful, caring for me despite your own troubles. So talented in everything you put your mind towards, and you always look damn sexy doing it." He winks and you flush, hiding the embarrassed bleat with a cough. Laughing airily he leans, resting his forehead against your own. "We'll get through this slump together, alright baby?"

Humming in agreement you admire his features in the low light. Long eyelashes and quirked smile. What you wouldn't do for him.

"And, lets work on communication. Right?" You raise an eyebrow, sending a flush across his cheeks. "What? don't get sheepish on me now." You joke, a common slight towards you due to your fluffy heritage.

"No no of course not- thats your job." Ren agrees, basking in your faux annoyed eyeroll and small bleat.

"But seriously- together." You insist, smile sweet on your lips.

"Together." He agrees, he would vow himself to you a million times over, give up everything in his life should you need it, wait on your every need.

And you would do the same.

His lips are as soft as ever against your own, slightly chapped from the cold wind, but supple and plush. Ren kisses like it was the last kiss ever, pouring his heart into the connection. Sturdy, warm, caring.

Yours.

#hermitcraft #hermitcraft x reader #hermitcraft fandom #hermitblr #atlas writes #hermitcraft fic #rendog s9 #rendog x reader #rendog #renthedog #hc s9 #hc

[limelocked]

Out of the hermits, who would be the first to communicate with unit/torchwood? Xisuma is an obvious choice, but Joe would be a funny introduction, as he looks human enough...but the vibes! It gets more weirder each meeting!

honestly joe is probably the best choice because yeah he looks human enough and hes well enough of a negotiator/representative (which is whats needed here rather than a leader TM) not to mention that weve established that joe is fully aware of what is happening and where they are

joe is however, and ive not watched joe in a long time so please correct me here, probably the single hermit who would be the most suspicious of any organization attempting to hold them, especially unit (after the un divorce </3 unit being a un arm i miss u TT-TT)

joes vibe to me is like if the doctor was fully human but with the same quirks and the confidence to look at a gun being pointed at him and quip

thankfully unit has a record of dealing with a guy like that and also has that guy on standby being retired so not too hard to handle, not so thankfully being that kind of guy makes negotiations and Talks just slightly more Tense than they have to be

#excuse my emoticons but alas i dont have the pensive emoji on speed dial #hermit who

[spicygambles]

can't stop thinking abt ur doc and beef comparison... they really are like opposites. Also ik u said the herding dog x lamb x wolf was more for grumdoc dynamic but i think it could apply to the beef, doc, mumby one as well. Especially cause one would assume beef is the herding dog and doc the wolf - only to be quite caught of guard that theyre wrong when beef gets his hands on mumby ehehe.. :3

Okay... I'm ready

Anon, you know me, I like my cheerful bubbly men to have that certain pinch of danger, that touch of obsessive, I mean- how many is it now? With Scar and Impulse, Grian, to a certain degree and they're just the specifically cheerful ones (Xisuma doesn't count, not yet). But Beef? VintageBeef himself?

I do write him as someone with a lil something slithering beneath his handsome, beaming smile, but when you categorized it as hunger, anon I have to say, it all started to make sense.

It's easy, I think, to look at Beef at a distance, see his charming smile, the excitable way he talks, his bouncy bubbly personality and take that as face value. Just as easy to disregard the sharpness of his canines and that look in his eyes, everything he's buried under the heavy layers of restraint and self control.

He knows himself, knows what he's capable of and only a handful of people have scratched the surface of it. But he loves his friends y'know, from the past and all through the present and he knows himself, what he's capable of and he's spent so much time reigning himself in, moulding himself until the danger is all but gone and love's the only thing he's capable of offering.

That doesn't mean his teeth aren't sharp though.

So! The herding dog and the wolf are friends and they spent a good chunk of the past together and they know- eh I'd say most of each others capabilities. Where does our lovely lamb fit in?

Well, Mumbo has a certain... magnetism around him, even with how aloof he was in the beginning, how rare his interactions were (we've talked about this before and will do in the future), but its in both Beef and Doc's nature to be drawn to him.

It only really started during season 5, just... surface-level stuff, a budding curiosity. It felt like both of them were at the cusp of something significant. But there were many other distractions, a lot more games, and they both left early so it didn't really go anywhere in the end.

Season 6 came and Grian did his thing, now Mumbo was a little less avoidant and a little more present. Doc was there, his eyes now looking at Mumbo, rapidly growing fonder, but Beef wasn't and Doc had let his guard down.

Season 7 and Beef was back! Doc, caught in the joy of the reunion didn't even think to put his guard back up and honestly? He didn't really need to at this point. Beef had spent the season away further dulling his claws after all.

But again, that damn curiosity, not to mention the fact that Doc had already sated his.

During the welcome back party Doc had taken it upon himself to catch him up to things he missed, talking his ear off as he eagerly listened. But as the night wore on and their supply of alcohol dwindled, Doc's tongue got looser and looser and the man is talkative when he's drunk.

Who knows how their conversation steered towards Mumbo as they huddled closer and closer, Etho and Bdubs already conked out for the night, maybe Doc just recognized his past hunger brimming on the edges of Beef's cordial smile, but he spared no detail and that made that age old curiosity burn.

Beef would then find himself subconsciously stalking Mumbo, keeping his eyes pinned on him like he was prey. Time passed, the honeymoon happens and maybe this is why Beef was like that, so sure of himself, so... in the know. Maybe the honeymoon wasn't as spontaneous as it could've been even... who knows.

I just think it's funny that the wolf only got to the lamb because the herding dog barked when he wasn't supposed to.

#sgimgabs #sgimswrity #so like #this might be ''canon'' in our polyhermits au #it might just be for the mumdocbeef herdinglambwolf dynamic #i'm still thinking about it #also this is late as fuuuuuuck #me: damn why do i have so many drafts... AN UNANSWERED ASK???? #is literally how it went #i love you anoooooon #you compliment my thoughts like butter on toast #<3

[bluiex]

To breakdown each counselor! I'll do campers in another ask!

Jimmy is one of the ones I decided to trans the gender of :]. He and his sister, Lizzie are fae. He's the one who plays the guitar for campfire songs. Grian keeps trying to get him to play the one from Spongebob, and Jimmy reluctantly agrees. Jimmy's actually Grian's favorite counselor. Maybe it's because he likes messing with him, but y'know.

Fwhip is little bit reckless, but he's definitely one of the fun counselors. Is he all that athletic? Not super, but that doesn't stop him! He's a favorite among many campers, including Mumbo, Tango, and Cub, and of course, his little sister Gem. Now if only he could stop accidentally swearing in front of the kids.

Katherine doubles as a counselor, and the camp nurse. She's very well-versed in first aid, and can very easily calm just about any kid down. Her campers often make her flower crowns, and she wears them all when she can. She's a favorite to quite a few, including Stress and Pearl.

Joey mostly helps in the arts and crafts cabin. He doesn't really like being outside, it's anyone's guess as to why he's a counselor, but he does very much care about the kids. He's where a lot of kids get their sass from when they return back home. It's why he's a favorite counselor of Cleo's. Joey's also been teaching Xisuma to speak up for himself a bit more. He just needs to stop sneaking off to make out with his boyfriend Xornoth behind the cabins.

Joel isn't the smartest, but he's very funny. Joel also has a very high pain tolerance, almost to the point where he's a bit reckless with it. It worries his girlfriend to death, but the campers find it fascinating. Scar especially, seeing as how he's very similar.

Sausage ends up teaching a couple of the kids Spanish while they're at the camp. He's the camp's main cook, and everyone adores his food. The kids find his overacting with the other counselors hilarious as well. His flair for dramatics makes him a favorite of the more theatrical kids, like Ren and Wels.

Lizzie is the big sister of camp. Sweet, a bit chaotic, but responsible and kind to everyone. She mainly runs the water activities, and that coupled with her pink hair makes jokes and rumors of her being a mermaid fly. She doesn't exactly correct them, even if she isn't a mermaid. Why ruin their fun? Xb loves her for it. And Wels? Well, if his calling her "Miss Mermaid" is anything to go by, he does too.

Pix is technically the owner of the camp, being the oldest and most responsible. That's not to say he's boring, as campers find his pranks to be the most intricate, elaborate things they've ever seen. He's always got an interesting story to tell. Martyn always finds his stories fascinating.

Scott is more quiet, and understated as a counselor. But he's very responsible, and makes sure each camper is comfortable in whatever they're doing. He mostly works with the archery range, and teaches any camper who wants to learn self defense. False is an ace in his classes, and Scar loves the archery aspect. Scott's brother Xornoth also helps out sometimes, when he's not dragged off by Joey.

And Shrub! Shrub runs the nature hikes and walks, and gets so excited during them. She proudly infodumps about any aspect of nature she can, and stimming for them is just second nature. This, though, accidentally teaches the campers stimming. Well, most of them already had something they do that qualifies. Shrub didn't mean to, he just needed to get the energy out, which was how they explained it to the kids. But.. now she makes it a group thing with the rest of the campers she's going with. Telling them to "shake it out" and getting them to join her. Bdubs was won over the moment she complimented his blanket cape.

That's the counselors for ya!

I LOVE SCOTT- adding Xornoth in this is SO GOOD, bless Joey dragging Xor Daddy away LMAO

#bluie gets an ask poggers #summercamp au

[melon-wing]

All is fair in War [Grian/Doc]

Warning: This is a discontinued and mostly unedited story.  If you still wanna read - just for fun - go ahead, but be aware that there most likely won’t be more. [Click here for my non-abandoned stories]

~*~

Chapter I: Of Plans and Beginnings

The mood in Team Star’s meeting room was at a low point. One of the chairs was empty and would remain that way from now on. It stood out like a thorn.

They had just ‘returned’ Mumbo to the other team and even though he had been mostly useless, his presence did have its upsides. His calm voice and friendly manner had always been helpful. He would always listen to anybody who needed comfort. You could always count on him to be a shoulder you could lean on in these stressful times.

And now he was working for the G-Team again. Now he wouldn’t be held back by any mole duties. He could and most certainly would build insanely amazing machines for them.

It sucked being a team leader in these tiring times. They all looked to Doc for some plan, for some grand ideas… But Doc’s mood was probably worse than all of theirs. He was blaming himself. He should have noticed Mumbo’s strange behaviour. He should have known something was up. In retrospect, Mumbo’s alliance had been so freaking obvious. They needed a new plan to win this war, but so far noone in their little meeting had any winning ideas.

“Couldn’t we try to send in another mole? Someone more capable and loyal, that is”, Impulse suggested into the silence of the room. He was obviously expecting his idea to be shut down, just as all the other ideas had been. At least he didn’t sound motivated at all. It almost hurt Doc to reject his idea, but he still shook his head. He had already thought about it and it seemed impossible.

“The neutral Hermits really don’t want to get involved in this mess. Not that I blame them. They won’t take sides. “

“Couldn’t we get a G-Team member to join us?” Xisuma looked around, probably thinking about the options they had, if they were to follow his idea.

Doc was also lost in thought. Who would be an easy prey? Who could the get? The G-Team was a pretty loyal bunch. And their leader’s charisma only seemed to make them closer. His eyes finally stopped at Impulse. “You and Tango are pretty close, aren’t you? Couldn’t you get him to join our side? Let your charm play a little and remind him of your years of friendship...”

Impulse huffed in annoyance. “You think I haven’t tried that already? I wanted him on our team. I pleaded for him to join us, but no, he and Grian are in this together up until the end he said. That fucking idiot. He also tried to get me to join them… I think me and Tango are at a stalemate. None of us will budge. I won’t try again.”

More silence followed, everybody lost in their thought, desperately trying to come up with a new idea. Anything.

“Couldn’t you get one of the girls, False?”

False looked up at Ren and shrugged. “I don’t think so… I could try, but Cleo wouldn’t leave Joe. Well not for me at least. And Joe and Grian… They have this weird treaty. Joe will stick with him and that means so will Cleo. I could try Stress, but I think she won’t turn on them. Once she picks a side she’s pretty loyal. So don’t get your hopes up. There is no girl power that will magically hand us a spy.”

“That leaves only Iskall, right? Is there any way he would turn?”, Doc asked, pondering, but already knowing the answer himself. He just needed someone to confirm his thoughts to make sure he didn’t miss anything.

“Not a chance. Especially now that his remaining Architech friend has joined them. And he and Stress would never oppose one another. They’ve been pretty close friends. They are a pretty tight bunch… like, dude… We’d never betray you, Doc. And they’d follow Grian to the end of the world if necessary. I mean, look at their name. It’s all about the little Gremlin.” Ren’s answer got a round of nods.

It was just an impossible task. There was no way they’d get more members to join their team – spy or not. Maybe he really should try talking to some of the neutral Hermits once more. Maybe at least one of them could be convinced to join in. But then again, it would be a huge waste of time if he failed. Time he could spend on one of their redstone contraptions.

So what if they didn’t have enough man-power? It was about quality after all. And he and Impulse had more than enough redstone knowledge. Between the both of them they could explode the whole server if they chose to. Who cared about the G-Team now having both Iskall and Mumbo. They were quite good, but not ruthless enough.

Already planning his next machine, Doc almost didn’t hear Wels quiet voice, speaking up for the first time. “So~o… What about Grian?”

Doc looked at him, feeling as confused as most of his teammates looked. “What do you mean? What’s up with him?”

“Well we ruled everybody out except for Grian. We could get him to our side. He is the most obvious candidate after all.”

Wels looked pretty serious, but Doc couldn’t help it. He burst out laughing, Ren next to him following soon. False let out a giggle and even Xisuma and Impulse seemed to be amused at the idea.

“It’s his team, Wels”, Doc finally answered, shaking his head in amusement.

“That doesn’t mean he wouldn’t betray them if the circumstances were right. I’m serious, guys. It would be the best thing to happen. He keeps the team together. He motivates them. Without him they’d fall into utter chaos. His betrayal would hit them so hard, I don’t think they could recover.”

“That sounds pretty nice in theory and all that, my dude.” Ren shook his head. “but he won’t betray his own team. He recruited most of them himself. Oh, and he also has a huge grudge against me and Doc. Our prank killed him after all. There is no way...”

There was a glint in Wels’ eyes as he interrupted Ren. “What if I told you I knew a way? I can’t guarantee it 100 percent of course. Such things are hard to pull off. I’d say chances are more like 50 percent. But if we pull this off...”

“We’d win the war,” Doc finished, a thoughtful expression on his face This sounded too good to be true. A way to get Grian to their side. A way to break the G-Team apart, to shatter their alliance. He’d never thought about the possibility. And it still sounded like a crazy idea. He didn’t dare to get too hopeful. “Now, do tell. How are we supposed to manage that?”

Wels smiled. “The way to get him is through his heart. You know how he is. His emotions control his actions.” He paused to look at his teammates. At their questioning faces he finally continued. “I can’t be the only one who noticed he has a crush on a certain Team Star member, am I?”

All eyes turned to look at False who raised her eyebrows and shrugged. “I never noticed anything. We did a prank together, but… Well, he never treated me any different than the other girls.”

“Of course he didn’t. He obviously doesn’t swing that way”, Wels corrected their false assumptions.

The room erupted in shocked murmurs.

“Who is it?”

“He’s gay?!”

“If he was gay, he’d like Mumbo or Iskall, not one of us”, Doc finally stated, raising his voice, to silence the others. He was getting a little annoyed at the chaos his meeting had erupted into. He really had to ‘thank’ Wels later for derailing them so much. Said Hermit huffed at him, eyes gleefully sparkling.

“Funny you’d say that, Doc, seeing that you are his heart’s desire.”

The room was abruptly plunged into silence. Doc’s brained stopped working for a moment, his eyes opening wide in shock, mouth hanging open. It would have been funny, if their situation hadn’t been so serious.

“No way, my dude.” Ren finally broke the silence, laughing with a hint of uncertainty. “Have you seen Grian around Doc? He’s scared shitless, no offence, Doc, but you are not easy to get to know.”

Doc shrugged at the apology. He knew all too well that new people on the server tended to be scared of him until they got to see another side of him. That was possibly the curse of being a half creeper. Well… That and sometimes he was rather rude. And the way Grian looked at him last time? There was just no way. His gaze had held no love, not even a smidgen. Granted, Doc had been pointing a trident at his face, but still…

Wels seemed to think differently. “He isn’t scared so much as he is nervous. Haven’t you all noticed? He hasn’t been nervous around any of us for a while now. Only around Doc. His voice gets higher, his eyes go all wide, he starts sweating… It’s a miracle he can get out coherent sentences when he’s talking to Doc. The ways he’s looking at Doc, when he thinks no one is watching...” Wels looked at Doc intensely. Doc could feel all of their eyes on him. “He’s craving your attention. I say throw him a bone and see how far you can go.”

Doc sighed in annoyance. This idea sounded plain stupid. He would have noticed if Grian liked him. Someone so overly emotional would never be able to hide a crush. And Doc was rather observant. Sure, he didn’t interact with Grian that often, but still…

He looked around. His team was eyeing him expectantly. He had to decide now and he knew they would accept his decision, no matter what it would be.

He didn’t think Grian liked him. He didn’t think a plan like that could work even if it were the case. He didn’t think Grian could be turned away from his team, but…

“I trust you, Wels. And while I have a feeling it won’t work, I’ll still try.”

Wels whole face lit up in excitement.

“You’ll try to get him to our side?”

“I’ll flirt a little. If he doesn’t respond to it within a week, we’ll drop the plan and won’t bring it up ever again.”

Wels shrugged. “He will take the bait. I’m sure.”

“If that’s the case...” Doc paused, rubbing his forehead. He felt tired and was already developing a migraine. “If he’s applicable to my… charm, I’ll put my full attention into this plan. Just don’t get your hopes up too high. I wouldn’t say flirting is one of my strength. Building some war machines would be easier.”

His answer got a laugh out of Ren and he slung his arm over Doc’s shoulders.

“Doc, my man. The Ren diggidy dog can help you with that. I’ll teach you the art of seduction. He won’t be able to resist you. I’m gonna turn you into a true playboy.”

Doc snorted in amusement. Well, at least someone would be having fun during this mess. He sure as hell wouldn’t enjoy toying with someone’s emotions. But well… All was fair in love and war.

“Let’s get started Ren. The rest of you – keep working. I want no one slacking off, while I’m on this wild goose chase.” Everyone nodded and Ren gave him a mock-salute.

This…

This was going to be a disaster.

Chapter II:

Grian walked through the shopping district. He desperately needed more materials for their base and Iskall had given him a long shopping list for some redstone components. Now that Mumbo was with them the machines they built got crazier and crazier each time his friends discussed a new idea. And Grian just loved the chaos. He was almost glad Mumbo got caught spying. Being back together on a team with his oldest friend, it was almost perfect.

Grian rounded a corner on his way to the next shop on the list, when he saw Doc entering itrade. What was he doing there? Why didn’t they just send Impulse to get the stuff? Or anybody else? Leaders weren’t supposed to run errand runs… Well capable leaders that is. Grian wasn’t really of much use any more now that most of the building was done.

But Doc? Since the war had started, he’d rarely seen him. According to Mumbo, he had been busy building some amazing machines.

Grian crept closer, looking around the corner through the glass front of the shop. Maybe he’d get an idea what Team Star was planning if he could get a glimpse of the stuff Doc was getting. Well he probably wouldn’t get an idea. He was not the brightest when it came to redstone machinery. But if he told Iskall and Mumbo what those guys bought they’d surley figure it out. He trusted those two completely.

As Grian walked closer he could see Doc rumaging through different chests, but not getting out any items. He was grumbling something to himself, and Grian tried to get a little closer to the entrance to hear something. He leaned on the wall when somewhere in the distance a rocket exploded. Fuck.

Hurriedly he pulled back around the corner, heart beating like crazy. Doc had turned around at the noise. But had he seen Grian? He had been pretty fast to get out of sight, so maybe he hadn’t been discovered.

He waited for a few seconds watching as Cub flew over them, firing another rocket as he whizzed by. That guys timing really sucked. But if Doc hadn’t seen him, Cub flying by probably made him less paranoid and go back to his search.

Slowly Grian looked around the corner again, trying to get a glimpse of Doc in the store. There was nobody. Furrowing his brows Grian crept a little further, searching every corner of the store he could see. Where the hell had Doc disappeared too. As far as he knew Impulse’s store didn’t have a backdoor.

He bend forward a little further, to see the last corner when he felt someone tapping on his shoulders. He was startled so much he stumbled and fell face first into the dirt. There was a low chuckle behind him and Grian froze. He knew that voice. Doc!

Hurriedly Grian turned around, expecting a trident to be pointed at his face. Instead there was a hand in front of him. Hesitantly he took the hand and Doc pulled him to his feet, trying and failing to hide a grin at Grian’s misery.

“You saw anything interesting happening in there or why were you glued to the window like that? Any special offers I should know about?” Doc asked in a slightly mocking tone with a hint of amusement.

“Don’t pretend you don’t know what I was trying to do”, Grian grumbled and lowered his gaze a little in annoyance. That was when he realised that his hand was still being held by Doc. Neither of them had let go. He was holding hands… With Doc. Any other day before this whole war thing had started he would have been ecstatic. Now he hurriedly ripped his hand from the touch.

There was an emotion crossing Doc’s face, way to fast for Grian to pinpoint what it had been exactly. It had looked like disappointment. But that must have been Grian’s imagination or rather wishful thinking. Why would Doc be disappointed about something like that?

“Yeah, yeah alright. I caught you snooping around. It is a little strange though. I would have thought they’d protect their fearless leader a little better and not let you run around all alone. Who knows little red riding hood. There could be a big bad wolf running around here, trying to harm you.” Doc’s voice stayed calm, but as his grin revealed his sharp teeth, Grian was pretty sure there was an underlying threat somewhere.

“I can take care of myself. I’m not some damsel in distress that needs to be protected. I’m their leader for a reason.”

“Oh… I am sure of that. I am also quite sure your battle strength isn’t the reason. But no worries. I’m off duty at the moment. I have some business at my own farms to work on today. I’ve got no time to swallow up Little Red Riding Hood. But the next time we meet you might not get away this lucky. ~*~ A/N: This was one of my real early story. It was supposed to be a long story stretching over all of season 6 and onwards maybe. I still remember some plot points. Like them dating, Doc falling, Grian somehow finding out that it only started because Doc was using him. Them ‘breaking up’ and the whole Hippie Arc basically existing because Grian is mad at Doc and antagonizing him. Both of them being sad about what they lost. Both very much in love. In the end they overcome their differences and get together for real.

#Hermitship #Hermitshipping #Gridoc #Hermitcraft #🍉 stories #🍉Discontinued Story Dump

[mildlylesbian]

MCYTblr Sexyman Bracket Round 3 Predictions

There has been a lot of debate for who deserves to win these polls. Many say the people like Scar and Cleo are not sexymen, for they are far too traditionally sexy. Do I agree with them? Absolutely. However they do not consider the fact that Scar is a wet cat, and I like Cleo. JoeHills may deserve to win, but they deserve to come second.

Anyway, I'll give brief reasons for why I think the person will win their matchup. Feel free to fight me in the tags, or you can personally come to my home and beat me up. Let me know what works best for you!

Scar VS JSchlatt

This one needs no explanation. Everyone and their cat is going to vote for Scar, the fanartists simply draw him too sexy. He also has the personality of a tumblr sexyman, for he is incompitant yet charming and has people that will cheer for him while he commits crimes against the universe.

Techno VS CaptainSparklez

I don't have strong feelings about either of these people, but based off round 2 they'll probably be pretty close in scores. I do think Techno will win by a small margine, simply because a lot of people enjoy him. Regardless of who wins they will be crushed by Scar in round 4, so rip to them both.

Doc VS False

This is such a good match up imo, and the fact I will be made to choose hurts me on a personal level. Overall Doc gives me more tumblr sexyman vibes than False, as he is insane and i mean that as a compliment. So, Doc will win but False will fight him like hell.

Ren VS Oli

Another great match-up. This one will probably be too close to call until the very end since they both have great sexyman vibes, and as much as I adore ren I do believe Oli will/should win. Do I watch him? No. However he seems weird, and that is the key to be a sexyman.

Cleo VS Eret

Cleo is hot, she should win. Thank you for coming to my tedtalk.

On a more serious note, I do think this race will be close. I do not know who Eret is, but based off of posts I've seen they do appear to have sexyman vibes. unfortunately Cleo is hot and we are all simps, so he will lose.

Pearl VS Philza

I see the appeal of Philza, I see why he could win, HOWEVER DL Pearl is a wet cat who tries to act tough but just breaks down into tears every other minute. She is pathetic and must win.

Bdubs VS LDShadowLady

They're both weird af, I don't know what to tell you. the race will probably be close, but Bdubs will pull ahead solely because he has been babygirl-ified to the moon and back. Also, I'd like to talk to whoever made the short kings fight.

Joel VS Ranboo

I know nothing about Ranboo, but I know people like him and he's probably weird. Because of this he'll pull ahead, however Joel will put up a great fight for he is pathetic. truly a showdown for the ages.

Etho VS Aimsey

I know nothing about Aimsey and I feel sorry for her, because Etho may be small in size but he is a legend and will probably win solely based on that fact. Will it be a slaughter? No. But it will still be heartbreaking.

Scott VS Jimmy

I'd like to file a formal complient to everyone who had a hand in making this matchup possible. Regardless of the winner we all lose, so what's the point?

The point is to tell you Jimmy is far more pathetic than 99% of the people in this bracket, and especially more pathetic than Scott, and based off of this alone he should win. However, if he ends up losing that will also be funny.

Mumbo VS Impulse

A good match, and not a soulcrushing one like the last one. Honestly, Mumbo is a pathetic wet cat while Impulse is the squishest person to ever grave our screens. Because of this the race will be close, however mumbo will probably win because we all miss him and think he deserves it.

Pixs VS Charlie

No idea who Charlie is, however his skin seems to appeal to people and he looks like a wet cat. I also know next to nothing about Pix, but he seems far to compitent to be a sexyman. Therefore, Charlie wins.

Joe VS Xisuma

I AM NOT IMMUNED TO JOE HILLS PROPAGANDA. Xisuma is fundimentally not a tumblr sexyman, meanwhile he is put up against the weirdest, most inconsistant, and confusing man to ever exist. Joe will sweep, you will vote joe, we will make this happen.

Wilbur VS Tango

based off pure vibes, Wilbur will probably win. Tango will put up a great fight, and might keep it neck in neck for a while, however Wilbut seems far to cryptid to lose.

Grian VS Keralis

Two people commonly portrayed by the fandom as cosmic horrors. In my opinion, Grian will win because his sad boi (tm) traumatic backstory is more fleshed out and his cosmic horror design lends for more interesting art, plus his channel size is sure to boost his votes. Overall, Keralis is very cool but he stood no chance.

Sausage VS Quackity

I know nothing about these men, but based off vibes alone I feel like it will be a close fight. Quackity will probably pull ahead in the last few hours, but I can see it going either way. They both seem very weird.

#mcytblr sexyman bracket #mcytblr sexyman bracket round 3 #I am not tagging all these content creators #joe hills sweep #long post

[sweetest-honeybee]

Who's your version of Hels!Scar if you have one? What does he do often? I'm very curious /pos :D

That would be Lesion! (or Sever, by technicality)

Lesion was an old ruler of the Dead Islands district, a close competitor to Vespa and Bach/Clap for a bit until Vespa eventually killed him for Sever’s sake because of the whole Boogey’s Curse event (why he did, nobody and not even Vespa knows, he just did)

He’s classy and charming and it got him into power quickly, turning a strange part of their realm into something that served him. That doesn’t mean he’s not intimidating though. He’s a liar and twists people’s words, a businessman by heart and gets away with so much with so little. He’s also skilled in blades as Sever is (sword, scythe, daggers, axe, that kinda stuff), and similarly quick on his feet

Lesion is a great fighter, and with a couple rows of pearly white and very sharp teeth, it’s not surprising that he has a taste for flesh and organs and to tear people apart that way when he can

Unfortunately, because Sever ended up replacing him, coming back from the dead later (combined hels lore with Ecto and I) was…something else. And he ended up hating Vespa and anyone who worked with him, especially Sever. Lesion wasn’t around for, if I remember correctly, not even 90 years or so before being killed and that’s very short for a Hels/Player in their timeline compared to others who were around for a few centuries. So he missed a LOT til he was brought back and didn’t like that much

Several times he attempted to kill off Vespa and Sever, but he only ended up killing off Xels and that’s where Ecto’s fuckin. 3rd Gen Hels Xisuma, Ambyx, came from 😂 He got pretty close though

At the moment he stays in the Islands, a close ally with Bach who is the only one running the Ridge now directly. (Formed a partnership over their shared hatred for Vespa) Lesion comes to visit to help or see Mal (another Ecto Hels) who now lives in the Ridge

I will say for such an asshole of a man, I do feel sorry for him half the time 😅 Didn’t really deserve anything that happened to him, to be honest

#evil hermits

[wixelt]

(my plans to interact with this au from anon mode have been thwarted so i guess i'll just not)

Whether they meet Andrias or not really does not matter in the case of a few hermits because they'll unwittingly terrorize whoever they meet and there's a chance Newtopia finds them from just how lage the footprint they leave is

B 'where did this mountain come from and why is it hollow' doubleO

VintageBeef, seasoned adventurer, master cartographer, legendary artist, legitimately confused at the prospect of not having to first canvas your art upon a massive raft over the ocean before putting it to paper. As it turns out, the concept of just drawing art and skipping the middleman of terraforming a peice of land to your preferred needs and then mapping it confuses most of the hermits.

I don't know what Ijevin would be doing but I know when he meets someone they will be the ones looking for him. Especially if it's the inhabitants.

(as an aside, I picture Newtopia's sensors picking up a large earthquake triangulated to somewhere it really should not have been and all the hermits lighting up because that was probably some of TFC's massive mines collapsing)

(Sorry. Didn't realise you wanted to be anon.)

A few Hermits are absolutely brought to Newtopia after word of chaos spreads. This is all in Season 2, as Anne's Hermits (False, Grian & maybe Xisuma) are first to arrive in Newtopia besides Mumbo. A couple of Hermit outings to recover their friends are the topic of "episodic" plots.

A small, strangely hollow mountain appearing over a lake's enough to signal BDubs' presence (he spawned above it & got soaked, so considers this his payback). When Xisuma, False & Anne find him, he's trying to hide from the people of a nearby frog village. They think he's some sort of chaotic nature spirit & won't stop either worshipping him (which he could tolerate on its own) or trying to kill him. It's an even split & is incredibly inconvenient.

The Hermits are massively confused by the concept of just drawing artwork (except Pearl, who has this smug 'I told you so' aura about her), purely due to how ingrained in "player" culture mapcrafting is. Even False, who's relatively level headed, took a while to wrap her mind around it.

Beef, master cartographer he is, still doesn't get it. The other Hermits, despite their own confusion, have repeatedly tried to explain why he can't keep flattening bits of countryside for his needs. One such occasion was when they first found him. He was arguing with some frogs over the fact he was about to wipe their farmland flat to create a missing poster for his friends. He doesn't get what they were so mad about - they said they didn't mind him putting posters on their land.

I have no idea what Jevin initially gets up to, either, but you can bet the first the other Hermits hear is about a town somewhere organizing a hunt for some "blue slime beast". Every Hermit in earshot is out the door & on the move before Yunan has finished reading the report.

(And those earthquakes are the only hint the other Hermits get to TFC's whereabouts for a very long time. Go figure their location's viewed as odd, given its far out in the middle of the ocean.)

#hermitphibia au #hermitcraft #hermitblr #hermitcraft au #amphibia #amphibia au #anne boonchuy #falsesymmetry #grian #xisumavoid #mumbojumbo #bdoubleo100 #vintagebeef #pearlescentmoon #ijevin #amphibia yunan #tinfoilchef #tfc

[micer2012]

skizz. 11+12?

5. EX: "What about their backstory makes me emotional?" theres.. theres a LOT.IN . EX. lore, especially with jeff,, but "backstory" doesnt mean much when we dont. even know what they Are8U9HU. but counting "backstory" as just all noncurrent lore,, man. man. S5>S6. the fact ex LITERALLY W A S GOOD. XISUMA BANISHED JEFF FROM HIS MIND, THEY DIDNT HEAR THE EVIL VOICE ANYMORE, they were happy and normal and thought them n x were the "best of friends". they were Shy according to the christmas episode (where. ex apoligized First Thing n x went "oh dont worry abou tit !! ^v^" before Demeaning him n Shaming them later in the episode,,SO THAT WAS A DAMN LIE,) they were fighting crimes n hijacking podcasts with wormman, they were happy,,, before x just decided "no, this is an act. ill catch them in the act!" . luring them into a TRAP when wm was missing. (stuck in s5) and dropping. "aren't you supposed to be good now?" "yes!!" "no one believes that...." . ex being Convinced that they Really Are evil, making that whole His Very Own Episode ep where.. where they are Pretending. they dont have any powers, theyre terrified of LIGHTNINGSTORMS, theyre acting like a little kid amazed by water elevators n things,, Convinced they Have to be evil (which,, w jeffs former control.GGG) and then being banned by xisuma and sent back into jeffs nightmare. xisuma is the villian of exs story change my mind. x plays the same role as jeff in exs story-

6. Skizz: "The moment of theirs that makes me the saddest" the entirety of LL W6. you're the martyr of that group huh. skizz desperately trying to keep his "Family" together and get everyone to sweep it under the rug n forgive eachother BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT HE WOULD DO. and he sees them as extensions of him, he sees the best in them he cant understand Not seein eachother as brothers,,, also "MY BROTHERS LEFT ME TO DIE." from next episode.yeah

(MAKING AN AMV OF THIS ITS ALMOST DONE. >:]]])

7. Wormman: "The moment of theirs that makes me the happiest" THE SQUEE . THE SQUEE when ex says he'll be his sidekick. also when he comes to save ex in evils fault. also "you're eyes arent red-"

11. Skizz: "My favorite relationship they have w/ another character" FAVORITE. NICHE RELATIONSHIPS I ROTATE EVERY DAY OF MY LIFE. Pearlypop his sister,, (I WANT TO EDIT TOGETHER ALL THEIR CLIPS..), LOGIC the only person who looks up to him n he thinks hes the coolest cat on the entire block they are each making u clap for the specialist boy about to enter the room (the other). ISKIZZ REAL. but of course i think Imp's gotta take the cake. thats his damn brother

12. Skizz: "What I like about the way the fandom portrays them" week 5 of LL, when bdubs got yellow again and everyone was drawing art of skizz hugging all of BEST was the best day of my life. when people acknowledge him as impulse's brother who cares Too deeply about his family n is big n strong to give hugs. yes perfect. also shoutout to all the people drawing him sexy for 3L's ending its what he deserves and also made me pay attention to him alright 💜

#i can clarify what that ex part means if wanted cause i know a lot of people did. not. watch exs episodesU908HUI. IM WORKING ON VIDEO ESSAY #HC #HERMITCRAFT #CC QUESTIONS #MCYT #3LS2 #SKIZZ #SKIZZLEMAN #EVIL XISUMA #WORMMAN #EX #TRAFFICBLR #DOUBLE LIFE SMP #3RD LIFE SMP #3lsmp #FEEL FREE TO SEND IN MORE IF U WANT ! ! ! 🤍🤍

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Through a Crack in the Void

Part 6 / ??? [ Previous | Next ] [ Chapter List ]

[Confronting questions about one's past can be difficult...especially if your past is the thing you're running from.]

Galactic translations at bottom of post. CW: This part contains external descriptions of a panic attack

{This story can also be found on Archive of our Own}

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Mumbo tossed a few more pieces of charcoal into the furnace, setting about cooking up a few potatoes to add to the meal. He could hear Xisuma and Grian talking from here, the bedroom door left partway open by Stress, and thus far the conversation had been fairly casual. Mumbo supposed X wanted to ease into the more serious questions, and with how on edge Grian had been any time Mumbo attempted to broach the subject of what had happened to him, he had to agree with Xisuma’s approach. So far Xisuma had told Grian a little bit about Hermitcraft and asked him how he and Mumbo had met, among a few other more trivial curiosities. Though Mumbo knew full well he had already told X his side of that same story, it was interesting to hear it from Grian’s perspective, and it seemed as good a place as any to ease into the little question-and-answer session Xisuma had started.

“Mumbo mentioned you’ve been an admin before?” X was asking now, his tone light and curious.

“I–” Grian’s words cut off, and Mumbo paused so he wouldn’t miss what was being said. Stress murmured something quietly that he didn’t hear, but then Grian was taking a breath and saying, “...yeah. Twice, actually. My - uh. My friends Salted and Jumla and I made a server called Wynncraft, ages ago. Back - back before I met Mumbo.”

“Wait, you helped start Wynncraft?” Stress cut in, sounding impressed. “That’s insane! I’ve heard really cool things about that server!”

Grian laughed quietly.

“Yeah. Yeah, I helped. All three of us were admins, with the responsibilities and access shared evenly between us. I ended up stepping down after a while. But it was good practice because back then I had this big dream of starting a server all by myself. Salted - ah, shit!”

Grian sucked in a hissed breath, a few more choice curse words spilling from him in an undertone.

“Sorry love, sorry!” Stress apologized, apparently trying to sooth him. Mumbo heard the clinking of bottles and the shifting of fabric. “I’m sorry! Those burns on your hands are pretty nasty. Here, I’ve got some healing potion I can put on…”

“It’s okay,” Grian was murmuring now. “It’s fine, it’s - oh wow, yeah, that - that helps. Thanks.”

“Good. Here, let me wrap that back up for you. What were you sayin’? Something about Salted?”

“Ah - yeah. Salted wasn’t too happy that I was leaving Wynncraft behind for my pet project, but - well. Jumla understood, said to go chase my dreams. They’re both such great admins, I don’t think they really needed me to keep everything going.”

“Your pet project.” Xisuma this time. And Mumbo winced before X even continued, because he knew what was about to be said. “Mumbo mentioned that, actually. He said you started a server called…what was it, Evolution, I believe?”

There was a sharp intake of breath and a distressed avian trill that made Mumbo’s jaw tense. He had half a mind to let the potatoes burn so he could be in that room with them.

“I’m not talking about Evo,” Grian bit out finally, his words quiet and hoarse. “Different question.”

“Alright, that’s okay.” X was quick to shift gears, never moving away from the light and even tone he’d been using this entire time. “Let’s take a step back, alright? I brought up your admin history because I’m assuming you know how difficult it is to get past a closed server wall without proper access.”

“...I do.”

“I’ve been going over the server data and double-checking our security measures, just to be safe, but I can’t find a single weakpoint that would have let a player bypass our borders the way you did, not without them getting severe backlash for it. Which, unfortunately, you did.”

“I know. I’m - I dunno if I said this yet, but I’m sorry about that. Truly sorry. I promise you, I absolutely did not know what server I’d end up on. I was looking for somewhere to land, and this was the place that managed to open up for me.”

Mumbo heard the creaking of a chair, probably Xisuma shifting his position.

“Grian, I’m not upset about you managing to get into Hermitcraft. In fact, I’m quite relieved. I can’t imagine what might have happened if you’d ended up in a less friendly world.”

There was a pause, one filled with a tension even Mumbo could feel outside the room. He checked the furnace again, thanking whatever deity was watching over them that the potatoes were finally done. He quickly scooped them into his inventory and crafted up a few bowls, putting a pair of meals together as quietly as possible so he didn’t miss a word.

“...then what are you asking?” Grian asked, his words tense and terse.

“I want to know how you got in in the first place,” Xisuma told him. “If only so I can make sure my Hermits are safe. If one person managed to break through my security, another could.”

“Right.” A beat. “I’m guessing this isn’t a question I can skip, is it?”

“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t, but - again - I won’t force you to answer if you truly don’t want to.”

There was another long pause, during which Mumbo could hear footsteps circling the bed. Stress, probably, since Mumbo could see the edge of Xisuma’s armor still seated on the chair through the gap in the door.

“I’m gonna look at your wing, if that’s alright,” Stress spoke up, confirming Mumbo’s suspicions. “Mind stretching it out for me? That’s it love - I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I know it’s sore…”

“‘S okay,” Grian muttered. He let out a huff, turning his conversation back to Xisuma. “...I…didn’t hack in, if that’s what you’re wondering. I don’t hack. I know my way around server coding, but I refuse to hack into a world if I can help it.”

“I never said you did,” X assured him. “If you had, I might’ve been a bit annoyed, but even then you clearly would’ve had a plenty good reason to.”

“I - yeah.” There was a soft rustling of feathers, then Grian cleared his throat. When he spoke, his voice wavered. “You said you were worried about someone else breaking in the same way I did, but - that’s - no. It won’t happen. It won’t.”

It almost sounded as though he was reassuring himself of it as well as Xisuma.

“Why do you say that?”

Grian let out a distressed warbling sound that had Mumbo hurrying to finish what he was doing.

“I…I can travel in ways other people can’t. I can - I can open holes in server walls, though it’s - it’s much much harder if it’s a closed server like this one.” His words were increasing in speed, his tone turning frantic. Mumbo quickly shoved both filled bowls into his inventory and darted for the bedroom door. “I don’t - I didn’t - I don’t like doing it. They taught me how, I didn’t ask to learn, they taught me and trained me and then–”

“Grian, love, breathe,” Stress’ voice cut off Grian’s panicked ramblings, and now that Mumbo was in the room he could see that Grian’s eyes had gone a bit foggy, his wings puffed up around his shoulders, and Stress had a hand on his arm and was trying to ground him somehow. “C’mon little bird, take a breath for me–”

“No.”

Something Stress was doing was clearly having the opposite effect, because before she had even finished her sentence Grian was wrenching himself backwards out of her grip. He scrambling back across the bed until he was pressed against the headboard with his wings still held high around him. He had both hands over his ears and a frantic stream of syllables was flowing past his lips, but Mumbo couldn’t understand a word of it.

“リ𝙹, リ𝙹, ╎ ∴𝙹リ’ℸ ̣. ╎ ∴𝙹リ’ℸ ̣  ↸𝙹 ╎ℸ ̣. ╎ ∴𝙹リ’ℸ ̣. ╎ ∴𝙹リ’ℸ ̣–”

“...that’s not common,” Mumbo breathed, stating the obvious.

“It’s galactic,” Xisuma agreed, standing from his chair and approaching the bed.

“↸𝙹リ’ℸ ̣  ᒲᔑꖌᒷ ᒲᒷ, ᓵᔑリ’ℸ ̣  ᒲᔑꖌᒷ ᒲᒷ, !¡ꖎᒷᔑᓭᒷ, リ𝙹 リ𝙹 リ𝙹 リ𝙹–”

“We need to pull ‘im out of it,” Stress said quickly, her hands hovering near Grian as she contemplated whether to touch him or not. “We’ve gotta ground ‘im. Something to remind him where he is.”

Grian’s wings were almost completely obscuring him now, dark shadows falling across the avian’s face, and something about it clicked into place in the back of Mumbo’s mind.

“The void.”

“What?”

“The void,” Mumbo repeated, quickly answering Xisuma’s question while he dug through his inventory for the fences he hadn’t used while building the day before. “He’s been trapped in the void for years, and this room’s got no windows. We need to get some sunlight in here.”

“He was in the void?” Stress repeated, horrified.

“Void-ajdacent,” he muttered, repeating Grian’s own words without a thought. He had the fences in his hands at this point, which he held out to Stress. “I’ll handle Grian, he knows me best. Can you–”

“Give it here, Mumbo. I’ve got it.”

He shoved the fences and an axe in Stress’ direction, taking her spot at Grian’s side the instant she started following his command. Xisuma was already following suit on his side of the room, cutting out an entire row of blocks to replace them with fenceposts. Without a moment of hesitation, Mumbo sat on the bed directly in front of his panicking friend. It was eerily similar to when he’d woken Grian from his nightmare, the likeness not lost on him, but he shook it off. He could dwell on it later.

“ᓭℸ ̣ 𝙹!¡ ╎ℸ ̣  ᓭℸ ̣ 𝙹!¡ ╎ℸ ̣  ᓭℸ ̣ 𝙹!¡ ╎ℸ ̣  ᓭℸ ̣ 𝙹!¡ ╎ℸ ̣ –”

“Grian?” Mumbo peeked past quivering feathers to find Grian’s face, still buried in shadows. “Grian, mate, you’ve got to listen to me, alright? Can you do that for me?” When Grian didn’t respond, foreign words still filling the air around him, Mumbo reached out and lay a careful hand atop the wrist joint of Grian’s uninjured wing. Immediately the avian stiffened, his unending muttering ceasing, though he was still breathing rather harshly. 

“Grian?” Mumbo repeated, trying again.

He eased Grian’s wing to the side, allowing a little bit of the natural light that now poured into the room to reach him. A crossbreeze of fresh air filled the space as well, the smell of salty seawater permeating the room. The change seemed to register at least a little bit, because Grian’s hands weren’t clamped over his ears quite as harshly as before.

“That’s it buddy, easy does it,” Mumbo murmured. “D’you think you can open your eyes for me? Grian?”

For once, Grian did exactly as he was told. The avian’s eyes eased open until he was staring wide-eyed at Mumbo, his fear palpable in every inch of his expression…and the sight just about broke Mumbo’s heart. For all the years Mumbo had known him, he could count on one hand the number of times Grian had been this upset by something. At least two of those instances had to do with memories from his first server, the one he never spoke of, and the third involved an accident in which Grian had broken one of his wings in two places. Today brought that number up to four.

Mumbo cast a fleeting glance toward Xisuma and Stress, both of whom were still facing away from the bed and working on replacing wood planks with fences. It also felt as though they were staying away to give him and Grian some space. Perhaps it was better that way for the time being. He refocussed on his friend.

“You with me, mate?” Mumbo asked quietly, a worried smile finding its way to his face. “Take a slow breath for me, alright?”

It took a moment for Grian to catch on. With a gentle grip, Mumbo reached between puffed feathers and pulled one of the avian’s hands away from his ears, carefully pressing the bandaged palm to his own chest so Grian could follow his breathing by touch. Bit by bit, his frantic, fluttering gasps settled, his chest heaved less drastically, and from where Mumbo had managed to tuck into a space between shaking wings, he could see the quivering of white-and-purple feathers lessening bit by bit.

(For a moment he swore Grian’s eyes had turned a brilliant purple that matched his wings, but it had come and gone so quickly Mumbo was sure it must’ve simply been a trick of the light.)

“There you go,” he murmured, keeping his voice low. “That’s it. That’s better.” Grian’s eyes seemed less clouded now, a clarity and awareness in his gaze that made Mumbo smile just a little wider. “Hi.”

“…hi,” Grian returned weakly, back to speaking in common much to Mumbo’s relief.

“Welcome back, buddy.”

Grian swallowed and took another slow breath, letting his head drop to his chest and curling his fingers to clutch at the fabric of Mumbo’s shirt where his hand was still pressed to the other player’s chest. He shuddered and slouched against the headboard.

“…god, that was pathetic.”

“What? You - now hold on,” Mumbo shook his head, immediately protesting the quietly muttered sentence. “I think you’re being a bit unfair to yourself, mate.”

Grian whined and grimaced.

“Mumbo–”

“No, nope, none of that,” Mumbo gently cut him off, earning a half-hearted glare from beneath Grian’s fringe. “I told you before and I’ll say it again. It’s okay if you’re not okay. Grian, after what you’ve probably been through–”

“You don’t even know what I’ve been through.”

“Maybe I don’t. But - alright, answer me this.” Mumbo ducked slightly to better meet Grian’s eyes, squeezing his friend’s hand where it was still clutching at Mumbo’s shirt. “Put me into your shoes. Alright? If I’d been in your place, if I’d gone through…whatever happened to you over the past few years, and I was affected by it the way you just were, would you think I was pathetic?”

Grian was silent, a guilty sort of expression flashing across his eyes. Then he shook his head, his jaw tense. Mumbo smiled softly.

“Exactly. And if you wouldn’t think any less of me if I was sitting where you are right now, then you shouldn’t think any less of yourself. Alright G?”

“...yeah. Y-Yeah, alright.”

Mumbo tugged gently at Grian’s arm, and without much preamble the avian slumped against the redstoner’s chest, burying his face in Mumbo’s shirt with a muffled groan.

“This whole thing sucks.”

Mumbo chuckled softly, hugging Grian tightly and exchanging a relieved smile with Stress, who was subtly watching their little exchange from the corner of the now-much-airier bedroom.

“Yeah, I reckon it does, mate,” Mumbo agreed. “But that’s what you’ve got me for.”

He shifted one of his hands up Grian’s back to rub at a spot just between his wings, knowing full well that it had helped settle the avian when he was stressed in the past. Almost immediately Grian’s wings went boneless and he let out a contented sigh and a quiet, weary chirp, the tension slowly but surely draining from his shoulders and back.

“...that’s cheating and you know it,” he mumbled, much to Mumbo’s amusement.

“If it is, I learned from the best,” he returned, and he felt Grian’s quiet laughter beneath his hands.

Across the room, Mumbo heard Xisuma clear his throat. Both he and Grian looked his way to see the admin had taken up a seat away from them both, hanging back and sitting on the edge of Mumbo’s bed against the wall.

“I did have a few more questions I wanted to ask,” he said, his voice apologetic, “but I’m thinking perhaps that can wait another day or two. I think I may have overstepped today and I apologize for that.”

“No, it’s–” Grian sighed, the simple sound coming out tired. “You’re fine, really. I - you told me I could say no, and I knew it was a touchy subject but I wanted to answer anyway. Not your fault.” He shifted positions, his wings ruffling as he folded them a little more comfortably against his back. “Might as well get some of those pesky questions out of the way so I don’t have to think about ‘em later, yeah?”

Xisuma exchanged a wary look with both Stress and Mumbo, looking uncertain, but eventually he seemed to come to a decision.

“...if you’re sure,” he told Grian, who nodded against Mumbo’s shoulder. “But promise me - if I veer anywhere close to a subject that is uncomfortable for you, please tell me. I’d much rather wait until you feel up to discussing something than send you into another panic attack when I could have avoided it. Understood?”

“Yes, yes, fine,” Grian groaned, sounding impatient. “I get it. I promise.”

“Thank you.” Xisuma folded one leg over the other, lacing his fingers over his knee and leaning forward slightly. “Then perhaps I should start off by asking - if you don’t mind that is - I imagine we were already broaching a sensitive subject at the time, but was there something specific that set that off the episode you had just now?”

Grian grimaced and shrugged, his wings and shoulders bobbing minutely.

“...just a stupid nickname they used to call me,” he muttered, sounding annoyed with himself. “I think - I think Stress might’ve said it…”

“They?”

Grian stiffened in Mumbo’s hold and Mumbo shot a look in Xisuma’s direction.

“Different question,” Grian intoned. His words were quiet and hoarse and X was quick to oblige.

“Alright.” Xisuma brought up his admin screen, the glowing text reflecting off his helmet. Grian seemed to perk up a little, squinting at it from across the room as Xisuma directed the screen over to what looked like a display of someone’s player code. Seeing his curiosity, X swiped a hand through the air and spun the screen around so it was facing Grian instead.

It took all of a second for Grian to realize what was in front of him. He pulled away from Mumbo, his eyes widening as he leaned closer to the screen and stared at the entangled mix of common and distorted galactic that was scrolling across the display.

“...what–?”

“That, Grian, is your player code,” Xisuma told him, his tone even but noticeably weary. “Perhaps I should have asked first, but I pulled it up the moment we got you into a bed so I could check over your injuries. Has it always looked like this?”

“I–” Grian’s hands clutched at the bedspread for a moment, then he was clamboring to his feet, ignoring Stress’ protests and the throbbing in his ankle as he approached the screen. He reached out a hand, hesitated, and when Xisuma gave him a subtle nod he began scrolling through the text himself with his frown deepening by the second. “No. Absolutely not. I - well I haven’t had access to administrative commands since leaving Evo, so I haven’t seen my own code since before I–”

The words faltered and he visibly shook himself, his feathers slightly puffed and agitated. Mumbo eased himself up from the bed as well to stand at Grian’s shoulder, trying to make sense of what they were all looking at. Grian cast him a sideways glance of acknowledgment before carrying on.

“This - no. Last I checked, my code looked just like any other player’s. It shouldn’t have…”

Grian trailed off, a distant look in his eyes. Some sort of dawning understanding washed over his expression, his eyes widening and a brief flash of pain appearing on his face. One of his wings - the uninjured one - curled around in front of him where he could see it and he grasped at the purple tip of a primary feather between two fingers. His breathing hiked up for a moment or two, a sort of anger marking his brow, and then it was gone, his expression turning stony and blank and closed off in an instant.

“You know what caused this, don’t you?” Xisuma hazarded a guess, his voice gentle.

“Yes,” Grian bit out, the word harsh on his tongue.

“May I ask what happened?”

“No.”

“Okay.” X nodded, paused, then rose to stand on the opposite side of the screen from Grian with the disjointed text hovering between them. “I can’t read all of this. I don’t know galactic as well as I probably should, and unfortunately a lot of it is fairly disjointed which makes it more difficult. I’d like to ask your permission to have a friend of mine translate this for me, because as of right now I’m the only person who has seen the full extent of your code and I’m a bit useless with it.”

And Grian and Mumbo had seen it too, Mumbo supposed, though it was all a load of - pardon the term - mumbo jumbo to him, and Grian had only been looking at it for a few seconds.

Grian went noticeably stiff, his shoulders tensing and his eyes going sharp and defensive.

“Why?”

“Well–” Xisuma shrugged, aiming for casual but clearly concerned. “Technically you’re not on the whitelist yet. You arrived on the server, but you’re not actually integrated into the world’s code, and I worry that if - for whatever reason - you had to respawn, you may not reappear back on Hermitcraft.”

A chill swept the room, one that had Mumbo’s eyes widening and Stress muttering a quiet “Oh my word” behind them.

“Couldn’t you just add me?” Grian asked, but Xisuma shook his head.

“I’m not sure how stable your player code is,” he admitted. “I don’t know if adding you to the whitelist would negatively affect your code for whatever reason, and I don’t want to run the risk of hurting you if it did.”

The avian mouthed a quiet “Oh” and dropped his gaze. He chewed his lip, mulling it over. Mumbo could practically hear the gears in his brain whirring away.

“...can I think about it?” he asked finally. It was a wary question, a cautious and uncertain one. “Whatever’s hiding in my code could - it - it’d tell a lot of my story and I’m not sure I’m quite ready to share it, if you don’t mind.”

Xisuma hesitated. It was a subtle thing, something Mumbo wouldn’t have noticed if he hadn’t been on the server for years now, but X hesitated. Then he smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners behind his visor.

“Of course, Grian. Take all the time you need.”

While Stress finished attending to the bandages on Grian’s wing that she had never had the chance to finish, Xisuma excused himself from the room to sit in the storage room outside. Mumbo stayed where he was, now sitting on his own bed and chuckling over Grian’s exaggerated and horrible role as Stress’ patient, whining at every little thing and outright groaning when Stress told him she had to check his ankle as well. She could clearly tell it was all in good fun, because despite her light scoldings and long-suffering sighs, Mumbo could see the glimmer of a smile just under the surface every time she turned her back on the grousing bird under her care.

It was only after Xisuma and Stress had left and Grian was sitting on his bed in an oversized green shirt that Mumbo was sure had come from Iskall, that some of the laughter left the room and Grian turned a little anxious. The avian plucked at the covers of his bed, casting glances in Mumbo’s direction every so often, glances that only stopped when Grian let out a huffed sigh.

“...I’m going to tell you, you know.”

Mumbo blinked, bemused.

“Tell me what?”

Grian took another breath and squared his shoulders slightly.

“I’m going to tell you what happened to Evo,” he said, more clearly now. “Not yet. I’m not ready yet. It still feels to soon, even years later. But I’m going to tell you.”

“Grian, mate, you don’t have to–”

“I do,” Grian insisted, a determination in his eyes that had Mumbo going quiet and patiently letting him speak. “I need to. I need to tell you, because you deserve to know, and on top of that I haven’t been able to tell anyone about it since - since - since they took me away from my home.” The statement was a broken one, and a sorrowful sort of heartache settled in Mumbo’s chest at Grian’s words. But Grian wasn’t done, his eyes shining as he pressed on. “I need to - I need to get it off my chest, because I’ve been bottling it up for over a decade while living with people who wanted me to forget about it and move on, and if I keep pushing it away and pushing it down I feel like I might just explode. And I–”

Grian’s breath hitched and he closed his eyes, taking a few slow breaths to settle himself. Mumbo was seconds away from going to sit beside him when Grian finally opened his eyes. There was a vulnerability in their depths, a sort of just-on-the-edge emotion mixed with something Mumbo couldn’t quite name, and when he spoke his words were quiet and shaking but sincere.

“And I trust you, Mumbo. I - I trust you like I haven’t trusted anyone in a long, long time.”

That’s what it was. That last unnamed emotion, that last note. Trust.

Mumbo’s eyes were shining, he knew they were, and he blinked the barely-there tears away with a sniff and a smile. This time, when the urge to set by his friend arose, he didn’t ignore it. He dropped onto the edge of the bed beside Grian and tucked an arm around his shoulder, tugging him into a one-armed hug.

“Whenever you need to talk, you know I’ll be here,” he told him, smiling. “I told you, didn’t I? I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Grian laughed softly, a wet and wavering sound, but he tucked into the half-hug all the same.

“Sap,” he muttered, which had Mumbo chuckling right next to him.

“Maybe,” he allowed, “but this sap also made us some breakfast that probably needs to be eaten before even inventory stasis stops keeping it warm. What d’you say we have a picnic, yeah? I think you could use some sunshine.”

“Void, food sounds amazing right now,” Grian moaned, shoving away from Mumbo to shake out his wings and get to his feet. “And sunshine. And - all of it. Yes. Absolutely.”

Mumbo laughed at the enthusiasm of his friend, standing as well. A thought occurred to him and he smirked.

“What version were you last playing on?”

“Er…” Grian paused and blinked, thinking. “I want to say we’d just hit the alpha in…in Evo. But before that…” He frowned. “...maybe 1.12? I don’t remember. Why?”

Mumbo’s grin only widened.

“Oh, no reason,” he shrugged. “Only I think saw some turtles on the shoreline this morning, and I’m fairly certain those are a new feature for vanilla servers.”

He ducked through the door and was halfway across the storage room before Grian seemed to register what he had said.

“Wait what? Turtles?! Mumbo! Mumbo, wait - tell me you’re not joking!”

Mumbo just laughed and ignored him, strolling out into the sunshine with his hands in his pockets, a jabbering bird following behind his every step.

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Galactic Translations: *No, no, I won’t. I won’t do it. I won’t. I won’t– *Don’t make me, can’t make me, please, no no no no– *Stop it stop it stop it stop it–

[A/N: This, I think, is the longest part I've posted thus far. I've been trying to limit myself to 2k-3k per Tumblr post, because I'm posting in groups of 3 Parts Per Chapter on Ao3...and this one? 4.5k easy. I think it's the dramatic scenes that always lead me to write more! Lol...but anyhow, yeah, this one was...a little tougher to write. I was constantly debating whether it was too early for a scene like this from Grian or if, because it was so soon after his escape, it made more sense for it to be here. And full disclosure: I've only dealt with panic attacks a handful of times in my life, so my depiction of what it's like or how to handle it might not be entirely accurate. Apologies if that's the case.]

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Exploring the new world maybe wasn’t the best idea in the world, but when did Grian make good ideas? Especially when paired with Mumbo, the two tended to bring chaos in many forms with them. 

Mumbo was determined to see the goats in the snowy mountains. Why was beyond Grian but, well. They were kind of interesting. He wondered if they could be used as some kind of security system. 

Mumbo had dressed for the cold, bundled up in layers upon layers like a child sent to school by an overprotective mother. Grian? Not so much. He was in his usual sweater with a coat thrown over the top and some sturdy boots. They wouldn’t be up here for too long anyway, right?

“Mumbooooo,” Grian whined pitifully, “Can we go back now? It’s so cold my feathers are freezing.”

Mumbo rolled his eyes. “I told you to wear warmer clothes, Gri. But no, you’re a tough bird, you can take it.” Mumbo gave Grian a look. 

Okay. Maybe he had said something like that. 

Look, no one said anything about staying out in the snow for hours! Sheesh. 

“Quit pouting, you pesky bird,” Mumbo said, “We’ll head back once we reach the top of this hill.”

“Ugh, that’s so far.”

“The sunset will look pretty,” Mumbo sang. 

Damn. Grian did love a good sunset. Damn Mumbo. 

The sunset was rather pretty. The tops of the spruce trees glistened and shone with frost, the snow almost blinding. Grian was in awe of it. He stepped a few paces away from where Mumbo was taking in the view, wondering if he could see his base from here.He struggled over a fallen log and landed in the snow on the other side. 

The world went white.

He gasped and yelled in the few seconds before the powdery snow collapsed around him. Freezing snow filled his mouth and his head pounded. It was harder and harder to move his limbs up as his body locked, the shock of the cold overwhelming him. 

Warmth enveloped his hand for only a second before it slipped away. 

He was going to die down here. He was going to freeze or, or maybe he’d drown to death in all of this snow. His lungs burned as he made one final push to try and reach the surface, but it only resulted in another shift in the snow pile. 

Suddenly there was air around him and he sucked it in greedily, coughing the water that had flooded his lungs. He couldn’t even look around to see where he was because his head was swimming, he couldn’t get a breath in right—

He was suddenly up on his hands and knees and coughing out half-melted snow as something smacked his back hard enough to bruise. He felt his wings shoot out, followed by a muffled yell. 

Grian had really been taking advantage of air. He forgot how much he missed breathing.

“Grian? Grian, are you okay?”

Oh, that was Mumbo. What was he doing here?

Grian blinked a bit. “What . . . where are we?”

It was rather dark. They were sitting in a pile of the powdery snow and, if Grian looked up, he could see the hold where they’d fallen through and the dim sunlight through it. Around the both of them was what looked like a cave, albeit not a very big one. Especially in this world, Grian had thought the small caves were all but gone. 

“The powdered snow was over a cave, it seems.” Mumbo said. “I . . . don’t see an exit.

“Do you have your comm on you?” Grian says, trying to hide the shake in his voice. He brushes off as much snow as he can, but his clothes are thoroughly soaked and he can feel himself getting colder by the minute. 

Mumbo nods, “I can send a message, although I’m not quite sure where we are,” the last part is mumbled, his shoulders curled forward as he taps away on his comm. 

“How do you not know where we are?!” Grian can’t help the way his voice rises, fear choking him. They can die here, he knows it. It’s Hermitcraft. He’s safe. But that old fear put in him by the Watchers never quite left him. 

Mumbo knows. He takes Grian’s hands. “Hey, it’s okay. We’re gonna be fine. Ren or Xisuma is going to find us. We weren’t too far out, we’ve just got to hang on.”

The thing is, Grian should believe him. Why wouldn’t he? Mumbo has never guided him wrong. Well, maybe a few times but never on purpose. And yet he felt himself shaking with more than cold, his feathers fluffed up twice their size.

“What if they don’t?” he nearly whispers. 

“We’ll respawn. I’ll even go get our stuff, you don’t have to come back here.” Mumbo says in that calm, even voice. How can he talk about their death so casually? What if they didn’t respawn? It could happen, if the Watchers found him again or if there was another glitch, or maybe . . . 

“Grian, breathe.”

He drags in a breath, following Mumbo’s exaggerated breathing. He suddenly sinks down to his knees, exhaustion weighing heavily on him. Mumbo grabs him and pulls him up, despite a weak protest, and practically drags him over to a dry area. Grian’s non-stop shivering now is so hard that his wings feel sore. At least that feeling seems to be fading. He almost doesn’t feel cold now, he almost feels warm. He could just take a nap, they’ve got time before they go home. 

“G, I need you to open your eyes.”

Well that’s rather annoying. He’ll keep his eyes closed, thank you very much.

“Grian you can’t fall asleep.”

Yes he can. He’s a grown bird, he can fall asleep whenever he wants. 

“Grian.”

Grian cracks his eye open. Huh. He doesn’t have his jumper on. 

“Where’s it . . .” he mumbles, but his mouth feels like it’s full of wool. Did someone put wool in his mouth? That’s a very bad prank. 

“I got you out of those clothes, they were soaked, but I think you’re hypothermic. I need you to stay awake until the others get here,” Mumbo rambles. 

Grian shifts. Mumbo isn’t wearing his coat, and that must be because Grian is. It’s swelteringly hot and burns against his numb skin. “ ‘S hot,” he slurs, shuffling so he can take it off. 

Mumbo practically jumps on him. “No you don’t, bird man. It just feels like it, that’s the fever I think. Keep it on, you’re very cold.”

“I’m not cold.”

“Your feathers are icicles, man.”

Grian twists as much as he can, which isn’t a lot. “Are they?”

“Stop moving, you pesky bird,” Mumbo says. In an effort to keep said bird still, Mumbo wraps his arms tight around Grian. 

Oh Nox, is Grian dying? Mumbo doesn’t hug. Oh, Grian must be dying. Oh no. 

“Oh, Grian,” Mumbo says, pulling back, “Please don’t cry. If you cry, I’ll cry, and then where will we be?” 

Grian lets out a wet laugh, though he tips forward into Mumbo’s arms again. “I’m gonna die, aren’t I?”

“Not as long as you keep those pretty eyes open.”

Grian wants to snipe back, but he’s just so tired. He doesn’t even feel cold anymore, just warm. He wants to sleep, but Mumbo (annoyingly) taps a rhythmic pattern against his back. 

“Do you remember when I thought that end crystal was the best way to harvest crops?”

Yes, Grian remembers it vividly, now can he just sleep?

“Grian.”

Nox’s sake, he’s meant to talk too? “Mhm. Blew up half the crops.”

“I really thought it’d work.”

Grian chuckles. “You thought the plane would work too.”

“How was I meant to know it would go backwards?!”

“You’re the redstone man,” Grian mumbles into Mumbo’s jacket. 

“Hey, eyes up G.” Grian wants to groan but he does. Mumbo’s smiling at him when he does. He hates him for it.

“Do you remember when we first fell in the Boatem Hole?”

“When I first fell,” Grian slurs. Nox, he feels drunk, but Mumbo is poking him for a response. “You’d already gone in.”

The absolute torture continued for . . . however long, Grian was never good at keeping time before, he certainly wasn’t getting any better. Mumbo’s telling a story, petting his damp feathers, and the pull is just too strong. 

Grian closes his eyes. 

“Grian? Grian, wake up.”

Good lord, he hasn’t been this warm in ages. He wants to drown in this warmth. The pull of unconsciousness weighs heavy on him again, but he feels something wet on his forehead. He scrunches his brows and cracks an eye open to see Zedaph hunched over him, pressing a warm cloth to his head. 

“Grian! Good to see you back in the land of the living,” Zedaph grins widely. 

“What hap-” Grian starts, but the door bursting open cuts him off. 

Mumbo practically falls into the room, coming to Grian’s side in the bed. “Oh my Nox, I was so worried,” he rushes, “we were talking and you just slumped over, I thought you’d died.”

Grian snorts, waving a hand (which, given it’s under about three blankets, loses its charm). “You can’t get rid of me that easy.”

Mumbo looks relieved. Probably more than he should given that Grian could respawn but, well, that was a talk for another time. Zedaph leans back, looking quite pleased with himself. 

“Well, your body temperature’s back to normal, though there might be some last effects, hypothermia is hard on the body.”

“Like what?” Grian says, then sneezes.

“Like a sick bird.”

Grian groans. “Oh Nox, please don’t let scar know I’m sick, he’ll never leave me alone.”

Mumbo winces sympathetically. “Yeah, right. About that, I—”

“Oh Grian!” A loud voice calls from the hallway. If Grian could just teleport back to that cold, damp cave, that would be nice. Please and thank you. “I’ve got soup!”

“Nox help me,” Grian sighs. Mumbo bursts out laughing and eventually drags Grian into the laughter as well. 

#the emojis are snowflake hug and eye for those who cant see it #hermitcraft #hermitcraft fanfic #mcyt #grian #hermitblr #mcyt fanfiction #I am so sorry this took so long but LOOK HOW LONG IT IS #I just dumped like 4 hours into this bc I kept rewriting parts #also did you know that birds more easily suffer from hypothermia because of their thin skin

[mochiwrites]

MOCHI MOCHI MOOOCHIIIII

Omg!!! This chapter!! How could you put him into freezer!!! God demn you cruelest of writers!!!

I know nothing about X but if something will happen to him, I will kill everyone in this room and then myself! He was just mentioned sometimes, but I'm already in love with him.

And Oh My God the words Scar said to Grian. "Your love kept her alive". Yes Yes YES hundreds times of yes, this is sooo true!!! Watchers just manipulated Grian into believing that love is harmful. Pearl feels so alive in this fic (and series in general), and this weird thing to say about dead character, but she is so alive, I can feel her whenever Grian thinks of her, and this is amazing.

Also one question. Watchers call Grian by other name (I'm too dyslexic to write or pronounce it correctly), but they called Pearl just Pearl. Does that mean that Pearl is the name they gave her? That she had another name? Or I missed something...

I LOVE THIS SOO SOOOOOOO MUCH!!! I was so scared when you said the last part, but I also understand why you separated crime au in two parts. Waiting So Much For the Next Chapters!!!!! (take your time, tho, don't forget to rest 🌺🌸🌺)

But seriously speaking, thank you for all of your hard work, and thanks to your girlfriends for helping you. I almost lost a friend tonight and reading this final chapter in the morning got me a out of numb state. It was like a breath of a fresh air, thank you so much!!

(and I remember I promised to unleash my drawing demon on you, sadly a lot of stuff got on me, like real life and cosplay, BUT!!! As soon as I will be free.... Oh boi!!! I have atleast two ideas I desperately want to draw!!!)

hehehe, what can I say? grian was a cold chi — GUNSHOT

xisuma has a really interesting story I think, especially his stuff with keralis :3 and cries over pearl. I know she’s only mentioned in passing but oh man do I love her ( ͒ ඉ .̫ ඉ ͒)

the name the watchers called grian is “xelqua” and pearl just goes by pearl because well…. :) she was born there.

but ty!!! and ty for reading <3. I’m glad it was able to help you, even just a lil bit ☺️

( OwO I wait patiently but excitedly to see whatever your drawing demon plans to unleash >:3c )

#mochi speaks #good crimes asks

[refuge-au]

> Open the Pilot’s File

TFC: Try Out the New Toy

It took almost an hour and a half for the communications officers to herd the crowd of reporters, celebrities, government officials, and other miscellaneous bigwigs out of the room, leaving only the crew behind. 

TFC recognized two of them, his copilot, and Xisuma, who seemed completely at ease and in control, his gradual descent into scruffiness curbed abruptly for the cameras that would doubtlessly be focused on him the instant he left. 

The captain was doing some herding of his own, collecting crewmembers in a loose circle around him as he finished up the conversation he was having with the tall, dark haired man beside him, clasping his hands in front of him and smiling at the assembled group.

“Good morning, everyone.” He said, and a few people returned his greeting. “Thank you all so much for managing to make it here. I know we’re missing a few people still, but it’s better to have most rather than none, and unfortunately we can’t afford to wait for a date that everyone could attend. Rest assured, all essential personnel are present, or their job will be covered from the ground; there’s no risk to today’s test flight besides the usual risk of testing a ship that’s the first of its kind.”

His ‘joke’ earned him a few chuckles, but it did very little to alleviate the nervous energy in the room. It was like the air was buzzing with it. TFC’s geiger counter crackled quietly as he shifted from one foot to the other, reaching to adjust a dial without looking down.

“Well, then, I suppose we should get names connected to faces.” Xisuma continued, turning to the man that he had been talking to before. “Cub? Will you start?”

Cub, a tall man with dark hair, who was the only one in the room wearing business casual rather than a uniform of some sort, waved slightly. “Hey. I’m Cub. Head engineer, specializing in computer engineering, code. I’ll be on the ground today, monitoring everything, making sure neither X nor Mumbo have a nervous breakdown.”

X sighed softly, and the man next to Cub snorted. He was shorter, with brown hair cut very close to his head, and the beginnings of a beard starting to show on his face. As his chuckle made the group’s attention to him, he smiled. “Hey! I’m Impulse, mechanical engineer. I‘ve been across the pond with Cub and Mumbo and I can attest that most of his job is going to be keeping this one from having a breakdown of one type or another.” As he spoke, he motioned to the man to his right with his thumb.

Said man was the tallest person in the room, dark black hair slicked back with what must have been an ungodly amount of hair gel, and a large black mustache curling off of the lower half of his face.

“This is slander.” Mumbo said. “I can keep myself from having breakdowns quite well, thank you. Mumbo Jumbo. I’m an electrical engineer. I’ll be on the ground with Cub, and Impulse will be in the engine room to make sure everything goes smoothly.”

He turned to his right, and the young man next to him smiled. He was on the taller side of average, brown hair, with three nasty looking scars bisecting his face. He leaned casually on a slim metal cane as he spoke, his smile not fading for an instant as he addressed the group.

“Well, hello! I’m Scar, and I’ll be your copilot on this… adventure of ours. I’m sure you’ve heard all that talk about how recent my graduation was, but I assure you, I’m one of the best pilots you can find in the System. I won’t let you down.”

TFC would be the first to admit that he had had his doubts when he heard he was going to have a copilot who was fresh out of flight school. Anyone would have had doubts, especially considering the fact that they were going to attempt to fly the largest, arguably most complicated, spaceship ever built. Scar hadn’t had time to fly more than the most basic jets the Force had to offer, yet he was supposed to be taking the twelve hour shift that TFC couldn’t?

What felt like hundreds of runs in the simulator had assuaged most of his fears. The kid could keep his calm under pressure, could think on his feet, and knew his way around a cockpit. He and that engineer, Cub, were quite the duo, just judging by some of their conversations he had been privy to, which meant he knew at least a little bit of engineering tricks as well. Nine times out of ten, when he was the one that had to make a split second decision, he made the right one.

But for a mission that the fate of the human race rested on, nine times out of ten was not a very good average. 

But hell, it wasn’t like TFC could do any better.

All in all, they could’ve done a much worse job in picking out a copilot, especially if they were planning on having TFC sync on the mission.

Scar turned to him, and TFC nodded. “Tin. You can call me TFC, if you want. I don’t care either way. I’m the pilot. Your lives are effectively in Scar and I’s hands the instant we get off the ground.” He grinned. “We’ll do our best.”

That got him a chuckle, and brought the invisible talking stick back around to Xisuma, who gestured in the direction of the door. “Those two that bit the bullet to give us a second to breathe were Zloy and Pix, the communications officers. Our navigator-slash-astronomer, Joe, was unable to make it, and our mechanic-slash-security-officer, False, was also waylaid. Our cryogeneticists were supposed to be here today as well, but as there have been some… threats, the decision was made to push back their arrival until closer to launch. It’s not the most helpful of things for us to do, but as you’ve all been told multiple times and will be told multiple times after this, it’s safest for everyone involved for this mission to be prepared remotely, then put together later.”

Xisuma took a breath, and smiled thinly. “So. That’s out of the way. What do you say we get this bird off the ground?”

The Refuge was a marvel of modern engineering, technology, art- the news had called it everything under the sun, but they all agreed: this was the best that anyone could do. 

If it didn’t work, nothing would.

The ship loomed above the runway, taller than some of the base’s buildings and most definitely twice as long- a colony ship that would house less than fifty people, but enough supplies to feed, clothe, house, and protect generations. She wasn’t the most aerodynamic of things, but that was more than compensated for by the power generated from her twin massive engines and the massive retractable wings that could fold inwards to a quarter of their size for interstellar travel.

Something stirred in TFC’s chest as he looked up at the Refuge from inside the building’s doorway. Most of the rest of the crew busied themselves putting on masks and glasses, Scar slipping a medical grade respirator over the lower half of his face. Xisuma waved away the assistant that tried to offer him a mask, repeating the gesture when they tried to insist.

“Sir, there’s a pollutant advisory-”

“I don’t see you trying to press Tin into wearing one.”

“A couple more chunks of metal in my lungs can’t hurt me.” TFC said dryly. “Could hurt you.”

“I’m being flushed in two weeks. A few minutes without one on won’t kill me.”

The assistant looked helplessly at TFC who shook his head slightly, and they scampered away, refused mask in hand. Xisuma moved to the front of the group, directly in front of the doors, and rolled his shoulders back, standing at attention.

“Alright, guys. This is it. Ready?”

“Ready.” A chorus of voices replied, and X pushed the door open, leading them across the tarmac. As most of the group split off, heading for the control tower, TFC, Scar, and Impulse headed for the ship.

Impulse left them at the door, saluting and heading towards the engine room at the back as the pilots made their way to the bridge. As the doors slid open, TFC was struck by exactly how different it was from the models they had been training on.

The models hadn’t done nearly enough to convey the sheer size of it all. The bridge was massive, the cockpit a comparatively tiny part at the very front, a set of steel doors available to cut it off from the rest of the ship if need be. Buttons and screens flashed, levers and switches waited to be flipped, a dozen chairs sat unused, untouched. No expense had been spared, not on the long counters that held the consoles and controls, not on the grated metal flooring, not on the large gray chair that sat in the center of everything, directly behind the cockpit.

The news was right. It was a marvel.

TFC and Scar took their seats, Scar humming to himself tunelessly as they began to prime the engines, start all necessary routines, and prepare to take off. The Refuge purred under their fingertips as it turned on, lights flickering across the dashboard as twin screens, one on TFC’s left, and one on Scar’s right flashed on as well. 

TFC reached up and flipped a switch, and his screen cut to the feed coming from the control tower. Scar did the same, only his screen showed the engine room, where a slightly fuzzy Impulse was pacing between the two massive engines, typing rapidly on a holopad, his eyes magnified by a pair of goggles and his ears covered by a set of headphones. 

“Impulse?” Scar asked as TFC reached out to bring the yoke towards him. “What do you think?”

Impulse looked up, bringing a hand to his headphones, and when he pressed the button, he had to shout over the roar of the engines to be heard. “I’m not seeing any problems! You?”

“All systems normal here.” Scar said, turning to TFC, to in turn glanced at his screen.

“Zero, what do you think?” TFC said. “How’re we looking?”

“Absolutely gorgeous, Refuge. The pinnacle of modern technology, running at peak efficiency.” Xisuma grinned.

“Well, not quite peak efficiency.” Someone cut in, and Cub walked into view. “We’ve encountered a minor bug with some of the exterior cameras. Won’t be able to test the sync today.”

“I think there’s something off with some of the interior ones too, cause Impulse is looking very grainy.” TFC informed him.

“Great. We’ll get that fixed as soon as possible.” Cub said. “If you don’t have any other problems, I think you’re clear to go.”

“Got it. Zero, this is Refuge, requesting permission to take off using Alpha Runway.” Scar said. 

“Refuge, Alpha Runway has been cleared. Feel free to begin taxiing.” Someone said, and TFC nodded.

“Thanks Zero. Beginning taxi.”

The engines hummed louder as he shifted into gear, and TFC swallowed down a spike of excitement as the ship began to move forward slowly. It had been a while since he had been at the helm- and he’d never piloted anything like this before. Never.

Even back when it was routine, he had always loved it- the feeling of taking off, of gravity releasing its hold, the sheer audacity of thousands of tons of metal defying the laws of physics and flying. Flying. 

The ship began to pick up speed, and the miscellaneous chatter from the control room died away. Scar’s humming faded as he pulled one of the subscreens towards him, checking the levels of something- it didn’t particularly matter what to TFC at the moment, so he didn’t bother to try to find out.

The engines shifted, the humming turning to a low growl as the Refuge turned, straightening herself on the runway.

“Zero, we are about to commence our first takeoff.” TFC said, reaching overhead to flip open a case and press a button. “Impulse? Everything’s still fine?”

“Nothing’s blown up yet!” The engineer yelled back. “Don’t worry, I’ll let you know.”

“Well,” TFC said, turning his attention back to the runway, and his copilot. “This is it. Got any last words in case we turn into a shooting star?”

“Cub, if I die, tell Jellie I love her.” Scar said, wrapping his hands around his joysticks. “And don’t do anything stupid.”

“How could I do anything stupid when you’re taking all the stupid with you?” Cub asked, the smile evident in his voice. At least somebody wasn’t worried about an imminent explosion.

“What about you, Tin?” Xisuma asked. “Any last words?”

“Well, if something ends up going wrong, I’m sure you’ll hear them, and I’m sure you won’t be able to let the press quote them. Say, you aren’t going to give them the recordings of this conversation, are you? I know they’re filming along the runway.”

“No, they won’t get the conversation records.”

“Good. All set here. Scar?”

“We’re just sitting here wasting fuel at this point. Let’s get this bird in the air.” Scar said, shifting in his seat and twisting his head to crack his neck.

“Rodger.” TFC said, and he pressed the yoke forward. The engines caught, and then their tone changed, rising in tone and intensity as the ship began to move once again.

No one spoke as they moved forward, agonizingly slowly at first, then faster and faster. The end of the runway moved closer, closer, the engines’ roar grew louder- a light came on next to the screen, and TFC felt his breath catch in his throat, pulling back-

Refuge’s nose tipped upwards…

And her wheels lifted off the ground. 

She soared upwards, engines singing, computers whirring, testing systems, running diagnostics and all coming up with the same answer: apart from the cameras, everything was working perfectly.

That information was relayed to the control room, and their reaction brought a smile to TFC’s face. Papers flew, and Xisuma swept Cub and Mumbo into what must’ve been a bone crushing hug- but they was too busy beaming to care. Cheers made any talk almost unintelligible.

Scar laughed, and TFC glanced over at him to find him grinning. “It worked! We did it!”

And they had done it. The bird had fledged. They were that much closer to the mission being started… and completed. Everything going well meant they had a greater chance of doing it. Of saving everyone. 

Of starting over. 

TFC grinned back. “We certainly did.”

Scar held out his fist, and TFC, after a moment of hesitation, bumped it.

Computer: Input Command:

> Open the Captain’s File

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> 01110100 0̶̛̛̥̬̭͖͕̻̪͓̠͚̥́̐͗́̋̈́̄̉͘ͅ1̶̥̐̍̄͊̾͐̄̇̂̚̕͝1̴̨̼͍͚̽0̴͚͠1̶̨̨̺̩̺͔̙̲̠̜͓̳̙̀͒̍͜͠0̸̛̬̣͌̓͒͌̄̽̏̏͌̽͆͆̽̕0̶̛͕̰͔̭͎̯̯̻͓̟͒́̅̌̽̉͋̌̒̅͘͠0̵̰̞͓̋́͗͑͒̇͊̍͆̔̈́̇̑ͅ 01100101 01110010 01100101 01110011 00100000 0̸̡͕̖̗͕̦̪̬̪̦̺̹̮̙̦̝̯̺̮͋̄̾̆̿́͛̐͆̃ͅ1̶͓̳̬͓͉͕͔̺̩͔̗̘̆͋͌̈̑̚͜ͅ1̵̛̤̝̪̗͍̦̙̦͓̗̩͔̩̺̞̋̉̂̉̈̾̆̈̄͂̒̏̚͠1̸̘̠͖̜̘͑́͊͆̋̇̓̅̈́̄̄̈́͒̚͘ͅ0̷̡̛̭̈́́͒̇̑͊͐̋̓́̎̽͊̽̾̚0̷̳̳͖̪̼̞͓̤̦̠̹̤͙͖̺͂̀͒͝1̶̳̬͙̥̼͔̭̭͕̝̜̐͂1̸̛͇̙̟͖̣͍͉̼̣͂͗̀̏̈̈͆̈́̀̀̓͜͜͜͝ 0̵̭͛1̴̙̋1̶̧̽0̵̰̚1̴͓͊1̷͖̚1̶͈̓1̶͎̎ ̵͈̍01101101 01100101 01101111 0̵̢̱̰̿̋́1̴̰̱̙̩̖̔1̶̢̨͇̩͗̀̄̽0̷͍̪͔̤͕̼̥̪̊̈́̆͋̄͜͠1̴̞̳͍̘̉͛̌͒͒͋̑͠1̸̢̘͕̹̼͈͙͍́͛̌̒̊̇͑̀͘͝1̷̝̖̓́͛0̴̠͓͙͆̑̈́̆ 01100101 00100000 0̸̡̢̡̨̛̜̭̘̟͕͎̠̬̘͕͕̻̳͎̬͉͖͈̖͖̪̠̗͊̀̅͗̈̏́̀͑̉̀͊́͌̅̎̃̾̀͊̔͌̇̽̐͆̽̄̍̓̀̍̀͗̈́̍̎̍͜͠1̶̢̢̢̨̣̩̞͔̰̮͈̹̝̦̠̞̯̜̫̭̻̪̱̖̳̜̥̲͚̭͔̣͙͕͎͉̜̻̘̲̞̼̩͚̖̣̓̐̊͆͛͒̐ͅ1̶̡̧̧̗̮̬̜̮͔̳͚͉̦̯͓̗̫͉̱͍̜͎̱̬̠͇͓̫̥̺͈̖̄̓̔̍͒̓̃̓̏͆́́͆̓̅̃̉͊̏̅͒̋̓̐͒̈́́̋͘͘͜͜͠ͅ0̵̡̡̢̨̧̨̨̝̝͍̲͖͈̺͈̘̮̹͍͚̲̫̦̣̻̤̲̣̘̗͈̰̤͉̰͔̗̥̻̂̊̆̅̍̿̏̀͌̋̄̍̀̃͊̐̀̽̓̌̔̓́̍̂̽̏́̒̚̕͜͜͝ͅ1̸̛̛͈͇͖̬̉́́̋̇́̀̊̏̓̏͊̔̃̆̀͐̃̃̇̍́̊̇́͊͌͌͂̒̒̔̈̈́͛͗̑̿̄͘̕͘͜͠͝͠ͅ0̴̧̨̢̨̡̡̧̱̯̪̫̹̣̯̲̘̹͖̤̪͈̺̘͈͚̟̞̙͙̞̹̭͎̮̝̝̜̹̪̲͑̊̍̂̀̓̋̾̅͆̌͐̅̀̃̿̐͛̄̚̕̕͜͝ͅͅ0̷̧̛͖͔̪̣̱̳̳̫͂͆̏̍̿̑̔̂͊̓̆͒̓͌͝͝͝͠0̶̨̡̧̨̡̧̨̡̹͍̘̳͎̙̩̥̭͈̝͓̥̼̻̠͉̗̳͇̣̲̖̣̩̞̮̙͎̰̠͓̝̬̹̺͓͐͘͜͝ͅ 01100101 01110010 01100101

#the universe is made of stories not atoms // tfc #hermitcraft au #hermitcraft refuge au #refuge au #hermitcraft arg #hermitcraft refuge arg #command input needed #prologue #refuge arg #tfc #mumbo #impulse #xisuma #scar #zloy #pixl #joe #false