#he just figured out how to use rockets with elytra

[noctude]

irrefutably the most unhinged minecraft player

#he just figured out how to use rockets with elytra #because the rocket recipe was never in the recipe book before #all he does is build a bridge just to see how far he can get #begging you to watch this series

[theminecraftbee]

Grian is not dreaming of falling.

He should know - he dreams of falling a lot. He's so used to falling already that he thinks he's always falling a little when he's on the ground. It carries over into the night.

Sometimes, it's a nice dream. Falling is, after all, rather like flying, and ever since he got his elytra after joining Hermitcraft, he's loved flying. Sometimes, the dreams are basically just that: he is falling, except he is in control, so perhaps he is flying as the ground rushes towards him. At the last minute, he adjusts his wings and he lights a rocket and he can feel blades of grass brush his stomach as he takes off. Because it's a dream, he doesn't burn himself on it.

Sometimes, it's a bad dream. A nightmare, perhaps. He's standing on a ledge, and he steps off of it. He's standing at the top of the world, and he's pushed off of it. He's at the top of a cliff, and he closes his eyes, and he falls backwards.

In those dreams, he hits the ground, and it hurts. Sometimes the dream ends there. Sometimes it hurts a while longer instead. Probably better not to think about that too much.

Sometimes, lately, it's even been neutral. He's not flying, and he couldn't control his fall if he wanted to. He's not about to hit the ground, either. He simply falls, and has to deal with that. Those are particularly odd dreams. They're almost distressing in how little he cares for the fact he's falling, while dreaming, and how much he realizes he ought to care when he wakes up. The thing is, were Grian falling endlessly -

Well, here's the thing.

Grian is not dreaming of falling.

It feels like he is. If he lets himself drift, it's that third sort of dream. He can feel wind resistance in his elytra, but it's not enough to get proper lift on his wings. He can feel that he's definitely dropping, and there's nothing under him, and perhaps at some point he will hit the ground, but he can't see the ground, and he's beginning to wonder if there really is such a thing as 'ground' at all, and if it matters. Is it worse to keep falling? Frankly, it's hard to think so.

It's hard to think much of anything after you've been falling a while, he realizes. That's why it feels like perhaps he ought to be dreaming. Like it's that third dream, the one he's had so many times because he thinks that his brain just got used to dropping to the ground, between failed elytra tricks and dramatic ends in the desert and everything in-between.

If he closes his eyes and falls asleep, he even thinks he might dream of falling again. Maybe it will be the first kind, the ones he likes the most, the ones where he flies with such power that no force can hold him back as he drops through the air.

He shouldn't sleep. It's almost distressing, how much he isn't distressed, given that he hasn't stopped falling since he hit that button and the world fell out from under him, but -

The problem with falling only happens when you stop, and the Rift, as best Grian could tell - there was no place to stop, there.

So he just...

Reminds himself he's not dreaming.

Grian is not dreaming of falling. He is. He is falling. And at some point, he should figure out how to panic about that.

Any minute now.

Any minute.

#hermitcraft #grian #a bee fic #ehhhhh? halfway through this i decided i didn't like it but i still like the premise so i kept going #anyway. i KNOW what the current prevailing rift theory is #what if i just. #you know. ignored that. #anyway so grian accidentally opened the rift further. right beneath him #that's a predicament right there right #anyway as i said. don't know what i think about this one. the premise about the always falling thing is cool but i'm not sure i sell it #eh just gonna go to bed these snippets are practice material anwyay

[elis-corner]

hi hi! i havent requested before but here goes- i was wondering if you could do a hermitcraft x reader where the reader is just entirely stupid, and just kinda climbs anything and everything. i was hoping they might be a bit younger and their relationship to the hermits is almost a parent/guardian figure thing? thank you!

p.s. could i be snail anon? 🐌🐌

Hey there 🐌! I apologise for the wait, been a bit rough the last few months. I love this idea, and it literally instantly put a cartoony image of some tired hermit with the reader just flung over their shoulder, maybe trying to test how edible their clothing is... Hermits parenting? Absolutely. I could go on and on about Dadsuma. It turned a bit more into a mischievous/childish reader, and climbing became being reckless, but I’ve tried my best. Kids aren’t exactly my strong suit. And I had to break down “Hermitcraft” to specifically a group with an easy dynamic, so I went with Mumbo, Scar, and Grian. Hope that’s alright!

Alright, enough stalling, here it is!

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What Goes Around Comes Around

‘Come on!’ you yell, sprinting ahead of the trio of chaos behind you. You can feel bits of fragile endstone splintering off as your shoes slam against it, sending the fragments tumbling, on occasion floating for a moment before remembering their need to fall.

‘How do you run that fast?’ Mumbo stared at you as your form slowly shrunk on the horizon. ‘The gravity in the End is not normal, and yet you treat it like nothing! And for goodness sake, hold a Totem, y/n.’

‘Because it isn’t. Now hurry up,’ you whine, stopping to face them. ‘The End Cities aren’t going to raid themselves.’

Scar bit into an Elven Kiss, each bite slowly bringing him closer and closer to where you stood waiting. ‘Wait up,’ he chuckled, despite being so out of breath from trying to catch up without any elven assistance. ‘I need to fix my elytra, and we’re already heading in the direction of the enderman farm. Let’s just- stop off there first.’

You reluctantly agree, trudging at a slower pace for the short distance to your detour. ‘Are you done yet? This is taking forever,’ you whined.

‘Alright,’ Grian exclaimed. ‘You can go ahead if you want. We’re going as fast as we can.’

‘But I don’t want to go alone,’ you grumbled. Slowly, you made your way towards the edge of the platform. The void looms below you, a single misstep, and it would envelop you and everything you owned, obliterating so much time and effort, and put you through so much pain. ‘It’s only fun with you guys.’

Grian crossed his arms as he turned to face you again. ‘Well I’m sorry, but you’re going to have to wait don’t do that y/n–.’ But his warning came too late. You leaned backwards, letting the void take you within its grasp. Its icy fingers clawed at your shoulders as you fell further and further into oblivion.

This wasn’t right–the farm was further down than you remembered; you had already fallen too far. You could feel the excruciating pain of the void freezing you, slowly devouring you. Your hands fumbled as you tried to light your rockets to fly out of there and emerge from your joke victorious, but the cold of the void rendered you immobile, and the rockets slipped from your grasp.

You feel a sudden force jolting you upwards, the fabric of your shirt wrapped tightly around your back and sides, and yet not your chest. Your head rolled backwards, and your limbs hung by your sides. Lifting your head with a great effort by your neck, you could make out a small figure with large, vibrant wings, attempting to drag you away from your self-induced demise. Grian tossed you onto the platform, collapsing in a heap beside you.

‘Why do you do this to us,’ he breathed heavily. Despite his hair falling messily in front of his eyes, you could see him staring you down as he bit his lip in order not to say anything more.

‘It was just a bit of fun,’ you defended your actions, ‘and it’s not my fault I fell too far and lost my rockets.’

Mumbo laughed airily in that tone of disbelief usually saved for a certain persky bird. ‘That’s entirely your fault! Whose else would it be?’

You shrug. ‘I dunno… Scar’s, for making us stop here?’

‘Well now, I think that’s a bit of a harsh assumption to put on a poor elf, just tryin’ to make his way in the world!’

You jump to your feet. ‘Doesn’t matter anyway. You done?’

‘Done with what?’

‘Fixing your elytra so we can go!’ You shake your head in misplaced disbelief. ‘I’ll see you guys there.’ You glide towards the Gateway, your own elytra breaking suddenly, damaged from your previous fall. You hit the ground with a thud, white particles exploding around you. Your items scattered everywhere, a few items tumbling off the edge into the Void.

Mumbo choked at the sight. ‘Do we help them, or…?’

Grian laughed and spread his wings. ‘We’ll gather their items and leave them in a shulker box. I’m not waiting any longer. It’s their own fault, and what goes around comes around.’

#my writing #🐌 anon #hermitcraft x reader #platonic writing #grian x reader #mumbo jumbo x reader #mumbo x reader #goodtimeswithscar x reader #GTWScar x Reader #gtws x reader #hc x reader #those days where you just hate your writing #mcyt x reader #the anon gang

[nach0]

whose side are you on?

Summary:

Not for the first time, Gem curses how corruption turns the eyes red. If it didn’t, she might have been able to blend in and keep her true loyalties hidden.

But now every ruler is out for her head.

And it’s only a matter of time until they find her.

OR:

Your average corrupted Gem fic. ..Or is it?

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Word Count: 1786

Gem growled under her breath, shoving her way through trees as she raced back to the Crystal Cliffs. She needed a plan, to sit down and figure out her next moves, but she didn’t have time.

Not with the others hunting her down.

She cursed how the corruption had a physical affect, instantly separating her from everyone else. There was no way to blend in, to hide her allegiance until she was ready to reveal it, and it was making her life incredibly difficult.

The grass slowly turned to soul soil beneath her feet as she ran into the Grimlands, praying she’d be able to make it into the tunnel connecting her and Fwhip’s empires. Despite their... current differences, he was still her brother. If she could trust anyone to not turn her in, it would be him.

“Gem?”

Apparently, it was too much to hope that she’d go undetected. She turned, resisting the urge to collapse into his arms. The temporary comfort wouldn’t be worth getting caught.

“Fwhip,” she said, forcing neutrality into her voice. “I don’t want to fight. If you’re not going to join me, let me leave.”

His face was an open book of worry and concern as he stepped forward, gently grabbing her arm. “You know I can’t do that, Gem. Please come with me. We’ll help you, bring you to the right side.”

Gem scowled, wrenching her arm out of his grip and walking backwards. Of course he couldn’t see, of course he thought he was in the right. He hadn’t seen what she had, he didn’t know.

She knew she shouldn’t hold it against him.

But that was incredibly hard when his concern suddenly seemed like condescension.

“I am on the right side! That doesn’t change just because you all think I’m some kind of traitor!”

He looked hurt at her words, continuing to walk towards her even as she backed away. “You’re not thinking clearly. I know Scott hurt you, trust me, he’s not been forgiven for that, but please don’t let that stop you from doing the right thing.”

Scoffing, Gem slapped his reaching hand away. “I never thought I’d say this, but getting frozen was the best thing that could have happened to me. It’s why I’m apparently the only one who has any common sense anymore!”

Fwhip went to speak again, but Gem was done listening. She’d been avoiding using her elytra, the crystals obvious against the sky, but it was the only way she could hope to get out of the situation.

“Don’t come after me. You’ll regret it.”

And despite the aching of her heart as she snarled, he nodded and backed off.

“I hope you see reason soon.”

A rocket lifted her into the sky, and she excused the stinging in her eyes as the wind.

~

Gem landed in Rivendell, pulling her cloak tighter around herself. The cold seemed to seep into her very bones, and she had to fight the urge to flee into the warmth of the nether.

As much as she wanted to leave, she had a mission. Xornoth’s crystal had been kept here longer than anywhere else, and though they were free now, she needed to find anything that even had a chance of making them stronger.

Aeor’s statue loomed over the kingdom, and she could feel the stone eyes looking at her with judgement. She scowled, glaring up at it with pure hatred in her eyes.

“This is entirely your fault,” she hissed. “If you’d had better control over your champion-”

“Are you... arguing with a statue?”

She whirled around, glaring as Scott watched her with a raised eyebrow. Fire jumped to her palm as she opened her hand, holding it towards him warningly. “Leave.”

There was no time to waste arguing. If he knew she was here, he knew what she was looking for. And she couldn’t afford to have him stop her.

“This is my kingdom,” he said, crossing his arms. “You’re the intruder here, and even despite your allegiance to the wrong stag-”

Scott yelped as a fireball shot past him, barely missing his head.

“Shut up. You’re the one who grew up learning the legends, you know which of them is supposed to come out on top! It’s not too late though, you can still make the right decision.”

“Don’t you think that would make me more knowledgeable about this? I know everything there is to know, which means you should be the one following my lead.”

Gem scoffed, starting to back away while shaking her head. “So self-righteous, even after everything your precious god has done. Even after everything you’ve done to me.”

His eyes narrowed at that, a nerve clearly struck. Good. Anger would make him sloppy, and she needed all the advantages she could get.

“No one will take your side in this.”

And just like that, the fight in Gem died. It was one thing to know that everyone was against her. It was another to hear it from someone else.

“You have no allies anymore. You can’t return to your empire since we’ll find you there. You’re alone.”

Her control over the fire slipped and it flickered out of existence, leaving her defenceless as tears pricked at her eyes. Scott walked towards her, a pitying expression on his face.

“But you don’t have to be. Come back to us, we can help you. Please. We miss our friend.”

A gentle hand squeezed her shoulder and her resolve almost crumbled right then and there. But she couldn’t give in.

Thinking as quickly as she could to come up with a plan, Gem leaned into his touch. The corruption made it warm, despite all of Aeor’s ice and snow, and she couldn’t help but let out a small hum of content.

His grip relaxed ever so slightly, clearly assuming that she’d surrendered, and that was all the opening she needed.

She turned, elbowing him harshly and shooting into the sky as soon as she heard his grunt of pain.

Nowhere was safe. She couldn’t even rest in her own empire, the place undoubtedly being under watch. Katherine might have been an option, but her fields had turned red with corruption and fire weeks ago.

There was no more neutrality after that.

Tears blurred her vision and she couldn’t think straight, Scott’s words echoing in her head over and over again.

“You’re alone.”

Too lost in her thoughts, she didn’t even notice as she started to tilt downwards, the ground approaching far too quickly for her to pull up.

She crashed in the middle of a field of wheat, and all went dark.

~

Gem groaned, holding a hand to her head as she sat up. From the way she wasn’t in chains or having her mind messed with, no one had noticed her crash landing.

The moon was high in the sky, the cool night air tainted with the musk and heat of the corruption dotted throughout Gilded Helianthia. Guilt filled her for a moment before she pushed it down. She hadn’t even been able to move, there was nothing she could have done.

She needed to escape, find somewhere safe to lie low, but when she tried to stand her leg gave way under her. There was no way she could make it anywhere far like this, and staying in the fields would leave her vulnerable.

But maybe...

Pearl hadn’t turned her back on Sausage when he’d been corrupted. Sure, it was mostly just because they were still sparring buddies, but maybe she could rely on that same kindness again. Even if just for a night.

It turned out she didn’t even need to try and hobble over; her cry of pain having drawn attention. Pearl’s expression of soft concern was enough to make her start crying all over again, and she didn’t say a word of protest as she was carefully helped inside.

Neither of them spoke for a while. Both had things they wanted to say, but they couldn’t find the right words.

The silence was only broken by the occasional clinking from the kitchen as Pearl made them both hot chocolate, and Gem smiled gratefully as a mug was pushed over to her.

“You can stay here as long as you need. I won’t push you.”

There were no words to describe how relieved she felt, so she just let so much of the tension she’d been carrying drain out of her.

“You’re- you’re not going to try and pull me to your side? Like the others?”

Pearl just shook her head, giving her a soft smile. “You don’t have to worry. Just drink your chocolate.”

Gem took a small sip, before immediately starting to choke. She pushed the cup away, the bitter and somehow familiar taste lingering on her tongue. “Note to self, corruption messes with taste buds.”

She glanced up to find Pearl drinking from her own mug like nothing was wrong. And maybe there wasn’t. Maybe she was just being paranoid. But it was hard to think when she was suddenly so tired...

“How dare you!”

The cup shattered as she shoved it onto the ground, fury entering the eyes she was struggling to keep open. Pearl sighed sadly, shaking her head as she got up.

“This would have been easier for you if you’d just taken the potion. I don’t want to hurt you, so please let us help you.”

There was so much concern and pleading in her voice that Gem faltered, which was all the opening Pearl needed to wrap an arm around her and guide her outside. She didn’t have any energy to protest, focusing everything she had on staying awake.

Any hope of escape she may have had was gone when she saw every other ruler waiting outside, fully prepared to stop her if she tried to run.

“Please,” she begged quietly. “I know you think you’re in the right, but you need to let me go.”

The only answer Pearl gave was gently rubbing her arm, a silent comfort as a pressing heat started to fill the air.

“Well well, it seems the Wizard has gotten herself into a bit of a predicament.”

Xornoth appeared in front of her, pulling her out of Pearl’s arms with ease.

“My corrupted and my soon to be so, all in one place. How convenient.”

Gem scanned the crowd desperately, looking for anyone who may help, but she found no sympathy in the sea of red eyes.

She was the last one left uncorrupted.

And as Xornoth jerked her around like a rag doll, victorious smirk clear on their face, she knew it wouldn’t stay that way for long.

They had won.

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#geminitay #fwhip #scott smajor #pearlescentmoon #empires smp #empires smp season one #xornoth #corrupted geminitay #if anyone guesses the twist before the end u get a cookie <3 #my writing #writing #nach0 writing

[thedo0zyslider]

Explosions Across Lifetimes - Chapter Seven: He's Mine - 2k words

Fwhip has a meeting with Scott. Harsh words are exchanged, alliances are broken, and the Count ends up feeling more sympathy for the elf than he ever had before.

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rimlands’s Count was about to have the worst meeting of his life.

He couldn’t just kick Scott out of the Wither Rose Alliance, no, that was far too simple, far too easy for the world of emperors and diplomacy. He had to meet with Rivendell’s king himself to discuss it, decide what to do about any pre-existing trade deals, maybe sign some things and overall just do boring, meaningless paperwork and documentation.

So here he sat, at a long table in Rivendell, across from a man who was currently his least favorite person on the planet. They were alone for this meeting, all of Scott’s advisors being ordered to leave. The king wanted this to be a private meeting, and Fwhip was very glad for that. He had some things to say, ones that would definitely ruin any respect the elven people had for him, if they had any.

The mountains were unbearably cold, Rivendell’s part of them anyways. Fwhip would never know how this place was at least three time’s colder than the Crystal Cliffs, which was on the same damn mountain range. It probably had something to do with stupid elf ice powers.

The Count looked like a proper movie villain, dressed in dark clothes, much more layers than he usually wore, along with a brooding and unkind expression etched into his features. His normal coat was replaced by a more fluffier one, and he now wore gloves, ones made specifically to accommodate the claws that acted as his fingernails. He was shooting a nasty glare at the man across from him, almost a snarl, cheek resting on his hand. His wings were clenched tightly to his back, his small dragon-like tail flicking against the chair in irritation. He honestly forgot about those features most of the time. The wings couldn’t lift his weight off the ground very well, so Fwhip used elytra instead, which he preferred anyways because it was an excuse to invent rockets. His sister only shared his pointy ears though, some weird side effect of their rather mixed heritage.

Scott was as stiff as a board, watching Fwhip cautiously, It was very clear the half dragon did not want to be there. The elf cleared his throat, deciding that almost ten minutes of silence was enough. That was fine by Fwhip, the sooner this was over the better.

“So, Fwhip.” Scott began. “What, er, exactly did you want to discuss? I mean I can guess but-”

“You're no longer in the Wither Rose Alliance.” The ginger cut him off, shifting to cross his arms in front of his chest.

“Ah, I figured that.” Scott muttered, wincing a little at the harshness of the other’s tone. “So what, it’s just you, Pearl and Gem now?”

“And Sausage, technically.” Fwhip said. Sausage was kicked out, yes, but it was more for safety reasons than anything. The remaining members knew they'd let Sausage back in eventually, once this whole demon issue was resolved and he was back to his normal self. So to Fwhip, and his denial, his brother was technically still a part of the Wither Rose Alliance.

“But he was kicked out for being dangerous, wasn’t he?” As soon as those words were processed in Fwhip’s head the Count was standing from his chair in a flash, crossing the room at lightning speed until he was face to face with the other ruler.

Fwhip grabbed the collar of Scott’s shirt, pulling him upwards from his seat and not caring if his claws ripped the fabric. The elven king allowed himself to be pulled forwards with only a small stumble to keep his balance, flinching as Fwhip snarled in his face. Usually an elf with such high status wouldn’t take this disrespect, this insult their dignity, nor would anyone even think to act in such a way. Yet Scott didn’t have much dignity left to insult, to the other rulers and to his own people, so Fwhip was free to rip his stupid expensive shirt collar as much as he liked. He probably had ten of the same outfit anyways.

"And who's fault is that, Scott?" He growled, letting go of the elf and throwing him back towards the table. "We both know it's your fault Sausage is like that!"

Scott caught himself quickly and elegantly, gloved hand clutching the edge of the table for more reasons than just supporting its owner. "I'm sorry. I really am." He said, unable to meet Fwhip’s eyes.

"Then do something about it!" The Count yelled, slamming a hand against the table. He began walking back towards his seat, ready to get this stupid meeting over with. The king of Rivendell had to have the last word though, apparently, Fwhip’s ears starting to twitch in irritation at the beginning of Scott’s sentence.

"I'm not sure how!"

"What do you mean you're 'not sure how!?'" Fwip yelled, spinning around to face Scott again. His tail lashed in indignation, wings puffing out behind him unconsciously. The elf had gone through the whole secret reveal with no way to actually fix the problem!? Scott could’ve just found a solution, revealed it, and could have avoided sullying his good name. Scott probably wouldn’t have kept it a secret though, even Fwhip didn’t think so low of him as to believe he would.

"I've been trying!" The elf exclaimed, gripping the table more firmly. "I've looked everywhere, in my library, places where the scholars won’t let me go, but I can't find anything on this type of magic." His gaze, which had been matching Fwhip’s, moved down to the table in shame again.

"I was gonna ask Gem for help but I'm not sure she wants to…see me." He added after a moment, pointed ears flattening downwards.

Fwhip blinked, a little surprised by Scott’s words. The shame rolling off him was intense, filling the air around them. He knew Scott felt bad about the situation, but he wasn’t aware just how badly it had been affecting the elf. The past few days had probably been the worst on Scott out of any ruler from the meeting.

"Gem wants Sausage back more than she's mad at you." Fwhip said truthfully, his voice taking a softer tone that it previously had. Scott looked at him, absolutely dumbfounded, as he processed the Count’s words.

"….You don't hate me?" Scott’s voice was small when he spoke, like he’d actually believed that everyone hated him.

"What? No!" Fwhip said, making sure to keep his tone gentle. He didn’t prepare to have a heart to heart with Scott, but it was clearly needed, desperately. The kind of thoughts the elf had weren't good, and needed to go. Now. Fwhip would be sure to notify Katherine about it later, knowing the fairy could get through to him the best. "I'm mad at you because you betrayed us and let destruction happen. I don't want you dead." Had Scott really thought they all hated him? Fwhip couldn’t really speak for the others, but he was mad, very mad, but not that mad. They had still been friends, Fwhip still cared about the elf. He cared about all the emperors, even if some of them really grated on his nerves.

“But I hurt Jimmy, and Sausage, and all of you…” Scott moved back into his seat, white wings folding in on himself slightly. Oh buddy…

"You're not irredeemable Scott." Fwhip said, and god he didn’t think his voice could be this soft for someone like Scott . "Even Jimmy doesn't think you are."

“ Oh. ” The elf seemed a little shocked by it, and Fwhip was suddenly itching to know what his partner had said to this poor man and vice versa.

“Didn’t you talk to him?”

“Yeah but, ah,” Scott started, stumbling over his words a bit. “He was…cold, I don’t think he noticed it, not fully.”

Fwhip just nodded. He could understand why Jimmy would be cold, even unknowingly. It was for the same reasons he himself had been filled with burning anger mere minutes ago, and a million other reasons he couldn’t even begin to understand.

“What did you say to Jimmy?” Fwhip asked, noting the air of protectiveness that came to him when he spoke. He wanted to know, just a little, if more harmful things had been exchanged. Okay, maybe he wanted to know more than just a little.

“Nothing much,” Scott said, a little too casually for the half dragons liking. “It was barely a twenty minute meeting, Fwhip.” Was added on when the latter raised an eyebrow suspiciously. “We just discussed the demon problem and our…little relationship.”

“He’s mine, you know” Honestly, the growl came out before Fwhip even knew what he was saying. Though he didn’t regret it later.

Scott glared at him. “I fucking know that already, Fwhip,” There was an exasperation, an irritation that hadn’t been present before in the exchange, and part of Fwhip really wanted to egg his old ally on further; part of him really wanted to be an asshole. He really wanted to see how far he could push the elf, just to start something. He didn’t though, well aware that he’d get chewed out thoroughly for it by someone. “That’s what he discussed the other day, that he’s yours .”

“Good,” He huffed, taking his seat again. “Now let's get this over with,”

Fwhip let himself be an asshole when it came to the diplomacy part of the meeting, ruthlessly cutting off almost every trade he had with Rivendell. He kept a small wool trade open though, only out of convenience. Just because he didn’t hate Scott didn’t mean he wasn’t mad . Because the Count was still pretty pissed off, and he didn’t think his anger would be calming down anytime soon. Half dragons weren't exactly known for their pleasant temper and forgiveness.

Silence fell when the most boring part of the meeting came to an end. It was a tense sort of silence, each of them waiting for the other to make a move. Scott’s body language was stiff once more, and he watched the other man with poor hidden suspense and suspicion. Fwhip was sure disdain was rolling off him in waves, and tried to keep some bite out of his voice when breaking the quiet

“Why didn’t you just keep lying?” The Count voiced his earlier thoughts, out of nothing but pure curiosity.

“… What? ” Scott’s voice came out in a puzzled whisper.

“You could’ve found the solution and revealed it, you didn't have to admit you lied for months on end.” The half dragon explained, fixing the other with an inquiring look. He knew that's what he would’ve thought of doing, what he would’ve thought of trying.

“I did think about that but…I couldn’t do it anymore, Fwhip.” The elf began. “I couldn’t lie anymore; it was beginning to seriously hurt people. Lying wasn’t right, not anymore.” And the Count couldn’t really argue with that, or make any sort of sharp remark no matter how much he really wanted too. Scott had done the right thing in the end, now he just had to clean up the mess he’d made before it.

“I want my brother back.” Scott added in an almost inaudible whisper, so much so that Fwhip had to strain his ears to hear it.

The small bout of sympathy he felt at the meeting returned. He didn’t get what Scott was going through, but he could understand losing your sibling and what that must feel like. He’d almost lost Sausage already and it was tearing away at him every day; it was a searing pain in his chest; a hole in his heart that would keep growing until Sausage was back with them. Losing Sausage used to be unimaginable, yet even with that he couldn’t imagine not having Gem as well. Losing his sister would break Fwhip, he was sure of that. So yeah, he could kinda get what might be going on in that elf’s stupid brain.

“I hope you know that if there wasn’t a demon on the loose I would have declared war already.” Fwhip hissed, feeling his tail lash a bit. Might as well throw out a threat while he was at it.

“I know.” Rivendell’s ruler stiffened a sigh. “You always have afterwards, though”

“No,” Fwhip growled, getting in Scott’s personal space again. “This is your chance at redemption, and if you don’t take it then we’ll be having war.”

“..Good to know.” Scott huffed, watching through slitted eyes as Fwhip made his way towards the door. This meeting was over with, he’d said all he needed to say. “Goodbye, Fwhip.” Scott got the last word with his call goodbye, smooth voice turning to ice with each syllable he spoke. The elf’s answer was the room’s grand door loudly slamming shut behind his visitor and the sound of angry footsteps leaving the building.

Fwhip spread his elytra wings as soon as he was outside once more. The Count always forgot how insufferably cold the elf’s part of the mountains could be, but maybe that was a little bit in part to his dragon heritage. It didn’t matter now though, because he was leaving and hopefully not coming back; not for a while at least.

The elf had given him a lot to brood over, that's for sure.

#ron.writing #ron.fic #fwhimmy #explosions acorss lifetimes #fwhip #empires fwhip #jimmy solidarity #empires jimmy #count fwhip #the codfather #empiresblr #empireshipping #scott smajor #smajor1995

[wixelt]

Going through the AU once again and I was reminded of Grian blitzing past Andrias on Elytra wings as a distraction followed by Sasha dive bombing him with swords on her own pair, Grian serving as a surrogate mentor to Sasha in Scar's absence, and the idea that the portal is likely open for a good amount of time before they finish preparations on the dragon-duper allowing the resistance to actually have access to Elytra for ever so slightly less time, especially with both Iskall and Ijevin around to go End Raiding (an idea of it's own,) leading me to one cunclusion

Grian giving Sasha flying lessons.

Also R&D probably made either rocket boosters or jet packs out of scavenged Frobo parts to act as propulsion for the Elytra.

This is very plausible.

Tango doesn't work out how to do the impossible & build an End Portal til very late in Season 3. Even then, though, they have a bit of breathing room.

After dealing with the existing dragon - if its even there naturally, given how odd Amphibia is compared to other worlds - an effort led by Iskall & Jevin accrues a surplus of elytra. Enough for pretty much every Hermit plus a few others, namely Anne, Sasha, Marcy & - after pleading with Hop Pop - Sprig as well.

And from there begin the lessons.

Anne, Sprig & especially Marcy only learn enough to get by, having other things they'd rather put prep time into. If they make it through this, there'll be time to learn without repeatedly faceplanting, later.

Sasha, however, soars as if it were second nature to her.

Scar - much like the rest of the Earthbound group - is back with the resistance now, but Grian was a big support for Sasha whilst he, Anne & Marcy were gone. A second mentor figure, even if Scar forges a much stronger emotional connection in the long run.

So maybe the fact that Grian's the one leading the flying lessons has something to do with how well Sasha takes to it.

Either way he's impressed, & Scar's just relieved Sasha doesn't take after how he flies. :P

And yes, in the absence or perhaps in the inefficiency of using fireworks in this situation, Frobot derived rocket packs - makeshift as they are, not meant to last long term no matter how much Tango works on them - make these flying fighters all the more dangerous.

#hermitphibia au #hermitcraft #hermitblr #hermitcraft au #amphibia #amphibia au #anne boonchuy #sasha waybright #marcy wu #grian #goodtimeswithscar #sprig plantar #hopediah plantar #hop pop plantar #tango tek #iskall85 #ijevin

[fancystudentpeanutpie]

Everyone as of the s8 finale: 

Boatem crew: Scar built a rocket over the boatem hole, scamming the others out of all their diamonds and getting everyone test dummy suits in the process. He specifically built the rocket upside down, with 4 trap door directly over the boatem hole. The crew put on their suits and got into the rocket, proceeding to go through the trap doors and into the hole. They stand in the hole, standing on nothing and surrounded by a background of ender particles and portal, joking around and saying that they can only wait. Scar casually suggests that the blue particles could be seasons or worlds that they’ll travel to. 

Bdubs: he keeps talking about how everyone wants to leave. Going around the server with his horse and parrot and checking out all the builds, he keeps saying that it could all be his. He seems genuine while he’s talking about it. The hermits have a meeting that quickly turns into everyone agreeing that they should leave, dispersing within a minute. At that point, he’s completely sure that everyone is leaving. He even says that Tango and Keralis aren’t coming back. He decides to stay. (everything’s falling apart. Tango...Tango’s still in space. He should stay there. He should warn him. Maybe he shouldn’t stay after all) 

Cleo: she knows what’s coming, but she has no idea where she’s going afterwards. So, she spends most of the episode stocking up on as much as she can. In the remains of the meeting, she asks Joe what he’s gonna do (”I mean-you’ll always turn up-you always do. So um-” “y-I always do. I-I always do it’ll be fine. Don-Don’t worry about me Cleo I-I’m good. Y-you go.”). She runs alone to and end portal as blocks start floating around her and jumps in. She finds herself in the end, as you’d expect. The portal back to the overworld is gone. 

Joe: the longer the episode goes on for, the more alarmed he seems, even if it’s subtle. He doesn’t trust Scar that much, but he gives him Diamond Hooves anyways. He asks what Cleo’s going to do. She says she was going to “bug out.” He assures her that he’ll be fine. He hadn’t actually formed much of a plan, just random beginnings of ones. When she leaves, he listens to X and Wels talk about their plans for a few seconds before making his decision. For the first time in season 8, he puts on an elytra and flies away. 

Keralis and Xb: they have 2 plans. Keralis’s space station, and Xb’s bunker. They have a room for each other in their builds and everything. Their back up plans are each other. They’re only depending on themselves and each other to get through the moon crashing. Despite both of them sounding like they want to stick together, they’re separate when the moon finally crashes. Xb’s safely inside his bunker. Keralis doesn’t get to his station in time. 

Rendoc: the viewers gave Doc what they found from the book him and Ren got from killing each other. Using the information, he built a portal, but no one knew how to activate it at first. Eventually, they figured it out. Eight observers, eight heads from their Octa-killing-spree. All they had to do was put a head on each observer. Doing so, during a thunderstorm of course, the portal burst with thunder, just like Power Node 1. (Renbob watches them from outside of the simulation as they start up the portal). They’re afraid of it, but they don’t want to stay in the simulation any longer. They jump in. 

Tango: he did it. He’s on the moon! ...........Bdubs sent him a message. It’s so glitchy it’s hard to hear what he’s saying. There are asteroids landing behind him. He sounds so panicked. He has to save the sever now............................his rocket blew up. Holsten’s gone. He still has people who need him. He set’s the tnt next to the crystals that Holsten said were gonna help. But of course, the stupid moon bunny had to set it off too early. Tango gets caught in the crossfire and it shoots him into space. 

X: finally, Evil x’s spell has finally been lifted. He’s even back to wearing his old suit again! The server isn’t looking very good though... he feels bad for everyone’s builds! Not to mention the blocks flying and the size of the moon. But thanks to the viewers he has a good plan. Just go to the nether! No earthquakes, no flying blocks, nothing is going on in the nether. Luckily, he makes it in time. 

Jevin: he gives Mashed Potato and Pickle to Scar, trusting him to keep them safe. They’ll be living in a cupboard for a while, but that’s okay. As long as they’re safe. From there, it’s simple. build a rocket. Head to space. Avoid the moon. 

Gem and False: they both know the bunker isn’t good enough. False reassures Gem, saying that the bunker is perfect. She’s lying. And she already has an escape plan. They both panic as they individually create their escapes. Gem with her deer and False with her bird. Gem sends Goose to Scar. When the flying blocks take away the option of her deer sleigh, Gem has a plan c. A portal made out of amethyst. Meanwhile, False flys away without the issues. 

Cub: he tried, nothing worked. He gives up on being a mooner and goes to bed. Even a few amethyst and daylight sensors have started to disappear by the time he decides to get going. All he has to do is have everything he needs in his inventory, wear full netherite armour, and shoot himself into space with a redstone machine. As simple and normal as a Cubfan can be. 

#hermitcraft #hermitcraft 8 #hermitcraft s8 #hermitcraft spoilers #tw death #tw unreality #pleae reblog #my post

[made-nondescript]

I NEED more of tubbassador, I need to know like, Tubbo getting to know about the Mycelium War, and how light of a war it is compared to what he's passed and hiw Scar and Grian are still, very well, friends, or seeing the many incredible builds, like Grians mansion or Bdub's mountain, or Idk, seeing and maybe even using (tho... Rockets) an Elyria for the first time, there's so much stuff Tubbo would see he never would and I'm sure he'd hv a hell of a shock

The sheer bountifulness of resources is one of the hardest things for Tubbo to adjust to while he’s on Hermitcraft. It’s not just how flippant they are about leaving chest monsters around, but the amount of diamonds and netherite and beacons they have is simply absurd - and Tubbo is married to the richest person on the DSMP! He’s seen rich! But Ranboo hardly exceeds the average Hermit (except, maybe, in his totem collection).

This excess extends even to items outright banned on the Dream SMP. Shulkers are on ever corner, stacked twice as high as him and stuffed full of items and every Hermit never seems to be without at least three. It stands in stark contrast to the way the few shulkers the Dream SMP had seen caused people tp turn on their own friends just at the chance to hold one - not even to use it, for that’d be too risky.

Everyone has an elytra, too. It’s as essential as any other tool for the Hermits and Tubbo isn’t sure how to feel about it. They’re cool in concept and gorgeous in execution but they add an entirely new axis you have to keep your eyes on. It’s surprisingly easy for Hermits to sneak up entirely on accident and their speed means that even with eyes peeled, it’s almost impossible to keep track of them -- not even to mention how hard they seem to be to control, if all the hermits “experiencing kinetic energy” in chat means anything.

But elytra are also freeing, in a sense. For the users, at least. Most hermits have nothing but praise for how easy they make building mega structures and how getting that far away, high up view can really help you iron out a design. They talk of thousand-block distances closed in a fraction of the time and just, well, how fun it is to fly around. The hermits don’t mention their strategic value at all. It paints a nice picture.

These resources allow Hermitcraft to flourish in a way Tubbo worries the Dream SMP never will. Intricate builds fill every nook and cranny not already occupied by the personal palaces each Hermit constructs for themselves. Castles, city scapes, pyramids, and huge trees - every aesthetic is represented somewhere and on a scale Tubbo wouldn’t have dreamed of. He’s particularly fond of Cleo’s zoo (because of the animals) and Mumbo’s ruins (because it’s just really cool), but he can hardly pick favorites when each one leaves him thinking that he’s just seen the best build ever.

It’s almost - overwhelming, he guesses? Which is strange to say considering how in shambles his home server always is, and what could be more overwhelming than constant infighting and destruction. Hermitcraft is nothing short of amazing makes him feel so small. Literally and figuratively. Tubbo’s proud of a lot of what he’s done (namely, still being alive and fighting), but in front of these people who know so much - it’s a lot.

Even just the kindess is overwhelming in a way he didn’t know possible and it’s not like they’re being exceptionally nice. There’s no red carpet or gifts being heaped upon him or anything -- he’s there on business, after all. But even just the way Bdub’s takes the time to explain to him what he’s building or Zedaph’s attempts at explaining a contraption instead of telling him to fuck off is a lot to get from strangers.

It’s unsettling, even. He’s an interruption and every second he spends not working out the details of their servers’ formal relationship, he’s wasting, so there must be some reason they take the time to talk to him. Something they want, some goal. It almost makes him want to laugh -- there’s nothing the he or the Dream SMP could offer the Hermits that they don’t already have except for petty fights and unfilled creeper holes.

Maybe he should just go home. (Or maybe, just this once, something so good will turn out to be true. Maybe.)

#hiii i consumed SO much coffee earlier today and it is 12 am and i will NOT be able to sleep for while. so here u go <3 #reminder for tubbo enthusiasts that if im wildly wrong PLEASE tell me i dont wanna look the fool on dsmp tumblr please my clout..... #dsmp x hc #hc x dsmp #dream smp #tubbo #hermitcraft #dsmp #tubbassador au #nondescript ask #ALSO I PLAN TO ADDRESS MYCELIM WAR/GRIAN+SCAR SOON i have an ask thats PERFECT and i wanna draw it

[redorich]

You- you. This AU. This Welsknight and Ghostbur fluffy, found family AU has completely ruined me. My brain has conjured up fluff and it’s adorable and I had to reread everything posted about this three separate times because it’s so good!

Me: homework?

My brain: SilverDuo! (Which I have mentally started calling them because they have silver skin/armor)

Seriously, some of my head canons for this fic (hope you don’t mine me putting a few here…):

Wels teaches Bur how to shine armor, so that it gleams in the light and looks better. They sing and laugh as they clean and polish steel and iron plates in the sun, a picnic lunch nearby for when they’re done. In return, Bur weaves flowers from the gardens into Wels’ hair as he braids it. As time goes on, the braiding gets more complicated, Ghostbur pulling on his memories of doing Techno’s hair. They reserve hair time for evenings in the house or under the stars.

Wels’ hair grew out when he was unconscious, and he’s not used to its length, but he finds that he’s fond of it because of how gently Bur braids and styles it. While Wels doesn’t like how tangled it can get, he’s glad he has the reminder that he’s not alone whenever he feels the petals and stems of flowers on his neck, tucked into his armor.

Bur can’t stand minecarts or mineshafts because they remind him of the rails in the train station, and the loud thundering of subway cars that would never stop for him. But he does love to fly with his new Elytra, and while the rockets scared him at first, he soon got used them. He loves the wind in his face and floating on silver wings. It reminds him of the nice memories of his father, the few he has left from before the SMP.

Both Wels and Bur love to sing and write poems, so they decided one night to have a competition to see who could write the sappiest platonic love poem for each other. Bur, to Wels eternal embarrassment and delight, won the knight over with a full-on soliloquy. Wels had Ghostbur in stitches as he rapped a hilarious but heartfelt song. Both were bright red/silver by the end of it, laughing hysterically, and kept copies of the recordings of their poems in their Enderchest. They declared it a tie.

Bur misses Friend. Often. Wels offered to help him make a grave to remember his blue companion. The grave sits down the road from their home, surrounded by cornflowers and daisies. It reads,

“In Remembrance of Friend,

Cheeky Blue Sheep and Beloved Companion

May you rest in a warm field with lots of grass and colorful sheep friends”

Wels has frequent nights where he can’t fall asleep unless Ghostbur is nearby, terrified that he won’t be able to wake up again. Bur will hold him tight, humming the same song he would hum to Tommy during the Revolution and early Pogtopia. It took several weeks for Bur to quietly open up about Tommy. Wels secretly loves the idea of a mini-him, bright blue eyes (though now a duller grey) and matching blonde hair, going around and cursing out his enemies while charging them with no chill whatsoever. Of course, he would never admit it, because he’s a proper Knight that Shuns Swearing™

Ghostbur can possess people, but had no idea until a lovely outing suddenly became dangerous. He and Wels had been out exploring when a thunderstorm rolled in, causing a light drizzle to fall almost instantaneously. In a panic, Bur lunged toward Wels, who was scrambling to pull his shield out and hold it like an umbrella. To both of their shocks, Ghostbur phased right into Wels. They could hear each other’s thoughts and feel each other’s panic. It took them ten minutes in the soaking rain to calm down and another 5 to struggle over to a tree, sheltering from the rain. Wels’ eyes were a brighter shade of blue than usual, closer to white. His hair had also darkened just a shade. Thankfully, however, he still did not burn in the rain. After finally figuring out how to separate, Bur and Wels agreed to save that for emergencies, but also resolved to practice sharing a body occasionally, just in case they needed it. They also agreed to set a time limit cap for an hour at most, afraid it would become permanent if they weren’t careful. (It did result in them becoming closer, though. It’s easier to understand someone when you’ve literally shared a body with them.)

(Right, back to homework now. Hope you enjoy the little headcanons I hold, I swear the multiply by the minute when I’m not looking lol.)

aaaaaugh if i had gotten this sooner i would have been able to fit more of it into the current arc 😫 hope this works haha

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“Carpeted kitchen!”

“Absolutely not,” Wels says, pouring M&Ms into his popcorn. A few fall onto the couch, and he scoops them up before they fall between the cushions. On the TV, a young boy discovers that his dog is really quite good at basketball.

“Hand me some popcorn,” Ghostbur entreats, and Wels hands it over his shoulder for Ghostbur to pluck from Wels's fingers with his lips like a horse, because Ghostbur's hands are currently tangled deep in Wels's hair.

“But can we have a cool biome?” Ghostbur asks as he weaves strands around and around in a tiny fishtail braid starting at Wels's temple. “Something unique, like a mountain or an ocean!”

“You know, Zedaph actually builds his base in a mountain every season?” Wels says conversationally. He hands Ghostbur another handful of popcorn. “But wherever we build really just depends on where everyone else has already set up.”

Ghostbur makes a pouting noise with a mouth full of popcorn.

“Aren't you literally allergic to water, anyway? Why do you want to live in an ocean?”

“Hm,” Ghostbur says dismissively, then avoids the question for no reason at all. “Do you think I could possess someone?”

Wels shrugs, and Ghostbur scowls when the motion dislodges some of his fragile in-progress braiding.

“I don't see why not. I imagine you'd have to be in some pretty dire straits, though.”

“Why?”

“Well, wouldn't it take a lot to, like, phase into someone?” Wels asks. The TV shows a heartwarming scene between Bud the golden retriever and a high school boy named Josh.

“I guess, if you want to be lame.”

Wels snorts, then changes the subject back to the first topic. “Do you want to learn how to build medieval style? It's my favorite, but we can try something new if you want.”

Ghostbur considers for a moment as he ties Wels's hair off with a hot pink elastic. “Medieval, he decides, “but something smaller-- like a home. With little buildings for different things, and maybe a river in the back, just to watch the water flow from a safe distance…”

Wels can practically see it in his mind’s eye. He smiles. “Yeah, I think we can do that.”

#mcyt #hc x dsmp #hermit ghostbur au #ghostbur #welsknight #me.cpp

[a-selkie-abroad]

im thinking about piropito...who started playing and is still playing minecraft COMPLETELY BLIND.

he went in completely new to the game, never having even seen others play it, having to find everything on how stuff works by himself with no wiki access or outside help. he doesn't even read comments, because people all too eagerly explain how things work in them, and that would be spoilers.

 he doesn't keep up with looking at the snapshots for obvious reasons, and every update, is taken by COMPLETE SURPRISE by the new features

phantoms scared him half to death when they were added, the nether changing so much was a complete shock, he’s obtained elytra but doesn’t realise rockets can be used to boost them, he expressed his wonder at how colourful and alive the oceans became, how he didn’t know the nether existed for AGES.

he's confused on how enchanting works, he's built a 700k+ block long bridge (HOW), he's got thousands of emeralds from trading with villagers, is trying to figure out how the FUCK redstone works FROM SCRATCH (and at this point knows nearly as much as I do on how to use it) and doesn't know the light level monsters spawn in Im thinking. the dedication. about him building his bridge, which he extends in nearly every episode, and traveling to it’s end to continue it literally takes an entire irl day bc he doesnt know sprintjumping makes him faster, how he counted each placed block because he didn’t know how to access coordinates, and when he learned how to access them, his count (which from what I remember was ~300k blocks?) was only like, only a few blocks off.

 how for the first portion of it’s construction was done  WITHOUT KNOWING SNEAKING MAKES YOU UNABLE TO FALL OFF A BLOCK. my mans placed tens of thousands of blocks without SNEAK. 

how. after the caves and cliffs release. 

he’ll suddenly seeing something out of the corner of his eye as he builds his bridge. he turns, and his eyes go up and up and up as he sees his very first lofty peak

he’s gonna be building his bridge and look below him as he enters new terrain (the bridge runs ~ 40ish blocks off the ground, a straight 1-block wide line stretching from 0,0 out) and below him, sees into the opening of a huge and deep cave.

how he’ll discover dripleaf and dripstone an the terror of exploring the deep dark without knowing the fact nothing there can see him, but can hear him

the progress he's made since episode 1 is astounding. How he finds a pink sheep (1 in 256 chance) and punches it to death first thing. how he doesn’t know how to swim.

his 'huno kodo?' at everything he doesn't understand (the videos are subbed, not dubbed) his 'ahhhhhhh....’ when he figures something out is just. <3. 

The translation notes he provides in the subs, explaining little discrepancies between Japanese and English, and how he narrates his thought process with subtitles.

he uses the names of the items/blocks in both English and Japanese to try and figure out what they do, he uses the achievement tree and the menu screen panorama to try and gauge the new additions to the game each update.

It’s wonderful seeing him progress through the game, and reminds me in a nostalgic way of how....

afraid I was of minecraft when I first played it, back in the early 2010s.

 with MCYT having only just begun and thus many were playing for the first time with literally 0 knowledge of the game, completely blind, told by a friend that ‘you just GOTTA check this out!’

your first night.

a creeper blowing you up for the first time after you approached it

discorvering the inventory shortcuts and crafting recipes through trial and error

looking at an enderman for the first time

being terrified by your first night and dying repeatedly to things that moan and clack and chase you-

The fear of the unknown you have discovering Minecraft for the first time, how you explore the world with trepidation and confusion and delight. 

How the pure childlike wonder and awe that fills you with each discovery only makes you want to explore more as your curiosity is fed.

this guy’s videos capture that essence so fully in a way I cannot explain, and I can’t fucking wait to see him experience all the new terrain and the deep dark for the first time. 

#longpost #mineblr #minecraft #mcyt #piropito #ramble #Selkie Barks

[hrmng-hermitcraft]

The Aftermath

A Hermitcraft/3rd Life fic AO3 Link  Chapter 2

Characters: Goodtimeswithscar, Grian, ZombieCleo, Rendog 

Relationships: Scar/Grian, can be read as platonic or romantic 

Summary: “Good job Grian, you did it, you won!” Scar congratulated him, knowing Grian couldn’t hear him. “I’ll see you soon on the Hermitcraft server!” Scar declared as he logged off. Scar did not see him soon on the Hermitcraft server.

It wasn’t painful when it was over. At least, Scar was pretty sure it wasn’t. He was a ghost now, so if it was painful he couldn’t feel it. 

Scar took one last look at his lifeless body and sucked in an airless breath, “oooh, yikes.” 

He’s not sure what he expected. After all, he and Grian fought to the death using nothing but their fists. And cactus. He can't forget the cactus. 

Hold on, back up. He and Grian fought to the death. That meant Grian won! Grian won, right? Oh, Scar was so proud of him! 

Distantly, Scar thought about how he might feel, were their roles reversed. Would he feel guilty? Would he be glad? He wasn’t sure. 

As the other players welcomed him to the land of the not-quite-dead, those thoughts drifted to the back of his mind, beyond his reach for the time being. Scar turned and smiled at Grian’s very much still living body. 

“Good job Grian, you did it, you won!” Scar congratulated him, knowing Grian couldn’t hear him. 

“I’ll see you soon on the Hermitcraft server!” Scar declared as he logged off. 

Scar woke up in his magical village. He smiled, donning his wizard robes and his pointy hat. He went to go check on the wellfare of his village (all his farmers had zombified. Again.) and then equipped his elytra as he made his way towards his first destination: Grian’s mansion. 

Scar circled around the base a few times, trying to decide where to land and where he might find Grian. Eventually, he made a stumbling landing near Grian’s ever-growing chest monster, and faced the entryway to Grian’s storage room. Scar was sure he’d find Grian there! 

“HELLOOOOOO!” Scar sang as he entered the ginormous space. His voice echoed back at him, and then he was met with silence, save for the startled “hrrms” of a few villagers. 

Huh. That’s odd, no response. If Grian wasn't out working on a project, he was usually here preparing for one. And Scar came over here right away! There was no way Grian had time to get his bearings and leave for a project after leaving the third life server. 

Scar sighed and shrugged. Maybe Grian logged back on at one of his projects and was on his way back here now. It’s not like the mansion was going anywhere, Scar could always circle back and check on Grian later. 

Making a mental note to do just that, Scar took to the skies again. First on his list was Rendog. It had been fun to play opposing sides with him, he wanted to thank him for the game and make sure his friend was adjusting back to Hermitcraft without any trouble. As he approached the Valley of Tattoren, Scar noticed a figure run out of the central building, waving his arms and smiling to greet him. Ren! 

“SCAR! HEY DUDE! OVER HERE!” Ren shouted. 

Scar waved in acknowledgment and turned to glide down towards Ren. He only stumbled a bit upon landing this time! 

Ren greeted him with a bright smile. “Scar! Dude! Good to see you!” 

Scar returned Ren’s grin with matching enthusiasm. “Likewise, my friend! How’re you holding up?” 

Still smiling, Ren replied with a shrug. “Eh, could be better but could be worse. I had fun, and now I’m going to rest and relax and treat myself before jumpin back in. Then it’s full steam ahead for Ren-diggity-dawg!” 

Scar laughed. “Okay, that sounds like a great idea. I might have to steal it myself when I’m done catching up with the server!” 

Ren clapped Scar’s shoulder, “you have my full permission, brothah, please plagiarize my plan for self care. I think we all need it!” 

Scar nodded and waved as Ren headed back inside. He readied a rocket and took off once more, checking in on many more of his fellow third-lifers. 

Bdubs, Cleo, Etho, Impulse, Tango… Scar went through his list, ensuring that each hermit was adjusting well before he was finally back where he started: Grian’s mansion. 

“HELLOOOOOO!” Scar called as he soared through the entrance, not bothering to land before making himself at home. Scar tumbled to the ground, scattering one of Grian’s already jumbled chest monsters. 

Scar poked his head up from the pile of items and shulker boxes, giggling to himself. 

“Griaaaan!” He called, “I messed up one of your chest monsters!” 

Scar’s voice echoed back at him. The large room felt lonely without the presence of his friend there to fill it up. Maybe Grian stayed out at one of his projects. 

Scar frowned. He didn’t know what all different projects Grian had started, or where they were. For all he knew, Grian was thousands of blocks out in the nether, building in the Upside-Down! 

Scar let out a small hmph as he sat on a shulker box, weighing his options. He could wait for Grian to return, and who knew how long that’d be! He could check the projects he did know about, which probably wasn’t smart considering his elytra’s durability, or he could ask other hermits if they’d seen Grian. 

That last option seemed the most sensible, so Scar once again took to the skies in search of the other hermits. He steadily made his way through the server list, his concern growing with each negative answer he got. It seemed that none of the hermits had seen Grian since before they all left for third life! 

Scar was perplexed, puzzled, perturbed! Well, maybe not that last one. It was a word he’d heard Mumbo use, but he wasn't quite sure what it meant. It fit his alliteration scheme though! 

“Right, okay, back on task Scar.” He coached himself. “Think. No one’s seen Grian since before we left. Xisuma doesn’t have any current logs on him. That doesn’t leave very many options! So if he’s not here, then he must be…” Scar’s eyes widened in shock and fear. 

“oh no…”

And in a lonely, near-abandoned server not so far away, a figure clad in a red sweater sat in a circle of cacti and sobbed. 

#Hermitcraft #Third Life #goodtimeswithscar #grian #scarian #angst #hurt/comfort #there will be another chapter i promise #help i havent posted writing in so long i forget how to tag

[theres-an-impulstor-among-us]

I know you haven't really done many prompts for Empire SMP, but having seen Jimmy's perspective today, I really want to see him just talk about everything that's against him and I think it would be really fun to see him just breakdown with Pixl.

Lore-wise, Jimmy really has gone through the ringer.

he really has T_T someone pls save him

...

Pixlriffs is working on setting up some more candles around the vigil when he hears a noise from behind him. Immediately alert, he spins round, already pulling out his sword, but he freezes when he spots a figure half-limping towards him.

As he rushes towards the figure, he realises with a jerk that it’s his closest ally. “J-Jimmy?!”

The ruler of the Cod Empire is dishevelled and clearly exhausted, and instead of his normal cod mask, he’s wearing the brown llama mask that Pixl remembers giving him a few weeks ago.

Pixl reaches out to steady his friend, holding him by the arms. “Jimmy, what on earth-?!”

“Gosh, your empire is… is really out there,” Jimmy murmurs, his words slightly slurred. “In the middle of a desert. I’m so hot…”

With that, he collapses against Pixl.

“Jimmy!” he gasps, propping his unconscious friend up.

He manages to lift Jimmy onto his back and hurriedly carries him over to his home. He lays Jimmy down on his bed and hesitantly removes his friend’s mask.

He’s shocked to see a fairly fresh cut on Jimmy’s face from his left temple to the corner of his left eye. It’s not still bleeding but it looks untreated. Maybe from the last day or so.

Forcing himself to ignore that for now, Pixl fetches some water and an ice pack, the latter of which he applies to Jimmy’s forehead. Immediately, Jimmy lets out a quiet sigh and stirs slightly, though he doesn’t wake.

After about ten minutes of gently tipping sips of water down Jimmy’s throat, Jimmy’s eyelids flutter.

“Hey,” says Pixl quietly, giving his friend a soft smile. “Can you hear me?”

Blinking groggily, Jimmy frowns. “What happened? Where am I?”

“In my empire,” says Pixl. “Do you not remember?”

Jimmy lifts a hand to his forehead. “My head’s a little fuzzy.”

“I’m not surprised; you were pretty dehydrated. Do you have any idea how long you were wandering around in the desert?”

“No, not really.”

“Well if you walked all the way here from your kingdom, it’s a wonder you didn’t parch to death,” Pixl responds. “Why didn’t you use your elytra?”

“I wanted to walk as long as possible and then when I eventually tried to take off, I realised I didn’t have any rockets,” says Jimmy sheepishly.

Pixl chuckles. That’s so Jimmy. “Right, I see. Why would you want to walk all the way here, anyway? We didn’t have a meeting or anything, did we?”

“No, I…” Jimmy hesitates. “I just needed a break. And I wanted to see you. And I needed to be several thousand blocks away from everyone else.”

“Really?” Pixl frowns. “Are you okay?”

Jimmy hesitates again, before deciding to tell the truth. “Um… no. I’m not okay. A lot of stuff happened yesterday and I’d really like to curl up and cry right now.”

Pixl gives his friend a sympathetic look. “Tell me about what happened.”

“W-Well…” Jimmy sits up in the bed, taking a deep breath. “fWhip covered my nether portal in cobblestone so I told him to come over and clear it up but he used tnt to blow it up and then when I told him to fix the hole in the ground, he blew a bigger hole under the first one and then Scott and Gem showed up and I was hoping they might be on my side but apparently Scott actually helped fWhip make the cobblestone thingy so then I got really mad and hit fWhip with my sword but then he killed me and stole my Codfather mask and I begged him to give it back but he just flew off with it a-and I don’t know how to get it back now cuz Scott said I keep starting things I can’t finish and that even with my allies, I couldn’t hope to beat fWhip but I need that mask back Pixl I can’t-.”

Sensing Jimmy’s rising panic, Pixl quickly grabs Jimmy’s shoulders to stop his friend. “Hey hey hey, shh. It’s okay, Jimmy. Shh.”

Jimmy lets his breathing settle, clearing his throat as his voice cracks. “Wh-What’s wrong with me, Pixl…?” he whispers. “Why am I such an easy target? Is this all because I stole stuff from Sausage so early on? Do I deserve all this?”

“No, Jimmy,” replies Pixl immediately. “fWhip is being a bully, and bullies always have their buddies backing them up so they feel stronger. First it was Sausage, now it’s Scott.”

“I just… I just don’t understand. I thought Gem and Katherine were my allies but Gem is now fully on fWhip’s side and Katherine pretends she’s on everyone’s side but she always seems to back up the person who isn’t me. Who do I have on my side?”

“You’ve got me, you’ve got Joel, you’ve got Lizzie.”

“I do trust Joel and Lizzie, and you of course, but… I-I’m just kinda expecting everyone to leave me if another alliance offers something better. And I wouldn’t even blame them.”

Pixl pauses, casting a brief look at the walls surrounding him. “...well, I’ll never leave you.”

“I-I don’t think you can realistically promise that,” Jimmy responds dejectedly.

This reinforces Pixl’s resolve. “I’m doing it anyway. You need an ally you can always count on, and I will be that ally. No matter what, Jimmy, I’ll stick by you. I know my empire is a long way from yours but if you ever need backup again, send me a message and I’ll drop whatever I’m doing and fly straight over.”

“Really…?” Jimmy stares at him with hopeful eyes. “Wh-Why would you do that for me? Aren’t there better, stronger empires out there you can ally with?”

“Frankly, yeah, there are. But I don’t care. It’s not all about power.”

Jimmy scoffs.

“It’s not,” Pixl repeats. “Power gets you through a war, sure, but wars aren’t the only things empires have to deal with. You’re a kind and fair ruler to your subjects, Jimmy. Villagers, animals, everything. You always go the extra mile to ensure their comfort and safety, and in this world, that’s a rarity. Power really isn’t the only thing that matters. It’s one of the biggest, but that doesn’t mean you should be counted out just on lack of power. That’s why you find yourself a powerful ally, right? And I like to flatter myself that I’ve built up a pretty powerful empire here. Maybe not fWhip-level powerful, but strong enough to defend us both if a certain tnt-crazed empire comes calling.”

Jimmy gazes at him. “Would you really put your empire on the line for my fights?”

“Of course.” Pixl gives him a kind smile. “That’s what allies do.”

“...Pixl, I…” Jimmy can hardly muster any words to express his emotions. “I-I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything. All we need to do is take care of each other and we’ll be okay.”

“Pix…” Jimmy is almost completely lost for words. He’s never had someone show this level of dedication towards him before, especially considering they haven’t known each other very long. “A-Anything you need, Pix, anything at all, just ask.”

Pixl’s smile falls as his eyes flicker up to the scar on Jimmy’s face. “Actually… I do have a question. How did you get that scar on your face?”

“Huh?” Jimmy’s hand automatically moves to touch the jagged line on his forehead. “Oh. This. A, um… a piece of debris from fWhip’s second tnt explosion got me. Nearly got my eye, actually.”

“It looks bad. Untreated.”

“Yeah, I… I’m not so good at first aid and I did ask Scott and Gem if one of them could help me clean it but they refused.”

Pixl’s eyes widen. “They what?!”

Jimmy nods sadly. “They made some excuses and left. Scott said it didn’t look that bad and I could deal with it myself. I looked at it in the river and I also didn’t think it looked that bad.”

“Gosh.” Pixl shakes his head disapprovingly, a deep frown on his face. “That’s… That’s so terrible.”

“I-I’m sorry,” whispers Jimmy.

“What? No, not you. I can’t believe Scott and Gem would leave you when you were clearly hurt. Do you have a first aid kit back in your base? And your food situation: do you have enough food? What’s your diet like?”

A little taken aback by the sudden questions, Jimmy hesitates. “I’ve, uh… been eating fish, mostly. Cod Empire, you know.”

“Any potatoes? Carrots?”

Jimmy shakes his head.

Pixl scrutinises him. “Right, okay. Jimmy, you’re gonna stay with me here for a while.”

“A-A while?”

“A few days. You’ve been through a lot lately; you need someone to take care of you. I’ll get that wound treated for you, show you around my empire, and make sure you get some nutrients in your diet. Do you have a potato farm?” Before Jimmy can reply, Pixl continues, “Nevermind, I’ll get you enough potatoes to either get started or improve it, whichever. You need to keep drinking water, though; you’ll get dehydrated really fast in the desert.”

He pauses as he registers the smile on Jimmy’s face. “What?” he chuckles.

“Nothing.” Jimmy averts his gaze, though his smile remains. “Just… thank you. I can’t tell you how much it means to me to have you on my side.”

Pixl smiles back and squeezes Jimmy’s shoulder.

“I’ll always be on your side, Jimmy. Always.”

#empires smp #pixlriffs #solidaritygaming #vaunna’s requests

[localmccenthusiasts]

purple pandas - mcc 21

pov watched: punz

what to watch for: this team overall has amazing comms! the team synergy was really enjoyable to experience right from the start and despite not having a particular specialty in the type of games, they put up a solid performance and had an amazing set of comebacks towards the end of the tournament, with their comms and movement in parkour tag taking them all the way up to 5th team overall in the last moment. genuinely i think this team has some of the cleanest parkour tag comms, and their comms in other games such as sky battle, survival games, and battle box are nothing to scoff at.

general thoughts: considering punz had a ton of technical difficulties throughout the event, including his entire pc bluescreening right before grid runners started, this team was surprisingly solid! started off a bit shaky but didn't let the underperformance get to them and kept morale high going into final games. even with the frustration of sands of time they were able to clutch up for a fantastic final parkour tag performance! when they weren't focused on being Gamers they were flirting a lot . at the very least they were very complimentary to one another. very "homie" vibes if you know what i mean. also oh my god they got so excited about finding the dogs in the breaks between games i cannot stress how fun that was

more detailed commentary under the cut!

survival games: considering this team isn't a super strong pvp team, they had a very solid performance in survival games! good comms meant they were able to stay alive a while, and while they got a bit sandwiched towards the end and weren't able to really fight as a team, they went out swinging and managed to cling to a 5th place. overall a solid performance, with punz acting as a leader/commander!

hole in the wall: i won't lie to you dear reader this one was Rough. the new map and walls meant that everyone was thrown off a bit, and since this game is a bit more individually focused on movement it definitely wasn't this team's strong suit. they did, in fact, come in dead last

grid runners: yeah punz's pc just . completely bluescreened right before this event started. he didn't manage to get his stream up in time so i watched scott's pov here! their comms were pretty clean, and i think it just came down to a matter of familiarity with the rooms. their communications were a bit shaky, which can probably be attributed to the technical difficulties right before the game started, but overall did pretty well and managed to complete the course sixth after being pretty much dead last the whole way through, putting them in 8th for this game! considering this game is also punz's nemesis i think they did pretty well overall, though i don't doubt that there was a world where they did a lot better.

rocket spleef: this one was a bit unfortunate in that punz had technical difficulties again in round one and lagged really early on into the round causing him to die :sob: once again an individual movement game and one that ponk and sam wouldn't be as familiar with since it was taken out to rework before they really got a chance to get comfortable in the older iteration so not this team's strong suit at all! overall they did pretty solidly despite it not being one of their better games and considering scott's probably the only player on that team with a lot of elytra experience. shoutout to the dream smp for no end raids

sky battle: WOW i have so many thoughts about the new map. it's fuckin huge for real. i'll save that for a diff post tho <3 i think this team's main problem was just figuring out how to use the new map + meta to their advantage and they never really figured it out before the final round. they still had good comms they just didn't really have a good plan in any of the rounds and that's where things fell apart

battle box: wow i also have so many thoughts about this the remix feature is going to be so fun in the future. once this team hit their groove they were pretty good! i think the two capture points and the trident pvp really screwed with everyone but once they were able to figure out some strategies they could snag a couple wins here and there.

sands of time: this was a stressful sands i'll be honest. like yes they got two vaults but also they were Constantly low on sand and both ponk AND punz fell in lava. i think punz died of the lava and ponk died of being low hp after escaping the lava but either way this one was Rough. nevermind that they lost an entire vault's worth of coins after ponk died... scott was a very good sandkeeper though! there was just very little sand and so much stress....

parkour tag: now normally i'm pretty lukewarm about parkour tag but i think this team singlehandedly convinced me to enjoy it. punz is an incredible hunter and while i didn't watch ponk's pov, they certainly were as well. sam had absolutely incredible runner comms - i think genuinely they were some of the best comms i've ever seen in that game. they did SUPER well here especially coming off the back of that disappointing sands performance and this game was definitely a huge factor in them jumping up to 5th at the end!

#mc championships #mcc 21 purple pandas #tek's talks #thevodman #punz #ponk #awesamdude #smajor1995 #scott smajor

[businessbois]

It would be a lie to say that I'm not the tiniest bit salty about what happened this mcc, but I think the people over on twitter raging on it are really overracting. I don't care about the hbomb thing, it was a glitch and he used it to his advantage, good for him. People have done it before. Wlbur glitch anyone? However, I think the thing that is bothering me a bit is Ace race. The fact that everyone was screwed over except Scott's team, who did perfectly fine, is a bit annoying. If it had been any other team that had figured it out and gotten an advantage it would be fine, like good for them for figuring it out. but the fact that Scott's team had such a big advantage over everyone else just going into it feels the slightest bit rigged. Like Scott knew he would have an advantage over everyone, I think it would just of been good sportsmanship to just reset after it went so terribly for everyone but his team. Then again, as of right now I've only seen red rabbits pov so maybe other team's didn't struggle as much, but it seems like everyone participating was at least a little bit annoyed.

I think the big thing that bothers me about it the most is Tommy's team were doing just so incredibly well. Like they were performing so much better then I expected, Tommy literally did amazing and niki?? She popped off! She performed so much better then I thought she would, I was so happy to see her survive for all of survival games (is that what its called?) Tubbo and vikkstar did amazing as well, they worked so well as a team. I really wanted to see them win or at least get topped three, I feel like they deserved it. It hurt to see them get screwed over so much towards the end. Bless Tommy for being such a good sport, you can really tell he's a good kid when you watch him in mcc.

Bt at the end of the day, it's just a block game. It's just a bit disappointing how things turned out win wise. Like, it's hard for me to feel excited for a team that literally got like a huge advantage over everyone else by having a literal developer on their side and pretty stacked players from what I've seen. Not to mention the glitch, but no ones really to blame for that. I think Scott's team could at of least benefitted from a low scoring player in their midst to make up for the fact that Scott was the only one who had experience in the games and could help his teammates with them as well. So yeah, I don't r e a l l y care much at all, that's just something that kind of bothered me a bit.

yeah i couldnt give less of a shit about the hbomb thing, people take advantages of glitches in mcc all the time like the aforementioned wilbur glitch and phil's thing in rocket spleef and tommy in sands of time and a dozen other things, especially in hitw because that game is hella scuffed. doesnt really matter chill.

i agree with what wilbur said on his twitter, i honestly dont really care about the ace race thing because shit like thats happened before to the captain in mcc2 and to fundy in mcc-i-forgot-which-one-maybe-10-but-it-happened. and it happened to a lot of people. But i do wish they would admit that scott Did have an advantage and that they're sorry and will fix that for next time.

like watching wisp's vod, im a little bit miffed that scott seemed aware that that would trip people up saying "when you get to the elytra bit, i would recommend going down" of course that 100% doesn't excuse sending hate to scott or any of the winners, fuck right off with that. it's an mc tournament For Fun. no money or glory really, just a coin. this shit shouldn't overshadow the fact that they all performed very well and it shouldnt take away from any of the players'—especially wisp and jimmy since this was their first—win.

but aqua didn't even score first in points, that went to blue. they got second and then beat them in dodgebolt fair and square.

#long post #discourse #negative

[4h4hi]

Pretty sure that's normal, right?

Hermittober 2021 -- Day 1 -- Wings -------------------- Etho's finally completed the No Wings Club! Which is great-- except for the fact that he no longer has an excuse not to use an elytra. (How do all the other hermits do it?!)

Or: Etho realizes-- with Bdubs' help-- that his experiences with elytra might not be the same as everyone else's. -------------------- Cross-posted on Ao3-- link in the notes! --------------------

    To fly, or not to fly. That was the question.

    Etho sighed, shaking his head. It was no use deliberating-- he might as well just get it over with.

    After he reached his thousand days in the No Wings Club, he'd stored an elytra in his enderchest, as well as some rockets-- he didn't need it around his and Iskall's base, thanks to Riptide, but the other hermits were a different matter. Visiting Doc had been a hassle while the club was still ongoing, and with the giant mountains that every hermit on the server seemed to be constructing, it would probably be best to get in back in the elytra routine as soon as possible.

    He shuffled the wings out of his enderchest, shaking them out before inspecting their condition. After ensuring the wings themselves were flying fit, he moved on to the horrible, awful, terrible straps of leather they were attached to, which were unfortunately also in working order. Sighing, he buckled them on-- he'd tried to pad the things before, even tried to etch some sort of feather falling-silk touch combo onto the interiors to make them magically less painful to wear...it'd worked with the surface-level pain from the constant digging into his skin through his vest, at least.

    "Ah! Etho!"

    He turned quickly, gripping the hilt of his sword before relaxing at the familiar sight of his friend's round, googly glasses. "Hey, how's it going, Bdubs?"

    Bdubs grinned brightly, leaning against a tree. "Oh, just fine, just fine. Been doing some work here and there on the Big Eyes shopping district-- ran out here to get a few more spruce logs, you know how it is." He pulled out his axe, tapping the butt of the blade against the trunk-- then paused, intrigued. "Wait a minute... are you wearing an elytra?!"

    "Yeppers." Etho flexed the faux wings experimentally. Good, the locking mechanism was working. "Got my final medal a few weeks ago, figured it was about time to get back into using this."

    Bdubs whistled. "Wow, got 'em dyed and everything already. A few weeks, though? You could wait that long?"

    "Well... 's'not like I really need elytra to get around in the savannah."

    "I guess." Bdubs shrugged-- then hefted his axe, wedging it into the bottom of the tree trunk. "Where are you headed, then?" Thunk. "Kinda"-- thunk-- "middle of nowhere"-- thunk-- he set the axe down, exhaling loudly. "Alright. Don't chop and talk, Bdubs, it's impolite. Where ya headed?"

    Etho shrugged. "Nowhere, really. I was planning on just flying around for a few minutes, getting back into shape, getting used to the whole thing."

    A snort. "Sure... getting used to it."

    "Yeah, well. I gotta make sure I don't fall in public." Etho shot back, perhaps a bit sharper than he should have-- "can't have the people know I'm not an expert."

    Bdubs nodded in mock seriousness-- "right, right. Of course! Gotta keep 'em all fooled." A sigh, a kind grin. "No, I'm just teasin' ya. Go do your flyin', poor old Bdubs'll be here chopping logs."

    Etho chuckled, giving his friend a mock salute before grabbing a firework out of his inventory, pulling the start string, and taking off.

    Flying fireworks were a pretty ingenious invention-- Etho hadn't come up with them himself, of course, but he couldn't help but admire the design. A string attached to a fire-starting strip pulled through the base of the firecracker in order to ignite the gunpowder-- he pulled the string upwards, avoiding the flame, though it wouldn't hurt him through his standard enchanted gloves. (He'd have to customize those later-- dying them like his standard blue ones should be fine if he didn't come up with a better idea.)

    He'd only gone through a few fireworks out of his stack, but he considered that a victory. What had it been, ten minutes? Twelve? Either way, his shoulders were already crying out for mercy; he grimaced underneath his mask, scanning the ground for a good place to land.

    Normally he wouldn't have done his first flight around Bdubs, but... well. It didn't really matter-- his friend was probably having the same struggles, what with his flip-flopping between wearing elytra and going without.

    He should probably tease him about that.

    The forest below was missing... maybe three, four trees compared to before. Etho narrowed his eyes-- Bdubs was striking his axe into a fir next to the small clearing he'd created, completely oblivious to his altudiously advantaged watcher.

    Etho grinned and dived.  

    "Aah! Wh-- Etho!"

    He skidded to a stop in the grass behind Bdubs, twirling the stolen axe in the air with a snicker. "Did I get ya?"

    "Get me? I almost had a heart attack!" Bdubs stomped over, slugging Etho in the shoulder as he swiped at his axe; Etho quickly adjusted so that the axe was held right out of Bdub's reach. "Oh good grief!"

    Etho chuckled deviously. "Oh, sorry, I should hold this down for you, I forgot." He leaned down so that the axe was a few inches above the ground, earning a indignant shout from his friend-- and then dropped it, letting out an involuntary "oof" as his back protested at the motion.

    Bdubs snatched his axe from the ground. "Hah! Serves you right. Old man Etho having back trouble?" he crowed triumphantly-- then paused, pushing up his googly-eye glasses to look at Etho in concern. "Hey, man, are you okay? Do you need to sit down or somethin'?"

    Etho sighed. "No, I... okay, fine." He smacked away Bdubs' arm as the other tried to help him over to the shade of a nearby tree-- thankfully he was still able to stand up this time, at least for the most part. Using the tree to keep himself steady, he unbuckled his elytra before lowering himself to the ground with a pained huff.

    "So," Bdubs started, flopping onto the ground next to him. "You okay, big guy? That was kinda out of nowhere."

    Etho shrugged, then winced, immediately regretting the painful motion. "I mean, it wasn't out of nowhere, was it? It was my first elytra flight of the season. It's always gonna be a little rough, especially since I've gone so long without using one."

    Bdubs frowned, raising an eyebrow. "You were up there for like... five minutes, tops. That shouldn't bother your back enough that you almost fall over."

    "I did not 'almost fall over!'"

    "Did too!"

    Etho rolled his eyes. "Did not. Besides, it was more like ten minutes, right?"

    Bdubs scoffed. "Do you doubt the clock-keeping abilities of the Time King, Etho?"

    "Ah, the Time King. How could I forget." Etho deadpanned.

    "Hey! Stop trying to get me off topic, you... you... ohhh, I know you're laughing at me, stop that!" Despite his protests, Etho did not miss the fact that Bdubs was laughing along. "But... seriously. Does your back hurt often? Like, have you been doing any heavy lifting lately?"

    Etho thought about it for a moment. "Not more than the usual, no. But the pain's been pretty normal, too."

    Bdubs looked at him oddly. "Normal? Like, what's normal for you? Like"-- he tapped his leg, seemingly reaching for the right words-- "like, let's say you've got a scale of one to ten, and one is 'I'm Fine,' five is 'I'm pretty uncomfortable and I might have to not, say, fly as much' and ten is, uh. Bad."

    "Uhh..." Etho snorted. "Like, daily, or..." after seeing Bdubs' affirmative nod, he continued. "Well, back in Season Seven when I was flying a lot more, it was like, a four on a good day?"

    "On a good day."

    "Yeah?" Etho answered, perplexed. "And normally it would be around a five. But nowadays it's been better, what with the No Wings Club. Like, maybe a four or five usually instead of six or seven."

    "Instead of--" Bdubs spluttered. "Etho!"

    "What?" Etho laughed. "That's normal, isn't it? Like, we aren't built for flying like Grian or Pearl are. S'just how the muscles work on most players."

    "And the-- the other pain?! Without flying?!" Bdubs half-shouted.

    Etho pondered this for a moment. "Dunno. Never really thought about it."

    "Never really--" Bdubs covered his face in his hands with a groan. "Etho. My friend. My fellow redstone genius." He looked up at him, a desperate expression on his face. "Do you mean to tell me that you... just... feel pain, all the time, and... you think it's normal?"

    He stared at him. "Is... is it not?"

    Bdubs stared back. "Oh my gosh."

    "What?"

    "You're an idiot."

    "Hey!"

    "No, but seriously!" Bdubs jumped to his feet, pacing back and forth, gesticulating wildly in an attempt to convey his extremely confusing point. "You... feeling pain-- it's not-- it's not supposed to be normal. Does it ever stop? Are you ever-- what d-- the-- you--" He pulled up the bottom of his moss-colored sweater, holding it to his face to muffle his frustrated scream. When he uncovered his head, he looked back over at Etho, who was genuinely surprised at how distraught his friend appeared to be. "Did... we've been friends for forever, Etho. Why didn't you ever tell me-- or Beef, or Doc, or-- or anyone?"

    "I..." He didn't know what to say. "I guess I thought it was normal. And, like, I didn't want to bother anyone."

    "You didn't want to... bother anyone," Bdubs muttered, disbelieving. "About... about... being in pain."

    Etho shrugged, grateful his back had calmed down enough to allow him to move without dying. "I mean, yeah. Like, it's not a big deal, you know? I didn't think anyone would care."

    "I would care!" Bdubs yelled suddenly, desperately putting a hand over his heart, waving the other towards the Boatem village-- "Doc would care! Beef would care! Hell, if you told any of the hermits 'hey, I'm Etho, my back hurts like I crushed it with one of my anvils, sorry to bother you' I bet you fifty diamonds-- no, fifty diamond blocks they would have helped out in a heartbeat! You can't"-- he laughed, exhausted-- "you can't just say 'no one would care!'"

    Etho frowned, staring at nothing in particular. A few leaves fell off a stray oak tree. A squirrel darted through a fallen trunk.

     "Well." He sighed quietly, hauling himself off the ground. "I... I guess I just didn't know it was something I needed to ask about." Stretching quickly, he touched his gloved palms to the pine-needle covered floor, legs straight. "If... if you're mad at me, I--"

    "Mad at you? I'm-- I'm--" Bdubs' face melted as he walked up to Etho, putting his hands on his shoulders-- then grumbling, taking a piece of scaffold out of his inventory, placing it down, climbing on top and trying again. "There. Equal height. But"-- he took a deep breath. "Etho, I'm not mad at you. I just... I'm worried! You... you're my friend, Etho. I don't want you to be in pain, and-- and it makes me feel awful that I didn't notice you were hurting sooner."

    Etho stared at him for a moment, taken aback. "Oh."

    Bdubs snorted. "Yeah! 'Oh,' he says, 'oh.' C'mere, stupid." He pulled Etho into a tight, quick hug, then let him go, looking at him with watery eyes. "Oh, you."

    Etho grinned. "Who, me?"

    "Yes, you, stupid!" A pause-- then a sigh. "Ah, I'm just kiddin'. Love ya, buddy."

    A snort. "Love you too."

    ...

    "By the way, you'd better talk to Stress about this later."

    "Uh... nice talking to you, Bdubs, real-- real good talking to you, but I gotta"-- Etho shuffled through his inventory, grabbing an enderpearl-- "uh, gotta go." He lobbed it... somewhere. Hopefully not in a lava pool.

    "Uh-huh! Sure!" Bdubs yelled after him, even as he vwoop'ed to his new location. "Yeah, I'll call her myself if I have to! You'd better watch out, I bet she makes house calls!"

    Etho chuckled as he started at a leisurely pace towards home. He'd talk to Stress about it at some point. Maybe. Probably. Bdubs' threat didn't hold any water.

    Hopefully.

#hermitcraft #hermittober #ethoslab #bdoubleo100 #soggy words

[give-grian-rights]

Bets Against The Void Ch4

I DID AS I SAID I WOULD.

@petrichormeraki

Chapter 1

The Chapter Before

The Next Chapter

Crossposted on AO3

Full fic bellow! content warning for trauma, relating to  the Festival.

By the time they had managed to leave Looky Looky at My Cookie, being around the two teens felt like a hurricane. When Stress managed to convince the two to get something to eat- not that cookies and cake were exactly a healthy breakfast- that certainly hadn’t slowed them down from bouncing off the walls.

Though wary at first, Tommy couldn’t get himself to turn down free goods, without even being accused of stealing. While Grian had been digging through an enderchest, finding payment for the goods, Tommy and pulled Tubbo along to gawk at the builds.

“I don’t fucking get it! Why don’t you guys just, steal shit? I don’t see anyone here to stop that! Or- what’s stopping someone from griefing?” Tommy turned, eyes narrowed on the short brunette woman.

Stress merely tilted her head, brows knitted together in confusion. “We’re a whitelist server, Love! Of course none of us would steal. We’re on a mooshroom island, so we don’t have any worries about any creepers or the like, either.” She had explained, much to the boy’s frustration.

“Yeah, but if someone wanted to, they could just fuckin’ come here and steal! I mean, why would anyone care? Or how would you even notice, you all seem loaded.” He scoffed in frustration.

Tubbo, at his side, laughed. “That’s the coolest part, Tommy! They don’t worry about that! That’s why, like, they’re so cool! No one disrupts eachother or steals, so people can just..Work, and do crazy shit!” They gawked, clapping their hands as they bounced in place.

“I’ve always meant to go back and explore one of the replica worlds you guys put out. The fact that after you’re all finished, you just- put out the code? So others can make replicas of just- such intimate places? And experience it and walk through it? That’s so cool.” Tubbo finally stopped, having nearly ran out of breath.

That earned a flustered laugh out of Stress, nodding along. “Oh, I agree. I only got to join the Hermits two worlds back, on Hermitcraft Five! Me and Zedaph- oh, is he a something- were the new Hermits up until Grian finally joined us, last world.” 

“New Hermit is definitely a heavy torch to carry,” Grian would chirp in, emerging from the shop. “Gotta commit as much chaos as physically possible. Make a good name for yourself.” The brit finished with a wolfish grin, unruly bangs falling past grey, almost purple eyes that glanced between the teens.

“He’s got a point,” Stress snorted, nodding. “If you’re ever bored during your stay, no Hermit are short on stories. Anywho, Grian, you got the spending diamonds for the two?” She turned towards the man- not even a hair taller than herself.

“Yep, of course. Here you two go, I don’t have all my diamonds on me, but this should help cover just about whatever you need.” Pulling out the diamond icon from his tablet, he dropped a numbered amount to both, being deposited into their system. “W- what!” Tubbo exclaimed, pulling out a diamond from their system. “Surely not. Is my tablet reading this right? A stack of diamonds?” They gawked, clutching onto the jewel.

Tommy merely screeched, pressing his tablet against his chest. “Holy fucking SHIT-”

“Jeez does this feel like a language moment-” another voice chimed.

The boy went rigid. Tommy’s head snapping in the direction, as Tubbo nearly jumped out of their skin in surprise. Stood by an igloo- out of place in the clashing mycelium-grass island- was an equally odd man.

Platinum white hair held back(mostly) by a well-worn black headband, a silver plate on the front reading off NHO. A faded, dull green- littered with patches, pins, and buttons- and most unnerving, a black mask covering most of their face. And- most notably- was the pair of slick, glistening snowy owl wings sprawled behind them.

The white-haired figure paused, shifting their weight awkwardly. “Uh, hi.” The guy gave a small wave, expression unreadable past mismatched black-and-red eyes. The man’s hair barely even allowed for those to be viewable- aiding in his masquerade, made the combination of mask-and-bangs shield most of the visible emotion from the newcomers.

“Hey, Etho!” Grian chirped, pleasantly pleased by the appearance of the shady figure. For some reason that Tommy, yet again, doesn’t quite understand, Tubbo gasps.

“Holy- you’re Etho? Like, Ethos Lab?  Oh, oh Void, I spent so much time watching so many of your old redstone videos! It’s what got me so interested in it!” They grinned. 

Oh Prime, who doesn’t this place have? Tommy scoffed at the thought, eyes narrowing on the figure. What’s with the scary mask people always being the ones getting popular, and shit- 

“Oh, thanks. Always happy to hear, there’s always a use for more redstone users. Uh, looks like you got a bit of a tour going on?” The man- Etho, turned towards Grian and Stress. 

“Yep! We wanted to check in on them, I know you heard from the announcement the run down.” Stress grinned, glancing towards the teens. “These two are Tommy and Tubbo. Glad to see you have some idea about Etho, already. He’s always bound to be around somewhere.” 

Tommy scoffed, eyeing the man, a few inches shy of his own height. “Hi, and shit.” He sniffed, crossing his arms.

Etho shuffled in place, nodding. “Uh, yeah. Language, by the way.” He sheepishly huffed, running a hand through his hair. “Welcome, for however long you guys stay. ..And if I may recommend, make sure you head down to Shade-E E’s. Quick profits all around.” He added, pointing with his thumb behind him, towards the dark mansion.

The blond kid raised a brow, tilting his head.  Prime, what is up with this guy.  “Excuse me?” Tommy scoffed.

Grian groaned, rolling his eyes. “Etho. Please. The amount of glass i’ve picked up coming out of the District portal.” He glared pointedly towards the man.

“Mhmm..I don’t see what there is to be so upset over. I think I'm providing a very generous service, to our server.” He snickered, quirking an eyebrow.

Pointedly sending a scolding glare towards Etho, Stress turned towards the two teens. “C’mon, now. Mind that Mr. Ice Queen, now.” She huffed, fondness seeping into her voice.

“I know when I’m unwanted,” Etho chuckled, holding up gloved hands in mock-defense. See you two ‘round. You too, Tubbo, Tommy.” He’d nod towards each person as he named them, before a rocket was summoned to his hand. And, he was off with a trail of smoke.

At the poof and small bang from the minor explosive was all it took for an incident to form. Tubbo cringed, visibly flinching before they curled in on themself, ducking their head down as their arms clung around their head, their ears covered.

Tommy, on the otherhand, nearly jumped a foot in the air before throwing himself on Tubbo.  The two went tumbling to the ground with a huff. 

The two Hermits shot up, turning towards the teens. “Oh Gord, hey, it’s okay, those were just flight duration rockets! They can’t do a thing. Etho’s gone, now.” Grian dropped down next to them, brows pinched in concern. 

“We promise, it’s alright! We all use rockets like that. It’s alright, see? Everything’s fine. No hermit would do a thing to purposefully scare you, like that.” Stress chirped in, her heart sinking at the thought of two kids being so terrified at a simple firework.

Tommy pulled his head away from the crook of Tubbo’s neck, glaring harshly at the adults. Distrust was obvious in his blue eyes, before he untangled himself, pulling up Tubbo with him. “Why the fuck would he need fireworks? He had fucking wings.”

The Hermits exchanged a gaze for a moment, before Grian held up his hands pacifyingly. “That was just an elytra. They take the form most fitting for the wearer, at the moment. Stress marked him the Ice Queen of the season, since he owns that Ice shop,” He’d point with his thumb behind him, at a snowy igloo with an Ice sign above it. “So, he had snow-themed wings. Last world, my Elytra wings were small and white feathers. Rockets boost them, since Elytras can only glide.” Grian explained patiently.

“..Right. Sorry- I- Uh. I didn’t realize he had an Elytra.. S-Should’ve expected the rocket, if I knew.” Tubbo sheepishly laughed it off, their head dipped down.

The correlation between the splattered, sparked burn scars scattered across their face, and their reaction, wasn’t lost on the Hermits. 

There was a brief silence between the four, the blond boy’s arm wrapped tightly around the other teen’s.

“So- what are your wings, now?” Tubbo eventually asked, breaking the tense pause.

Grian made a noise of understanding. “Ah, yeah, I have parrots wings, now! Scarlet Macaw. Red’s the primary color. They’re a good bit bigger than last season’s elytra, since that one was chicken based.”

“Chicken based?” Tommy scoffed, cocking an eyebrow as he eyed the short, young-looking man.

“Yes, that was his whole thing. The Hermits still tease him for it. Mine are floral-based and skeletal, when I wear them.” Stress chirped, her tone warm. With a swipe of her holographic tablet, wings were equipped to her back. 

Indeed, they were as described. A frame of skeletal bones, a light, magenta glistening aura surrounding them. Moss, and large flowers clung to the wings. How exactly she flew with them was beyond anything Tommy knew- or was willing to take the time to understand.

“We won’t be using them, since- you two don’t have any. But it is about time we discuss what your plans are. Has your server’s admin sent any updates?” Grian switched subjects, glancing between the teens.

A tense energy still surrounded them, as Tubbo fidgetted and gripped onto the fabric at the bottom of their shirt.

“No,” Tommy scoffed, pulling his Communicator into his free hand. “The bastard hasn’t said a word.” The boy practically growled out the words, in frustration. 

“Alright,” Grian said easily. “Then we figure out what you two want to do.”

“There’s a lot of spare builds. Keralis, real close to here, has a whole big city. There’s a hotel there. It’s not empty, but it is.. Overwhelming, and a bit much. There are also Hermits starter bases.” Stress explained, trying to lay out the options for the two.

Tommy scowled, while Tubbo looked- well, spaced. Easily the quietest either Hermit had seen them, so far. This only added to their concern.

“I have my starter base. No Hermit would bother you, but it’s close enough that we can drop off supplies, and you’d be able to reach others if you need help. Both of you could have anything I left in those chests, Gord knows I have more than enough resources.” Grian offered, glancing between the teens.

“The spawn room was fine, Mr. Grian.” Tubbo cringed, tilting their head towards the builder.

Grian persisted, gently shaking his head. “No, it isn’t. There isn’t the supplies to really just- let you guys sustain, there.” He grimaced, before manifesting the spruce boat icon into his hand. “Hobbit hole with everything in it going to you two, or empty hotel room with no elevator.” He’d offer.

The pair were quiet for a moment, before Tommy groaned. “Fine. Hermithole, or whatever.” 

Nodding along, Grian trailed off towards shore. “Alright, we have a short journey ahead of us, then. And then you two can decide if you want to settle there and make do with what’s stored, or come back on your own accord for more. I won’t make either of you stick around for much longer.”

“Good.” Tommy grumbled, pulling back out his own boat.

Both groups were soon in their boats, and once more, were off into the ocean.

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