#hermit tubbo au

[dying-acc-idk-man]

i like how im not doing the main thing of the au but it doesnt matter have this

#cub be like [swears in front of tubbo sometimes] #and then scar is like [thats what she says jokes] but by purpose and or accident #sleepy floral hermit au #dingus art

[m0ther-of-p3arl]

NEW CAMP HERMIT WE HIT 100K WORDS!!!!

holy shit. i have never written anything this long before. holy shit. im a little bit in shock??? this is so cool to me alksdjflksdjflksdjflksdj

#author felix strikes again #camp hermit au #mentioned xisuma #eret #katherine elizabeth #owengejuicetv #ggacho #tubbo #krowfang #watermunch #mentioned ethoslab #slimecicle

[votederpycausemufins]

I'm finally back with another chapter of the hermit tommy fic, Surprisingly Familiar, after months of writers block caused by depression (among other things). A full explanation is found in the notes of the Ao3 version. A link to that is featured in the masterpost of the fic which itself is linked on the masterpost of my writing that's pinned to my blog (a lil complicated, but it keeps things organized)

I am also willing to talk to people on discord if people want. The main server I'm a part of is the Daily Grumbot server. I won't give a link since tumblr doesn't like posts with external links, so just go look for the post at dailygrumbot.tumblr.com!

With that, reminder that the hermit tommy au was created by @petrichormeraki and also anything suspiciously specific said by hels!techno might have some meaning to it, and enjoy the story!

Techno was put in charge of helping carry Doc around. Out of the group, he was the needed balance of being able to lift someone or something that heavy as well as having good mobility. Also Doc didn’t seem to want to be helped if his amount of hissing was anything to go by. 

While his missing cybernetics didn’t remove a leg or anything, his missing arm was heavier than his remaining one, so it was more of a difference compared to when he lost his original one. That paired with also losing his eye at the same time made him both unbalanced and without depth perception. They originally tried to let him walk on his own, but Doc instead quickly managed to start falling to the side before crashing into a wall after dealing with the uneven, vine-covered ground. So he was carried.

Without needing to focus on trying to keep upright, Doc instead was left to start mumbling to himself. It was a mix of various languages he knew, but for the most part in ones the others didn’t understand. And even with what they could understand every once and a while, it still wasn’t enough to know what exactly it was about. But at the very least, it seemed to be that he had some theory on what was causing this. Probably.

But they couldn’t really slow down to try and get an answer out of Doc. With what they had found earlier in the treehouse base and the strange animalistic noises they heard when finding Doc, the remaining members of the group knew they needed to keep moving.

“You know, if we can’t get answers from Doc, we might have to circle back.” Techno spoke up.

“We’ll have to circle back sooner or later. It’s not like we have a lot of space.” Mumbo replied, gesturing above them. They were still in the large dome of vines, which seemed to keep them mostly safe from the vines themselves, but whatever monster was around was a different story.

“Yeah, I get that.” Techno huffed. “The thing is, while I can carry Doc around better than most of you. I still can’t do it forever. So it might be nice if we head back or someone else tries carrying him.”

Since Mumbo had been the one to reply to Techno, everyone else used that as a bit of an opportunity to move a little bit faster and let it seem like Mumbo moved closer to offer. Once he realized, the redstoner sputtered a bit before relenting and taking Doc from Techno. The hand off didn’t go quiet so well, Mumbo nearly collapsing when he was given the brunt of Doc’s weight, but he recovered quickly and managed to carry him rather well.

“I guess carrying robots all day builds muscles, eh mate?” Phil asked, hoping to lighten the mood a bit.

“I suppose that’s part of it. But moving blocks around for building and redstone helps some too I would think.” Mumbo suggested, though it only got a shrug.

“I thought building wasn’t really your thing. I thought others did that.”

“We all do a little bit of everything.” Xisuma spoke up, though his voice was a little muffled from the vines over his helmet. “Mumbo tends to work more on the redstone side of things, but he’s not stuck there. And he does better at building than Grian at redstone.”

Phil laughed a bit at that before conceding. “Yeah, I guess that makes sense. Plus redstone’s not all that practically useful if it’s not built somewhere, huh? Can’t really be a door if there’s no building for it.”

“I mean I can still share the designs.” Mumbo huffed a little, his mustache turning into a frown, which simply drew more laughter from Phil, up until Paul, who had been quiet that whole time, shushed them all.

Everyone stopped, not saying a word, even trying to breathe as little as possible. They stood still other than adjusting their feet to best stay in a still position as well as ready to run or fight if necessary. Sounds that were distinctly not from the group came from the foliage around them, the question was if some creature was making them, or if it was simply some sort of breeze through the leaves.

Just as it looked like they were safe enough to keep moving, Doc hissed loudly, and then the creature Xisuma had seen before pounced from some bushes and other nearby greenery. Phil was the first to react, not as burdened by vines as the others. He slashed at the creature with a sword before it tried swiping its claws at him, barely being blocked by the sword in time.

Techno jumped in to help, attacking the creature from behind, hitting it with his axe, which ended up being rather ineffective. In the bit of stunned surprise that caused Techno, the creature swiped at him with enough force to knock him away and onto the ground. 

Since he had only just handed Doc off, Tech was already feeling a little exhausted. That and the fact that the creature seemed to be affected by combat differently made everyone worry. One of their remaining fighters was practically out for the count and they still didn’t know what would happen if any of them died. 

Before the creature could attack once more, Paul ran in, not with a sword or anything, but just slamming into the thing with his body. The group was still close to the edge of the dome of vines, close enough that with that attack, the creature broke through the wall of vegetation. Though it also seemed to be a sort of foe to Doc, the vines didn’t seem to care and also started wrapping and restraining the creature, it trying to escape its growing prison.

While the group was thankful that the jungle was taking that thing away, they were not so pleased that in getting the creature that far, Paul had to do the same. The vines also attempted to pull him away, likely to trap him with all the others that had been taken.

Xisuma was the first to try and drag him back, Techno and Phil still recovering while Mumbo dealt with Doc. Still, with Xisuma already being so covered that his breathing was hindered, the most he caused was that now the both of them were being dragged in.

Just as Phil rushed to help, there was a yelp from Mumbo as Doc had escaped his grip and rushed as best he could to Xisuma and Paul, hissing loudly. Everyone braced themselves on instinct, ready for an explosion, but it thankfully never came. The vines receded and let the pair go, allowing them to leave the edge of the dome and drag Doc with them.

“Holy fuck, what here you thinking?!” Phil shouted at Doc. “Were you trying to get some of us killed?!”

Doc just sat on the ground quietly, Mumbo and Xisuma both worried for their friend, but unnerved with how vulnerable he seemed. Doc wasn’t even mumbling or hissing any answer, just being completely quiet. 

“Fine, I guess we’ll just rest here. Hopefully whatever you did didn’t also give that thing a chance to possibly escape and attack us again.”

“Phil, calm down.” Techno tried to speak up. “Whatever he did worked. We don’t need to dwell on a what if right now.”

“I can’t calm down right now. We have been stuck in this whole thing for who knows how long and we’re going to be here for who the hell knows much longer. And while I would love to leave, I also don’t want it turning into a giant waste of time because someone almost screwed it up for all of us!”

“Can’t die here.” Came a mumble and everyone looked towards Doc. “They won’t…” Doc continued before it devolved into hisses.

“Doc, we can’t understand that last bit.” Xisuma spoke up, making Doc quiet again. “While he shouldn’t be yelling, Phil does have the slight point about how we should try and find a way out of this quickly. What you know would help a good deal.”

After a moment, Doc looked at his right arm, at least what little was left of it, as well as moved the stump. While the message that there was something related to his missing arm involved, Paul was the one to provide more context. “What’s Dinnerbone got to do with this?”

“Wait, you’re saying he really lost his arm to Dinnerbone?” Techno piped up. “Bruh, that’s kind of cool to hear.”

“If I recall correctly from what Doc has said, the two fought and Doc won, and as a sort of revenge, Dinnerbone just removed his arm.”

“Sounds like a sore loser.” Phil joked, having calmed down a little bit with the discussion helping to find a solution as opposed to running around more. “Is this all supposed to be more revenge?”

Doc shook his head, speaking again, but in a language none of them understood all that well. Still, the little information already given was a clue. They just needed to figure out what it meant.

“So,” Techno spoke up first. “Is this being caused by at least one of the gods?” It was that or it was supposed to be revenge by something else, which could have been the case, but was unlikely. And with Doc nodding, then of course it was the first idea.

“Is it still revenge?” Mumbo asked next. “You said it wasn’t more revenge, but maybe… another one got upset?”

“You think multiple gods could be upset at him?” Phil asked incredulously.

“I interacted with Notch, Dinnerbone was on the Mindcrack server a few times, Herobrine is a hermit as well as one of the Deaths.” Paul paused before adding on one more piece of evidence. “And also there’s Etho.”

Mumbo also jumped in before Phil could say more, looking like he might try to refute it. “Doc also has a knack for breaking the laws of the universe simply because he can. While most of it is taken well… I wouldn’t be surprised if something wasn’t.”

“Okay, fine, divine punishment. What for?” Phil conceded, looking at Doc, but was really fine with anyone answering. What he didn’t expect was Doc to nod and manage an answer, simply repeating “punish”. “Well… that’s just great.”

“So… punishment for something. The question is what for.” Mumbo spoke up, rubbing his chin before then asking. “It’s not due to another fight you had, right? Because then that would be the revenge we already said it couldn’t be. So, is it for any of your… disruptive redstone?”

Doc shook his head, doing the same when he was asked if it had any connection to the hivemind Doc had mentioned here and there. From there, there was a bit of sidetracked conversation with Techno comparing Doc’s hivemind to his chat and Phil’s crows. But eventually, they got back on topic.

“So, if it’s not any of those other things, what exactly could they punish you for?” Xisuma asked, and then everyone was quiet to let Doc respond, but he didn't. “Doc, whatever it is, we can’t help unless you tell us. It may be bad, but if we want to-“ 

Xisuma was stopped as Doc finally spoke up. “Knowledge.”

“What?”

“Know… shouldn’t.” Doc tried explaining, but only half the words could be understood. “…punish too…”

“That’s not great.” Phil huffed. “It’s something you’re in trouble for knowing, forbidden knowledge or some shit, so we can’t help out since we can’t know what it’s about?”

Doc agreed with Phil’s explanation, which had Mumbo place a reassuring hand on Doc’s shoulder. “Doc, I’m sorry that we can’t help you with that part… but if The Jungle was your punishment for… whatever it was, it already happened.”

“He’s right.” Paul spoke up, looking back towards Doc from where he stood leading the group along. “It seems this is about you worrying about the secret slipping and everyone else getting punished, but here we are, surrounded by that happening, probably to a greater extent than it would actually be, and you’re still tight lipped. I think that means you wouldn’t let it slip.”

Doc nodded in agreement, but the group could tell he didn’t fully agree. “Want to… though…” Doc spoke, careful with his words this time to make sure they could all be understood.

“Sorry, that’s not something we can really help you with.” Techno spoke up, the tone of his voice more lighthearted to try and lighten the mood at least a little. “Phil’s already a dinosaur, so Paul must be just as old, plus he knows some of the gods for better or worse.”

“I belong in a museum.” Paul responded, with a tone of voice that implied some sort of inside joke, especially with Phill laughing and even Doc managing a weak laugh.

“Whatever. What I’m saying is he might somehow know what you’re having trouble with. And if not him, then someone else. It can’t be everyone is off limits, right?”

“If not me, someone else from your server?” Paul suggested. “If it’s godly punishment, then for someone safe you might want to talk with I-”

He was cut off by a hiss from Doc, loud enough that no one could tell what Paul said, at least until he apologized and spoke again. “Sorry, I’m uh,,, bad at remembering chosen names it seems. Joe I believe then.”

With that mention, Doc nodded, and everyone took that as the answer to what had been said, not realizing that it was less of a mistake and more of an excuse.

“Even if you can’t talk with any of them, it doesn’t mean you can’t talk to anyone at all.” Xisuma then said, hoping to give a suggestion. “Even though you can’t talk about it directly, you can still voice your worries. Being direct could get you hurt, which is a reasonable fear, but hopefully being indirect won’t get you in trouble. And now that we know the… safe information, you could come to me or Mumbo, or any of the other hermits. Though they would need a summary of what we’ve learned. Not to say we learned what you’re being punished for!” Xisuma quickly corrected at the mention of learning making Doc hiss.

“I think what they’re all trying to say.” Phil spoke up. “Is that there’s ways to get around the whole di-vine punishment and still talk about your feelings so it doesn’t screw you up on the inside. Because keeping it all close to the chest could hurt you.”

That seemed to be what finally got to Doc, because as he nodded, the vines started to disappear, followed by just about everything else around them, before being replaced by the next false reality they would have to go through.

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Everyone was still silent from Grian’s question. No one was sure exactly what to say, though for wildly different reasons. One thing that was certain was that Death, any of them, having an interest in you, likely wasn’t a good thing. 

Sahn, who had been the only one making noise with some humming, finally clued in and spoke up first. “Oh wait? Was that question for me? Sorry, I didn’t realize. …Um, what was it again? I already forgot.” 

“I uh…” Grian nervously started, unsure now with the shift of tone in the room. “I don’t exactly know who this ‘Warrior’ is. I’ve heard about him a few times, but not enough details. And so I want to know who he is and what exactly is going on.”

“Oh, that first part is easy!” Sahn smiled, cheering up quickly. “He’s officially known as The Warrior of Death! He’s got another name too but I’m not allowed to use it. He’s one of… two? Or wait was it four… I think it was four deaths. But I help him out! And have been since I died.” Despite Grian not liking Sam and not knowing too much about Sahn, he still winced at the mention that Sahn was indeed, and had indeed, died. “I forget exactly why. I think there was something weird. Maybe something about… tents? No… hurts… no it was… somewhere in the middle. Anyway! He wanted me to find you for some reason! I don’t know why because you have Sally, and what should have been enough.”

Grian tensed at the mention of his recently acquired pet chicken, now questioning if there was more to the animal. “And how would she have been ‘enough’?”

“Well my boss really likes chickens. Oh, and other similarly related animals! He can know what just about any of them see. Wait is it any, or all? Maybe both? I don’t remember.”

‘This is probably just because of your current time stuff.’ Astrid signed. She had no clue if that was the case or not, but it was better to come up with an excuse just in case.

“Yeah, she’s probably right.” Flora agreed. “Maybe he’s just wondering why a new death kid just appeared.”

Sahn looked like he wanted to disagree with that, but was stopped as Silski walked through him and picked Grian up. “This isn’t going anywhere. You’re coming with me to an… emergency meeting.”

Grian just kicked at Silski. “First put me the hell down, second, what are you even talking about?”

After a moment, Grian was put back down, though with a huff from Silski. “I’m in a team with a few people. We call ourselves the council. One of the people included is your mom. Other than the actual Deaths, she’ll probably know the most about this. Unlike this ghost.” And Silski attempted to gesture to Sahn, but had no clue where the ghost was and did so in the wrong direction.

“Wait what d'ya mean his mum? I thought he was like, Grifter’s cousin? Though I also think I heard Eepr say he was a clone.” Toob was the one speaking up.

“Uh, well I was supposed to pretend to be some sort of relative, but Flora figured out quickly and so I just didn’t bother?” Grian admitted sheepishly, Flora butting in a moment later.

“Yeah I didn’t know about faking it. But enough has already happened in this world, so one more thing isn’t all that surprising.”

“Well I don’t care.” Silski grumbled. “Are you coming with me or not?”

“Sure…” Grian replied hesitantly. He wanted some sort of explanation. There was already enough going on and enough unanswered questions that he wanted some of them to be answered. That being said, the possibility of seeing his mum felt off. Some of it probably came from the fact that this wouldn’t be his actual mother. But it also might be the simple fact that… he didn’t remember her at all. Grian still had a few memories he was clinging onto of his brothers and dad, but his mum was a different story. She was barely ever around due to her ‘job’. That, mixed with Grian having been so young and it having been so long, he honestly didn’t remember what she looked like, how she sounded, what she was like at all. He would know this warped copy of her better than his own mother.

As Silski started to leave, Grian followed, Astrid managing to tell him that she and Flora would keep in contact with their comms. It reassured Grian a bit, which helped, though when he turned back, Silski had gotten pretty far already. 

Grumbling a bit, Grian flew to catch up with the sculk hybrid, nearly face planting into the ground when he landed. “The offer to get carried still stands.” Silski piped up. “Last time I am though, because honestly I’d like to stay away from you and your smell.”

Grian accepted, though instead of being actually carried, he instead perched himself on Silski’s shoulders, which apparently stunk less to him. “Okay I know I tried cleaning myself up when we got back from getting the stuff on my wings checked out, I shouldn’t smell that bad.”

Silski was quiet for a moment, trying to think of what to say that also wouldn’t reveal the secret Astrid had told him. “For all we know, whatever time magic sent you here is ender based. Which is weird since that’s almost impossible to find in pretty much any world, but what else would explain it?”

Grian was pretty sure that by any world, Silski meant the worlds of this reality, not the one he and Grifter were from. Which could make sense if whatever was annoying Silski was unique to the other world he had recently come from and why here and there, the sculk hybrid had mentioned the smell not being as bad. Still, he mentioned that Sense apparently smelled, so what did that mean for him? Just another question to ponder, Grian supposed. In fact, he could even ask about that. “So wait, then what about Sense?”

“Ugh, him. I’m not exactly sure why he smells like death and rotting and whatnot, which makes you seem a whole lot better in comparison. But even ignoring that, I can’t say I’m a fan of him. In the short time he’s been here, Sense has been a prick to me. I didn’t think I did anything wrong, and he sure won’t explain if I ask. I have some guesses, but those might not even be right.”

“Some people can just be assholes.” Grian replied, but then thought about it more. In a world where Taurtis was gone, he had found Perfect Sense. They had been together and seemed madly in love with each other and even had kids. And here was someone saying how bad Sense actually was. Or probably was. He didn’t really know either of the two well enough to know who had more of a point. And, if he did end up the same way, like Grifter, would he potentially turn a blind eye for love? Not if it was really bad, right?

“I can hear your brain going at full steam.” Silski spoke and pulled Grian out of his thoughts, which he realized were probably being spurred on by his audience. “Oh good, that worked. I’ve been trying to talk to you for a while.”

And Grian found that they were already approaching the cottages where Flora had taken him to when she dragged him along while visiting her mum. He hadn’t realized he had zoned out that badly, but Silski also seemed to move pretty fast, so that also probably helped with how short it felt.

He shivered a bit, ready to go into the hopefully warm cabins, only for Silski to walk right past them. Grian complained, but was threatened to be thrown in the snow, so he reluctantly kept quiet. Finally, they reached a bit of a clearing, but nothing really seemed to be there. Which was even more frustrating since Silski stopped moving. Grian still waited a moment, but when nothing happened, he started to say that it all seemed to be a waste of time. Unfortunately, before he could continue, Silski yanked Grian off his shoulders and into his arms before essentially throwing Grian into the middle of the clearing. 

Grian yelped at being thrown, before quickly wrapping his wings around him to help brace for impact. He hoped the snow would also help, and it seemed it did because when Grian did land on the ground, it didn’t hurt at all. It was really cold, but didn’t hurt. But, when he went to sit up and yell at Silski, he found it hard as the snow seemed to have swallowed his wings. Enough snow to weigh them down and make them hard to lift. As he tugged to pull one of his wings free, his audience was suddenly pointing out that his wings weren’t the only things the snow was covering. 

The amount of times Grian had seen quicksand be mentioned in stories had made him assume it would be more common that it was in everyday life. Suddenly finding himself being swallowed up by quick snow made him try to think over what had happened in all those stories. Unfortunately , all he could come up with was people grabbing onto nearby vines. He wasn’t really in a vine filled forest. And there weren’t even any branches due to them being in a clearing.

Grian ultimately resolved himself to the fact he had been betrayed. He was probably going to die, though thankfully it wasn’t going to be permanently. Unless, of course, Silski had planned ahead. As the cold started to become so unbearable that it hurt, Grian figured he would just have to see when he died. And then he fell onto some wool.

Silski fell down from the ceiling a few seconds later, though he landed on his feet. “Come on, we still need to get to the meeting room.”

Grian didn’t move from the floor, just staring up at Silski. “I’m not dead, right?”

Silski huffed before yanking Grian to his feet. “No. It’s a secret entrance through the snow. There’s others around that are traps to trip people up, so don’t go telling people how to find this place.”

“I thought you guys just met out in the open?” Grian said, recalling when he had first seen the group.

“Yeah, that’s for the public club stuff.” And Silski led Grian down the halls of what seemed like some sort of old structure. “Sure, that’s fun and all, but really, we tend to focus on stuff like this.”

Silski gestured, before cursing and realizing that they were still on the wrong side of a door, which he then led them through, and showed the place off again, though with a little less grandeur. Still, despite that, the room definitely looked amazing to Grian. The room was still clearly the room of the old structure, but at the same time it had been updated in a way. Banners hung to the walls proudly and torches held in what looked like sconces adorned the walls. In the center of the room was a strange table. There was a large wooden disk on top to make it into a table, but the base seemed to be something else. 

Curiosity getting the best of him, Grian moved to the table and lifted the disk, staring at the dark magic in the center and the sort of scarlet colored hints accenting it, looking like stars covering the sky. Before he could admire anymore, a hand slammed down in the disk, nearly pinching Grian’s fingers. Grian looked up to see who had done that and found a girl glaring daggers at him. He assumed she would be frowning if it weren’t for the bubble gum she was blowing, which made him flinch when it popped. But he didn’t seem to be the only one startled by the noise as a hiss came from his left. 

Grian took a step back at seeing a creeper, not dealing with them all that much so far, but knowing what they could cause. However, after a moment when it didn’t explode, Grian realized that it was actually a hybrid rather than an actual creeper, and also they had a lot of cats with them.

“Oh come on!” Bubblegum girl glared at the creeper. “How are you still flinching at that?”

“Y-you did it t-too soon.” The creeper shuddered out, almost like they were still cold despite how warm the room was compared to the temperature outside, or should it be considered above? “I d-didn’t get a ch-chance to process it.”

“I duh duh duh- that’s what you sound like. You’re still just a little cry baby.” Grian, though the insults weren’t pointed at him, still winced at them since they were coming from an unfamiliar person that could potentially turn to him at any second.

“F-fuck you.” The words sounded more confident than the stutter would imply. “I got in here j-just like everyone else. And I d-didn’t get a f-free pass, like s-some people.” And then their gaze turned to Grian, also being a glare, which did not help Grian’s confidence with being there. And Silski had yet to say a word, so he didn’t expect the sculk hybrid to speak up and tell them to back off. But someone did.

“Leave him alone. Unlike everyone else, as you are comparing him to, it seems like he wasn’t here willingly.” And Grian looked to see another person enter the room, someone both familiar and not. Someone, though he had forgotten the face of, he could still remember that it was different. His mother, or this version of her at least.

“Speaking of.” Silski now spoke up. “I’ve got answers to your questions about that, as well as a bit more. But the simple answer is that Grian is apparently just Grifter from the past.”

“The simple answer?” The alternate version of his mother asked, and Grian wondered if she could tell he wasn’t the real Grifter. It was probably because of his wings. Grifter apparently made his look more like the real one’s, so maybe he could pretend the opposite?

“Well, he wanted me to pretend otherwise to try and keep things simple. Who knows what someone might want out of the possibility of time travel. So he helped with changing my appearance to really throw people off.”

“I see.” Was the answer before his not mum looked over at bubblegum girl. “Ekke, I believe you had wanted clarification on something?”

Elle popped another bubble before sitting up in her chair. “Yeah. We saw him before. I think he saw us too, but didn’t come running over even though you two said he went missing for a couple of years when he was like this, right?”

“W-we were really y-young then.” The creeper spoke up. “He pr-probab-bly wasn’t sure i-if it was us.”

“Okay fine, whatever.” She chewed loudly and leaned back in her seat, the chair teetering on its back legs. “If ya don’t remember their names, they’re Euro and Krys.”

“Ekke!”

“Whaaat? Just make it quick for the kid so Sil can actually start the meeting.”

Silski sighed before moving Grian to sit in Silski’s chair before the sculk hybrid propped his arms up on the backing. “The main reason we’re here is that someone outside of Grian’s immediate family seems to be taking an interest in things, which could lead to some extra insight on Grian appearing, but could also be cause for concern. Grian’s here to supplement any information I haven’t pieced together from the rumor mill as well as be a sort of… well, not lie detector exactly. But you know what I mean.”

“Uh, I don’t.” Grian spoke up, before being silenced as Silski reached a hand down before covering Grian’s face to shush him. That worked all of two seconds before Grian shoved the hand away and then sulked in the chair.

“S-so… your m-mention of n-non imme-“ Euro wasn’t able to finish his sentence before Silski started to answer. Grian thought it was a bit rude for a moment before noticing Euro didn’t seem upset by it, so maybe it was a normal thing.

“Yes I did mean it was still about someone in your extended family. It seems to be Death. The other one of course.”

Grian watched as Krys clapped a hand to her mouth before slowly lowering it at Silski’s added clarification. “Oh. That’s… strange. You’re sure it’s him?”

“Considering Grian’s got a chicken following him around plus someone saying they literally work for the guy, I’m fairly certain.”

“Lovely…” Krys sighed, rubbing her temples before pausing to pick a cat up off of the floor and hand it to Euro in a fashion that seemed like it was a common action. And it seemed helpful since Euro had not reacted well to the confirmation.

“Is he okay?” Grian asked the group in general, concerned about his… pseudo brother? He guessed that was probably the best way to describe Euro, though he obviously wouldn’t say it aloud.

“Right, you wouldn't know about it, would you?” Silski spoke up. “Did Fleur and Astrid at least tell you about how people get into this world?” Grian thought it over, thinking Flora may have made some small comment about it. But apparently needing to take that long to answer was an answer of its own. “Alright, who wants to explain?”

“I will.” Ekke raised a hand. “So before you were admin, we had this asshole named Nightmare. He said the place was open to just about anyone to join, but to make sure the place wasn’t completely flooded, there was a sort of test in the way. He got ahold of a way for people to have to deal with their ‘biggest fear’ or whatever. If you could get past it, it meant you were strong enough or some bs. Plus, if you showed up together with someone, then you had to go through theirs as well. And if you failed the test by succumbing to it or dying, you would fail. Depending on how, it could just be you booted, or could be everyone. Turns out part of the reason he was so insistent was because this place is screwed the hell up because of the guy interested in you, and trying to get out is only easier than getting in because of that test.”

Grian’s heart dropped at the last bit of information. Sure, most of it didn’t sound great, but he kind of wanted to leave to get back home eventually, and time travel wasn’t really the easiest thing in the first place. Plus, if the person interested in him had messed things up that badly… well, who knew what that meant for him. “Well… uh, what does that mean for Euro?”

“A few things really.” Krys was the one to speak up before showing off some scars on her neck that made Grian flinch. He had seen similar ones on Flora, but they were mostly covered with fur. Without that, they looked a lot worse. “As you know, your father is one side of death. Nightmare knew that and… didn’t want him involved. So he made sure to find ways to cut contact between him and us. Some of that included him involving your uncle once he did learn about what had happened to us.”

“Oh… so dad’s…?” Grian trailed off. It wasn’t his dad, not really, and he hated that he needed to keep reminding himself that. But again, he still wanted to see his family again, no matter what version of them it was.

“Wile sees him most often, your father makes it a bit easier to leave. Not by too much, but enough.”

Grian nodded before thinking of another question. “Uh, do you guys need to go through that whole test every time? Or did I guess, since it’s not around anymore from what Grifter told me.”

“Th-thankfully n-no.” Euro hissed out. “If I h-had to see th-those two every time, th-the potato t-torcher w-wouldn’t be en-nough.”

“Potato torcher?” Grian asked, eyebrows raising in a mixture of shock and concern. “Is that-?”

“A sentient potato really screwed Euro over.” Ekke spoke up. “One day it was ‘oh you are suck a close friend! Come to my wedding because we are such good friends’ to ‘why are you so upset I tried threatening a child with doxxing’ all the way to ‘here’s every time I and some others you thought were friends actually hate you for that we decided to tell you all at once instead of pointing it out in the moment for you to work on, why the hell didn’t you ever improve or change?’ ignoring the fact that they changed the context of some of those things. It, pardon the language, really fucked him over for ages. He tried joining this place not long later and I’m surprised he made it through alive. It was like a reverse beacon stealing nightmare. Not the person of course.”

“That… is a lot to unpack.” Grian spoke up, glancing at the creeper hybrid. “Are you sure he’s okay with you sharing all that?”

“Pretty much.” Ekke shrugged. “He’s terrified of sharing it directly, so doing it through other means works better. I’m totally free if you ever want to do the same. As long as it’s not also something that causes you disdain for potatoes and certain conifer trees because I don’t think I could handle two of that.”

“It’s uh… mainly rabbit based.” Grian admitted quickly, hoping it would resolve the topic. Which it seemed to with Ekke nodding before Silski coughed to bring attention back to him and then get them back on topic.

“Anyway, again, Warrior named death is involved again. I already mentioned he has someone around that’s working for him. That someone said they were here for Grian specifically, but also for someone going by the same of Spore.”

“Oh n-no…”

“I can’t be certain that it’s anything related to sculk though.” Silski paused to give Grian some clarification. “The Dark, aka what’s through the portal that is this table, is fungal like, and fungi have spores.” And Silski lifted the board on top of the table enough to show off the portal briefly to Grian. “The worker specifically mentioned that Spore was asked to interact with Perfect Sense and help with his redstone poisoning.”

“Which could be from redstone immunity which fits if it is sculk based.” Krys agreed. “Or might not if they’re interacting with his kind.”

“His kind?” Grian asked, wondering if it had something to do with Silski’s ‘ender’ mentions.

“There is a very long story about that.” Krys answered. “But a simple thing is that he’s not really from around here.”

“Ah.” Grian nodded, realizing that was probably more connected to him and Grifter not being from around there either.

“Okay next bit.” Ekke spoke up, getting a frustrated sigh out of Krys.

“We still need to be careful about the ‘entrance exams’ apparently.” Silski spoke, using air quotes around entrance exams. “Astrid came back mentioning a pretty big group was stuck in a reenabled test. There’s a chance it’s still connected to Warrior because of how big the group supposedly is. The person who showed up already is a ghost, so they likely got a free pass.”

“How m-many is a large gr-roup?” Euro asked, getting an answer of ten people, which made him hiss and hide by snuggling into cat fur.

“They hopefully won’t come through then.” Krys spoke, though she still looked concerned. “Did Astrid mention any progress?”

“Not directly, no.” Silski started, then quickly added before anyone could reply, “She did mention a ‘king’ is part of the group, so if they do make it through…”

“I understand. If something happens to you, we won’t fault you for it.”

Silski shrugged, and Grian looked for some sort of answer, though he wasn’t given one. “I still might as well give the rest of the information I’ve put together. It’ll go to a whole lot more use if it’s not stuck with me.”

“Okay spit it out half n half.” Ekke got glares from everyone with working eyes, but didn’t seem to mind, just waiting for Silski to continue.

“This next part is probably going to get me in trouble, but I don’t trust Grifter.”

“What?” Grian turned in his seat to look at Silski. “Uh, but he’s me?” He then wondered if Silski had realized that they weren’t the real Grifter. “Why say it in front of me if-”

“Because you should get a heads up.” Silski replied, cutting Grian off, then further explained when Krys asked him to. “Look, he’s the new admin and everything, and I swear my distaste isn’t just because of the company he keeps, though to me it’s a very good reason.”

“That’s my future husband you’re referring to.” Grian complained before Silski whacked him.

“Look, he’s your future version. I’m sure you think that makes him immediately trustworthy, but I don’t think that’s the case. You want to go to your home and change the past? Well what if he’s in the version of the timeline where he tried that and it’s a lost cause? You were mumbling about someone completely different when you came back from some ‘training’ with Grifter, and based on context clues, I think it’s someone you want to change the past for. Maybe Grifter thinks it’s fine to screw them over to keep things how they are, but you might not.”

“Who’s to say it wouldn’t be purposely screwing them over that I want to cause?” Grian asked, getting an answer from Euro.

“W-well, if you wa-ant to do that, then y-you would just want to d-do it f-for you, but Sils-ski said you w-want it f-for the other p-person, which i-isn’t a dist-tinction made lightly.”

“Okay, fine. So what if that is what he’s doing? Maybe he’s right.” Grian spoke back, though if it were the case, he wouldn’t be happy with it.

“That’s just one possibility. There could be other things that are going on. Like the fact that he’s training you at all is worrying.”

“How so?”

“What exactly is he training you for?” Krys asked, and Grian quickly gave the answer, which seemed to concern her. “Oh, yes that is worrying. Listeners are particular about things, Watchers just as much.”

“Watchers?” Grian asked. It wasn’t something Grifter had mentioned, at least not that he could really recall.

“They’re counterparts to Listeners. It’s not something I’m an expert on, not in the slightest, but the two are made to be balances to one another in more than one way, to the point that just one Listener can affect things on the other side greatly. If you’re learning early, it could cause some issues.”

“Well, Grifter’s been constantly going to wherever other Listeners are and telling them about what’s going on.” Grian explained from what he had been told. “If they haven’t made a big stink about it, then it must be fine, right?”

“G-grian, you k-keep saying th-things that you’ve b-been told.” Euro spoke up. “B-but have you g-gotten any p-proof? Saying th-things c-can be r-really easy comp-pared to actual p-proof.”

Grian wondered for a moment if maybe Euro had a point before he remembered that Grifter had given him some proof. “Yes, I have.” He looked over at Krys, knowing she would be able to verify what he was saying on some level. “The other person who’s been staying with you, Flora’s mom Sadie, she’s seen the physical proof I’ve been given about everything.”

Krys paused before nodding. Sadie had mentioned something to her of that sort. That confirmation seemed to help Euro and Ekke, but Silski was another deal. He knew a bit more than he could say, for fear of completely screwing things over. Sure, proof could be proof, but it still wasn’t something first hand. Even something like what Grian was mentioning needed to be verified. And if it was anything like what he assumed from what little info he’d gathered about what the so called proof was, it seemed like something that could be manipulated, giving half truths and leaving out certain parts to cast Grifter in a better light than reality.

“Now, I would like to circle back to something you mentioned before.” Krys spoke up, directing her statement to Silski. “This ghost you mentioned could have easily gotten through to this world, but it sounded like this Spore person is also around if the ghost has already contacted them. That is what you meant, yes?”

“Right.” Silski grumbled. “My guess is they either managed to be separate from the big group, or they got in through alternate methods.”

“Like what?” Ekke asked, then Silski patted Grian’s head. “Him?”

“Me?” Grian asked, looking up at Silski for some sort of explanation.

“Just because it could be they’re connected to sculk doesn’t mean they definitely are. You guys crashed at our house after you met with Cerus, which happened because you owed Wassa. And you owed Wassa because after Grifter took you off-world to train, you came back with some sort of substance on your wings that appeared after you were in a mushroom valley or something.”

“Uh… cave but the rest is pretty accurate.” Grian mentioned. “How much are they talking about me behind my back?”

“Just stuff they want another opinion on.” Silski tried reassuring Grian. “Plus, they’re not entirely convinced Grifter’s telling the full truth either. Fleur’s wondering things with the ghost around and Astrid’s still wary of him after her whole curse incident.”

“Right, that.” Grian reluctantly agreed. He still didn’t think that was the case, that Grifter was lying. He had been handed proof, shouldn’t that be enough? “Well, uh, if we’re worried about the Spore person, since we know they’re connected to the death you’re talking about, if they were somehow brought over by me, someone should have noticed.”

“You mean like noticing you had gunk stuck all over your wings?”

“Not all over them!” Grian argued, then hesitated before adding on. “Just… noticeable enough that it bothered me. But that doesn’t take much!”

“Then show your wings off to the others.” 

Grian froze at the suggestion. Not because showing the mycelium off could be bad, but more the idea of him showing his wings off to two people who were supposed to be his family. They would know he wasn’t supposed to have these bright colorful wings, so the best explanation would be that they were disguised that way. But you couldn’t really color them differently since the shape was different too. So it would have to be some sort of illusion, but something like that should also hide the mycelium. And since they knew he was supposed to be Grifter’s past version, he couldn’t use some other excuse. He didn’t know how to make an actual illusion himself to make his wings look like how they were ‘supposed to’ while also showing off the mycelium they hadn’t quite gotten rid of. Especially since he couldn’t really look at his wings since they were on his back.

“You hesitating isn’t a great sign.” Ekke spoke up, then made Grian flinch as she blew and popped a bubblegum bubble.

“I… I’m not a fan of anyone looking at them. I barely tolerated getting them inspected before, and that was only because Flora and Astrid were there.” Grian fumbled before giving his excuse. It wasn’t exactly a lie, he had gotten used to his wings being messed with back home… mainly by Sam. If the circumstances were a little different, he probably would let the group look, but for now, he couldn’t. “I know technically you’re part of my family, well I mean you are.” Grian then had to quickly cover almost revealing things. “It’s just, I haven’t seen you guys in years. If it weren’t for showing up here in the future, it sounds like I still wouldn’t have seen you for a few more years. We might be related, but you’re still pretty much strangers to me.”

“I suppose you’re right.” Krys agreed. “However, if you could potentially come back with one of those two at a later time, this is pretty important.”

“We’ll see.” Grian answered, then looked at the others. “So, is that about it?”

“I th-think so.” Euro said, then looking to Ekke, who nodded.

“Alright then, let’s go.” Silski spoke up, then started to stand before Krys held up a hand, making everyone pause.

“There is one more thing I think we should discuss.”

“And what’s that?”

Krys sighed before speaking again. “We’re under the assumption that The Warrior is after Grian due to his time displacement, but I’m not completely sure. Technically, it could be that, but it may not be just from curiosity.”

“What do you mean?” Ekke spoke up, now sitting in her chair properly and looking at Krys. Looking over to Euro, Grian saw he looked just as concerned.

“My husband is not the biggest fan of Grian, or rather, Grifter. It takes a bit of explanation, but the long and short of it is that despite being death, they can be killed, and Grifter could potentially do that.”

“He could what?” Silski asked, surprised and nearly shouting. Grian was just as surprised. Was she saying that he would want to- no, it was just speculation, right?

“How do you know that?” Grian asked, voice wavering, before getting his fears confirmed that Grifter had tried to kill Deathza. The only thing reassuring Grian at that point was the following information that it occurred before Grifter was put in prison, meaning before he was replaced with the current Grifter.

“Okay, let me get the full explanation out of the way, it will make things a whole lot simpler.” Krys spoke, then pulled out a sword. Grian worried about why the weapon was drawn before the blade was used to carve into the table. “Our universe is really two universes. Once upon a time, they were just one, but that’s not the case now.” And she caved a line down the middle of the square she had originally carved. “Most people think of them as mirrors to one another, but that’s not exactly the case. Think of it as more of a set of scales. If you put weight on one side, a matching weight needs to be placed on the other side. It doesn’t need to be immediate, but the longer one side weighs more, the more likely it could eventually crash against the ground and potentially break the scale itself.”

Grian looked at the scale that was carved onto the table, one side on each side of the middle dividing line. While the scale example worked, the mention of most people thinking of the two as mirrors made Grian also take that into account. If it was so common, then there had to be some things that fit better with that explanation. Like, if he were here, could the actual past version of Grifter be experiencing the same thing? Or if the real Grifter were also on this side, what did that mean for the side Grian was from. “Uh, do the sides have names at all?”

“A few.” Krys agreed. “Aey and Enne, Wels and Hels, Kall(Kæll) and Glöd, there’s a good amount. We’re in Aey and the other is Enne. People are usually from one or the other, but the gods are not, and there are rumors that there are some people who could still be from the before. I would doubt that’s the case since again, the scales. They can be tipped for a while, but certainly not that long.”

Grian nodded, but then looked up from the diagram to ask a question. “So, what does that have to do with now?”

“I’m getting there.” Krys assured, then dragged her sword over the place where the scale connected. “Aey and Enne can still interact with one another. Mentioned before were the Listeners and Watchers. While they are mainly considered part of Aey and Enne respectively, they interact with both sides, with at least one of each assigned to each world. Along with that, their kind are not restricted to which side they come from. Another example of interaction is for the deaths. Two deaths for each side. They represent the two sides to death itself for their respective half of the universe.”

Krys drew a pair of circles on both sides of the split, putting an extra dot in one of the circles on what Grian assumed was the Aey side. “Despite them being the embodiment of death in its various forms, they aren’t gods. I wouldn’t say demigods either, but even lesser gods isn’t right. And then powerful practically immortals is a mouthful.” Krys sighed. “As long as the deaths are deaths, they are able to go between worlds at will, ones from both Aey and Enne. For the most part, they will stick to the side they belong to, but for certain cases they will interact with the other. The biggest reason for that is that there’s one rule placed on them by the gods. They cannot be the ones handling the souls of their family.”

While it made sense, Grian was still surprised by it. Whenever he was dealing with the possibility of dying back home, he always recalled that his mother was death. He didn’t know the full ins and outs of it, which was obvious now, but he had hoped that if he did die, stuck as a ghost or not, he would still potentially get to see her again. “So… if I end up dying…”

“Your father wouldn’t be involved, even if it would fall on his portion of death.” She paused when Grian opened his mouth. “This explanation is already long enough, I’m not explaining those sides.” And Grian’s mouth snapped shut. “Your uncle also wouldn’t be involved due to that as he is still part of your family. It affects mostly direct bonds, children, marriage, adoption too for Flora’s case. But because of all that, neither death of this world could deal with any of us, so that would fall upon the deaths of Enne. Or, it could fall upon the duty of a new death.”

“Which would happen if one of them were killed?” Grian asked, pretty sure he was following along.

“If they were killed or retired or whatnot. Their title would pass on. If they willingly leave the position, then it would be given to who they also willingly pass it to. But if they are killed, it passes to the one who defeated them.”

And suddenly a lot of things made sense. “So, you’re saying that my uncle, this ‘Warrior’, might be interested in me because Grifter could kill him. And… and he might want to kill me first? To erase Grifter so he couldn’t even try?”

“Smart kid.” Ekke spoke up, but then looked to Krys to confirm if that was what she was trying to imply, earning a nod.

“Before, I would have said that it couldn’t be the case, but there’s also the fact that Silski has implied your… ‘scent’ could be from something connected to Enne. But that doesn’t entirely matter right now. What does matter is why the Warrior is really interested in you.”

“Then I guess we’ll need to start grilling the ghost he had show up. You guys owe me and Toob for kidnapping Jane. And making him stay at our place. And making me deal with the ender fucker more. Just, you guys are in charge of interrogation.”

“Okay fine, that’s fair.” Grian agreed. “So, now are we done?”

“Yes, now we are done.” Krys agreed, then stood from her seat and flipped the table board over, revealing other carvings. “Oh, uh. I guess we need another one of these.”

“Not it.” Silski spoke up, then picked Grian up, ignoring as he squawked a bit. “I need to get him out of here and then back to my place. Among other things. So bye.” 

By the time they were back out in the snow, Grian didn’t really notice the cold all too much, instead focusing his thoughts on everything that was talked about. Okay well he did eventually focus on the cold because it felt like it was freezing his wings off. The feeling did subside enough for him to start thinking again, making him think he just got used to it. And that was a fair assumption, seeing as how he was right before with the fact that he couldn’t see his wings well, including how the mycelium stuck in them receded in time with his feeling of the cold.

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Jrum, along with a number of the Hermits, were at spawn. He held a weapon in his off hand, but his main hand was sparking slightly. Not because he was damaged or anything, no. Vee, along with some help from Hoodie, had been teaching Jrum fairly well on how to use magic. And by fairly well, he meant he had learned the basics well enough to not explode and said it was good enough for him. 

While Jrum trusted the two enough to teach him, that still wasn’t by much, but the only Hermits who could have taught him were busy or unavailable, and the other magic users weren’t in a compatible style or whatever Joe had said about it. 

Speaking of Joe, he and the other opped Hermits had finally found the issue with the whitelist. Whether it was Grifter’s doing or someone else’s, people who were supposed to be ignored by the whitelist, specifically Watchers and Listeners, were now being checked. And since they weren’t officially on the list, they couldn’t get through. That being said, the reason Vee had gotten in was because of an exception Xisuma had added for those under a certain listed age. He had added it after a small fiasco that had happened when the bots were first given their bodies. There was also supposed to be more to the rule, but it was assumed that the fact Vee was from Hels was messing with it.

Either way, it led back to why everyone was at spawn. After adding the main people who were being kept out by the issue, Vee had been allowed to add her father onto the list. Though the Hermits were reluctant since he had associated with Grifter before, he hadn’t seemed to know the actual truth. Still, he probably knew the most out of everyone involved that would be willing to talk to them. And if he did cause issues, then Pix or Zloy could be called in.

When someone finally appeared, the Hermits all prepared just in case there were problems right off the bat. Fortunately that didn’t seem to be the case, and the Listener just looked over the Hermits before Cub gestured that they could relax a bit. As soon as he did, Vee ran out from the crowd, no longer being held back by Stress. 

The Listener merely let Vee tackle him with a hug before attaching herself to one of his arms. One of his six arms. The arm lifted until Vee was in front of his face, which had milky white eyes that probably couldn’t see well if at all. “Papa! You’re here!”

“I am.”

“And you’re like this! Jungle gym time!”

The Listener laughed before bringing another arm up, which she also hugged onto. As she continued to hang from his arms, the Listener looked at the Hermits to answer the main question he assumed they had. “I don’t feel comfortable showing off my regular look to you guys. This is how I look when all… Listener-ified. I think you have seen how Grian looks when he’s the same.”

“You mean when he looks more like a giant harpy?” Scar spoke up, getting another laugh out of the Listener.

“Yes, like that. I managed to get these things.” And he moved his extra sets of arms that Vee wasn’t clinging to.

“Jungle gym Papa!”

“Yes, it could also be called that.” And then he pulled Vee away and put her back on the ground. “But it’s probably better if you go play somewhere else.”

“Aww, but you just got here!”

The Listener sort of seemed to glance up at the Hermits before speaking to Vee again in a stage whisper. “Well I think these guys want to make me do boring adult things with me. Probably meetings and paperwork and presentations.”

“Nooo that’s dumb!”

“Well you can run off so you won’t have to suffer through it with me.”

Vee nodded before running over to Jrum to play with him again. Jrum reluctantly followed, but did his best to go slowly to hear as much of what he could.

“Alright, so are we going to be talking here, or do you guys have a special meeting room?”

“We have one of those if you don’t mind the travel to get there.” Cub was the one who spoke up, and then Jrum caught the Listener nodding.

“It’s no problem Mx…?”

“Huh? Oh don’t bother with that, just call me Cub.”

“You never know, better safe than sorry.” And then Jrum saw him shrug, which looked weird with extra arms. “You can call me Joeyish.”

And then Jrum was finally pulled out of hearing range, and also dealing with Vee panicking from seeing a fish.

#hc x dsmp #hermit tommy au #technoblade #docm77 #mumbo jumbo #philza #xisumavoid #paul soares jr #grian #hels!drista #hels!fundy #hels!ranboo #hels!tubbo #hels!s@m #hels!kristen #hels!techno #hels!nikki #cedar whisp is a fucking bitch /derogatory /gender-neutral #jrumbot #joe hills #taurtis #joeyish #taurtis aka joeyish #goodtimeswithscar #cubfan135

[ok-ish-incorrect-mcyt-quotes]

C!Xisuma: If you got arrested what would be the charges?

C!Scar: Theft.

C!Mumbo: Disturbing the peace.

C!Tubbo: Aggravated assault.

C!Grian: Arson.

C!Tommy: All of the above. In that order, probably.

-mod blue (generated)

#mcyt #incorect quote #hc x dsmp #grian #goodtimeswithscar #mumbo jumbo #tubbo underscore #tommyinnit #hermit tommy au #hermit tubbo #xisumavoid

[made-nondescript]

Ok im partly through Mumbo 's episode and just. Thinking about Tubbo's reaction to Doc's worldeater. somewhere between incredibly impressed (bc the kid HAS been trying to make nukes) and abject horror (bc Doomsday flashbacks)

It would have to be explained to Tubbo why Doc would even build one of those on a server as peaceful as HC. Like don't get me wrong he definitely sees a world eater's usefulness because it's pretty much just a weapon of mass destruction and Tubbo has a few of those himself. But like, they don't do wars on HC like they do on DSMP. Either way, were it not for the fact he already figured out how to build nuclear bombs on his own Tubbo might ask Doc to give him the blueprints or whatever. (Maybe he would ask anyway.)

But digging a really big fucking hole really fast is pretty sick too. It's oddly satisfying to watch in a way he didn't really expect: just a simple, repetitive motion with a sound to match, neatly contained within its perimeter. It's terrifying, but it's also kind of beautiful. And mostly safe! Which is nice. He likes not getting exploded, generally.

Sidenote: Tubbo and Doc would talk bombs together. Tubbo's proud of what he's figured out on his own and it would be nice to share that with someone who would understand what he's talking about when he explains the process of building the nukes. Plus Doc has some wicked (as in, awesome and also evil) advice to contribute too.

#dsmp x hc #hc x dsmp #tubbo #docm77 #tubbassador au #an answered ask prior to 11pm! astounding! i am caffeinated #this is timeline divergent but either way by the time anyone shows tubbo something this destructive #he already understands that this is not a threat against the dsmp or himself or any of the hermits #and thinks of it more as an engineering marvel #because tubbo has to be a nerd to have figured out nukes on his lonesome #i think it was alone. i dont know. i already wrote this im not checking the wiki now #but if theoretically someone did an oopsie and showed week 1 tubbo a wmd he would freak the fuck out #like break down in the lmanburg cabinet room type deal #because like why would you show an official from another server/country your wmd unless the message youre trying to send #is that we can and will blow you up if we deem it favorable to us #ENOUGH TAG RAMBLE. thank you for the ask #horizon-penblade #nondescript ask

[cielcreations]

“Purple” - Desert Duo Dads

This is a direct continuation of "Our Precious Son"!

Also, this story will have STRICTLY PLATONIC shipping of Ranboo and Tubbo! Just like in lore, they got married for tax reasons, there is no romantic ties, they're just best friends who adopted Michael together and were like "Hey, marriage is a tax write off, let's do it."

"...Tubbo, have you ever seen... something dark? Like, a shadow with purple eyes? Or... anything with purple eyes?"

"Hmmm... no, not that I remember?"

"Okay, good. Promise me, if you see anything, and I mean anything with purple eyes, you call me immediately, okay?"

"Dad, what-"

"Just promise me, Tubbo. I just need you to promise me."

"...I promise."

"Good... I love you, Tubbo."

"I love you too, Dad. And you too, Pops." Tubbo smiled, "You guys are the best!"

 When Tubbo moved to the Dream SMP, he never thought he would actually see anything with purple eyes. He had met a lot of horrible, disgusting, and evil people. He met Dream, he met Quackity, he met Sam, he watched as Techno turned into an anarchist who craved violence and destruction. None of them had purple eyes. The only thing that had purple eyes were Endermen, but they never attacked unless you stared at them first.

He never would have thought he would be scared of one of his best friends.

***

Tubbo had become fast friends with Ranboo. They became such good friends, they made a small town together and adopted Michael, a cute baby zombie piglin who was left alone. They even got platonically married, just so they could make the Bee N Boo Hotel as well as for tax reasons. They became best friends and loving parents to the baby. Ranboo had become so comfortable with Tubbo, that he could stare into the goat hybrid's eyes without getting a headache (a side effect with being an Enderman).

Tubbo never would have thought he would have to be scared of the sweet, caring, awkward, and forgetful Enderman hybrid. There was no reason to be scared, there never should've been a reason to.

One night, Tubbo heard the front door slam, shivering at the cold wind that had entered their home. The brunette yawned and sat up, seeing it was still dark outside. He turned and blinked, seeing Ranboo's bed was empty, the white sheets thrown at the bottom of his mattress. The brunette groaned and pushed his yellow sheets down, going to Michael's room, seeing the baby still fast asleep. He smiled before climbing down the ladder and seeing a bit of snow in front of the closed front door.

Tubbo put his jacket on and opened the front door, calling out, "Ranboo?" He stepped onto the porch, "Ranboo...?"

The goat looked around and saw the Enderman standing in front of the frozen lake. The brunette blinked and walked over to the other, shivering a bit at the cold. He could hear Ranboo mumbling to himself, but couldn't quite hear what he was saying.

"Hey Boss Man!" Tubbo smiled, "What's going on, you okay?"

Ranboo went stiff.

"Ranboo? Are you-"

The Enderman turned around and pinned Tubbo to the floor. Tubbo yelped, the snow freezing his skin. Before he could get up, Ranboo wrapped his hands around Tubbo's neck, squeezing. The goat hybrid widened his eyes and gasped for breath, trying to push the other off, kicking his feet. He shook his head, tears forming in his eyes as Ranboo's hand squeezed tighter. 

"'A-'An-" Tubbo choked out before his eyes widened more.

The Enderman was speaking in a language he didn't understand, eyes glowing purple with a weird white symbol in his eyes.

This isn't Ranboo... Tubbo thought. He looked around frantically before thinking, Sorry Ranboo.

He kneed the Enderman in the stomach, who's grip loosened. He then kicked at Ranboo's groin, who cried out and let go. Tubbo pushed the other off, screaming as he ran back inside. He slammed the front door and locked it, climbing the ladder as he heard a bang and a shriek from Ranboo. He blocked the trapdoor with a dresser and ran into Michael's room, who had woken up from the noise.

He grabbed the baby and ran into his room, the piglin sobbing at the loud noise. Tubbo slammed his door and locked it, blocking it with a dresser before curling up in the farthest corner from the door. He heard another shriek as the Enderman tried to get past the dresser.

Michael sobbed more, "D-Dada-"

"S-Shhh, shhh!" Tubbo hushed, holding the baby in his chest, covering his mouth as he looked through his communicator, Come on, come on!

Their was another screech and the dresser was destroyed. Michael screamed into Tubbo's hand, curling into the brunette's chest. Tubbo sobbed as he heard growling and going into Michael's room. He finally found the contact he was looking for and clicked the call button, putting it to his ear. Come on, pick up, pick up!

"Hey son, aren't-"

"DAD, HELP!" Tubbo sobbed, "R-Ranboo, is being controlled a-and his eyes are purple w-with a weird white swirl a-and saying weird things! W-What do I do?!"

There was a loud shriek and Michael screamed, "D-DADA!" 

Tubbo screamed and hugged Michael tighter as Ranboo slammed against the door, "RANBOO, STOP!"

"Oh my fucking god-" His father growled, "HIDE, I'LL BE THERE SOON, I PROMISE!"

Tubbo and Michael screamed as the door was kicked open, destroying the dresser and door. Ranboo growled, eyes still glowing purple as he faced the brunette and piglin.

"D-Dada-" Michael hugged Tubbo, the brunette hugging him to his chest.

"R-Ranboo, p-please don't-!" Tubbo sobbed.

Ranboo shrieked and went to run over.

Suddenly, a dirty blonde man stood in front of the Enderman. He towered over them, his head hitting the roof. The dirty blonde was dressed in a dark purple robe, three sets of black wings with purple eyes on them, a purple halo around his head. Tubbo stared at the man's back as he caught Ranboo's wrist.

"Grian-" A voice, not Ranboo's, came from the Enderman's mouth.

"Leave. My son. And his husband. And their child. ALONE!" The dirty blonde screeched. Tubbo curled himself around Michael to protect the baby as the screech shook the house, windows breaking.

Thump!

Tubbo turned and watched at the dirty blonde shrunk to about 5'8, only a few inches taller than Tubbo. Two of his three sets of wings disappeared, the last set turning to look like a parrot's wings as he wore a red sweater and black jeans, no shoes. The brunette saw his platonic husband laying on the ground, face twisted in pain as he groaned. 

"R-Ranboo-"

"He's okay, probably just a headache at most." Grian reassured, turning to face Tubbo.

The boy gasped, "D-Dad, your eyes-!"

The dirty blonde's eyes were purple with the same weird white symbol. He blinked and groaned, holding his face before they turned back to their normal green color.

"D-Dad..."

"Get some sleep, Tubbo." Grian snapped, everything going back to normal, Ranboo now laying on his white bed, "I promise, I will explain everything in the morning."

Michael peaked out from Tubbo's chest, "...D-Dada... okay?"

"He's okay, sweetheart." Grian cooed, gently taking the baby, "Here, I'll take you to bed and make sure all the bad dreams go away." He began walking out of the room, "Close your eyes, and repeat after me. Bad dreams, go away-"

Tubbo didn't hear the rest, shakily walking to his bed. He got under the sheets and closed his eyes.

"Bad dreams, go away, I only want my good dreams to stay." Tubbo whispered to himself.

***

"T-Tubbo, Tubbo!" 

The brunette blinked, eyes fluttering open. He turned and gasped, hugging the other, "R-Ranboo!"

The Enderman blinked and hugged him back, "...W-What happened?"

"You don't remember?"

"No... I-I just woke up and saw Grian and Scar were downstairs, taking care of Michael."

Tubbo pulled back and blinked, eyes wide. He began to shake, grabbing the other's hair, Ranboo confused and trying to ask what was wrong. Tubbo climbed down the ladder, Ranboo following.

Once they were down on the main floor, they saw Grian finishing breakfast and Scar happily playing with his grandson.

"Dad...? Pops...?" Tubbo said.

The two turned and Scar smiled brightly, the cat centaur standing up. He placed Michael on his back and walked over to the brunette.

"Hey, kiddo!" Scar hugged Tubbo, "How are you?"

Tubbo blinked, "...What happened last night...?"

Scar stiffened and turned to Grian. The dirty blonde hummed and turned off the stove as he faced the three.

"Hey, I'll take Michael on a small walk around Snowchester!" Scar exclaimed, grabbing the baby from his back and holding him up, "We'll have lots of fun!"

"Ah, wait-" Ranboo called but the cat centaur was gone before he could say more.

Grian set two plates of breakfast down on the table, "Sit. We have a lot to talk about."

Tubbo and Ranboo sat next to each other, Grian sitting across from them.

The Enderman blinked, "Sooooo what happened?"

"The people who attached and took control of Ranboo last night are called Watchers." Grian said, skipping to the point, "They're Gods who are only suppose to watch certain worlds, hints the name. They are not meant to interact with the human world. They... they just want to watch humans struggle... for fun." He clenched his fists, "And... I was one of those people they watched. They took an interest in me, I guess, so when I was suppose to die, they offered me a deal."

"...So you became a Watcher?" Ranboo asked.

Grian nodded, "...I did. I had lost Scar for the first time. In a state of grief, I was offered immortality, allowed to have everything I wanted with a snap of my fingers. Well... almost everything. I couldn't get Scar back and... well, I accepted the deal because, with my powers, I could relive those memories over and over, almost like Scar had never died in the first place."

"Wait, Pops died?" Tubbo asked.

"He did. But, obviously, he's alive now." Grian clenched his fists, "He was reincarnated, rebirthed, respawned, whatever you want to call it. When it first happened and I saw him again... I ran away from the Watchers. I went to Earth and hugged Scar, telling him I loved him, that I missed him, that everything is okay. But he didn't remember me." The dirty blonde held up his pinky finger, "Something that Watchers can see is called a String of Fate. It's basically a string that allows the Watcher to see who are soulmates. Well..." He snapped his other finger.

The brunette and Enderman saw a purple string, floating and leading outside as it turned into a red gradient.

"You're soulmates with Papa..." Tubbo said.

"Exactly. No matter what, we were soulbound, we were destined to be together. It didn't matter that he had died and I had become a Watcher, we were meant to be together. And with me being a Watcher... it meant I could just help Scar." Grian lowered his hands, the string disappearing, "I thought I could just leave. I didn't want to be one anymore so I thought if I just went to Earth, acted like a human, they would strip me of my powers. I stayed with Scar, spent human years with him, he fell in love with me again and my love only grew strong. But they... they didn't like that and they..." Grian's eyes turned purple, "They killed Scar in front of me."

Both gasped in response.

"'He will come back, he always does.' 'Part of being a Watcher is watching the same people do different things.' 'You must not interfere.' Those are the things they told me." Grian hissed, "Excuse my language, but fuck that! Scar is my husband, he will forever be my husband no matter what they said. I am not going to just sit there and watch my friends and people I consider family die over and over and over and not do a single thing! So, I kept running away." He hummed, "I would wait for him to be reborn, get back to him, we would fall in love, I'd tell him my secret, give him back memories of the previous lives, he would eventually die, and I do it all again. That was my cycle.

The other Watchers didn't like that. They tried their best to stop me. They would kill me but, when your a Watcher, it just meant being reborn with a new scar. They would mock me, tell me there's no point, that it's worthless. The would kill Scar to stop me. But nothing worked. I kept going. I became a Watcher thinking I would never see him again and I only ever wanted to love one person. But now that I knew he was always going to be there? I wasn't letting go."

Grian sighed, "When they realized I wasn't going to leave it alone... they just let me do it. I still have my powers, obviously, and they occasionally show up to taunt me, but I thought that was it." He clenched his fists, "But... when they attacked you both.... that's the first time they acted out of line." He held his face in his hands, "Tubbo, Ranboo, I am so, so, so, so sorry. I thought that if I never told you, you would be safe. If you never knew, you should've been fine. Ignorance is bliss. But... they have no boundaries, I guess." He looked at them, "That's why I only told you, if you see something with purple eyes? Call me. I'm glad you did but... now I know I have a lot more work to do."

Tubbo and Ranboo were in silent in shock.

The goat hybrid hesitated before he clenched hi fists, "H-How... How many times...? How many times did you re-meet Pops?"

Grian clenched his fists, ".........5,678 times, including this one."

"...And me? How many times did... did you meet me?"

"Including this time?" He hummed, "Once." He smiled at the brunette, "I never wanted kids because I was scared of this sort of thing happening, but... when we found you Tubbo, I took one look and I told myself 'No matter what hell the Watchers put me through, I will protect this child my life.'" He smiled, "You are my pride and joy, Tubbo, and I would do anything to protect you and Scar."

Tears came to Tubbo's eyes and ran over to his dad, hugging him, "I-I love you, Dad!"

"I love you too, kiddo." Grian wrapped the brunette in his wings, "I love you too..."

#hermitcraft #hermit #hermitcraft grian #grian x scar #grian #grian minecraft #scar x grian #scrian #hermitcraft goodtimeswithscar #tubbo #tubbo_ #dream smp #dream smp au #mcyt #hermitcraft x dream smp #hermitshipping #scarian

[tommyinnit-simp-95]

New chapter is up!

Looking up he smiles at his new friends Clover and Froggy who were seated beside him, his mother on the other side.

"Thank you." He says softly when he hears the soft chuffs coming from Michael.

Gently running his fingers through his fur he looks down at his son lovingly. "I hope Schlatt and Bottle are having fun." He mumbles to which Clover and Froggy laugh.

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I would like to say congratulations to Cloverthefox, Clover and Froggy, for winning second place in this year's contest!

They are the newest additions to the story this chapter!

I would also like to shout out the first place winner Dchhha and welcome their character Erinelle as Tommy's therapist!

https://archiveofourown.org/users/Dchhha/pseuds/Dchhha

#tommyinnit #ranboo #tubbo #technoblade #hc x dsmp #healing with the hermits #my au

[fruggin-bitch]

Newest chapter of TOF is up!! this one is 4.1k words and an absoute doozy bro i love it :D

big emerald duo and beeduo cameos today :D

#tired of fighting au #hermit!tommy #hermit!tommy au #tommyinnit fic #tommyinnit fic recs #tommyinnit #ctommy #ctommyinnit #dsmp #mcyt #dsmp fic #mcyt fic #bean writes #tubbo #ranboo #beeduo #emerald duo

[theminecraftloser]

I miss hermit!tommy AUs.

Season 7. Tommy just left his exile in Logstedshire, he either gets magicked to HC by Kristin, helped their by Techno and Phil, finds his way there on his own, etc.

Dream is a dick, the My Tommy, My Tubbo compasses, ghostbur.

I just miss it.

#mcyt #hermitcraft #dream smp #tommy innit #tommyinnit #I forgot if it’s 1 word or 2 #hc x dsmp #hermit!tommy #hermit!tommy au

[hermitfic-ao3]

While this is technically a long-form series, Midnights by Atherixx is an underrated gem. It is supernatural/fantasy with mumscarian main focus and features Scar as tubbo's adopted dad. Atherixx is still adding books to the series. https://archiveofourown.org/series/3062217

Midnight by Atherixx (Series)

Ratings: NR, T, M

Warnings: Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings, Major Character Death

Series Description:

"Endgame is Mumscarian Featuring Onesided Enemies-to-friends-to-lovers, unrequited love, eventually requited love, Bad Communication, Bad Communication (purposeful), slow burn, heavy angst and a happy ending, because if it isn't a happy ending then what's the point <3 SUMMARY: Grian is trying to flee from something he can’t outrun and stumbles into the world of the supernatural. Mumbo has been alone for a long time and no longer knows how to open up. Scar is all too aware he’s living on borrowed time and acts... accordingly. AU also includes in the background: Clethubs, Treebark, Jleo, Lizzie/Joel, Xisleo, Flower Husbands, among others

Notes:

Content Warnings Heavy angst, mentions of character death, some existential talk in the later stories, there will be violence, author is gonna BS some fantasy magic biology, and there WILL be OCs simply bc I don't wanna make any of the Hermits or the Lifers the bad guy <3 There will also be implied/reference sexual content but at this point I have no intention of posting anything explicit" -Atherixx

#mumscarian #background relationships #hermitshipping #hermitcraft #supernatural au #fantasy au

[m0ther-of-p3arl]

NEW CAMP HERMIT!!!

#owengejuicetv #author felix strikes again #camp hermit au #new life sparrow #xisumavoid #grian #quackity #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #slimecicle #ggacho #mentioned watermunch #mentioned krowfang #roscumber #mentioned skizzleman #tubbo

[votederpycausemufins]

it's been a while since I posted a chapter. Would someone like to tell me wtf is up with tumblr's post formatting? who changed it? i don liek.

Well, the first section gave me major writers block but the rest was smooth sailing. well, other than the fact i was delayed from kinda graduating. I am a very happy muffin due to that, and now you can deal with writing from someone with a gd degree, so take that or whatever.

Remember to check my pinned post to find all the chapters for this fic if you need a refresher.

and lastly since this is a hermit tommy au fic, thanks to @petrichormeraki for first creating the au.

Xisuma landed on what should have been the shopping district, but instead of the terraformed mushroom island filled with buildings, it was a plains area with creeper holes littering it and a few simple and broken builds. There was a cracked nether portal, not able to let anyone through, but still humming with magic, something that worried Xisuma more.

Tommy had been living with the Hermits for a good amount of time. At first he was terrified of all of them, Xisuma especially, but over time he was able to relax and feel safe. Tommy had also shared some of what was going on before ending up in Hermitcraft, but they all knew it had to be worse than he was describing it. But this was even worse than Xisuma thought if it was all real. The large open space meant it was easier for mobs to spawn, worsened by the lack of structures for safety. Then factor in the damaged portal, and things could get… messy.

Xisuma was used to hearing his own voice come from elsewhere, whether from recordings, or from his brother’s mouth, but neither of those should have been around. But as he approached the log walls of what fit the description of what Tommy’s home had been in exile, Xisuma still managed to hear someone talking that sounded too much like himself. And then when it stopped, there seemed to be a quiet reply from Tommy.

Though the walls of Logstedshire stood fairly well, everything inside the wall was gone, replaced with a deep hole from who knew how many explosions. And standing in the center of it all was Tommy, a copy of Xisuma right behind him.

Not wanting whatever was happening to continue, Xisuma slid down into the pit, running over to Tommy and the fake, calling out for the teen. Tommy looked up, then between the admin and his copy before the copy seemed to whisper something in Tommy’s ear.

“Hey! Get away from him!” Xisuma called out, wishing he had some way to easily separate the imposter and Tommy. Even more so when he finally reached Tommy and the teen flinched. “What were you saying to him? What did you do?”

Sure, Xisuma could be a bit of a derp, and while he knew the ins and outs of actually being an admin, in practice he wasn’t always the ‘best admin’ as everyone claimed he was, the start of season six being an example of that. But when it came to his hermits, he hated the idea of them getting hurt on his watch. Especially the younger hermits. If he had a way to keep them safe, he was going to try it. So seeing Tommy like this, especially due to a copy of himself, really hurt.

With a few quick movements, Xisuma moves Tommy to him and his own body between the teen and his copy. Tommy was covering his ears and had his eyes squeezed shut, his body tensed. Xisuma wasn’t sure how to help with any of that, too worried about making it worse, so he went to look at the other version of him again, only to find them gone.

After whirling around to look just about anywhere, the imposter seemed to really be gone, which on one hand was good to not deal with, but also worrying, as Tommy could be more likely to mistake him as the fake Xisuma. 

“Tommy. Tommy, Tommy. Can you tell me what I was just saying?” He asked while carefully pulling one of Tommy’s hands away from his ears. Sure, the easy thing to do would be to claim everything the fake said was a lie, but after one too many hermits having come to him in the past convinced him otherwise. Tommy’s former admin had isolated Tommy like this, hurt him, then claimed that they alone were Tommy’s friend. And the teen was in a situation where he was desperate enough to believe it. So in saying the imposter was lying, they could have not been and were just twisting truths.

‘ban.’ Was the only word Xisuma could hear from Tommy. He had said more, but they were too quiet to be heard. “I said I was going to ban you?” Xisuma asked to be sure, and Tommy nodded. “I would never ban you.” And then Xisuma was reminded of how this place worked. It was based on what the other person thought or believed in. On one hand, that fact hurt, but it was only because Tommy had been hurt so much already. “Other than me saying it, why would you believe that?”

Tommy flinched at the question, likely interpreting it as accusatory. He spoke again, but had to repeat himself, Xisuma finally catching the word ‘brother’. Immediately Xisuma’s thoughts went to Grian, him being the one they were after, but Xisuma still asked which brother, only to be shocked when his own brother’s name was spoken. He was quiet, trying to figure out what to say while also keeping his emotions in check. “I… you’re right. I have banned him before.”

Tommy tried to pull away from Xisuma, and while he loosened his grip, the admin didn’t let Tommy go fully. “I know, I’m sorry. Tommy, I’m sorry it’s hard to believe, but I would never ban you. Especially after what happened with my brother. He… he had been a pain since we were in season two. Trying to destroy the world again and again. The closest I got to banning him before had been trapping him in a lava pool until he left on his own.” Tommy tensed and X quickly clarified. “Xannes is immune to fire and lava. I think due to his hacking.” And that seemed to calm Tommy down a little bit.

“I said he couldn’t come back until a certain time. He wasn’t officially banned, he just followed the unofficial rules.” Xisuma then smiled for a moment. “I helped him a bit and he hung around season five for a time. Made a friend, told me a little about his own server, which I now know is Hels.” And with the mention of the somewhat alternate reality, his smile went back to a frown. Sure Tommy couldn’t see the admin’s mouth behind his helmet, but the sadness in his eyes was enough. “In season six, he was back to being evil again. And one day I couldn’t deal with it anymore. So I did what the others had suggested multiple times in the past, and finally banned him. I… didn’t know what would happen.”

“For most things outside of Hermitcraft, if I needed to ban him, I would. Done it a few times with some solo worlds. He’d of course always find a way back in. And then hermitcraft himself, he’d find loopholes in unofficial bans. But when I actually banned him, it all went wrong. Normally it sends you to what is considered your home world. If that place was the one you were banned from somehow, you would be sent to the world you frequent most after that. When I banned my brother, he was mostly living in Hels at the time, so, when I banned him, whatever natural magic tried to move him there didn’t work, trapping him in the void. I didn’t even find out until a bit after he escaped, and he was immediately upset at me. I don’t blame him for that though.”

“But because of all that, unless the situation is dire, I’m not planning to ban anyone again. And I doubt I’ll have much reason to.” At this point, Tommy had mostly calmed down, so Xisuma was able to look him in the eyes. “Sure, maybe you’re not the ‘ideal’ hermit, but who is? Doc finds a break in reality to exploit at least once a month, Mumbo’s machines create time distortions that affect anyone nearby, and Grian’s likely created more chaos than any one hermit on their own. I’d never consider banning you and if for some ungodly reason I tried what your last admin did and sent you to a place like this, the Hermits would come to visit you anyway.”

Tommy pulled away slightly. “You’re still admin. You could make them stay away.”

“Tommy, has anyone ever told you about someone named GenerikB?”

Tommy shrugged. “Maybe? Sounds sort of familiar.”

“He was the original admin. Hermitcraft is named after him like how your old world was named after Dream. But he only made it because he was jealous he wasn’t invited to a different world. Then once he was allowed there, we didn’t have an admin. And not having an admin for a while can be dangerous, so eventually I offered. I had some experience before and I especially started learned more after the fact, but from the start I was only admin out of nessity. Legally, I’m listed as admin, but I’m not the only hermit who has admin abilities in the world and I normally just act as any other player. Remember back when you first joined, you were around Grian so much, you didn’t know I was admin.”

Tommy nodded to that, but still was looking away from Xisuma. “You’re still admin… Dream didn’t have his fancy powers, but he was still admin.”

“That’s true.” Xisuma agreed. “I’m sorry. I wish I had whatever words would reassure you. To be completely honest, I’m a little hurt.” And out of the corner of his eye, Xisuma could see Tommy suddenly look back at him, likely worried he had messed up. “I’m hurt I didn’t notice that you were hurting this much. We’ve all been dealing with what scares us here, if the other things we’ve gone through are any indication. Obviously you’re still worried about me turning out like your old admin. I’m sorry I never noticed you felt that way. I don’t know if I could have ever helped it, but I want to care for all the hermits. And that includes you.”

It was quiet for a bit before Tommy spoke up again. “It’s not just ‘cuz you’re admin. The Dream SMP was just really fucked up. My friends abandoned or betrayed me, those that didn’t do either got killed, the one person who said they were my friend was pretending and manipulating me, and my family was fine to pretend I don’t exist. ‘Course I’ve been hanging out with Grian since he’s pretty pog and right up my alley with his pranks and shit, but he’s always around Mumbo and the bots. The bots always called you their grandpa, which I thought was because of the whole shit with you being admin or whatever, but then one time I heard Mumbo calling you dad.”

That last bit seemed to be news to Xisuma with how much it surprised him, and Tommy made note of that, but otherwise kept talking. “My guess is because he was around my age when he showed up or whatever. Basically grew up here. There. Whatever. But before then, I was fucking fine, I was dealing with it. But I’m practically family with them and then he spouts the bullshit of you being his dad and… suddenly you’re like family, friend and admin all shoved into one, and none of those worked out for me.”

“And you started waiting for the other shoe to drop again.” Xisuma finished for Tommy, who nodded. “If you would like, when this is all done, I can leave you alone. If you want something else, you don’t have to contact me directly, you can ask someone else to do it for you.”

“Thanks.” Tommy replied, quietly, the spoke up again in a sadder voice. “This was stupid. I was just stuck here and everyone had to go through more traumatic shit.”

“That’s not true. You’ve told us about this place. I and the others have seen how your’re- …you have a distaste for plains biomes. Just being here must have been bad enough. Not to mention whatever was going on before I arrived.”

“What about the others?”

“Well I was the only one able to get here, I think because of my being an admin, though Wilbur was able to see something on what was going on here.”

“Ghostbur was one of the people who was in e-exile with me.” Tommy explained, struggling to say the word directly.

“Ah, well, that explains that. Now, would you like to go over to the others? Or do you want to start by going elsewhere that’s quiet to calm down first?”

“Can we do the first one?” Tommy asked, and Xisuma nodded, then asking whether they wanted to fly or for him to teleport, which Tommy picked the latter option.

Xisuma took them to the replica of Cleo’s base, the zoo setting being one that Tommy enjoyed normally and seemed to find calming enough in the present. The pair took some time to ground the teen, trying to think of topics less related to the current issue, but Xisuma knew that there was still something going on, since they were still stuck in this imagined scenario’s world. “So, what do you think the others are up to?”

.

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“Alright, so you’ve got a lot of hybrids and shifters in Hermitcraft, right? Like you’re a creeper hybrid.” Paul spoke up. They had been waiting a while, so he had been trying his best to keep the conversation going and not make the wait seem so long.

“Yeah.” Doc agreed. “And I guess also cyborg at this point. Before you ask, the goat horn is just cosmetic like the metal one.”

“Got it. And I know Bdubs has latent genes. Anything come up yet?”

“No, not yet. He’s still holding out hope. You know I’ve taken a couple looks at him.” Doc paused, thinking something over before speaking again. “To be honest, season 5 was… a mess in more ways than one, but it was the first time something tried coming out. At least it seemed like it.”

“So something jungle or arboreal based most likely. Ever talk with Joe about it?”

“Nah, he may know more in general because of the, y’know, Herobrine thing. But he doesn’t know anything about that.”

“That’s a shame.” Then Paul went over what he knew. “Well, let’s see, so you and Bdubs are both hybrids, Joe’s a higher being. I know Beef’s just human.”

“Hey, I don’t think you can call any of us Hermits ‘just human’ man.”

“Well, it terms of the scale, yeah he’s human, unless I’ve missed everything from the past however many years.”

“Nah man, you’re right. Beef’s essentially just human.”

The two walked along a bit before Paul spoke again. “So, you’re friends with Ren, who’s a shifter, but says he’s a werewolf most of the time.”

“Yeah, he’s fine with that term. He just dealt with a lot of hybrid stigma growing up so it’s easier to have people call him a werewolf instead of going at old wounds.”

“Makes sense. Now let’s see. Grian’s obviously an avian, based on what I know he’s more on the shifter side of things?”

“Honestly, who knows man. Watcher stuff makes it weird. Normally he stays the same but it’s when that Watcher stuff happens. And apparently that happens with any Watcher, human or being.”

“Got it. Well your admin’s a voidwalker. Tommy might have latent genes from his heritage, but he might just be like Wilbur and just be human. Keralis I’m ninety percent sure is human.”

“More sure than we are.” Doc replied, half laughing.

“Zedaph’s a sheep hybrid as well as being the Reaper. He’s friends with… Tango and Impulse I believe? The first of which is netherborn and the second is… are they human?”

“Yeah Tango’s netherborn, but Impulse is actually a demon.”

“No kidding.” Paul said, a little surprised, but ended up just nodding his head, accepting it as fact. “Oh, is Biffa still around?”

“No. He left. He’s ended up more secluded than you. But it’s fine. He needed the break.”

“Well I hope he’s doing well.” Paul paused as EX walked over. “Any updates?”

“Ugh, no. Either Xisuma has forgotten, the derp that he is, or he can’t actually change it to let any of us in. So he’s stuck out there alone with Tommy to fix things.” The Xannes looked between Doc and Paul. “What are you talking about?”

“Well I thought I’d ask Doc if Bdubs’ latent genes had come out yet.” Paul explained.

“Alright?” EX just looked more confused, then turned to look towards Doc.”

“Bdubs is a hybrid, but we don’t know what of yet. Then we just started covering what all the hermits are since half of us aren’t really human.”

Xannes looked back and forth between Doc and Paul before huffing. “Fine, just leave me out of it.”

As the hels walked away, Doc chuckled. “Well sort of obvious. He and X are brothers.”

“Yeah… Well, let’s see who’s next. Oh, right. How could I forget Etho?”

“Because of the fact that no one actually knows? Even with some actual testing, I still don’t know because he manages to screw up the results.”

“I’d suggest it could be magic, but that’s, what, Scar Cub and… Her name was Stress, right?”

“Yeah. Some vex dealings and then fae lineage with Stress. She and Impulse get on well enough though.”

“Good to hear.” Then Paul counted on his fingers, knowing the number of hermits, but not recalling off the top of his head how many he had named compared to how many he knew. Then, he seemed to remember more and snapped his fingers. “Right. Cleo. Easy enough to just say zombie hybrid, right?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“Then Jevin. He’s aetherkind, right? Modded world? Swet hybrid?”

“Yeah, you know your stuff. But I mean, he’s the obvious one.”

Paul had to take a moment to realize what Doc meant. “Right! Wels. Also Aetherkind as counterintuitive that is.”

“Yeah. Named after the dimension his home doesn’t even naturally belong in. I’m sure someone out there has it the other way around.”

Paul shrugged. “Maybe. Then you’ve got TFC who’s at least partially an ancient with what I know. And everyone else except Mumbo is human.” Doc was silent for long enough that Paul doubted what he had just said. “Wait, are one of them not human as well? Sorry, Your letters always implied-”

“Mumbo’s human too.” Doc spoke, making him and Paul stare at each other like the other of them was crazy.

“No… He’s a being. Latent hybrid maybe. But I can tell something’s there.”

“But he’s not like Etho. There’s no way he’s messed with the results.”

“Then something’s up. Maybe if he had stayed in Hermitcraft, I could concede being wrong. But he’s been with us the whole time. I know he’s something. You know I know.”

“Yeah well…” Doc stood back up. “For once, I think you’re wrong.”

As Doc walked off, Paul looked over to where Mumbo stood, getting into a small argument with EX. “And I know I’m right. I just don’t know the full answer.”

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Things had not gone that well when Grian and the girls got back to the castle. Finding Aven hadn’t helped much. It was frustrating enough with him calling them ‘Grifter two’ ‘yellow Nightmare’ and ‘Wile’s kid’ the entire time, but anything he knew about The Dark was shaky at best since he was mixing up facts and sometimes sprinkled in unrelated information. They tried piecing some stuff together after the talk to learn that the place has some sort of stupid strong creature guarding the place you first showed up in, and you had to kill it to get anywhere else. How to get anywhere else was the question because then Aven started talking about a ‘Finny’ and the Warden Soul and maybe a gateway? It was practically incomprehensible, so eventually Flora was the first to give up and dragged Astrid and Grian away so they could rest for tomorrow.

They woke up bright and early, or maybe even dark and early because the sun wasn’t even up yet when the door to the room in the castle they were staying with was broken down. Astrid and Grian woke up easier than Flora did and were quicker to notice that there was someone else in the room that wasn’t supposed to be there. The lights were turned on and Grian was even more freaked out to see a dragon standing in the middle of the room. It had black eyes that contrasted against its toxic green scales that screamed danger. For a moment he wondered if this is how he was finally going to die, when he was more upset if it was going to be embarrassing as, in an almost cartoonish fashion, a tiny bipedal goat walked from behind the dragon, their legs moving in a near blur as they moved at a normal walking pace.

“H-hello?” Grian asked, not sure how to react to the current situation. He was trying to have a nice greeting but it just came off terrified. The goat seemed to notice this and turned to the dragon, waving one of their little cloven hooves, hands? Whatever they were, and the dragon suddenly shifted into a more hybrid form, scales seeming to change into a royal looking jacket and the black eyes becoming cracked sunglasses. “R-right, that’s less terrifying.”

“Slatt!” The little goat man spoke up, then continued with some loud chewing noises? Grian had gone so quickly from terrified to extremely confused he had a bit of whiplash. Some other phrases the tiny thing had were ‘Kiddie.’ ‘They thought I was gay.’ ‘Rice man.’ and also some slurping noises? Eventually they were stopped when Astrid threw her bat, er, umbrella at them, opened up the side room’s door, and brought out Jane. “Kiddie! Kiddie! Slatt!”

The goat man grabbed Jane’s hand and left the room, and the dragon hybrid nearly did too before the door shut on its own. The dragon looked back towards the trio, hand changing into claws before they were bonked on the head with a pillow by Flora. “Next time Toob wants something from us, he can ask us himself instead of sending you two.”

“We were visiting anyway. World is shut for a reset, so we’re here for the day. Slatt was very upset to learn our granddaughter was missing.”

“Ah, so you’re whipped is what you’re saying.” Flora huffed. “It was a goddamn prank. She was fine. Silski and Astrid are good enough… acquaintances that he could have shown up or gotten Toob to send a message for him., made this simpler.”

“Oh well, guess we were too rightfully concerned.”

‘I hope you choke on a sweet roll.’ Astrid signed, but it didn’t seem the dragon hybrid knew sign since he just nodded and left.

After that, Flora fixed the door and the trio tried to get back to sleep, and at the very least she was able to, but Grian and Astrid, not so much. And that was about where they were now, lying in the dim light, listening to Flora snoring. Fortunately, it was easy enough to have a silent conversation. ‘You can’t sleep either?’

Astrid frowned, not immediately signing back. It gave Grian a chance to actually look at her, since she didn’t wear her mask to bed. She was still mostly encased in her hoodie, but grian could at the very least see everything below her eyes, noticing a few freckles on her cheeks and the bridge of her nose as well as a few scars littering her face. Her lips looked a bit chewed up, but otherwise there weren’t any fresh wounds, which was slightly comforting to know those scars probably weren’t recent. ‘Not really. Not a fan of getting barged in on.’

‘You too?’

‘When your brother is the admin, no locks can keep him out.’

‘I stopped locking the door because they kept getting broken and we couldn’t afford it. Just had to live with getting barged in on.’

‘It sucks’

‘Yeah it does. Though a friend of mine managed to get something set up so we had one day to ourselves.’

Astrid just nodded, seeming to think something over before signing again. ‘My sister’s like this too.’

‘Yeah, I knew about the animal thing. What’s the sign for HYBRID?’

Astrid quickly showed Grian the signs related to hybrids before giving some clarification. ‘Vee and I are both adopted. Our dad was in a shitty situation growing up, so he ended up finding us, saw the shit we were dealing with, and decided we were his kids now.’

‘Oh, that sounds cool.’

‘Yeah. Vee mainly lived with her actual mom when she was little. Her dad was out of the picture, which sucked because her mom was fucking horrible. Liked exotic pets, decided a five year old was perfect to look after them.’

‘That sounds horrid.’

‘Yeah’ Astrid signed, nodding, ‘So she only really associates animals and their parts with danger and bad. Claws and beaks hurt, ears and nose track her, tails trip her up, wings hit her, etcetera.’

‘Yikes. At least I could hide my wings if I tried meeting her. Doesn’t seem like Flora can do that.’

Astrid shook her head, then looked over to Flora. ‘Well, we should try to get a little more rest like her.’

‘Yeah, thanks for letting me talk. Or- you know.’

Astrid gave Grian a thumbs up, then rolled over and pulled the blanket she was using back over her. Grian looked over at her for a few more seconds before doing the same and before long, he managed to get to sleep again.

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Hours later, Grian had been led to the foot of a giant temple thing. It was sort of like if someone had shoved a snow tower on top of a pyramid of ice, but also giant as hell. Though he still didn’t know how Cerus really was, one look at this place made him get some ideas. It also didn’t help that just before stepping into the perimeter of the place, both Astrid and Flora drew their weapons, leaving Grian to do the same.

As they walked through, Flora seemed the most alert, her ears swiveling every which way to catch any sound she could. Grian was also hoping that he could pick something up since based on what little he knew about hybrids, most if not all also had heightened senses of some sort. But it didn’t seem to work out when he looked in the opposite direction of the other two and only noticed one of the stone statues was different not even a second before it grabbed him.

The girls pointed their weapons at whatever Grian was being held by, but didn’t get a chance to attack before Grian started kicking and managed to hit a weak point enough to get away. Turning, he was finally able to get a good look and see it wasn’t a stone statue. Though shaped like the other statues, it was metallic, and also seemed to have some sort of pink cloak over it. Lastly it seemed to have ruby eyes, like no, it wasn’t a red color, but actual rubies as its eyes.

“Cerus.” Flora spoke up, and even though it should have been obvious, Grian was still a bit surprised that this was the person they had come to see. “Look we just owe someone and they cashed it in to make us get info out of you. We would have loved to ask Aven, but he’s…”‘No brain cells.’ “Yeah he’s got no brain cells.”

“What information could you possibly think I would give away?”

“We’ll fight you for it if need be.”

“Wait, no I don’t agree to this.” Grian spoke up.

“Smart kid. Fine,” And Then leaned down and spoke in a babying voice. “What do you think I’m gonna tell you about?”

“The Dark. You’ve been there, and my uncle opened it up again, but we don’t know what’s on the other side and Astrid’s older bother already fucked with it.”

“Older bother?” Cerus asked, a metallic eyebrow raising, making Grian wonder how that was supposed to work.

“I can’t think of a better way to insult him. Suggestions would be lovely. I stuck all my brain cells on a trio name and Wassa ended up being the one to pick it.”

“Oh. That explains it. He wants a catalyst or some growths, doesn’t he?”

“Yeah, essentially.” Grian spoke up, not sure if when Cerus turned to look at him, they were glaring or not, because the eyebrows could move, but the gem eyes didn’t change shape at all. “I had some weird shit on my wings, we got it looked at because it was mushroomy, and now he wants more as payment. Or more, he just wants to know if he’ll get permakilled to get it.”

“Oh, well that’s simple enough.” Cerus said with a slight chuckle. “I’m sure Flora-” “Fleur.” “Whatever. Your uncle fixed it properly. Nightmare was still fucking around so things would have been broken there. The only thing that would screw things up is if the place closed up again while you were in there. Respawns were working fine until that happened.”

Astrid and Flora were fine with the information and started to leave, but Grian hesitated. “Who didn’t get out? Was that Aven? Is that why he’s a ghost when no one else is?”

Cerus was taken aback for a moment before huffing. “I heard that there was supposed to be a younger Grifter about, but I didn’t realize you would be just as nosy.”

“Sorry… I was just curious.”

Cerus crossed his arms and the rubies seemed to glow for a moment, maybe in anger or something, but then he sighed. “Someone… working with us got trapped in there when the place first got locked down. That was their punishment similar to Aven’s… current situation was his punishment and my consistent residence in this world is mine.”

“You mean you can’t leave?”

“That’s correct.” Then he looked at Flora, definitely glaring this time. “You can thank a relative of yours for that. Not your grandfather.” He tacked on at the end when Flora started to open her mouth.

‘Well I think that’s all we need. Aven had enough wits about him to mention there’s a monster on the other side. We just needed respawn info.’

“Well I’m glad I could help you so you won’t just stick around bothering me. Now, leave before I make you.”

And not wanting to test the patience of the statue man, Grian grabbed Flora and Astrid and ran them out of there. “So, I guess we got what we needed?”

“I mean I think? Now I’m wondering who in my family Cerus dealt with?”

Grian’s wings twitched slightly and the mycelium grew a little quicker for a moment. Neither of the other teens noticed, instead focusing on his following question. “Does… Does the name ‘The Warrior’ mean anything? I ran into Aven before since I’m living in the castle, and he mentioned that name.”

“Ugh, yes it does.” Flora grumbled. “Great Uncle. Also death, but in his own way. He’s the chicken guy. Well, the big reason they’re a death omen.”

“Ah, I guess that makes sense. Speaking of chickens, let’s get home. I want to make sure Sally’s fed well enough. She keeps not wanting to eat normal food but instead he’s getting into people’s chests and eating icestone?”

“That’s weird. But yeah, you can figure that out, I think I want to ask Grifter about the guests we’ve got.”

‘And I should check in with dad. Meet up in a few hours?’

And the teens parted ways to meet back up later at the castle, though while Flora and Astrid did as they said, Grian didn’t make it to Sally, someone else getting there first.

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“Hey, there they are!” Techno shouted, getting everyone’s attention. They looked to see Xisuma and Tommy in the distance, walking towards them. Tommy looked a little tired, leaning against Xisuma who was helping keep the teen up, and at the very least they could see Tommy’s mouth moving sometimes, so there was probably some sort of conversation going on.

The first person to run over to the pair was Grum, who when he reached them, tackled Tommy with a hug with enough force he almost fell over. After that, Xisuma picked Tommy up and just teleported them the rest of the way to the group before helping him sit down. “So, what took you so long?”

Xisuma rolled his eyes at his brother before hugging him, which just left Xannes frozen with surprise even after the hug ended. “Tommy just needed to talk for a while and I talked with him.”

“If that’s all he needed, why are we still stuck here?” Phil asked, getting a jab in the ribs from Paul, hand enough to leave him doubled over from getting the wind knocked out of him. He was still able to flip him off before fully recovering, though it wasn’t helped by Tommy nudging him enough to cause the avian to fall over. “What the fuck was that for?”

“I’m getting a new dad.” Tommy answered, Getting a confused look from Phil once he realized Tommy was serious and not just making a joke.

As Phil started to open his mouth, Xisuma stepped in and held a hand up to silence him and then gestured to Tommy. “Give him a chance to talk.”

It took a bit before Tommy got the confidence to actually speak. Before he got any words out, Mumbo had his hands over Grum’s ears, almost sensing just how vulgar Tommy was about to get. “Look. I went through a lot of shit that you three didn’t give a fuck about. Tech was acting like a cunt from almost day one with his bullshit about anarchy as if that shit had anything to do with the crap we had to deal with growing up. Wilbur was a pussy that gave me ptsd well before that green bitch did shit to me. Like I looked up to you and you treated me like shit and then were too much of a pussy in the end to kill yourself and made dad did it first. And then Dad, you showed up because you only fucking finally paid us enough goddamn attention to figure out the bullshit we were dealing with from that green motherfucker, but you still acted like a dick and shut yourself away and didn’t give a shit when I disappeared. I’ve got no fucking clue how true it was, but I’ve heard from at least someone that you and some others thought I fucking deserved what I got. You only gave a fuck when you thought I killed myself because you suddenly realized you were down to one kid and maybe realized that maybe you could be less of a fuckface and try to fix it, only managing to screw me over more. Because because of you guys, I might have gotten an actual goddamn good family but I was so fucked over, I thought they would be just as shitty as you three. So yeah, maybe you’re technically still family, but I’m getting my own fucking peace of mind and getting Xisuma to adopt me or some shit so if you fuck things up again, I’m not stuck with you people.”

There was a bit of shocked silence as people tried to comprehend what just happened before Paul shook Phil’s shoulder a little to pull him from his thoughts. “Well… fuck, I can’t really just apologize to fix that.” Phil started but then sighed and nodded. “But fine. I’m sure if I said no, you’d still do it. I already dealt with a bit of a mess with Wil and Fundy, I don’t want to deal with another, so go ahead.”

“Well fuck that!” Grum spoke up, getting a quick scolding from Mumbo. “Family’s weird but I’m still calling you my brother like we covered before. Stop trying to be an uncle because it’s not working on me!”

Mumbo went to scold Grum again, but Tommy just laughed and ruffled Grum’s nonexistent hair. And that seemed to do it, because in a few moments, the scenery changed, and instead of the enlarged base, all but one of them found themselves standing in a sort of cross between residential and shopping districts that looked unfamiliar to most of them, but clearly overgrown. The cheerful tone immediately shifted to a more grim one as simultaneously, Paul, Mumbo and Xisuma all spoke. “This is Doc’s.”

#hc x dsmp #hermit!tommy au #hermit!tommy #xisuma #xisumavoid #dadsuma #tommyinnit #paul soares jr #docm77 #evil xisuma #mumbo jumbo #grian #watcher grian #grian xelqua #yhs grian #hels!drista #hels!fundy #hels!captainsparklez #hels!jschlatt #hels!tubbo #hels!eret #hels!foolish #technoblade #philza #philza minecraft #grumbot #did!grumbot #wilbur soot #ghostbur

[ok-ish-incorrect-mcyt-quotes]

C!Mumbo: Hey, did you know as a kid I accidentally ate paper?

C!Tubbo: I feel like we've all done that at least once.

C!Tommy: I ate it too-

C!Tubbo: See?

C!Tommy:: -On purpose...

C!Mumbo & C!Tubbo: ...What?

-mod blue (generated)

#mumbo jumbo #hermitcraft mumbo #hermit tubbo #hermit tommy au #hc x dsmp #tommyinnit #tubbo

[made-nondescript]

very tempting to make tubbo and tommy slightly parasocial for grian hermitcraft in the tubbassador au because wilbur would not stop talking about how neat he thinks he is

#have not worked out if this makes logical sense yet so far it causes no problems but ive only outlined to like. first meeting #i just think it would be very funny if the picture of a skilled builder and trickster painted by wilbur #ended up getting shattered when they find out that (esp for tommy) hes kind of boring (fewer explosions than anticipated :/) #BUT....my other option allows them to know more about other hermits #which would be fun for tubbo in particular #but it might ALSO be more fun for him to go in blind....hrrrrm #tubbassador au #what i NEED to decide is the exact nature of Minecraft Fame and how it will operate #but its 1am i cant think too hard so instead just rotating

[cielcreations]

“Our Precious Son” - Desert Duo Dads AU

Commission I made for @upmostrylan

When Scar was running home, he was shielding himself from the pouring rain with his jacket, a blanket shielding his centaur body. He would fly home if he could, but his Elytra was broken and, even then, he didn't have any fireworks. Scar used his jacket to cover himself, but even then he was shivering and shuddering.

So, when Scar heard a baby crying, he could only imagine how cold he was.

His cat ears flicked, trying to pinpoint where the crying was. He ran over to it, seeing a baby basket with a tiny umbrella covering him. He was wrapped in a baby blanket and didn't look older than a few months. The boy had dark brown hair, tears streaming down his pale cheeks, nothing to protect him from the cold weather.

"Poor thing!" Scar exclaimed. He picked up the umbrella and basket, protecting himself and the baby from the rain, "Let's get you somewhere warm."

He walked home. Even though he was freezing, he didn't care. He could only imagine how cold the baby must be, poor thing. Scar got home and hung his jacket on the jacket hook before putting the umbrella down.

"Scar! About time, what- oh my god, what is that?!" His husband ran over, "A baby?! Oh my god, the poor thing is soaked!"

"I tried to protect him from the rain, but he was already wet when I found him!" Scar sighed, shaking his body on instinct, "Someone just left him, Grian. Left him all alone to... to die. I couldn't just-"

Grian picked the baby up from the basket, cooing and soothing him, "Scar, go take a warm bath and change, I'll help this little guy!"

"Okay."

Scar left to do as Grian said, the dirty blonde going to the sink. He moved all the dishes and cleaned it up before plugging the drain, filling the sink with warm water. Of course, not too hot to hurt the baby.

Grian removed the baby's clothes, the baby slowly calming down. Once the sink was filled, Grian gently placed him in the sink, careful not to let the baby dunk his head under.

"There you go..." Grian cooed, dipping his hand into the water and rubbing the baby's face, "Nice and warm, right?"

The baby just made some grunts and babbles, splashing the water a bit. Grian chuckled before humming. He closed his green eyes and reopened them, eyes turning purple as he used his magic.  Only four months old.  His eyes turned back to green, What kind of sick person just abandons a four month old? Especially in the rain? They're bound to get sick and die!

"Alright, I'm back." Scar walked over, dressed in new clothes with a towel around his neck, a larger towel resting on the back of his cat centaur body, "Nice and warm."

"He's only four months old." Grian said, using his hand to cup and pour the warm water on the baby's head, earning giggles, "Poor little guy..."

"...Grian, what're we going to do? Can you track his parents?"

"Scar, they're just going to abandon him again." Grian responded, "Only next time? Probably somewhere where no one finds him. We were lucky."

Scar hesitated, "But G, you and I...? We're not ready to just... house a baby!"

"I know but..." Grian sighed, "Who's going to take care of him? Mumbo can't, he  still doesn't know how humans work. Impulse loves kids, but he has said he doesn't want his own, at least not right now. Pearl is sort of nocturnal and that's no good for a baby. Everyone else lives far away! Little guy won't survive an air trip with an Elytra!"

Scar hesitated, ears lowering, "...I know all that, but... It's just... I want kids... I know you don't." He looked at his husband, "...I would love to care for this baby, you know that. But you? Do you want to?"

Grian blinked and looked at the baby, who was seemingly entranced by the faucet's head. The dirty blonde gently removed his hand from the faucet.

"Get me a towel?" Grian asked.

Scar did so. When he came back, Grian picked up the baby and wrapped him in the towel before holding him. The baby began sucking on his thumb and Grian gently removed it, using a little magic to give the baby a bee binkie.

The dirty blonde smiled, "I can make an exception... Especially because I feel bad for the little guy... I don't want to just... leave him like his scumbag parents."

Scar smiled and moved closer, cupping the baby's cheek in his hand, "We gotta give him a name. Can't just call him 'little guy' for the rest of his life."

Grian nodded, "Tubby."

"Tubby?"

"Yeah, cause he likes baths. And it's better than Sinky."

Scar rolled his eyes before shaking his head.,"How about Tubbo?"

"...Tubbo."

"Better than Tubby!"

"Shut up!" Grian playfully pushed Scar, the brunette laughing. He then hummed, brushing the brown bangs from the baby's face, "Tubbo... I guess it's a good name." He teased.

Scar chuckled, before smiling at the baby, "Welcome home, Tubbo."

***

"D-Daddy, Daddy!"

The two groaned, sitting up. Grian looked out the window, seeing the sun was still down.

"I got him." The dirty blonde smiled at his husband.

Scar hummed, "You sure?"

"Yeah, it's my turn anyways." Grian reassured.

Scar smiled, "I think Jellie is in the living room if Tubbo wants to cuddle with her? Or Maui and Pearl?"

"I'll ask him." Grian kissed his forehead before he left to the five year old's room.

He saw the poor boy on the bed, curled up on the bed, a blanket wrapped around him. Tubbo hugged his knees, shaking and crying.

"Oh, Tubby, what's wrong?" Grian cooed, sitting in front of him.

Tubbo looked up with teary blue eyes, his father wiping his eyes, "D-Daddy..."

"What happened, what's wrong?"

The brunette buried himself into the dirty blonde's chest, crying, "I-I had a n-n-nightmare! I-I w-was alone! Y-You and Papa w-weren't there! I-I was so scared a-and al-alone and-"

"Shhh, shhhh..." Grian cooed, wrapping his wings around Tubbo, "Shhhh, my Tubby, it's okay..." He gently pet his head, "It's okay... Scar and I will never, ever, ever,  ever  leave you. We love you so much, we could never leave you alone!"

"I-I don't w-want you t-to le-leave-"

"We won't. We will never, ever, ever, ever,  ever  leave you." Grian cooed, gently tilting Tubbo's chin up and wiping his eyes, "You are our little Tubby, why would we ever leave you? We won't. You're our son, we love you more than you ever know. You're stuck with me and Scar!" He gently tickled the boy's sides, Tubbo giggling, "You're stuck with us forever!"

Tubbo giggled, smiling at Grian.

"Feeling better?"

They turned and Tubbo smiled, "Papa!"

"Hey kiddo." Scar walked over, sitting on the floor, his body too heavy. He leaned forward and put his forehead against Tubbo's, purring, "You okay?"

"He's fine." Grian reassured, "Here, lay down, Tubbo. I'll teach you a trick for when you have nightmares."

Tubbo laid down, Scar kissing his forehead. Grian also kissed his forehead, the little boy giggling before he closed his eyes. Scar pulled the covers up, Tubbo cuddling into his bee plushie.

Grian gently placed his hand over Tubbo's eyes, his own turning purple, "This is a magic trick, Tubbo. Whenever you have bad dreams, just come to me and I'll help you. Repeat after me. Bad dreams, go away, I only want my good dreams to stay.'"

"Bad dreams, go away, I only want my good dreams to stay."

Grian's eyes glowed purple and he removed his hand, Tubbo passed out.

"What did you do?" Scar whispered as he and Grian snuck out of the room.

"Just made it so he won’t have any more nightmares tonight." The dirty blonde smiled, looking at his teasingly, "What, want me to do it to you, too?"

"Only if the dreams have you in it~!" Scar teased, the dirty blonde chuckling.

***

Ever since adopting Tubbo as their own, Grian sort of became the 'housewife.' He always liked to cook more than Scar (his husband preferred baking) and Scar... well, Grian wasn't a huge fan of cleaning, but he was much better at cleaning than Scar was. So, while Tubbo was at school, he and Scar would build and stock up their shops, and Grian would always end early to get home, make dinner, and clean up the mess before Scar came home with Tubbo. It's how they worked and how they lived, this was their normal.

One day, when Tubbo was 8, his husband and son came home as Grian was making dinner.

"Hey babe, what's for dinner?" Scar asked, walking over and kissing his cheek.

"Decided on something easy, so spaghetti."

Tubbo walked over and hugged Grian's legs, "Hi Dad!"

"Hi Tubby."

"Noooo!" The brunette teased, bouncing on his heels, "Tubbo! You can't call me Tubby anymore, I'm growing up!"

"In your dreams, maybe~!" Grian knelt down, kissing his forehead, "Now go wash up, dinner's almost finished!"

Tubbo giggled and left to wash his hands. Scar, once again, kissed Grian's cheek. The dirty blonde grabbed Scar's face and pulled him into a proper kiss. Scar hummed and kissed Grian back, holding onto his hips. Grian wrapped his arms around Scar's neck, humming as they kissed.

When they pulled back, Scar smiled down at the dirty blonde, "Hey there, handsome~ Miss me today~?"

"No, I just like kissing you~!" Grian winked.

"You are such a brat!" Scar kissed his neck.

"EWWWWW!!!" The two turned and Tubbo was sticking out his tongue, "GROSS!"

"What, you want kisses?!" Scar teased, pulling back from Grian and kneeling down, shaking his bottom half of his centaur body as if to "hunt"

Tubbo playfully screamed and began running, Scar pouncing. Grian laughed and finished up dinner as Scar grabbed Tubbo. He sat on his back legs, his front holding Tubbo to his chest before Scar began peppering kisses all over his face while their son screamed for help (playfully of course). Grian made three plates and set them up on the table, Scar and Tubbo stopping their playing and sitting at the table. They began talking about their days, Tubbo rambling about his day at school and what he and Tommy (his best friend) did. Once Tubbo was finished, Scar began talking about his day, Grian excitedly telling them how he's almost finished with the back of his latest build. 

Tubbo suddenly hummed, beginning to pick at his food.

"What's wrong?" Grian asked.

Tubbo hummed, "...Dad, can I have a little brother?"

Grian blushed darkly, choking on air as Scar nearly spit out his water, face also becoming red.

"W-What?!" Grian exclaimed.

"Well, someone in my class just got a little brother! Well, he had to wait because the baby was growing in his mom's stomach, but I want one! Or a little sister, but I would rather have a brother." Tubbo explained, "So, can I have a little brother?"

"U-Ummmm...?" Grian looked at Scar.

Scar blinked before he shrugged, "I-I mean... L-Let Dad and I talk about it, Tubbo."

"So it's a yes?!"

"I-It's a maybe..."

Tubbo smiled and nodded happily.

Scar and Grian just looked at each other and blushed.

***

"You're not aging." Scar murmured as he preened Grian's feathers.

"You're surprised?"

"No, I just... Tubbo is sixteen now..." He continued gently stroking Grian's feathers, "He's going to question why I look thirty and you don't look a day over twenty."

"Twenty four, thank you very much! It's when I became a you-know-what." Grian replied before letting out a moan, his whole body shivering, "Ooooh!"

Scar chuckled, tail flicking back and forth, "Geez, I know you like preening, but can you not moan?"

"I can't help it!"

"I know, I'm just teasing."

"DADSSSS!" The two turned and Tubbo slammed the door open, a bright smile on his face. However, the brunette paused, blinking, "...Am I interrupting-"

"Preening, Tubbo." Scar interrupted, continuing to preen the dirty blonde's wings, "You hang out with Tommy too much."

Grian shivered as Scar got one specific itch.

Tubbo moved to sit beside Grian, smiling, "Well, speaking of Tommy, I have exciting news!"

"Yeah, what's up?" Grian sighed.

"I'm going to move with Tommy!"

Grian sat up, "WHAT?!"

Scar gasped, "Woah, easy there!"

"You're doing what?!" Grian exclaimed, sitting up fully.

Tubbo smiled, "Him, Phil, Wilbur, and Tech are all moving to a new part of the world! Something about Kristin finding a new home for them? I don't know, don't talk to her much! I want to move with them!" He then frowned, "I... I love it here, Dad. Love it here with you and Pops, but I... I want to see more of the world! I'm not as good a builder as you and Pops, but I can make my own stuff, or I can get my own diamonds, set up my own shops! Or even just have fun exploring, like you guys did!"

"Tubbo..." Grian murmured.

Scar pulled Grian to his chest and smiled, "When are you guys moving?"

"Y-You'll let me?!"

"It'll be hard, but... well, we can't keep you here forever." The brunette then pinched Grian's cheeks, "As much as your pesky bird father wants to."

"Phil says he wants to move Friday!"

"Then go pack your stuff!" Scar teased.

Tubbo smiled brightly and hugged Grian and Scar tightly, kissing their foreheads and ranting to himself as he ran to his room.

Grian frowned, wings lowering, "...Scar..."

"Everyone has to leave the nest, G." Scar gently hugged him, his front legs resting on Grian's thighs.

"...If he leaves, I can't protect him." Grian hugged himself, "If he leaves, they will go after him."

"No they won't."

"Yes they-"

"Gri, do they attack me?" Scar said, "No. They know not to attack us. You will attack back and you're so strong." He then lowered his voice, "They know I'm your husband and he's our son. You already attacked them when they killed me and nearly destroyed the world. Imagine what you can, and will, do if they even think about hurting our boy?"

Grian sighed and huffed, "I hate it when you're right."

"I know." Scar chuckled.

"Dad, Pops!" Tubbo came back into the room, one bag packed, "...Are you guys sure you want me to move?"

"I don't want you to move." Grian teased with a smile, "Want you to stay here with me forever!"

"Dad, stop! I'm trying to be serious!" Tubbo laughed.

Grian smiled, "I know..."

Scar smiled as well, "We trust Phil and Kristin. We know you'll be safe with them. So we don't mind." He then playfully glared, "But you have to tell us if anything bad happens and feel free to call, we all have communicators! And make sure to visit every so often! And-"

Tubbo chuckled, "I get it, I get it! I'll keep in touch!"

Scar chuckled, Grian smiling softly. He reached out and the brunette hummed, taking the other's hand.

Grian pulled Tubbo into his lap, wrapping him in his wings, "...Tubbo... Can I ask you something? Something serious?"

"Okay...?" Tubbo responded, confused.

"...Have you ever seen... something dark? Like, a shadow with purple eyes? Or... anything with purple eyes?"

"Hmmm... no, not that I remember?"

"Okay, good. Promise me, if you see anything, and I mean anything with purple eyes, you call me immediately, okay?"

Tubbo faced Grian, "Dad, what-"

"Just promise me, Tubbo. I just need you to promise me."

"...I promise."

"Good." Grian hugged Tubbo tightly, "...I love you, Tubbo."

"I love you too, Dad. And you too, Pops." Tubbo smiled, "You guys are the best!"

"So you're leaving the best?" Scar teased, causing Grian and Tubbo to laugh.

Grian hugged Tubbo in his wings, kissing the back of his head, "We love you so much, Tubby."

The teen just smiled, rolling his eyes at the nickname. The three just smiled and cuddled, Scar purring, Grian's wings fluttering happily, and Tubbo leaning into his dads.

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[tommyinnit-simp-95]

A gurney was quickly wheeled over to the huddle just as Purpled, Hbomb, Dan, Deo and Tubbo appeared dragging a badly beaten up Michael McChill behind them.

"Bad! You can read lips! Tell us what's going on!" Foolish quickly says.

TW:

Threats of murder

Blood

Mention of Nukes

Mention of brain damage

Mentioned Child Neglect

Manipulation

Mention of forced drug use

Panic attack

Cursing

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