#admin yells into the void

[anachronistic-falsehood]

i might just gonna go back to trigun at this point.

#whiskey yelling into the void #when ur biggest interest revolves around content creators it's like a fucking landmine waiting to go off #it's just problem after problem after problem #someone is exposed to be a groomer someone else is Going Through The Fucking Wringer with false accusations someone ELSE is an abuser #a good chunk of the admin team is being mistreated people aren't being paid etc etc #this is almost worse than my dsmp days

[thinkin-bout-milgram]

Idk abt lore but have u ever considered muu and amane parallels

They both mention either “magic of sorry”( according to google translate) or “sorry spells” respectively, and sorry seems to be a recurring thing for both of their first trial songs, tho muu more then amane

Theyre both rlly childish and while amane was raised in an actual cult muu was in kinda cult of personality situation. Amane asks if shes a good girl and if she can be weak/spoil herself while muu does both those things on her own terms and wonders if shes a bad girl.

Both of them seem to admire their parents a lot, etc

Also, according to the amane minigram abt her parents, i kinda wonder if her dad was one kf the four leaders if it translates to “his people”. If thats true then it wld imply that tho amane holds a lit of respect and admiration for him, she doesnt see him as a father, thus why he appears like a robot thing in magic

Also while on amanes mv i definitely agree that riyone staged the accident but i think her more official role in the cult might be rituals, or more specifically healing ones, bc her pigtails are bandaids and shes the kne who first suggests praying for the orange cat.

Also the four faces behind the hurt orange cat seem ro be colorcodes for the four leaders praying for him, maybe suggesting that the cult believes that the four leaders can heal any wounds?

That wld mean that amanes treatment not only goes against the cults beliefs but the leaders authority as a whole

Anyways just some randkm thoughts that have been fermenting srry!

Hello again!

I definitely think that there's high overlap between Amane and Mu. They're also similar in the fact that they both had to endure a lot of pain (seemingly emotional and physical) before they got to the point of murder (Mu with the endless bullying, Amane with being literally tortured for indoctrination). I think that a lot of Milgram prisoners have some parallels between them; honestly, I think it could be really fun to take a look at how I could pair the prisoners up in terms of similarities, so thanks for that idea!

I'm not sure about translations and such, but I've always been under the impression that Amane's dad was away a lot? I don't remember where I got that from, I feel like she mentioned something about it though. I'd thought it was a "I respect my dad but he's always busy so these other people (the four robot leaders) basically raised me."

I think that Riyone running rituals makes a lot of sense! My interpretation of the prayer scene isn't necessarily that they believe that the leaders can heal all pain or anything, but rather that everything happens for a reason/God can injure and heal as desired so they shouldn't mess with it. Instead of using medicine, which is considered evil, they should pray and ask God to handle it for them. That's definitely what the cult leaders were preaching, though, so either way, Amane was definitely directly opposing them by healing the cat (you can especially tell because she puts a finger to her mouth as if to say "it's a secret" right before she's found out).

#milgram #ミルグラム #admin venus #thanks again for the ask!!! #i got your other one too btw but it seemed like this was the one to respond to #don't hold back on asking cause i like yelling into the void #also apologies if my interpretation of the cult/prayer stuff is off #the interpretation i have is actually extremely similar to the world premise of a novel i'm writing #so that's a whole thing #legit though i think i'm gonna write that pair of similarities in prisoners theory at some point cause i think there's a lot to talk about

[scarredsands]

am i really going to make another orre oc. am i REALLY G-

#🌵 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 / ooc. #tbd #i just need to yell this into the void. probably wont be happening any time soon BUT #former cipher admin that tried leaving? #and they sent assassins after him bc of him knowing sensitive info? #and he lost his arm and has a body mod now????? oh i can make him SO stupid. himbos are my brand #and of COURSE i need to have him and saya connected somehow. maybe they had a short fwb type fling or something. my brain is frothing rn

[local-magpie]

so i am thinking i should probably get going on my march release tomorrow, since i start a new job this month and i... dont know how that will impact my time exactly lmao. but i also have a ton of other stuff i need to work on, like my twitch emotes but also updating my patreon and setting up my tumblr to have my links/commission info/etc... maybe i will wait until Thursday or so to start on the potions stock art and get going on all the admin work ive been putting off

#also my linkedin and resume Still need updating #so much to do yet so little time #if only admin work could be done once and then forgotten #or if i could afford an assistant lmfao #yelling at the void

[the-hoziest]

not to be sad girl blogging on main again but i genuinely feel so fucking alone. not necessarily lonely. alone.

#yelling into the void #solo holiday fun wss so nice #except for the parts where i had to talk to family.............. #like im here to babysit #and do life admin #for a pair of grown ass adults in their 50s #which like. i don't mind. but they do NOT cooperate #do not listen at all do not help me #it's exhausting i would not nanny for kids who gave me such a hard time lmao #i call it babysitting because that's what it feels like and im tired of it #i came here and i asked to be taken care of. i asked my mum to come stay with me and take care of me. #bc im tired. im sad. im anxious. im broken. #and both times i end up babysitting bc her husband is there #i love my dad but sometimes he is too much of a burden. so i will say her husband. #just as i will say her other daughter. #my head hurts #i wanted peace i wanted company idk #im so tired. so tired.

[posts-from-the-sign-shop-queer]

this meme is brought to you by a massive miscommunication at work!

#goddammit james #james from admin #work shenanigans #miscommunications #construction #blue collar #meme #niche joke for literally no one #ah well #this is basically like yelling into the void #but at least it gets the frustrations out #JAMES WHY #metric vs imperial

[updatingranboo]

hello! this is just a little reminder that me, the admin, can see all of your tags! i love reading the tags you leave, just remember that you aren’t yelling into the void and you probably will be seen by someone else, so if you have things you would rather other people not see don’t say them in this update account tags! thank you 🙏

#99% of you guys are awesome #some comments make me go 🤨 but that’s just me #just a reminder don’t want you guys embarrassing yourselves #just be respectful and you’ll be fine #not updating ranboo #admin notes

[fuck-customers]

I accidentally scanned someone’s purchase twice, and that started them getting pissed at me and looking for any way they can project their own anger onto me to feel justified about feeling angry. First I was kind of jostling their purchase around without much thought and they got angry about me “throwing” their purchase. The purchase that never left my hand. Because apparently the sound of their plastic cups bumping against each other meant I was throwing. I voided the item and read out the price. Which they didn’t listen to and proceeded to stare at me. They continued to yell at me, obviously WANTING me to be angry. I guess because otherwise they would feel like the jackass they were acting like. And they ended saying “Well I hope you have a better day” because they wanted to play being the bigger person when they were the one that started it. Anyway three different customers that saw that talked shit about them for making a scene

Posted by admin Rodney.

[idontknowreallywhy]

Estera Ch 7 - Gull

(Prologue, Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6)

(Sofasurf’s Recrudescence which is the foundation for all of this)

Scott paces, Virgil paints, John panics…

Another little warning for things discussed but not actually happening here. Some of Scott’s pondering is based on either my own experience or that of friends… sorry if it therefore seems ‘out of voice’ for him, but it’s where I think he lands at this point in the story.

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The Sunday morning sun peeked cautiously over the horizon and cast a burnt orange glow over the water as Scott paced the length of the balcony again and again. He barely noticed the changing light, his focus on wrestling his own mind into submission… with minimal success.

He wanted to run. Run until he was too exhausted to think. That would help him get out of this spiral. But he knew he’d never back get past the puppy pile he’d managed to sneak away from when he awoke suddenly desperate to see the sky. He paused and pressed his face against the glass to see them still peaceful, all in wildly different sleeping positions and, he smiled affectionately, probably making the full range of amusing sleep-noises between them.

He’d not get away with opening the door again, not now the dawn chorus had started, someone would wake. And they needed their sleep. Fine. He was trapped here for the time being.

Unless he climbed down…

He peered over the railing down at the pool deck.

No, he couldn’t run if he broke a leg. And his brothers would probably panic and assume he’d been trying something silly. Sillier than climbing down a cliff face merely because he needed to adrenaline-burn some thoughts from his mind without an audience.

Predictably they were very worried about that. John had asked him outright last night if there was any ideation - a form of words that sounded very much like Patricia in risk-management mode. Of course she’d probably had a word.

He knew why he was asking, but it was hard not to shrug it off as a non-issue. Sure, he could admit wasn’t in a great place right now… but as he told her at the start of every session when the question came - his protective factors were rock solid. And they were the brothers he was responsible for. He wasn’t ever going to deliberately do anything to hurt them, they’d suffered enough loss.

As much as he wished his family had been left with somebody more… well… Everything… Scott was what they were stuck with and despite the darker thoughts he knew logically that he was better than nothing. He knew he couldn’t knowingly leave them with all the burdens his father had left him with. One of the more frequent questions he’d yelled at the horizon from the privacy of the far side of the island was why on Earth Dad had saddled him with so much ADMIN?

A gull screeched at him in agreement.

A wry smile. He could sort the admin. He was good for something at least. And, for whatever reason, they did love him, he knew that. They kept going out of their way to demonstrate it.

And Dad had had flaws, hadn’t he? More apparent in retrospect… but Scott still loved and missed him… so it stood to reason the others might miss Scott if he was gone.

No, no silliness.

Whether he’d ever be any real use again though…

He watched the bird wheel overhead and his heart sank. No flight for him for a while. If One was needed, Alan would pilot her. He’d made the decision before poor Virgil had been forced to. His brother had been through enough dealing with Scott’s mess and selfishness recently. He seemed exhausted, he felt a stabbing guilt, and John was little better.

The pacing recommenced.

In retrospect, switching off the comm for the flight home had been unwise. But he’d felt it best that the full range of military-schooled curse words he’d yelled into the void of One’s cockpit did not end up on the official record and could not be overheard by impressionable younger brothers. It had made sense at the time. But yeah, they’d assumed the worst and… he cringed… Virgil and John seemed to have been really freaked out by something else that he needed to get to the bottom of.

Yet another thing to fix. Typical Scott Tracy, number one impulsive idiot - why think it through beforehand when you can overthink it one hundred times after the event?

The seabird suddenly nosedived to plunge into the water. He stopped to watch. It emerged empty-beaked and Scott felt a twinge of sympathy. Better luck next time little friend. The hill seemed to shrug it off, flew out of sight and the useful distraction was lost.

His mind swerved unavoidably back to yesterday and the relentless back and forth began again.

She stared up at him, again, pale-faced and wide-eyed, clear as the fists he clenched in front of him, closer than his own skin.

It had to be her. He knew it was her and she’d known him. But what if it wasn’t? What if she had merely been one of the many other rescuees over the years? His reaction would have seemed so weird and inappropriate. There might be a complaint.

But what if it was her? That was worse? It was definitely worse. He felt sick as he realised he’d grabbed her by the shoulders in much that same way as that monster in the square had when… when…

Maybe it wasn’t her. Maybe he hadn’t recovered as well as he thought. He was just seeing her in the faces of random people. That had happened before, when he first got back he passed her on the street several times a day, she was serving behind every counter, brought the mail to their door…

Could it have been though?

It was. He knew it was as sure as he could be sure of anything. He’d seen her so many times, particularly recently when he’d been sick.

Before the sickness, he’d contained it all fairly well during waking hours. There were certain odd triggers he struggled to counter. The slightly blood-like scent of rusted iron for example, thankfully not a common building material these days, but when they encountered it at close range… for a few moments he’d be back there crouching behind the rubble, the fence pole in his hand resting slightly on the side of his face as he watched her defy the soldiers.

But the nights… So many nights he’d shouted again and again for her to run but the sound wouldn’t come out… or if it did, it was rasping and painful and too slow. Too slow. She had waited too long. He strained and struggled against the unrelenting arms holding him back as the thug with the combat knife barked an instruction, then turned and gave chase.

She hadn’t got far enough away, he’d known that truth for ten years.

He’d failed.

Then there’d been pain and darkness.

He’d regained consciousness in the tiny cell and the pain and darkness had only intensified… he squeezed his fists and eyes closed and sang the names of his brothers to himself under his breath. He didn’t need to go there.

That Place didn’t hold him anymore.

SHE did, though.

She was watching every time he failed to save another person. All the times he wasn’t quick enough or strong enough, he had apologised to the ghost of her over and over and over.

If she was alive…

If she WAS alive… it changed everything.

He had to know for sure.

He turned his back to the sun and gazed up at the fading morning star for a long moment. Then tapped his comm and whispered quietly “EOS? Can you do me a favour?”

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It had been a quiet couple of days.

Alan and Kayo had completed one rescue in orbit and the rest of them had sat in the lounge assisting on comms. Scott had been a little quieter than usual, deferring to John on a couple of points where usually Virgil might have expected him to be more decisive, but it WAS a space rescue and that wasn’t entirely unheard of. Scott had never been space’s biggest fan.

Other than that they’d all done their own thing, mostly within reasonably close proximity to their oldest brother because, at least for Virgil, it was difficult to actually let him out of his sight. So he’d played piano, painted on the mezzanine, baked a couple of apple pies. Normal things he’d normally be in the communal area to do and not suspicious at all.

Scott himself was sorting some TI paperwork and, at one point, handwriting the little cards they tried to send to young rescuees within two weeks of the event in which they were involved. Many were drafted by a special department at TI, the actual Tracy involved usually just adding a signature or, in Virgil’s case, a tiny doodle. But Scott did like to make them more personal when he had the time so the only unusual thing was that it wasn’t being done at 2am the night before their posting deadline.

When a quick count had revealed 11 cards rather than 10 stood up to dry, Virgil had wandered past and casually queried it - they didn’t usually include the adults after all. Scott silently handed him the extra card which appeared to be addressed to “Alex’s Awesome Right Shoe” at which point the younger brother concluded that whatever the story was behind that, it could wait for when Scott was ready to tell.

Along with all the rest. Hopefully.

He’d even gone to bed at a reasonable hour which was rather more odd. Virgil felt slightly uncomfortable asking EOS to confirm he was actually in bed… like she was some kind of high tech baby monitor… but her assurance meant he felt able to retire to his studio to work on a project too messy for the lounge.

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Shortly before midnight Virgil was clearing up in his studio when John popped up on looking serious but not in the usual way.

“Evening John, what’s up? Do we have a situation?”

His brother cleared his throat and appeared uncertain of what he was about to say.

“Virgil, Scott asked EOS to hack a couple of… databases.”

Virgil frowned and turned off the tap, spinning to face John’s hologram with paintbrushes still dripping, “What databases? Whose databases?”

John’s eye twitched. “The UK Home Office and the GDF War Archives.”

Virgil cursed as one of his more delicate brushes snapped in his fist.

“And… did she?”

“Of course she did, he’s the Commander. Honestly, Virgil, I’m beginning to think she listens to him more than to me. She’s certainly been chatting away on his direct line fairly frequently. Apparently he’s been answering some of her ‘modern historical and anthropological questions’” John’s use of air quotes somehow conveyed deep unease. “I have instructed her not to annoy him but he hasn’t complained. If I didn’t know better, I’d say she’d gone soft on him since he was sick.”

“Well it’s better that they get along, I suppose. But John, what are they up to? Why?!”

“She said she was instructed not to reveal the details but has interpreted that instruction to mean she can tell me the basics without detail. She’s quite proud of how quickly she got through their firewalls.”

John paused.

“Virgil, maybe you should put those down?”

He looked down at the expensive brushes he’d been mangling and flung them into the sink.

“When was this?”

“Yesterday morning, apparently. Has he been working on Tracy Industries material ALL day today?”

“Yes. At least… I assumed so? I try not to get involved unless it’s R&D. All I did was check in and remind him to go to bed at a sensible time. From what I could tell then it was mostly spreadsheets on screen. Didn’t he have a budget thing to approve?”

“No. That was last week. I’ll see if I can find out what documents he was looking at but...” John coughed awkwardly at this point and Virgil looked at him quizzically until he continued “I haven’t currently got EOS’s help because she’s powered herself down for what she called “essential self care and maintenance” so with one thing and another it might take me a little while. Could you go and check on him?”

Virgil wiped his hands on his jeans and sprinted from the room.

He paused and listened at his brothers’ door. Gentle snoring floated through the wood and Virgil’s frown deepened. His brother didn’t tend to snore unless he was sick? He pushed open the door and found himself unsurprised to find the room empty, his brothers’ comms unit carefully located in the centre of the un-slept-in bed and a sound effects track playing on loop. He swiped it off in frustration and was lifting his arm to call John when his brother popped up in a state of extreme agitation: “Tracy Two has just taken off. Comms are inactive.”

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#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #scott tracy #virgil tracy #john tracy #Estera #Tw: ptsd #idontknowreallywhy fanfic #TB Estera

[thesmpisonfire]

I mean this 100% as a compliment but can I just say it's so funny how unserious you're being about an egg admin vague tweeting you? I would be absolutely terrified but you're making posts about her seeing your Fundy pfp it's so funny

I'm not scared bc like. She got heated about a single post where I talked about a conspiracy I saw on twitter that the admins got beef and I was salty about stuff and then yelled at the tumblr void about it 😭 anyone that scrolls down will see it was just that and all the rest it was me talking about what made me ick in the document

People are heated bc i said "lmao the admins are beefing 🤪🤪🤪" to a total of 10 ppl that were paying attention to me. I'm not gonna be scared bc they can't take someone taking the piss on a situation that left me stressed all day and i wasn't saying targeted to anyone. I never said Lea lied about being mistreated or she lied about everything she went through. She just said shitty things. Both can coexist

[iwillstealyourjawbone]

My fic for the MCYTblr Holiday Exchange! For @hydrobugz, beta'd by the wonderful @blocky-tides

1.

Grian Dreamslayer, Ex-Watcher and Evo Admin, was bored. His executive function had decided that he didn’t need to be productive in the time he had set aside for working. No, instead his useless brain thought that what he really needed was to lie on some chests and let his thoughts run, because that always turned out great. 

He considered going to bother X, but didn’t want to get up from his (uncomfortable but simultaneously the only place he could be without becoming even more restless and despondent) sprawl across one of his several chest monsters. 

He was just dozing off when he was QUITE RUDELY awoken by one ImpulseSV yelling in his ear.

“Grian Grian Grian Grian Grian wake up! Wake up!”

Halfheartedly swatting him away, he rolled over to try to see what was going on, but forgot that he had sprawled on the edge of his chest monster, and fell flat on his face. Onto Impulse’s boots. 0 stars, would not recommend. The laces hurt your face. Grian should make laceless boots, they’d be better to fall on.

“Gri? You gonna move, bud?”

Oh yeah. Impulse. 

“No, I live here now.”

Problem solved. Grian wins. At life. Yeah.

“Grian, I will call Gem. You don’t want to get Gem angry, right? Remember what happened to Etho. You need to build the back of Dwayne. It’s an eyesore, and Scar just built a castle, you can build half a base,” Impulse said, presumably staring down at him with a stern look on his face. 

“Nooooooooooo :(“ Grian whined, pouting. Rolling closer to Impulse so that he laid curled around Impulse’s legs.

“How did you make that sound with your face. Grian. Grian how,” Impulse said, a look of utter horror written across his features. 

“Don’t worry about it!” Grian said, grinning in a way that stretched his void-black eyes just so to strike fear into even a mines-hardened dwarf like Impulse. 

“Grian,” He half-pleaded, half-sighed, a weary look on his face, the look of a man who has seen the Horrors (Grian, sleep deprived).

“:)”

Suffice to say, Grian didn’t have to finish the back of his base, and instead chugged a Slowness potion right after a Weakness to send himself into the closest thing he had to the sweet release of death on a respawn server, sleep. Doing that in the middle of the day had the unfortunate side effect of making him wake up at 3 AM and go for a night walk, terrifying Cub, who just wanted some water.

2.

“Hey Xisuma!” Grian said, sock-sliding into the room where the poor overworked admin was sitting at his desk doing smart-people work.

“What now, Grian,” Xisuma sighed, already anticipating Grian’s antics, spinning around in his gamer chair. (He denied it’s true nature, but Grian and Pearl had gotten it for him in the first place, it was supposed to help with posture, and the description that the seller had given it was ‘Posture Correcting Chair for Gamers’, so there Xisuma)

“Your desk is very messy for someone who works on code, notably not on paper,” Grian said, fully off-topic from what he originally came in to do.

“Why are you of all people here, Grian? Normally you avoid me at all costs until you’ve finished the back of your base, which you haven’t done. So what is your plan here, Gri?” Xisuma said, tenting his fingers like one of those old-timey movie villains.

“You look like that old guy, what's-his-face … DR EVIL! That's it. You look like Dr Evil. You know, from the movies?” Grian clapped his hands in a satisfied manner at having figured that out. “Anyways, I was wondering for no particular reason if you knew how to sew or weave anything, just for funsies.” Grian tried to look innocent, but Xisuma had seen him in the midst of prank wars several times too often to be fooled, and had to clean up his messes far too many times. 

“Grian, go build your base. I can tell from experience when you are hiding something or trying to get out of doing something, and right now, I see both. Stop procrastinating.” Xisuma said sternly, turning back to his Very Important Server Business and leaving Grian to find his way out of his base. 

“Fine, I’ll just ask Pearl, I didn’t need you anyways, Ixay-Soomay-Vhoyad. Harrumph.” Grian muttered, standing there for a few moments waiting for Xisuma to change his mind. When Xisuma didn’t, Grian turned around, striding out of the base, arms crossed and nose scrunched up angrily.

3.

Grian shot off a rocket to propel himself over Decked Out 2, taking a moment to admire just how much effort had gone and was still going into it. He waved to Tango, who was working on the exterior of the base, doing a loop-de-loop in the air as the blazeborne smiled up at him, then continued on his journey to the lands of Soup, also known as Gem, Impulse, and Pearl’s bases. 

A few minutes later, he alighted atop the great alien fungus that one PearlescentMoon called home, and (after sneezing a few times, alien pollen apparently still triggers allergies) began trying to get his friend to snap out of her building focus. 

“PEARL HELP!”

That should do the trick.

Sure enough, a second later he spotted her take off from her workplace on some rocks, and fly towards him.

“Grian, what? What’s happening? Why did you yell? Are you okay?” She said, landing next to him with her sword out, scanning the area for any danger.

“I didn’t want to walk around looking for you, your base is too big!” He said, bouncing over and bumping his head against her shoulder affectionately.

“Grina, you scared me, jeez. You are such a nugget.” She chided, putting her sword away and slumping.

“Sorry… anyways, do you know where I can acquire a bolt of fabric large enough to cover an area the size of the back of a base, for reasons of shenanigans?” Grian asked.

“Oooo, what shenanigans? I want in!” Pearl replied, excited with the prospect of a reprieve from her work.

Grian hesitated. Pearl was one of the most dedicated builders on the server, and he knew from personal experience that she was more than capable of knocking some sense into him if she thought he needed it. 

Pearl gave him a knowing look, “You’re procrastinating.”

It wasn’t a question.

“My base,” Grian sighed. The cat was out of the bag, he might as well go all in. 

“Gri, I’m not going to lecture you, because I know you know what I’m going to say, and when Xisuma gets on your tail about it you’re going to hear the unabridged version whether you like it or not. Now, all that said, what were you planning on doing with those large amounts of fabric?”

“I was going to fashion it up into a cape to cover the back of my base and call it finished,” Grian said, slightly sheepish but knowing that Pearl would find the idea hilarious. 

Sure enough, Pearl bonked her head against his and let out a laugh, “Gri! Oh, that’s amazing.”

He was about to ask if she would help him even still when she grabbed his arm and started dragging him over to her giant mushroom house.

“C’mon Grian! We’re having SOUP!” 

4.

[JoeHills] hey grian, are you available to help me get wood? behind cleo’s base

[Grian] sure! omw

Grian rocketed through the Nether tunnels, beautifully built by Tango and his helpers,  and one of the best ways to get around. As he came up on Cleo’s portal, he sent a quick message to Joe.

[Grian] @ cleo’s portal

[Grian] almost there

Shaking off the vertigo that always accompanied going though Nether Portals, he emerged into the daylight, only to be met with a stern looking XisumaVoid and one JoeHills standing behind him, looking slightly ashamed.

“Sorry, Grian! He made me do it.” Joe said, running back to his base. 

“Grian,” Xisuma stated. “You can’t put it off forever, the season’s almost over. You and I both know it will haunt you forever if you don’t finish before we leave.”

He was right, however much Grian didn’t want to admit it. 

“I know, but ‘Suma-” 

“No ‘buts’, Grian!”

Hehe. Butts.

“Fine, I’ll go try and get some work done, but you know how it is. No guarantees, never guarantees.” He said, all the defiance seeping out of him and leaving a quiet tiredness behind.

“That’s all I can ask for, Grian.”

“Do you have chocolate to give me in exchange?” Grian asked, not expecting anything to come of it but still wanting to try.

“I have chocolate!” Cleo said from around the corner, having apparently been there the whole time.

“Give please,” Grian said, making grabby hands towards her, moving on quickly from her eavesdropping and leaving the bad vibes behind, he didn’t need that in his life. 

The chocolate was very good, it was the fancy dark chocolate that melted on your tongue and that Grian would kill and die for. 

“Cleo, we’ve talked about this! Listening to other people’s conversations is not okay.” Xisuma said, not over the negativity. He needed some crystals, Grian had heard somewhere that citrine might be good for calming? He wasn’t sure. It helped with something!

“Chocolate?” Cleo asked, ignoring Xisuma, he wasn’t the boss of her. Snapping off a piece, she handed it to the admin.

“Are you trying to bribe me?” Xisuma asked incredulously.

“Is it working?”

In the commotion of an increasingly weary Xisuma trying to impart some life lessons onto Cleo, Grian managed to slip away and headed back to his base to ‘work on his base’ (aka go find Jellie for some stress relief).

+1

Grian rolled over in his bed, groaning as the sunlight hit his eyes. He usually had the curtains closed, that’s weird.

“Grian! Wake up!” Gem exclaimed.

Why was Gem here?

“All the Hermits are here! We’re going to help you build your base!”

Okay then.

Wait. What? His base?

“Pearl, X, and Joe helped arrange it! It’s our Hermits Helping Hermits project this week.”

That makes sense. 

Gem ran outside, and Grian followed somewhat bemusedly and still tired from being abruptly woken up. As he stepped out onto his scaffolding, he stopped dead in his tracks. 

All the Hermits were there. Gem wasn’t kidding. Cub and Cleo seemed to be competing over who could place trapdoors the fastest, while Joe fueled both the argument from the sidelines working in a crafting table where he was rapidly filling double chests with materials. 

To their right, Impulse, Etho, and Tango were laughing while Bdubs squawked indignantly, most likely the (lighthearted) butt of a joke.

Directly beneath them were Mumbo and Scar, who seemed to have gotten distracted, with Mumbo looking over Scar’s prosthetic supports for his back and legs while Scar waved his hands as he did when he was off on a tangent. Even from a distance, Grian could hear the words ‘Stormtroopers’ and ‘rides’, so he could make an educated guess that he was talking about Scar’s recurring hyperfixation, Disneyland.

The other Hermits were scattered around, all laughing and chatting and working on parts of the base.

He was snapped back to the present by Xisuma and Pearl landing right in front of him and Gem. Pearl beaming and Xisuma’s body language conveying happiness too, albeit a little more reserved.

“Pearl, ‘Suma, this is amazing! I- You- Why-. I have no words.”

Not knowing how to articulate the unabashed joy he felt at all his friends coming together to help him, he surged forward and enveloped them both in a hug. 

He stayed there, trying to regain his composure, for longer than he would like to admit, but eventually he pulled away.

“C’mon, nobody’s working on the roofs yet!”

#hermitcraft #grian #holiday exchange #my first fic :D #happy holidays yall #have some fluff

[local-magpie]

i keep forgetting i need a better setup for taking pictures of myself... any time i want to take something other than a selfie i am rigging my phone into place with furniture and packing tape. not sure if i should get some kind of camera stand for my phone or if i should invest in a small camera + stand...

#one one hand phone cam stand is probably cheaper #on the other if i get a real camera (and i probs will eventually) itll become obsolete wont it #this isnt an OF thing i dont have one (yet) (i keep waffling on the admin work involved) (and this) #yelling at the void

[canned-goose-feathers]

IX.

It's odd how quickly the presence in his head becomes normal. It still scares him occasionally with a whisper in his ear or warmth spread down his spine. He steers clear of the other hermits, though some are easier to avoid than others, Scar being the absolute worst. While the man still gives him space, it's like he's waiting for something to happen. He talks to Grian like he's waiting for some big surprise, like a child who knows his parents have planned a surprise party, but he knows that he's not supposed to know. The difference is that Grian knows that he knows, except Grian doesn't really know what Scar thinks he knows (or should know). 

It's very confusing. Grian tries not to think about it. 

Grian is sitting in front of a dormant Grumbot. He wonders if Grumbot is sleeping. Can he dream? He didn't program h to, but then again he'd had been showing some . . . Interesting attributes Grian definitely didn't program in. The sound of a rocket breaks his thoughts and he looks up to see someone gliding into his little hole. 

Xisuma lands easily, his elytra folding behind him. Grian can't really see the bottom half of his face through the visor, but the crinkle of his eyes tells him the admin is smiling. 

"Hello Grian!" 

Grian grins, "Fancy seeing you here, X-eye-zuma. What brings you to my rift?" 

Xisuma visibly rolls his eyes, then says "Just wanted to check in with you, mate. Mumbo's not here to do it, someone has to."

"That is true." Grian tries not to let the longing seep into his voice. He misses Mumbo more than he'd dare to say. Grian purses his lips for a second, then looks back up to Xisuma. He opens his mouth to say something, but suddenly there's static in his head. He blinks away the stars that have gathered in his vision. His tongue refuses to work, as if the words have just left him. 

"Grian?" Xisuma says. He doesn't sound confused. He doesn't know why that sticks out; in any other situation like this, the other should sound confused, maybe even worried. He doesn't sound like he's either of those. He sounds almost . . . Wary? No, that's not quite right. His voice is almost like a warning, like the kind one would a cat about to get into something it shouldn't. 

Xisuma's hand touches Grian's shoulder and glass shatters. 

Grian is stumbling backwards, uncoordinated and frantic. He doesn't even notice the movement over the screaming in his head. 

He Knows He Knows He Knows He Knows He Knows He Knows He Knows He Knows He Knows He Knows He Knows He Knows He Knows He Knows He Knows He Knows-

Grian claps his hands over his ears as the Entity shrieks in his head. He feels his wings raise and it takes every ounce of strength in him to shove them tight against his back. 

"Shut up!" he yells over the cacophony, "stop it, stop it!" 

The screaming stops. He's shaking hard, rattled in the sudden silence. He's never felt so out of control, never had it use his body like that. He wants it out, wants to tear out red feathers and extract this thing from him in any way that he can, he wants it gone. 

Xisuma stares. His visor is darker and Grian can't even begin to guess at his expression. His hand is still outstretched towards him. 

Grian stares back, his mind racing to recover from the onslaught and somehow say something, anything, to cover for the fact that he just lost it at a single touch and, oh void, he'd yelled out loud, hadn't he? He needs to say something, but his brain is scrambled and all that comes out is "Please don't touch me."

Xisuma drops his hand. 

"Okay," he says softly. "I'm sorry. Are you . . ." 

"I think you should leave," Grian says. Or, rather, tries to say. What comes out instead is "Voidwalker. Leave."

Xisuma stills. 

Grian tries to stop the words as they tumble out of his mouth. "He is mine, don't touch. You corrupt. Get out, get out, get out—" Grian snaps his jaw closed so hard that he bites his tongue. Blood fills his mouth and he seems to gain back some control, but Xisuma is already moving away, turning and rocketing out of the cave. 

Grian sinks down until he's sitting again. He's not sure he trusts himself to stand at this point. That . . . Could have gone better. Warmth spreads down his spine across his wings, safe, comfort, security. He feels the push, a want to return to the Entity. It's easier now that he can see the distinction between what he wants and what it wants. It's also easier to disregard it. 

He ends up flying over the forests and mountains surrounding his base. Really, what else can he do? The Entity stops clamoring in his head, though he can still feel its hunger. It's been hungry for a while now; he'd managed to catch a few rabbits and eat one of his sheep, but he still hated it. It was enough to keep the Entity fed. At least that's what he'd thought. 

He makes it as far as the villager ship by the time his wings start to ache. The rising air from the water feels good on his wings. The miniature handmade ocean around the villager "farm" is so much nicer than the actual ocean, mainly because he doesn't get salt everywhere. He lands gently, the noise of villagers below perking his interest.

The thing is, Grian knows better than this. There's a reason he hadn't been to the villager farm, and it's the same reason he'd been avoiding the hermits. He was a starved dog, willingly throwing himself into a pen of sheep and hoping that he wouldn't kill them. 

The scent of sweat and leather and metal hits him as soon as he descends the ladder. He stares as the villagers bustle around their respective work stations. They look at him every once in a while with the same wary expression he remembers seeing on the horse; like they trust him, but something deeper tells them not to. He hates how excited that makes him. 

It couldn't be bad, right? No one would have to know. The villagers are easily replaced anyway, and it's not like there aren't a lot of them. No one would even notice. His stomach churns and his mouth waters. He's not thinking straight. Maybe the Entity didn't really leave him alone. He wants, so badly, more than ever before. 

Just once, then he's done. 

He steps forward and grabs the arm of a villager, a calligrapher he thinks. They pull against him, but he's far stronger. He pulls them into a quiet area of the ship, ignoring it's rushed words of a language he can't understand. 

He should have brought potions. Then again, he hadn't gone and planned this. His vision is swimming in red and his hands move of their own accord, or the accord of another. 

He thinks, maybe, that he's starting to understand

It's dark here, enough that he can barely see what's happening, what he's doing. He thinks he might be shaking with excitement as his hunger roars in his ears like a torrent. 

Grian can't let go of the villager. He's trying— oh god, he's trying— but his hand is a vice and no matter how much he wrestles with his fingers, they remain wrapped around, unmoving, like a statue, like some sort of immovable force. He didn't ask for this. How is he going to sleep tonight if he does this? Is it going to stay in his head, is it going to haunt his nightmares, will he dream of the taste of blood on his tongue forever now, is this what it's going to be like forever—

His ears are ringing. He thinks he'd be screaming if he could. He can't. His mouth is full. Pleasure floods through his brain. He's alive again, like the break of a fever. It's too much and not enough all at once. 

Horror dawns slowly, the coppery smell of blood becoming acrid in his mouth. The mangled corpse in front of him is burned into the forefront of his brain. He wants to vomit and rid himself of the new contents of his stomach, but the pressure in the back of his head tells him that it'll end poorly. He's trembling, breath coming too fast, black spots dancing in his vision. There's an echo, like the whispers he hears deep in the caves or the crackle of sculk under his feet. It sounds just distant enough that he thinks it might be his name, but it might not. 

"Stop stop stop stop! " He yells, hands clamped tight over his ears to block out the sounds, until the words lose meaning. His fingers twitch and he imagines digging into his ears until something pops so he can finally have silence. His talons dig in and the pinpricks of pain aren't helping. Something touches him and he feels like he's been shocked, he wants it off. 

His eyes snap open to meet worried green eyes and bloody hands cradling his face. 

"Grian, are you hurt?" Scar says. He's scared, and that fact scares Grian more than anything. Why is he here? Where did he come from? Doesn't he see—

Grian gasps in a breath as his lungs scream. "Hey, it's okay, just breathe with me—"

"Don't touch me," Grian wants to scream, but it comes out more like a plea. He can't, it's too much, there's so much noise and his skin doesn't feel right and he wants to claw at it until he can't feel it anymore. Scar's hands are off of him and the shrieking noise in his head quiets to only a cacophony. He's moving before he can really think about it, Void he just wants the noise to stop. 

He's up the stairs when Scar reaches out to him again, calling his name. Anger flares hot and fast, a roaring fire burning from barely even a spark. 

"Don't touch me!" he whirls, roaring, "just shut up!" 

Scar looks far too neutral. Grian should feel guilty. He doesn't mean it, but the electric-charged feeling isn't going away and he needs out.

He trades the constant noise of the ship for the rush of wind. It's not better, not by a long shot, but he manages to fly until he nearly crashes into the side of a mountain. He lands at the mouth of a cave. 

It's quiet. He tucks himself against the cave wall, his hands tight in his hair and his eyes firmly closed. Even the touch of stone against him feels like too much, and yet the gentle hum of approaching night wraps around him like a soft blanket. 

Scar's approach comes sometime later, although Grian isn't sure when. It's long enough that he's stopped shaking, which is a plus. Scar lands as quietly as he can and then just . . . Stands there, waiting. 

"I'm not— There's something—" he stutters and starts, unsure what he even wants to say, what he should say. He takes a quick breath. "That. Wasn't me."

"I know," Scar says softly. Grian stares at him, raw emotion flickering across his face. Scar knew? He knew something was wrong this whole time and he never said anything? He just let it happen. 

He must have said some of that out loud because Scar stares resolutely at the floor as he says "I was pretty sure, at least, but I didn't know what to do. It's not . . . It's not simple, G."

Grian wants to shatter into a million pieces. He feels so small suddenly. "What's happening?" he asks, voice nearing a whine, "I don't want this, I don't understand. I don't know what's happening to me and . . . And I don't know who you are, Scar."

Hurt flashes across Scar's face. He kneels in front of him and raises his hand — still coated in blood — to Grian’s cheek. He hates that he leans into the touch. "I wish I could explain—" 

"Why can't you?" 

"—But this isn't something that can be explained. It's . . . Complicated."

Frustrated tears well up in his eyes and he grabs Scar's shirt in his hands, scrunching it up until his fingers protest. "What did you do to me, what's happening? I don't— this is wrong, I just want it to stop."

Scar's thumb rubs over Grian's cheek. Before he can protest, Scar has pulled him into a crushing hug. He should hate it, he should shove Scar away, but a little bit more of his resolve is chipped away and he finds himself leaning into the hug. 

"I'm so sorry, Grian," Scar murmurs in his ear. "It's gonna be okay, I promise. I know. I know how hard this is. And I'm so, so sorry."

Grian holds on to scar like a lifeline, and at this point he very well may be. He feels so tired. His eyes close as exhaustion waves over him. There's something he wants to say, some question to make everything make sense or some accusation — the accusation, the thoughts he's not had the strength to put to words, the blood in Scar's teeth he resolutely ignores — but there's a ping that sounds from both of their comms. Grian wants a reason to pull away anyway, he doesn't, and to hold on to at least some of his dignity, so he does and fishes his comm out of his pocket. 

His stomach drops. 

Mumbo has joined the game. 

#prion au #hermitcraft #grian #hermitcraft fanfic #mcyt #hermitblr #gtws #mcyt fanfiction #scarian #hermitshipping

[marcsmarquez]

i am obsessed with people yelling at a team’s insta/twitter account as if the social media admin has any power to make a better bike lol like you go girl! yell into the void!!

#i promise you that people in the hrc factory ARE trying to improve the bike

[decepticon-nerd]

My problem with Pokémon right now is that most of these past generations (SwSh, BDSP, and now SV) have been hyped up to the degree of making you want to shell out between $60.00-$120.00 USD but have come out quite lackluster, but by the time you find that out, Pokémon, Game freak, Nintendo, whoever the hell owns it now. They've already made that money.

I'm gonna gripe about them and this is my personal opinion. I will state now that I am a long time fan of Pokémon; the first game I played was Gold and the first game I bought for myself was Diamond. I am old enough to remember when Black and White 1 had commercials on TV (which is saying something because my memory is atrocious) and I've played at least one game from every generation.

In other words my post is probably gonna be biased.

I had some fun playing Sword and Shield. The plot was decent enough to keep me interested, as were the cool designs of a handful of new Pokémon. Snom, Obstagoon, and Corviknight are my favorites from that generation, probably. The starters are all lackluster and I usually shove them in my box after catching something else. And in terms of designs, can someone please tell me what the fuck Pokémon was thinking when they made Swordward and Shieldbert?

The wild area we were promised wasn't as expansive as we thought, the weather feature was weird as heck, the render distance was abysmal. So they release a DLC for the Isle of Armor and the Crown Tundra. Genuinely love the DLC and how much more you can explore. I don't remember how much the DLC was, but it was like.. $30.00 USD or something to get both of them.

The DLC gave us back one beloved feature that the game devs have failed to provide since Gen 4. Pokémon could walk with us again. You could only walk with them on the Isle or in the Tundra, though. I essentially payed $30.00 for one of my favorite features and said feature ran like shit. My Golisopod walked at a treacherously low speed and I outpaced it by walking. Not to speak of your faster Pokémon that sprinted at you with malicious intent every five seconds if you didn't outpace it.

I don't remember if Let's Go Eevee/Pikachu came out before or after this, but the feature worked perfectly in those games (to my knowledge; it's been a while!) Unless your Pokémon got stuck on something.

The plot of Sword and Shield was kept hidden from us really until the very end. The "big bad team" we got were insignificant flies that tried to trip us up every step of the way. And the Team Yell admin was literally just another gym challenger. I love Marnie and I love Piers but I don't think Team Yell was plot relevant, just extremely annoying.

The games going oh here's this evil team leader BUT WAIT THERE'S MORE started in Sun and Moon but I think it worked there purely because that was new. It was new, it was unique, it was done well, and Guzma got to call us idiots. They keep trying to do that now in different ways and it just doesn't hit for me. I want to go back to one super bad team (or two, in an Aqua Magma scenario) where they try to bring back an ancient deity and everything goes to shit. That's what Pokémon was.

BDSP was literally a copy paste of the file data from DP because there's apparently a bug present in BDSP that was patched in Platinum. Also, it's apparently super easy to a void glitch now, and you can fly on a surfing bidoof. And you can soft lock yourself in the ice gym. There's so many other bugs but those are the ones I remember.

My biggest gripes about the game are the fact that I payed double now what I did for the originals in the past for what was essentially the exact same thing with a few extra bells and whistles (and bugs), and whatever the fuck this was supposed to be.

Garchomp is supposed to be intimidating, and I guess from an in game view that would be, but I just stared at it going what the fuck did they do to him. He's t-posing. At least he keeps up with the player I guess. Not to mention all the models are miniscule. Rayquaza looks like a worm following the player.

And speaking of intimidating, what in god's name did they do to Cyrus.

I'm supposed to be intimidated by this emotionless man but he looks like a chew toy.

I love Diamond and Pearl. I hate having to tear a remake of it down like this. My disappointment was immeasurable, to be sure. I waited so long for a remake and we got this joke. Nothing changed. Yeah the underground is bigger, but what about the special gimmicks? No mega evolution, no dynamax?

And I don't think anyone has really talked about it because we immediately got Legends Arceus out and I will say right now I have put an ungodly amount of hours into that game and still haven't beaten it because Munchlax fucking sucks to find. I know where to find it, it just hates me. Yeah the Pokémon don't follow you, but that's probably preferable to them not being able to keep up. My favorite things about the game were that Pokémon actually got near each other in battle to hit each other, and that to could spam Pokéballs and not fight. Pokémon felt like a proper threat. You had to dodge them to stay alive.

It felt like a proper Pokémon game again, with one bad guy (in this case Volo) trying to end the world just so he can see God because he's too much a fangirl. The game revamped old characters, brought back a familiar face (Ingo my beloved) and gave us a plot worth fighting for. I tell you I squealed when the player got exiled and I was immediately brought back to PMD. Sure there were the bandit sisters, and again, the devs led us to believe they were the bad guys in advertising but they were just stupid pests that had no idea what they were doing.

My favorite things were immediately taken away in Scarlet and Violet. Yeah it's an open world. It's expansive. It's fun. Pokémon still run at you. I can't jump out of the way anymore, I have hop on my bike god and drive away. You can sneak, but what's the point when you have to battle the Pokémon to catch it anyway? Pokémon are practicing social distancing again, apparently. The sprites don't get near each other to attack anymore.

And the designs oh God the designs.

Dunsparse can evolve! He just gets longer and gets a pointier chin. What's Pawmi evolve into? Oh, it just stands up and gets anime hair. Speaking of anime hair, Primape apparently cosplays Dragon Ball Z when it dies. Lechonk was cute, I bet it evolves into something cool. Nope, just a slightly bigger pig with mascara. The pseudo-legendary is a joke among Gods. Cetoddle is cute, and Cetitan would be cool if it's mouth wasn't above its eyes. Love the fact that we have a mimic now. You need 999 gold coins to evolve it into a Dammit Doll. Half the Pokémon have a plastic face glued on a round orb of a head with zero protruding facial features like, I don't know, a snout or a nose? There's a flamingo that's just a flamingo, nothing special about it. Also we apparently get to fight literal cars and engines now! Have we reached the point of Pokémon Gun?

Not to mention that Pokémon following is back! It sucks again. Lots of Pokémon can't keep up with the player or Miraidon (I have Violet.) Meowscarada apparently has the zoomies and might be the exception.

SV: How many technical issues do you want us to have

Game Devs: Yes

They're also doing the misleading bad guy plot again and I can't tell if I should trust Turo or not. I haven't even physically met him in game yet.

The game has potential. I am just so unbelievably disappointed that the devs hid the pathetic Pokémon they were creating until leaks came out. I didn't think half the leaks were real, they all looked so farfetched. My team has ended up comprised almost entirely of old Pokémon that I treasure. That being said, all of them were hard to find so I basically played the entire game with just Meowscarada (because I've found that I don't hate it that much in motion) and Talonflame. My favorite Pokémon Absol isn't even in the game. I doubt we're ever getting the Nat Dex back, which means I can't play with all my old Pokémon friends together anymore.

I don't know how many more new Pokémon games I'm going to play. I feel like I've been let down too many times recently. I'm almost done with Violet, I think, because I never do the dex anyway. I'll catch my version exclusives and give them to my friends but when I beat the game I can't say if I'll pick it up again or not. And if I do, it might be solely so I can watch what's his name heal his dog with herbs again.

#pokemon #pokemon sword #pokemon shield #pokemon brilliant diamond #pokemon shining pearl #pokemon legends arceus #pokemon scarlet #pokemon violet #spoilers #im so tired of having games hyped up just for them to let me down #in the next game. devs. please design things that don't look like a child's playdough creation

[theheroichydrangea]

pls ignore me yelling into the void about eng department debates but like. you can’t shit on the idea of someone studying/teaching reading as a science and then also turn around and claim that there is a meaningful difference between reading Great Books and other things! you need to understand how reading works as a cognitive process to be able to make that claim and the way we do that is by not shitting on people who study the science of reading!! they are not a threat to you outside of the artificial scarcity of jobs and resources created by admins and capitalism! godddddddddd literature people I like you but please get a grip

#next person to shit on rhet comp conceptually without taking a class is gonna catch these hands I swear