#Bdubs fic

[mawofthemagnetar]

Chapter 23 is up!

Scar and Bdubs make a dangerous decision…

Enjoy!

#magnetar writes #hermitfic #iron dragon #scar fic #Bdubs fic

[gremnda]

Hello Ethubs nation :]

no text version

#gremnda art #this is the silliest thing i've drawn in a while and i am so happy w it #i just read a heavy angst fic with etho and bdubs #this is my way of coping guys let me have this #ethubs #hermitshipping #trafficshipping #ethoslab #bdoubleo100 #oo look at me go making ship art #guys im from dsmp fandom i feel like im committing an actual crime by drawing ship art #please be nice i will cry

[myrathefarmer]

Ghostly road-trip 🚙 👻

This au has truly taken over my mind, created by @tibby-art, @elven-kisses, and @kieiswrite!

#GO LOOK AT THEIR ART AND FICS THEY ARE SO SO SO SO GOOD #my art #iskall85 fanart #iskall85 #bdubs fanart #bdubs #rendog fanart #rendog #joe hills fanart #joe hills #zombie cleo fanart #zombie cleo #gtwscar fanart #gtwscar #cubfan fanart #cubfan135 #the possession au #<-not my au

[saphushia]

i read a wonderful little sickfic that had phantom!etho in it, and despite never even considering the concept before i now can't stop abt etho phantom mechanics and him just being silly with it <3

#fic doesn't have relation to any of the drawings really btw #it's just nice n i wanted to give credit for where i got the idea before running hogwild with it ^-^ #bdubs is human here but theres many good ethubs possibilities and dynamics with glare!bdubs too #adds this to my quickly growing stack of etho designs ideas i adore and are all in direct conflict with eachother #he doesn't get violent if you don't sleep but he DOES like to bully you abt it and scare you #art #fanart #mcyt #hermitcraft #hermitcrap #ethoslab #bdoubleo100 #docm77 #beef's also there but i dont think enough to maintag him #phantom!etho

[lunarcrown]

So for the bdubszine I actually got VERY AMBITIOUS and made an illustration for every parentheses break in @aquaquadrant fic RIGHT HERE detailing bdubs’ last lonely day on the s8 server before the moon hit :,,)

I tried to sort of make each one a little further into the day, starting from early morning all the way to the night, where, as it states in the fic:

(The Time King changes night to day, one last time.)

I REALLY wanted to clean all of them up but I feel like they’re gonna sit around FOREVER and I love the energy of the WIPS so here y’all go!!!

And of course give the fic a read bc YALL already KNOW aqua has bdubs’ cadence down pat ✨

#bdoubleo100 #bdubs #hermitcraft season 8 #moon big #hc s8 #mcyt #my art #aqua fic #aqua writing

[alienssstufff]

Outfits of some of the guys from You Could've Applied Online (YCAO) ethubs fic cuz i like it lotsss :>

#stufffsart #character concept stufff #YCAO au #bdoubleo100 #bdoubleo #bdubs #ethoslab #etho #ethubs #gtwscar #goodtimeswithscar #tangotek #smallishbeans #itlw #(he there in spirit ig lmao) #hermitshipping #[not here but in the fic ye] #hermitcraft #hermitblr #mcytblr #NOT NORMAL over this fic ong god on god theyre all so well written #ethubs are so goofy silly in the beginning theyre so amusing to watch #I probably missed some visual details my minds messed up just reading chapter 7 #idk i wanted to make the communicators flip phones i coughing they dont even have eachothers contacts theyve been living 2gether for 2 week #i added the KEYS tho (important)(important) #id draw more of them too but some of them guys' existence straight up spoiler territory i LOVE the twists in this #that being said drew these as excuse to hopefully draw some moments from the fic *bashing my skull*

[uhohbestie]

What if Etho was a unicorn, and Bdubs was like one of those maidens that unicorns always appear for, and they lived in a faery wood together and had adventures but also there was constant drama.

Just a silly AU idea we've been daydreaming about <3

#hermitcraft #hermitcraft fanart #bdubs fanart #etho fanart #Etho can turn into a person if he wants #it's very Last Unicorn #“we've been daydreaming about” more like: i've been threatening to daydream about #and Key has said 'we don't have time for this we have fic to write' #lock art #lock hcls art

[oh-snapperss]

has anyone else thought about the fact that since bdubs won't be uploading his pov of limited life we aren't ever gonna know for sure what his timer is at? anyways, headcanon that bdubs can't see his timer because it's on the back of his neck and he just has to trust the other players not to lie to him about how much time he has left-

#limited life #bdubs #limited life smp #bdoubleo100 #why yes i did immediately start a fic to do with this #what about it

[verdantglow]

Imagine the Hermits learning ballroom dance.

Imagine Etho being assigned to lead because he’s tall & everyone assumes he would.

Imagine him constantly fucking up, stepping on his partner’s feet, missing beats, just a mess.

Imagine Bdubs getting upset from the sidelines.

Imagine him getting blustery about this disaster & stepping in, saying no, no, no, this is all wrong, shooing Etho’s partner away.

Imagine anxiety bubbling up in Etho’s stomach, at having to lead for Bdubs, as he walks over.

Imagine Etho trying to place his hands on Bdubs, mentally preparing for another disaster.

Imagine Bdubs tutting & moving Etho’s hands away, much to Etho’s confusion.

Imagine Bdubs then firmly placing his hand on Etho’s back & grabbing his other hand.

Imagine Bdubs confidently taking over the whole situation.

Imagine Etho’s amazement as Bdubs leads him, and suddenly Etho’s dancing is on beat, smooth, no stepped on feet.

Imagine them elegantly whirling across the floor, everyone else watching them in surprise.

Imagine Bdubs dipping Etho.

Imagine Etho looking at Bdubs face while this happens & feeling his stomach flip at the burn of assurance in Bdubs eyes.

Imagine the song then ending, & them just staying there for a moment, breathing a bit heavy from the exertion.

Imagine Bdubs pulling Etho back up & releasing him & pointed saying that that was how you did it.

Imagine Etho staring at Bdubs, feeling lost & unsure now that Bdubs isn’t there, hand on his back deftly leading him.

Just like. Imagine.

#Ethubs #hermitshipping #Ethoslab #bdoubleo100 #etho #Bdubs #I’m sorry to all my girlies who are here for smalletho #but I’ve had this idea in my head FOR MONTHS. #& like. Just because I am smalletho 99% of the time #doesn’t mean I don’t have brain rot for other pairings as well. #I was planning on making a comic or mini fic outta this but #I just don’t see that happening anytime soon #& I cannot keep this to myself. #sends it out into the universe with the hope that someone else sees my vision here #I just. Love the idea of their dynamic getting flipped in certain situations #& also Bdubs would TOTALLY be amazing at ballroom dancing. #Can’t explain why but I really think he would be.

[salemoleander]

It goes like this:

Scar seeks Grian out as soon as they respawn on Hermitcraft. Congratulating, reminiscing. Holding him when he starts to shake. (He was already forgiven before Scar stopped breathing.)

Bigb reaches out quickly- to check in, to see if he's okay. Says he had fun, as hard as it was- says he'd come back. There's an anxious quality to his messages that Grian is pretty sure wasn't there before. It's hard to remember that people ever acted differently; hard to keep straight who they were and who they all became.

At a time too late for visitors to really be wanted, Cleo comes knocking. She's not done feeling the emotions of what happened, but there is an understanding between their and Grian's sharp, bitter edges. Survival and love, twined together. She thanks Grian for letting her experience that kind of loyalty. It's as close to forgiveness as he'll get; he accepts with gratitude.

Skizz and Impulse arrive together two days later to see him - the over-loyal martyr and the under-loyal spy, happy they could play together. Skizz is easy; he forgives outright and out loud, with a declaration that he knows Grian tried his best to make things fair and fun. Pulled aside while making tea, his apology to Impulse is more concrete: a promise of future loyalty.

He receives a short message from Joel, requesting that next time he have more chances and reason to kill. Next time.

The moon is rising, and Bdubs is online, which means something is terribly wrong. One flight and several hours of coaxing later, Bdubs is close to the edge of sleep. He tells Grian he loves him; loves Cleo, loves Tango, adores them all. Would have wasted so much time not knowing everyone, without this game. Forgiveness is beginning to feel like nausea.

Jimmy doesn't acknowledge there's anything to forgive; dead too soon to know how painful things became. Still, he says 'No hard feelings'; still, he hugs Grian so tight at the next MCC his ribs creak.

Etho doesn't say anything, but he sends over a book of suggestions and ideas for the next series. He nods at Grian once, sitting at a campfire with his focus rapt on Ren telling a story, and Grian knows what he means.

Outside his front door one day is a large floral arrangement from Scott, with a note that only says "Thanks for the game". It is filled with poppies. Grian stares at it for far too long. He does not bring it inside.

Tango insists they play minigames together, talk, tour bases. And finally, he says so very casually that he had fun, and would like to play again. Have the chance to win. Grian knows he will do it all again. (Grian suspects Tango will not win, and he knows winning isn't worth it; he keeps those pieces of information to himself.)

Martyn writes a week later. He is grateful for having met Ren; bitter grief still sits in the gaps between his words. He say it was all worth it. Grian is too relieved at the forgiveness to call him on the lie.

Ren takes the longest. Several weeks come and go before Grian happens to cross paths with him. At first every word sticks like ice in his throat, but gradually the tension cracks and jokes seep through. Grian takes the plunge and apologizes for killing him (Scar did it, but by then the division between their actions was a technicality.) Ren says that given how it ended, there is nothing to apologize for.

He asks if Grian has forgiven himself, yet, for the end. There is an answer, but not one Ren will want to hear, so he just shakes his head.

Grian wakes from a dull, dreamless sleep and begins jotting down ideas for another series the next day.

#this has been in drafts too long so now it goes here #life series #3lsmp #third life #grian #i think Scott's section is far and away my favorite. bdubs is also a fun one #fic #salem tag #salem fic

[percivex]

"What is love?" The universe asks at the end of the first week, in a world where ones cannot live without their others.

-

"Care." Impulse replies. "Communication. Defending them with all your worth and trusting they'll do the same."

"And a clock." Bdubs adds earnestly, hanging off Impulse's arm as he places a hand over the clock he keeps by his heart like a wedding ring.

Impulse looks at him and smiles, sunny and fond and full of life. "And a clock."

-

"Understanding," Tango says, rubbing an awkward hand over his upper arm, where explosion scars lay hidden beneath his sleeve, "and a willingness to work it out."

"Acceptance, I think," Jimmy offers lightly, drifting to his side and placing a warm hand on his scarred upper arm, "and unconditional support."

Tango cracks a grin, light dancing in yellow eyes. "Oh, I like the sound of that."

-

"Perfect, if I do say so myself!" Ren declares brightly, wrapping an arm around BigB and drawing him close to his side as they overlook their box of a base.

"Kind," BigB says in agreement, leaning into the motion and beaming, "and everything I could've wanted."

-

"Chaotic." Etho settles on, laughter thick in his voice.

"I think you mean fun," Joel retorts, resting his elbow on his shoulder with a cheeky grin, "and mutually beneficial."

"Or mutually detrimental," Etho corrects him with a snicker, shrugging his arm off, "but we're stuck together, either way."

Joel chuckles, nudging Etho's side a little too hard and feeling the pinch in his own. "Isn't that part of the fun?"

-

"Difficult." Grian huffs as treks through the woodland with his hand tight around Scar's, before dropping to a gentler mumur. "Unbelievable and very, very difficult."

"Overrated!" Scar laughs, but he silences and softens as Grian steadies him when he trips over nothing. They continue walking, and he confesses to himself, under his breath and carefully hopeful. "Laughter, warmth and loyalty, in that order."

-

"A choice." Cleo insists sourly, folding her arms over her chest, steadfast in her decision and thrumming with a stranger's pain. "A bond built on something real, and not expectation."

"Free." Scott muses simply from beside her, looking up at the sky and scorning the asker.

-

"A load of nonsense, that's what it is!" Martyn complains as he storms off alone, bitter and self-righteous, knuckles bruised and aching from his own fists. He falters in his march with a grimace, rubbing at his chest, where it feels like something is missing, and he adds, quieter, "...and painful."

-

Pearl doesn't answer for a long moment. She stares after Martyn's retreating back, at where Scott once stood, and then down at her hands.

Finally, she sighs as her vision wobbles, and she whispers, tentative and fragile, "I wouldn't know."

#whoops have another fic. double life really kicked my motivation into gear huh #impulsesv #bdouble0 #bdubs #tangotek #solidaritygaming #jimmy solidarity #rendog #bigbstatz #ethoslab #smallishbeans #grian #goodtimeswithscar #gtws #zombiecleo #smajor1995 #inthelittlewood #pearlescentmoon #double life smp #double life spoilers #percy writes

[mawofthemagnetar]

Written in the Diorite

WARNING: Implied/referenced character death, a possibly-incorrect depiction of exposure therapy, implied violence, unreality, existential crisis, and psychological horror. 

Doc had prescribed it, you see.

It was called “exposure therapy” and it apparently helped with...well, that was where Doc had lost him a bit. Iskall had looked it up and exposure therapy wasn’t really used for “soul-deep hatred”- it was more meant for overcoming fears or anxieties. 

But hey, if it helped, it helped.

He shouldered his rucksack, shrugging a bit as he walked up the hill towards Bdubs’ monolith. One night in a diorite tower, Doc had said. Exposing him to the thing he hated would hopefully lessen his hate of it. Sounded good in theory, but then, so did a lot of things.

Iskall shrugged and walked towards the tower.

Bdubs was waiting at the door with a slightly…pinched…smile on his face.

“You got everything? You okay?” Bdubs said nervously. He started tweaking his forefinger with his other hand, wrapping it up and bending it back and forth- a classic Bdubs stress tell. “If you don’t wanna do this, I mean-“

“No, I think- Doc’s right. This has gone on long enough. I need to do this for myself.” Iskall said firmly.

Then he looked up at the monolith and his guts lurched.

The diorite stared down at him, accusingly. White and ugly and awful, blinding him with its hatefulness. He felt the bile rise up in his throat, the desire to just reach into his ender chest and extract some TNT and wipe this hideous mistake off the-

No. No. Calm down, Iskall. Calm down.

Doc…had a point.

Iskall took a deep breath.

“I got my overnight bag, so I’ll be fine. I even brought my own bed. Make sure my carrots get watered, okay?” He said, and Bdubs nodded.

“Yeah, sure. Just…think of it like a little mini base swap!” he said brightly, still jerking his forefinger around. It was starting to look a bit painful.

“Yeah, exactly!” Iskall said brightly, “I…I have to do this. For myself. And if it doesn’t work, then it doesn’t work. You’ll see.” He said with a smile, stepping up the stairs.

“Just don’t, uh…don’t…blow the place up.” Bdubs said nervously, “Please. I worked hard on that.”

Iskall chuckled, and threw his last ender chest at Bdubs’ head.

“Here. There you go, bro. Now I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

Bdubs’ shoulders fell in relief.

“Alright. Have fun! Maybe you’ll learn to like diorite!” he said brightly. 

Iskall nodded and slammed the door behind himself.

He put his pack down on the floor.

And he blacked out.

~*~*~*~*~

Eight hours of absolute silence followed. Bdubs was starting to get worried. Rather than staying at Iskall’s starter base, he whipped together a humble little tent on a hill overlooking his monolith. A humble little tent with a spiral staircase and a bath big enough for three, but humble enough for his purposes.

Also moss instead of wool because he ran out of wool but the point was it was a humble tent and he was staying in it.

The dawn broke, and Bdubs crawled out of his tent in his (Moss) bathrobe, toothbrush in one hand and eyes on the horizon.

His monolith was still there. Thank god.

He shakily opened his console and typed out a message.

<BdoubleO100> Iskall? You good?

<Iskall85> yeah I’m good. great actually. Had a good sleep!

Bdubs smiled. Okay, awesome. Maybe Doc was right! Exposure therapy was good. Maybe next he could build a little something out of birch and prismarine to help Keralis get over his own issues?

He brushed his teeth in the ensuite he’d built (every humble tent needed an ensuite), got dressed, and skipped up the hill to his monolith. Everything looked fine on the outside. Lulu was happily snorting and snuffling at the grass, the flowers were happily swaying in his garden, and oh yeah, his house was still perfectly intact.

Bdubs raced up the steps and burst in through the front door without bothering to knock. It was his own damn house, he had nothing to-

…to…

“Hallo, Bdubs!” Iskall said brightly, looking chipper and hearty and none the worse for wear, “Sleep well last night?”

“…Y…yeah…” Bdubs said, his eyes going wide as he scanned over the walls.

“Great! I’ll be honest, I don’t remember a lot about last night, but I feel pretty good! Honestly, I think Doc’s right- this exposure therapy thing really works. I mean, sort of. I’m even thinking, maybe- maybe I’ll use some diorite myself in one of my builds!” Iskall was heading for the door, cheerfully oblivious to Bdubs’ panic.

“M- maybe- maybe-“ Bdubs stammered, and Iskall nodded.

“Yeah! Maybe I will! Anyway, thank you so much. I did my best to tidy up. See you!”

And with that, he slammed the door.

And left Bdubs alone in his monolith.

Staring at the walls.

BDOUBLEO100 was scrawled on the nearest one in Iskall’s hand, in some kind of paint or marker or something. A scrawling, sprawling message, twisting all across the diorite, gleaming black pen on stark white stone.

Bdubs’ hands started to shake.

His entire life was scrawled out in the penstrokes, things Iskall couldn’t possibly- his birth, his mother’s sickness after, the time he fell off his dad’s shoulders and split his chin open-

Tumbling off a log, skinning his knee-

School, friendships, first kiss, first date, the first build, his comm-

And then-

bdoubleo lends diorite monolith to iskall

bdoubleo reads summary of his entire life

bdoubleo cries in terror

bdoubleo will run for help, scream

bdoubleo will-

Bdubs’ eyes fell lower. And lower.

Build after build, season after season, and then he- and then-

He dies and respawns and dies and respawns and then at the bottom corner of a wall the words abruptly stop and he reads, he reads, his death, his eventual-

Tears started leaking from his eyes as he spun around, and saw, and saw,

DOCM77 CREATED IN A

MUMBO JUMBO BORN TO

GRIAN HATCHED FROM

KERALIS1 SPAWNED FROM VOID PRIOR TO

XISUMAVOID CLONED FROM-

Bdubs ran out of the monolith, screaming till his lungs were raw.

#Hermitfic #Iskall fic #Bdubs fic #Magnetar writes #cw unreality #cw existential crisis #cw psychological horror #cw death mention #cw horror #I couldn't restrain myself after that episode #i didn't do much research into exposure therapy so i'm sorry if it's extremely wrong #it probably is #i just had to write you know #enjoy

[minecraftbookshelf]

Not that I think this will actually happen but I think it would Heal Something if both Joel and Bdubs went red and still refused to turn on Pearl.

#rain rambles #They are going to CLAW the way out of that tower with her #the mounders #secret life smp #pearlescentmoon #smallishbeans #bdoubleo100 #also im having some kind of feelings #about Pearl putting her weight behind bdubs to win #verbally #at the beginning of the session when he was still green #and joel being the one #who reached out to her first #when she was running scared from yellows #and deliberately guessed wrong so she would be safe #i am having Feelings and writing fic but i just wanted to say this first #because its not actually what the fic is about #just adjacent to it

[setacin]

have YOU ever gone 'hey i wonder how the nho dealt with half of their members missing in s6' or 'yeah i bet bdubs would be willing to steal a time machine' THEN THIS FIC IS FOR YOU

(art for happen, happening, happened by @zeroideaman )

(go read it bsjdfhbsj)

#if yall cant tell already i love drawing stuff from fics its so fun #the bonus is that i get to call a hit list and scare all the writers /silly #ethoslab #ethoslab fanart #bdubs #bdubs fanart #ethubs #hermitshipping #seta art :)

[fountainpenguin]

Barely two minutes into Grian's Ep 8 and I'm losing it... what a fantastic task, oh my gosh. Jimmy on Discord haunting him from beyond the grave...

Every bit of that so far, from "No way!" to "Prove that you can see me!" and "This- This is mad-" is gonna make awesome 'fic material...

Jimmy: "And you're looking at Etho and ZombieCleo"

Grian, panicked, cutting him off: "Okay okay okay okay okay!"

#Secret Life #Grian #trafficblr #Jimmy Solidarity #traffic life smp #Secret Life SMP spoilers #Secret Life spoilers #When I saw people teasing Grian for saying 'admin fairies' I was like '... but don't they literally have an admin named Sonam- #who's in Bdubs Last Life Ep 1?' and idk if this is how it works but now I'm thinking maybe Jimmy's on the admin account? #Can the admin account be invis? I am intrigued #^ I am liveblogging so this might get disproven later just something I've been musing over #Would love to find a place for Sonam in my fic but idk anything about them wheeze #Riddle watches Traffic #mcyt #traffic spoilers

[theminecraftbee]

Scar's busy trying to make their rock look prettier. Cleo leans against it. It's cold against their back; good. They still feel the heat of burning mansions and anger and TNT and burning pyres. They don't have long now until they're yellow. Both they and Scar know exactly what they'll do then.

They and Scar do, at least.

Bdubs is loudly muttering indistinct things to himself while repeatedly shoving a hoe into an enchantment table. Cleo watches for a bit.

"Scar and I have some people to get revenge on tomorrow," Cleo says.

Bdubs nods. "Oh yes. Those nasty Bad Boys, they won't know what's coming to them! Just as soon as I finish dealing with this stupid hoe."

Scar snickers from the corner. "But Bdubs, I thought that was -"

"HEY!" Bdubs says. "WATCH IT!"

"Yeah Bdubs, I thought you were good with your hoes," Cleo says, because they've never been one to let a joke like that just go by.

"I'll have you know that I'm excellent at handling hoes. The best at it. The best at hoes," Bdubs says. Scar laughs so loud he nearly chokes.

"Wow, didn't need to know you thought that," Cleo says.

"I'm - no you idiots!" Bdubs says. "You're putting things in my mouth!"

"Like the hoes?" Scar says.

"Screw you guys," Bdubs says, huffing and returning to the steady chime of the enchantment table and grind of the grindstone. Cleo tries to catch her breath again through the laughter to remember her original point.

Wiping at her eyes, she leans back. "To be honest though, I have no idea what your plans are. You sort of just... vanished today?"

"Yeah. We lost you," Scar says. "Not very responsible parenting. Or older sibling-ing."

"Who said you were older?" grumps Bdubs.

"Well you see, the older sibling is normally taller, and -"

"Boys," Cleo says. They both stop.

"Sorry mom," Scar says, sounding not even remotely sorry.

"I regret you two," Cleo says.

"Awww. But you love us," Bdubs says.

"Absolutely not," Cleo says. "Besides, you're dodging my question. Where were you?"

"Well, I can't just tell you that," Bdubs says. "Then people will know!"

Cleo and Scar are both quiet for a long moment.

"That's sort of the point? It'll just be us," Scar says. "Us, your partners in crime, knowing where you were. That's all we're asking."

Bdubs harumphs. "And I said I'm not telling. They'll know if I tell you. The people who are watching. And they don't get to know, you hear me? Nope, I'm a man of mystery. I'm here to keep them guessing, I am!"

Cleo and Scar glance at each other. Scar is grimacing. Ah. He knows what Bdubs is talking about, doesn't he. Cleo's not sure they do. They almost do, but clearly not in the same way Scar does.

Still, they know enough.

Cleo huffs overdramatically. "Fine then. Keep your secrets. See if I tell you mine."

"You can't have secrets! You're our mom!" Scar says.

"You have a bizarre idea of how this works," Cleo says.

"Aha!" Bdubs says. "A - no I read it wrong. Gosh darn it."

He puts the hoe in the grindstone again, washing off whatever he'd enchanted it with. Cleo leans back against the wall to cool the burns they still feel. They prepare for the next morning.

#limited life smp #limited life spoilers #bdoubleo100 #zombiecleo #goodtimeswithscar #a bee fic #yeah guys bdubs can't just tell you where he was. then the audience would know! #......hm. #also i am proud of the stupid hoes conversation. because like. of course they would