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mochiwrites · 10 months

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I’m gonna need you to write smt about Scar/Mumbo making Grian fall over my bro. for scientific purposes frfr

this is excellent timing because I wanted to write a small thing so — have a two times scar and mumbo made grian fall and the one (1) time he made them fall instead <3

1. Mumbo

There’s a sort of giddy excitement rushing through Grian as he sets up his tent right beside Mumbo and Scar’s. He doesn’t think he’s been so excited about something in a while, and it isn’t just because of the future opportunities to poke at the goat.

Hermitcraft has had many a prank wars before, and Grian has always enjoyed every single one of them. He’ll gleefully take any opportunity to mess with his friends, and to cause an all out war full of pranking is a fantastic outcome for the avian.

Except this time it’s different, more exciting than it has been. And it has something to do with the fact that he’s formed an alliance with Mumbo and Scar, his two favorite people.

It’s something he’s never had the chance to do before, not when most of the conflicts Grian has started has put Scar as his main target to pester. Mumbo has (mostly) been at his side through most conflicts, but Grian has never had the joy of teaming with Scar.

And well, who wouldn’t be giddy about teaming with their partners for a prank war?

Grian can feel the way his wings twitch and shift with excitement as he sets down some wool, a buzzing energy about him. He isn’t sure how long he’s been working for, but Scar and Mumbo have already finished their tents.

Scar flew off back to Scarland to grab some things to decorate the area they’ve set up in, leaving just Mumbo and Grian for the moment.

“Gri?” Mumbo calls to him, drawing a hum from the avian. “You gonna take a break any time soon, buttercup? I uh, we’ve been at this for a while now.”

Grian is only half listening to him, much too focused on getting the shape of the top of the tent right. He sets a fence post down, putting bits of wool around it to test. “Hmmm, mhm, yeah,” he answers Mumbo.

He hears a fond little huff, “You’re not listening to me, are you?”

(What Grian doesn’t see is Mumbo glance at the concrete powder in his inventory, an idea in mind.)

“Hmmmm.” Grian removes a block of two, flexing his wings so he can fly back and get an idea of how it looks. Something is missing, he thinks. He glances over to Mumbo and Scar’s tents, searching for a little inspiration. Should he use some of the cherry leaves? Outside or inside? Or—

For a moment his mind blanks, wings falling shut. His stomach drops as he falls from the sky, barely registering a muffled yell.

When his head feels less foggy, Grian blinks, staring up at the sky. “Oh my goodness! Grian I’m so sorry, I didn’t think you’d just plummet like that!” Mumbo’s face appears in his field of vision, and oh. Mumbo’s holding him.

Grian looks over to where his tent is, and where he should have been floating in the air still. Why did he suddenly fall like tha—

His brows furrow as he looks to his partner, “Mumbo…” he starts, “did you drop that concrete powder again?”

Mumbo at least has the decency to look embarrassed, “It was er… more of a test really. T-To see if maybe I could use it to stop you from working yourself too hard!”

Grian stares at him for a second or two before shaking his head. “You’re very lucky we’re on the same side, mister. Else I’d— I mean the man in the chicken costume would be flooding your base with chickens,” he teases, before planting a kiss to Mumbo’s cheek. He jumps out of the man’s arms. “But I guess a little break won’t hurt.” He looks at Mumbo with a grin, “Buttercup.”

Mumbo’s red face delights Grian greatly.

2. Scar

Of all people Grian was concerned about having the knowledge of this sudden new… glitch, it was definitely Scar.

Mumbo claimed that Scar was wholesome. Grian begged to disagree.

He’s quite aware of how chaotic their partner can be (it’s partly what drew Grian to him in the first place), and giving Scar a power that can make Grian do the equivalent of blue screening is dangerous. Very dangerous.

Where Mumbo might use it for lawfully evil purposes, Grian is quite aware that Scar will use it on a whim. Because he can.

No matter how much gravel and concrete powder Mumbo confiscates from Scar, the man somehow keeps appearing with more! And unfortunately for Grian, Scar is very entertained by his glitch.

Standing inside his tent, Grian looks around at the empty space. He doesn’t have much planned for his interior at the moment, nothing besides a bed and a chest.

Humming to himself, Grian walks out of his tent and over to the chest filled with building materials he and Scar set up right in the middle of Buttercup Camp. He flicks it open and rummages through it, grabbing some things for decoration. After, Grian shuts the chest and walks back to his tent.

At least that’s what he intends to do.

He gets a single step in before his mind goes all foggy and his limbs turn to jelly. Just before he can fall two strong arms wrap around his middle and catches him.

“Why hello there, buttercup!” Scar grins at him, “It seems like you’ve fallen for me~.”

Grian’s cheeks warm and the fogginess quickly wears off. “Scar!” he exclaims, lightly scolding him, but Grian’s heart isn’t actually in it.

Scar sets him upright as he giggles, and Grian whacks him with his wing. “I’m going to make Mumbo empty all of your pockets!” he warns, shaking his head.

“Oh, you can try mister!” Scar laughs, stealing a kiss from Grian before running back to his own tent.

Grian watches him go with fondness in his eyes.

+1. Grian

The sun is setting in the sky when Grian enacts his revenge.

All day he had been falling thanks to his partners, and Grian has the perfect plan to get them back. Simple, but perfect.

By now all three of their tents have been set up, and their sniffer has hatched. Grian’s quite pleased with the name, knowing it will definitely strike fear into Doc’s heart.

Mumbo and Scar stand in the little clearing right by their tents, the pair murmuring softly to one another as they watch the sun set.

They’re completely distracted. Perfect.

Grian waits for a moment or two before he takes a running leap. “Revenge!” he cries out as he crashes into both of them, wrapping his arms around them. He hears Scar and Mumbo yell in surprise, and the three of them crash to the ground.

Somehow, Grian ends up on top of the both, wings sprawled over their forms. Mumbo and Scar are trapped under him.

“What was that for?” Mumbo questions, looking up at Grian with furrowed brows.

“That was for dropping falling blocks all day.” Grian gives a cheeky grin in reply, looking far too pleased with himself.

“Awww, but it was so fun.” Scar pouts, “You fit so perfectly in my arms, buttercup.”

Grian sits back, once more feeling his face warm. “You’re having way too much fun with this, Scar. The glitch and the name.” He stares at the man, trying to a frown but utterly failing.

“It’s a nice name,” Mumbo chimes in, causing Scar to eagerly nod his head in agreement. “And it was rather to catch you.”

Huffing at them both, Grian moves to lay in between them, laying on his stomach so his wings aren’t crushed. “You’re both spoons,” he grumbles, but doesn’t hesitate to snuggle with them.

“Comes with the territory I’m afraid,” Mumbo laughs softly, turning on his side to smile at both Grian and Scar.

“We should find a glitch that makes Mumbo fall into our arms,” Scar comments, his tone laced with fondness.

“W-What, no!” Mumbo protests quickly, flustered. “I’d be too difficult to catch, I’m all lanky. You and Grian are much easier for that sort of thing!”

Grian hums, “No, no. I agree with Scar. I think we can make it happen.”

Mumbo groans while Scar and Grian share a smile, already thinking of ways to mess with Mumbo.

And when they switch to looking up at the stars, Grian tugs them both close with his wings, a pleased smile on his face.

#mochi speaks #mochi writes #mumscarian #scarian #grumbo #redscape #hermitshipping

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frozenjokes · 25 days

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grub snippet

“Right.” Cub looked amused, “I guess that means you’ve made plans then?”

“Of course I’ve made plans!” Grian straightened up, pleased, and flared his wings to show them off, feathers recently preened and painstakingly brushed through. It took a moment for him to catch the undertones of Cub’s words, the hint of disappointment behind the question. “I- I mean unless you had any ideas! I’m very flexible.”

“Oh, it’s nothing much, really. I was just curious about that government building all the superheroes file in and out of, y’know. Where you and HotGuy have been working out? You said a lot of stuff was centralized there, right? Tailors and such for costuming, private gyms and break rooms, weapon smiths.. anything a hero could need, really.” Cub shrugged, a lazy, deliberate smile crossing his face, the kind of expression Grian only saw on Cub when he was about to suggest something stupid or illegal.

“Okay..”

“You think they have gunpowder? I mean, I’m sure they do, but I’m also looking for other minerals, dyes, things along those lines. I bought the casings already, but I was just thinking, your place probably has an abundance of the stuff I need, and I doubt they’d notice if a few things went missing.”

So stupid AND illegal today. “Cub, are you asking me to steal extremely shady materials from a government facility for you.”

“Of course not. You don’t know what I’m looking for exactly, and you don’t have the tact for this sort of thing. I’m asking you to bring me with you so I can steal shady materials from a government facility.”

Grian was suddenly forced to reconsider every denial of his feelings for Cub at therapy today in one fell swoop. He barely had the words to speak, the revelation making his mouth run dry. “That sounds very illegal, Cub. They don’t even like me there, I don’t know if that’s a great idea at this point in time.” There was no rejection or denial under Grian’s voice, only some sort of lovesick fascination, the kind of feelings he always felt when he remembered Cub was easily just as fucked in the head as he was.

“I don’t think we’ll have any issues. If I’m being honest, I’m sure you’re far from the only bad tempered hero in their roster. They probably hate everyone who goes in and out of that place. I was thinking you get me in as your private scientist, assistant, whatever. I make you shit. And if they push back, you give them hell. You’re probably high profile enough to get what you want, right? Or maybe you should be nice instead. They might appreciate that. Or they might be suspicious. It doesn’t matter. I bought a lab coat and everything.”

“You- seriously?”

“Well I wanted one anyway, and I thought I might need it. You’ve got a job now, so I figured I’d treat myself.”

“Lab coats can not be that expensive- actually, don’t respond to that. I don’t want to know. I do want to know what you’re planning on doing with gunpowder though. You’re not making bombs, are you?”

“Not like, big bombs.”

“Cub!”

“I want to make fireworks. I want to try. How much do you know about fireworks, Grian? They’re really very cool. I’ve been watching all sorts of videos; went all the way down the rabbit hole. They’re awesome, man. I gotta try. I gotta.”

“You. Are going to lose all of your fingers. Possibly your arms.”

Cub didn’t miss a beat. “Technology is crazy, I bet they can sew that shit right back on.”

“Not if you blow yourself up!”

“I probably won’t blow myself up. I’m assuming that’s a ‘no’ then for working on this in the apartment.” Cub smirked, and Grian could only gape stupidly for a few moments, utterly shocked.

“You absolutely can not play with explosives in our apartment!”

“Gotcha,” Cub laughed, and Grian groaned into his hands, dragging them all the way down his face.

just a wip I wanted to share. I’m having a bad day so I just wanted to post a little something. If you’re interested in the rest of the story you can read it on ao3 here

#hermitcraft #hermitfic #grian #cuteguy #cubfan135 #cubfan #hermitshipping #grub

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fountainpenguin · 18 days

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"We could have ourselves quite a fling... Tail to tail, feather to feather- don't you think we oughta flock together~?" (x)

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New Dog's Life chapter today! ~ 3rd Life series fan-season

Chapter 30 - “Scintillate (Bdubs)”

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After a long debate, the Jungle Duo agree to restructure their archaeologist roleplay into romance. Bdubs can roll with anything- it's fine! He's not feeling lonely and worthless after passing his phantom flock captain title to Martyn.

Grian, who just took a slap in the face from Scar rejecting his QPR proposal, opts to throw caution to the wind like the chaos-chasing bird he is. Let's plan a little roleplay...

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

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BdoubleO100

Status: Taking the lead

Captain of New Star Station’s phantom hybrid flock

💙 🧡 💚

Grian’s idea of a skin change, apparently, was pulling his goggles down over his eyes and switching out his red sweater for a green one. When Bdubs gives him a pointed look, Grian whips his Sherlock Grian hat out from behind him and situates it carefully on his curls. They’re extra fluffy today… Bdubs wonders drearily if that’s just part of the costume change or if Grian’s trying to get a reaction out of him. Oh, he’ll get a reaction…

Bdubs crosses his arms. There are several farm servers and they keep the portals in a hallway-shaped building of the same name. One’s for sheer optimization- Testing, fiddling, and demonstrating farms at max efficiency. Several are for mobs. One of the food servers is a little tamer and you get a lot of recipe theorists practicing their culinary crafting in there. One server’s packed with restaurants. Kinda defeats the purpose when it won’t leave you saturated in Between, but Scott likes to review the required resources (read: taste-test) before he approves them into New Star.

Then, well… There are the carrot servers. Several of ‘em, actually, just to give people elbow room. Nice way to minimize running into an ex. There are some servers with nice ballrooms or gardens to walk through, but Grian specifically asked for beds. So, cabins and beds is what he’s gonna get. Bdubs waits near the portal entrance (away from the line) and starts tapping his foot as Grian jogs up to join him. “I thought I said you don’t wanna attract attention in there.”

“Honestly, you know what I’m like. This is as good as it gets with me, mate.” Grian looks him up and down. “Don’t look at me that way when you barely changed either. Bdubs! Turn around for me.”

Bdubs gives a grunt. He picked a skin with a dark blue shirt for this, plus gray checkerboard pants. Very soft. Perfect snugglewear. He’s still got his mossy shawl on, but it’s not a big deal if he’s recognized. He pops by the carrot server all the time. Not always ‘cuz he’s here to see someone… Far too many people steal away in their low-energy moments and forget the server will kick them out when they’re in the last few minutes of phantom hour. This place is a feeding frenzy for phantom hybrids ten minutes before the clock tower chimes.

This is where the lower-ranked members of the flock hunt, actually, ‘cuz it’s so easy it doesn’t take any skill. Bdubs can see two of them perched high in the alcoves, chatting and licking code strings from between their fingers. They’re both splattered in blue. Well-fed. It’s way too easy here.

Maybe it’s time I let you two roam the streets.

They’re not the only ones, either. The Fox Dragon’s phantoms are loitering here too. Easy pickings, they must’ve figured out. Bdubs itches to nip at them, tell ‘em to go do some real hunting in the city, but this isn’t his circus and those aren’t his monkeys. Martyn’s the one who’d have to shoo ‘em off, and he’s back at the clock tower like a good boy. He better be.

At least the rival captain’s not here. She’s got smaller wings, but Bdubs isn’t her biggest fan. She’s fine. But introducing two captains into one hunting ground without a lot of buildup is always gonna be trouble. She and Martyn prickled around each other when Bdubs set him up on a “blind playdate” Monday night. When he and Scott went back for pick-up, they were building with Lego at the same table and talking about whatever, but the ruffled hair and many scratch marks told a story that didn’t need questions asked.

Still… New Star’s a tempting hunting ground. If Martyn can’t hold his own, Charlotte’s captain might try to throw him out.

Welp. Good lesson to learn if it come to it. Not his problem tonight. While Grian smirks, tugging at the end of his mossy shawl, Bdubs turns his head towards the portal mouth. The line’s been moving at a decent speed. Grian moves towards it, but Bdubs hesitates before plodding over to join him.

“What’s up?” Grian asks, folding arms behind his head.

“… You’re gonna get scoped out as a new kid. It’s your first time on the server. We’re dropping in at spawn. That’s where they try to get you.”

“Who was this?”

“Code sellers. Don’t look at ‘em.”

“Oh.” Grian goes quiet then. People ahead of them disappear inside the portal. After a moment, Grian asks, “Did you log out at spawn?”

“Near there, yeah. At least, I think I did… But just to be safe, give me ten seconds before you step in after me. Oh, and… We’re gonna be around sparked villagers, so try not to show your hands too much. Scares ‘em.”

Grian nods. They step into a fenced-off little area of space. The white blocks and pink mist of the portal yawn in front of them. HALO Copper’s watching, splitting groups and asking people one at a time if they’re consenting to step inside. One of New Star’s phantom hybrids drapes atop the portal blocks in silent reminder that she’ll lunge if requested. Grian moves to the side while HALO Copper shoots Bdubs a skeptical look.

“Business or pleasure?”

“Oh, he better not give me any trouble.” Bdubs hooks a thumb at Grian, who waves back. “I’m here with G. No funny business and no hunting. Cross my middle heart.”

Couple more questions. The usual. Then Bdubs pops through the pink mist. He mentally grabs hold and swishes downwards, landing with a shimmer when he’s on-server and the mist is gone.

BdoubleO100 joined the game

Everything looks to be in order. He’s near the “town square,” in a partitioned-off spot surrounded by fence posts. There’s a bed a few blocks away. You’re s’posed to set spawn at the bed upfront before you leave, or at the very least they want you to break the bed you were using. You can probably imagine how awkward it’d be to die and respawn in a room someone else rented for the evening.

The spawn area’s got an open sky. It’s pretty much a town, complete with a market. The usual solicitors try and get his attention, but Bdubs flips up his hood and ignores them. He struts back and waits around the square ‘til Grian shimmers in at spawn in front of him.

Grian joined the game

Grian shows up stretching high, wings fanned out around him. Show-off. Bdubs grunts in memory of what he lost, but doesn’t comment. Since Grian changed skins, his feathers have lost their high-saturation shimmer, but there’s no denying he still looks good. Mossy green’s a pretty color on him.

Can’t wait to help with that.

“Whoo, what a rush,” Grian muses, and starts parsing the feathers in his wings as though examining them for the first time in his life. “It’s not vanilla here, then.”

“‘Cuz your wings didn’t shrink?” Baby wings are the default if you haven’t touched an elytra yet. Dog’s Life is one of the exceptions to that rule since they’ve got trait mods going on. “Yeah, the admin knows people like to flaunt ‘em. It’s why they don’t make you scrub client-side mods off before you join. C’mon- gotta put our names in the book and tell the staff when to check up on us.”

“Runs like a wheel,” Grian remarks, trotting after him.

[Full chapter on AO3 - Link at top]

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votederpycausemufins · 3 years

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All my knowledge is of hermitcraft and the stuff people have written for the Hermit!Tommy Au but I kept having this idea and needed to write it. I also think i got a bit out of character halfway through because it was supposed to be short, but i vibed with it too much so now it’s long and maybe not 100% accurate but it’s still angst followed by fluff.

also @petrichormeraki wanted me to tag them when i posted this.

Tommy had been with the Hermits for a while now. He hadn’t really kept track of when he first arrived, but it had at least been a few months. Otherwise, time was a mess. The Hermits has all but legally adopted him and all the joy that came from them caring for him made time seem to fly by.

Doc was fun to be around because while Tommy was perfectly fine never going back to the SMP, the way the man acted gave Tommy a small bit of familiarity in a good way to his past life.

He likes hanging out with False, mainly for sparring. Never anything deadly, but even if there wasn’t a need for Tommy to constantly look over his shoulder, it was good to keep from getting too rusty.

He doesn’t really hang out with Zedaph as much as Zedaph hangs out with him. Normally the Hermit would come out of the blue with something new for Tommy to try. Flicking levers over and over for something that would normally be as simple as using a furnace just became fun for Tommy, especially if he had energy pent up.

Xisuma is someone Tommy doesn’t run into much, but the fact that he doesn’t is something Tommy finds comfort in. Even as the server admin, the man is very down to Earth. Nothing like Dream ever was.

And then there’s Grian. Tommy got along with all the Hermits fine and of course there were some he preferred over others, but Grian took the cake for him. When he first showed up, Grian was the one to give him a place to stay at his old hobbit hole. Professor Beaks had been left there and still used to the SMP and scared for his life, Tommy hid the pet bird as leverage for his own safety. When Grian found out, he mostly shrugged it off, but the tens of chickens in the hobbit hole the next day was proof of retaliation.

Tommy didn’t understand the underwhelming response at first, but responded in kind, using the eggs from the chickens Grian had left to egg the Hermit’s base. When the builder nearly broke the door to the hobbit hole, Tommy grabbed his axe, ready to fight for his life, but was taken aback by the cheerful look on Grian’s face.

After that, Grian had practically taken Tommy under his wing. He showed Tommy how to build more effectively with cobble, eventually managing to get the teen to have some variety. Grian also brought Tommy along on his various chaotic endeavors, leaving behind chickens, mycelium, and possibly some missing doors.

The two chaotic red wearing Brits got along so well that they sometimes spent entire weeks together. Because of that, Tommy was all too aware that the Hermits participated in MCC as well.

It made sense. A few of the Hermits vaguely recognised him when he showed up in Hermitcraft and a few of them looked familiar to Tommy. That had made him feel a little safer since now these people weren’t complete strangers, but it did complicate things. Every so often, the portal to MCC would open and the Hermits participating would go through. The closest Tommy would get to the portal was just before the Hermits left, occasionally giving a ‘Good luck Grine!’ or something similar to Grian as he went through. But after that Tommy stayed as far away as he could manage.

The portal there led to MCC. And from there, there was a portal that led to the SMP. If Tommy could get to Hermitcraft, others could too. And that idea was terrifying, no matter who it was. Dream was a worst case scenario, but even if it was Tubbo. Tubbo had exiled him, and even if they were still on good terms after that, Tommy could have visited at some other MCC, but he didn’t, and that idea likely wouldn’t go over well, especially since otherwise, people probably thought he was dead and Tommy didn’t care to correct them.

But compared to all those other times, today was very different. Today Tommy wasn’t at the sidelines to help send off the other Hermits, he was one of the ones being sent off. They had taken every precaution. Mumbo had rebuilt his Spookification chamber for Tommy with some alterations, specifically removing the firework method of alteration. The teen was also dressed for being on a team with Grian as the Cyan Creepers, so his familiar red and white shirt was missing. But under Tommy’s costume, he still kept the chain necklace holding his compass. He refused to part with it, though made sure he would be hard to access to keep from glancing, knowing at the championships, it wouldn’t be spinning wildly anymore.

With a comforting pat on the back from Grian, he and the other Hermits walked through the portal. The crowd of people that were on the side almost immediately overwhelmed Tommy, making him think that it was a bad idea all over again, but the sight of the two other team members for the Cyan Creepers reassured them, especially as they lined up for the cameras for some fun and silly times. Then once the games began, he was too focused on winning to think of much else.

Before long, the championships were over. They had come in fifth, which was a bit disappointing at first, but on the other hand, it was still pretty good and kept the spotlight off of him. When dodgebolt began, Tommy stood next to Grian, but with a crowd of people, a good game, and no perfect place to sit, the both of them wandered for a better vantage point.

At one point, Tommy managed to push his way right up to the edge of the viewing ledge. It was the perfect place for a while until the action moved, causing everyone to decide it was the perfect place. Enough people moved nearby that Tommy was worried about falling into the pit below, and he almost did before someone pulled him back.

Tommy was ready to thank whichever Hermit or even other player helped him but the words died in his throat when he faced the person who grabbed him. He knew that mask and neon green color. And there was no reason for him to help Tommy unless-

“I finally found you!” Dream spoke. He raised his voice to be heard over the crowd, but not too much to draw the attention of others. Tommy froze as he definitely heard the words. But there was no way for Dream to know, he didn’t look at all like normal.

“I-I’m sorry.” Tommy tried not to stutter, hoping just the situation of being grabbed would excuse it. “But I don’t think I’m who you’re looking for. I’m new here. Unless you’re greeting me for being new.” It was something he prepared before in his mind after Grian brought up the possibility, but it felt sloppy putting it to use.

“Oh don’t lie Tommy. I know it’s you. I guess you got lost, but it’s okay, you can come back now. I got rid of the exile for you. Aren’t you glad?”

Tommy was glad for the mask that covered Dream’s face. He wasn’t sure he wanted to see Dream’s actual expression. “How did you-” He started to speak, but Dream cut him off, poking Tommy’s chest, right where the compass was.

“Weren’t you paying attention to the teams? Tubbo got put with me. And between games he just happened to glance at his own compass. And wouldn’t you know it, it led me right here.” Dream held up the compass that belonged to Tubbo. It looked damaged, and it was recent. Tubbo likely didn’t want to give the tyrant admin the compass, but lost it to Dream anyway.

“Give that back to Tubbo!” Tommy shouted at Dream, trying to snatch it from him.

“Feisty now, aren’t you? We can take care of that when you come back. I’ll also give it back to him if you come with me.”

Tommy froze. There was no way he was going back, but what could he do? Everyone was focused on dodgebolt, and he didn’t want his appearance to have caused more trouble for Tubbo.

Tommy glanced at the crowd one last time before reluctantly nodding. Dream grabbed his hand in a painful clench and dragged him out of the crowd towards the SMP’s portal to leave. However, just before reaching it, Dream stopped. Tommy, who had been looking back at the crowd, hoping someone would see what was going on, turned towards the portal to see Grian standing in front of it.

“Heya, where do you think you’re going. MCC isn’t over yet. Dodgebolt it still going on.”

Tommy expected Dream to just push past Grian or even give some sort of retort, but the actual reply was shocking. “Uh, n-no, just… have to head back early. Th-the game delays made things run over. A-and we’ve got to get b-back for… something else. Don’t w-want to be late for that.”

Dream’s words made Tommy so shocked he forgot to breathe. Dream was scared, no he was terrified. And he was terrified… of Grian. Tommy looked back at the Hermit who stood unflinching in front of them.

“Really? I could have sworn that you were here when I arrived, and that kid wasn’t. And he definitely came from a different portal. I know since I was keeping my eye out for my teammates. So why’s he going with you?”

“I uh…” Dream struggled, struggled, to give an answer, letting Grian continue. “That’s what I thought. C’mon kid, let’s go back to the crowd. You can stay with me until it’s over then I’ll help you find your portal back.”

And Grian took Tommy away without any retaliation from Dream. Tommy was left in awe. Grian wasn’t even an admin in Hermitcraft but Dream was terrified of him. It was amazing! But at the same time, it made Tommy spiral a bit.

When everyone returned, Grian had made sure Dream left before the Hermits and Tommy did so Dream couldn’t watch Tommy leave. Tommy stuck to False’s side as they walked through the portal, Grian being the last to come through as he continued to act as a guard. When he tried to comfort Tommy after his run-in with Dream, he understood when the teen responded he just wanted to go home. The championships were exhausting enough without a scare like that.

The next day, Tommy hung out with False. And then Zedaph, and then Doc. Grian noticed immediately, but didn’t pay much mind to it. He noticed since Tommy had spent a full week only hanging out with him, so the sudden absence of the boy was noticeable, but it made sense that he would want to hang out with the others.

After that, Grian didn’t pay too much attention to the lack of Tommy until he ran into him while stocking the barge. Tommy had been buying something at the store when Grian flew in. He nearly dropped his diamonds in trying to leave in such a hurry that it finally concerned Grian. The builder started visiting other Hermits Tommy tended to visit and ask about him. No one really noticed much other than Tommy dodging any questions about him possibly going to hang out with Grian.

Grian decided to leave it alone, and he was definitely going to, but after another run in with Tommy, he threw that decision out the window. Grian normally wouldn’t have done this, but after trying multiple times to just talk to Tommy and being unsuccessful, the builder had to essentially corner the teen.

Immediately, Grian regretted it. Tommy was trembling, obviously scared, holding a sword in his hand. He carefully tried to point out that Tommy didn’t need to have his sword out, but instead of just putting it away, Tommy just threw it on the ground, also throwing down his other gear. Grian had heard of Tommy doing this before with the other Hermits, so he immediately recognised what was going on and dived to grab the gear. It scared Tommy more, but Grian wanted to make sure nothing ended up destroyed.

“Tommy, calm down, I just want to talk. Did I do something wrong? I mean, obviously I must have, you look scared out of your mind every time I’m around you. But I can’t think or anything I did and I don’t want this to keep happening. So can I know what’s going on?”

Tommy didn’t speak for a while. He just looked defeated and terrified. Grian called in some of the other Hermits to come help Tommy calm down, though at first it didn’t help. But over time, Tommy finally did stop looking so terrified and they moved to somewhere he would feel less cornered. It took more coaxing after that, but finally, Tommy explained himself.

“He’s scared of you. Dream is… actually scared of you.”

“Yeah, I’ve killed him once or twice. Plus my full name is Lord Grian Dreamslayer, so it’s kind of in the name.” The builder tried to say it as a joke, but it didn’t seem to lighten the mood.”

“He’s the admin and he’s scared of you. And you… I’ve been hanging out with you.”

Grian nodded. “Well yeah, we do fit together well. ...Did he say something at MCC to make you think I didn’t like you?”

Tommy shook his head. “N-No. You’re right, you’re fun to be around. But dream likes… liked messing with me. And tried to train me. And I hang out with you more than I had with him, and I’m more like you. I-If you’re somehow more powerful than him-!” The rest of the words stopped in Tommy’s throat, choking him up. Stress was nearby and gave Tommy a careful hug for comfort, which helped him a little.

Grian waited a little bit for the tension to calm slightly before he spoke. “I don’t know exactly what Dream has done to you. You’ve told us a lot, but you obviously haven’t told us everything, and telling us isn’t the same as experiencing it. But let me tell you that I’m not going to do what he’s done to you. I remember how you were the first day we found you. And I see how you are now- well, how you were a few weeks ago- and I’m happy. Happy because you’ve been happy. You’ve been safe and cared for here and it shows. I don’t want to force you to be anything, I want you to be you. Sure, I’m powerful enough to kill Dream, but I’m not going to use that power on you. I’m only going to use it around you if it’s to keep him away from you.

“And! And! It’s just because of how your server is. Here we can go to the end. We don’t have a set amount of lives. We build massive structures and sell totems for a single diamond each. We fight Withers for fun and make farms with them. We farm just about anything you can think of. And Tommy.” Grian paused, making sure Tommy was paying attention. “You may be from somewhere far off that none of us old Hermits have seen, but now you’re here. And new home or not, that makes you a Hermit too. Sure you can be like me. Or you can be like False or Doc or Scar or Mumbo. But so far, you’ve been pretty you. And that you is a Hermit.”

Tommy took a few moments to process it, but the message seemed to get through to him. With that, Grian stood up with a smile. “Now I get that you probably don’t want to hang around me much right now. It makes sense. Maybe hang out with some other Hermits and learn some new stuff to get your mind off of things. Plus, I also did some talking around looking for you, and got you this.”

Tommy’s eyes practically sparkled as Grian placed down some music discs. He greedily grabbed the treasures and stuffed them in his inventory, looking up just to see Grian flying off. Taking on Grian’s idea, Tommy decided to go with Cleo and try to wrap his head around those armor stands again. While he wasn’t a pro, he did manage to make one scene of the hermits all holding weapons and surrounding an armor stand in lime leather armor. Grian was right. He was a Hermit. And he wasn’t going back. At least, not permanently, he thought, clutching his compass. Maybe, there would even be another Hermit like him.

#hermit!tommy au #hermitcraft #hermitblr #dreamsmp #tommyinnit #grian #mcc #docm77 #falsesymmetry #zedaph #xisuma #dreamwastaken #stressmonster101 #angst and fluff #still not a fan of how dream's persona eminates someone... problematic

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theres-an-impulstor-among-us · 3 years

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may i request some grian and zedaph? i have nothing else in mind except maybe them causing some kind of chaos

Hell yeah Grian and Zedaph, one of my favourite HC duos!

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Zedaph has been watching Toon Towers for the last hour, just waiting for Tango to leave and go elsewhere. From his vantage point on the roof of one of the Aquetown buildings, he has a perfect view of Tango working on changing the sign on the building from False’s name back to the word Toon.

“Whatcha doing?” comes a voice suddenly from behind him.

Zedaph jerks and almost falls right off the roof. “Goodness-!” He catches himself before he inadvertently swears.

Grian giggles. “Hi, Zedaph. Whatcha doing up here?”

“I could ask you the same question!”

“I’m trying to find a way to buy that building there.” Grian indicates the taller granite skyscraper. “I was looking around it when I spotted you up here and decided to come see what you’re doing. From your reaction just now, I’m guessing you’re up to no good.”

“Not yet, I’m not,” Zedaph protests. “Tango won’t leave his base long enough for me to do anything.”

“Tango’s your target, huh?” Grian joins Zedaph on the edge of the roof. “Why?”

“Because he was directly responsible for making me homeless for ten seconds. I wanna get him back.”

Grian snickers. “Is this about the zoucher?”

“Of course it is,” replies Zedaph, hiding a grin. “Tango’s my best friend but that doesn’t mean I can’t plan my crippling revenge against him.”

“Heck yeah. Need any help?”

Zedaph glances at him. “Really? You want to help prank the guy who helped get you your base back?”

Grian shrugs, grinning. “I mean, yeah. I’m always up for shenanigans, any time, place, or person.”

“Well, I’d definitely welcome your input. I was thinking of sneaking in and sticking Zedaph heads everywhere.”

“Hmm…” Grian considers this for a moment. “Good idea, but not big enough. You want Tango to know who’s responsible, yeah?”

Zedaph nods. “Absolutely.”

“Check out what he’s doing right now.”

Zedaph looks over at Toon Towers. “He’s still changing the sign on his base.”

When Zedaph looks back at Grian, he finds a mischievous grin on his friend’s face. “Exactly. What better way of making a statement than plastering your face over the front of his tower? I doubt he’ll want to remove it straight away after spending all that work redoing it in the first place, so it’ll stay up for several hours at least, constantly reminding him of his crimes. Whatcha think?”

It’s as if Zedaph is seeing Grian in a new light. He can’t believe there’s someone other than Tango or Impulse on the server who thinks the way he does and seems to understand him on an incredible level. More to the point, he can’t believe such a person exists AND they’ve never collaborated on a prank like this before.

“Grian, I think you’re a genius,” he says.

Grian gives a pleased grin. “Good, me too. Now, while Tango’s finishing up the sign, let’s go get our materials. When we get back, he should be done.”

…

Sure enough, when the two fly back to Aquetown with two shulker boxes full of building materials, they find the Toon Towers sign finished and Tango nowhere in sight.

“Ah, perfect!” Grian grins. “Now’s our chance. Did you bring your mask?”

“Absolutely did. Do we put them on now?”

“Nah, only if Tango catches us. Don’t think he will, though; it’s getting dark. Now, let’s get over there.”

The two fly over to Toon Towers and land neatly on the sign. Working in tandem, they start creating a giant replica of Zedaph’s face over the sign that Tango has just finished. As they work, the two chat about their base swap and how relieved they are to be back in their own base again.

“I still can’t believe Tango gave you that zoucher,” Zedaph snickers. “He really will go to any length to mess with me. Honestly though, I can’t say I wouldn’t do the same if the roles were reversed.”

“Well, he didn’t give it to me for free,” Grian says, grinning. “I had to give him an IOU.”

“Really? Well, that’s gonna come back to bite you.”

“Oh definitely. But hey, Tango’s a pretty fun guy, so we’ll see what happens.”

“Tango’s very fun but he’s also very devious. He’s gonna use it to either ask for some help on a redstone project or do something to you that’ll result in horrific embarrassment or death. Or both.”

Grian laughs. “Wonderful. Can’t wait.”

After about half an hour, the two are just finishing up when they hear a redstone door slide open.

“Uh oh!” Zedaph yelps. “Time to go!”

“HEY!”

“Too late,” snickers Grian.

Zedaph quickly ties on his pink mask as Grian glances down and finds Tango on the ground looking up at them, hands on his hips. “What are you two doing up there?!” he yells. “Wait - what did you do to my sign?!”

Grian quickly slips the chicken mask over his face. “We are the deliverers of justice! Poultry Man and Worm Man!”

Zedaph is only just able to stifle his laughter. “Yes, we have corrected an injustice and now we must away!”

Immediately, Grian jumps off the building and activates his elytra. Zedaph jumps off after him but tosses an ender pearl towards Aquetown. He teleports and crashes to the ground in a heap just outside the barber shop.

A second later, Grian lands next to him and the two set off running. They tumble into the granite-coloured skyscraper and collapse on the ground, neither of them able to breathe properly through their laughter and exertion.

Just as their laughter is dying down, Zedaph glances at Grian. “I didn’t know you were Poultry Man.”

This sets off Grian laughing again and after a moment, Zedaph joins in.

“Who knew we’d have badly-concealed animal-themed superhero alter egos in common,” Grian giggles.

Zedaph pretends to be affronted. “Badly concealed? Badly concealed?! I’ll have you know I’m perfectly below average at concealing my identity, thank you.”

“Oh, man.” Grian takes a few deep breaths to calm his breathing, wiping his tears of laughter away. “I’m crying, dude. That was the best thing I’ve done in so long. Thanks so much for letting me be part of it.”

“No, I should be thanking you! My revenge would’ve been so dull without you. Remember, my original plan was just to walk in and stick a few Zedaph heads to the walls. Tango’s DEFINITELY gonna remember this.”

“Dude, I’M gonna remember this. We really need to team up more often.”

“Don’t you mean Worm Man and Poultry Man need to team up more often?” asks Zedaph innocently.

This causes Grian to giggle again. “Ohh, yeahhh, definitely. Cuz, I mean, who KNOWS who those two might really be. Now that’s a duo of superheroes who really know how to hide their identities.”

Zedaph grins at his new partner in crime. “Oh, yes, a hundred percent agreed. Perhaps they should remove their masks now, to make sure their identities remain secret.”

“Ah yeah, you’re right.”

The two simultaneously take off their masks.

“Um… Grian?” Zedaph stares down at the mask in his hands. “We forgot our shulker boxes.”

Grian pauses. “Oh. Shoot. Do you think Tango’s in any mood to scrape them off the side of his sign right now?”

“I mean… no,” Zedaph responds. “Is there anything in them you would mind losing?”

“Nah, not really. Tango’s welcome to them, honestly.”

A pause follows his words.

“You wanna go back out there in costume and take them back?” Zedaph asks.

Grian grins mischievously at him. “I thought you’d never ask.”

#hermitcraft #grian #zedaph #Vaunna writes

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shadeswift99 · 3 years

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Team ZIT Ghostbusters AU!

Discord ideas. Of course they’re discord ideas. (paraphrased from a Discord discussion)

- Zedaph is the one who started the ghostbusting crew. Impulse is the one who went along with it because his normal job is boring and he's had haunt-y experiences before that he wants to confirm were real. Tango is the guy who didn't believe at all but they dragged him along because he's the only one with a car

- Tango keeps somehow missing any and all real ghost encounters (”Come on man, you HAD to have seen that!” “I was in the bathroom!”)

- The few ghost encounters he actually has. he still manages to excuse as something else for a really long time (”Jerk in a costume” “Weather balloon” “Firework show gone wrong” “Hallucination” “Water reflection”, etc.)

- He eventually has to admit that ghosts are real, but he keeps up the bit with the others because he thinks it’s funny

- the others start to wonder why he’s so dedicated to convincing them that ghosts aren’t real in spite of their very real encounters. They start to wonder if Tango himself is a ghost

- He is not. Hilarity ensues

- Zed and Impulse start setting ghost traps around the office, but the ever-oblivious Tango keeps accidentally avoiding them. Zed and Impulse then activate them themselves while looking for flaws in the design.

- About two thirds of their calls are just old people who are freaked out and kinda lonely, they're good at reassuring them and "thoroughly checking" for any “ghosts” to put them at ease

- Beetlejhost was one of these calls, it was supposed to be nothing! They were convinced it was nothing! And it was nothing, until Tango and Impulse went into the hall for their customary "check" and got insulted up and down by a nerd-looking guy in a striped suit.They like to think they let him come with them, but really, he just wouldn't leave. He is Weirdly resistant to all their ghostbusting measures

- Eventually they just stop trying to get rid of him

- Zed and impulse eventually ask him if Tango is a ghost, he gives an incredibly cryptic answer that those two interpret as a yes

- The eventual confrontation about Tango's theoretical ghost-ness starts out ridiculous, but gets more serious. Impulse and Zedaph start listing the reasons why they think he's a ghost - he's weirdly insistent that ghosts aren't real, he hasn't told them anything about his life, they never really see him arrive or leave from the office...eventually Tango kind of snaps and shouts at them that he's not a ghost! He just doesn't have many other places to go, okay? They don't bring it up again

- However. There are a few weird things around the office that they cite as evidence that Tango can't explain. He didn't open that door that they always leave closed. He couldn't have boiled water in the kettle that's been broken for six months. He isn't the reason why their reflection in every mirror is wearing a different facial expression than they are.

- They would suspect the Beetlejhost, but the strangeness started long before he got there

- They bought the office for cheap because nobody else would buy it. The story is that the landlord was murdered there a decade ago, and he still hasn't left the place, making sure all of the new tenants are treating it well and punishing them if they don't. The three didn't really put much stock in that. It's a myth, right? Urban legend. Happens all the time. Surely the ripped and slightly bloodied vest they found in the attic has a perfectly reasonable and natural explanation.

- Honestly, their resident ghost buddies (both known and unknown) are probably the only reason they haven’t been attacked by ghosts in their own office yet. As annoying as they can be, they make pretty good protection from incorporeal intruders.

- “Ghosts try to fuck with them and are met with a ripped dude and a nerd in a suit, both looking quite angry”

- They only really realize that the Beetlejhost isn't the only ghostly officemate when large amounts of their post-mission pizza start disappearing

- Impulse starts "accidentally" leaving things out just to see what happens to them. He leaves out a Rubix cube to see if it's solved by the morning. It isn't, but it has been thrown out the window.

- Skizz has never had to learn how to physically appear before. He's never really wanted to. The living world kind of screwed him over, so he doesn't feel like he owes them anything other than ominously lurking just beyond the mortal plane. However, to these people, he kind of thinks he might want to make himself known. They seem...okay. Ish. Maybe. No promises.

- Maybe at first, he just talks (suddenly, in the middle of the night, in a way that just about gives Impulse a heart attack of course)

- Eventually, the Beetlejhost teaches him how to make himself visible. (Of course he knew Skizz was there the whole time)

- He still mostly keeps to himself - not used to being friendly yet - but when he does choose to show up to team game night, an extra bit of company is always welcome. (plus it's someone to keep the Beetlejhost from cheating by phasing through the table and looking at the cards)

- Beetlejhost comes with them on missions, but Skizz is more or less bound to the building

- The Beetlejhost usually just sings and/or laughs at them, but he's gotten them out of a good few tight spots on occasion with Ghost Negotiations. After all, he doesn’t really want them to get hurt

- As distant and mischievous as Skizz can be, really, he doesn't want them to get hurt either. They take good care of the building and they're the first real friends he's had in 15 years so why would he want them gone? So, he does his part to help them whenever he can

- One time one of the more dangerous ghosts decided that possessing Impulse was a good idea. They subdued him and took him back to the office to figure out what to do with him, but they didn't have to. Skizz basically just yelled at the ghost until it left.

- Speaking of possessed, Tango has a strange talent for coming under the control of ghostly forces. Usually it’s pretty easy to get the ghost to leave, though, so it’s okay - and hey, at least it left him with some nifty red eyes!

- And yes, Tango does get possessed when he still thinks ghosts aren’t real. And no, that does not convince him.

- He has to wear sunglasses sometimes so they don’t get kicked out of places, but he usually just lets the eyes show and becomes the most badass person in the Walmart

- Zedaph and Tango try to ask Skizz how he died sometimes. It’s a bit of a touchy subject, but of course he chooses humour instead of just saying that. Zed and Tango continue to insist that “saw your mom’s face and died from shock and horror” isn’t a valid death explaination

- Skizz doesn’t want to talk about his death because he was killed by someone he trusted. A "friend" did something bad and wanted to use Skizz's place to hide from the cops, but Skizz didn't agree and didn't want that on his hands. He tried to convince the friend that if he turned himself in he would get a lighter sentence, but the friend killed him in anger. Notice how I said earlier that the crew are the first real friends he's had in 15 years, but he's only been dead for 10

- Skizz isn't really interested in getting that person caught, he just wants to make sure nobody uses his place for bad stuff after he died. That’s his unfinished business.

- Of course, the crew sometimes gets called in to take care of things that are not, in fact, ghosts, to varying results. One time a guy (whose name might have been Mumbo) called them in to ghost-vacuum his living roommate (who might be called Grian) who was just being annoying. They didn’t, of course, but only because Impulse said it would be wrong. Their other roommate (Iskall) gave them a tip and apologized for his idiot besties

- While they didn't vacuum Grian, Zed and Tango are still curious about what happens if they vacuum a living person

- Tango now has to figure out how to delicately and calmly phrase "Skizz please help oh god Zed's soul is stuck in the vacuum cleaner"

Please feel free to send me questions, I am enjoying this way more than I should be :)

#hermitblr #tangotek #impulsesv #Zedaph #Skizzleman #team ZIT #team ZITS #ehehehehehe AU go brr #shade rambles #Hermitcraft

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salcreus · 3 years

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So I'm no writer. I don't mean this in a bad way, I just can't write long texts or keep my attention on the plot that I'm writing.

Having said that, however, I've been thinking a lot about an AU where Impulse and Etho end up teaming up, and things don't seem to work as they should on the 3rd life server.... [AO3 LINK]

Pop. Crack. The taste of muddy, bitter water in your tongue. You’d figure that if you tried hard enough, you could even notice the hints of salt scattered throughout. But focusing on the little details in life are for people that have the time to do so- And you, Impulse, are

“-an absolute idiot.” “Whoah there buddy, all I did was help some people out on their business. Don’tcha think that having more cards at play is gonna help us out in the end?” The redstoner says in such a tone that almost feels acrid in the way that fruits rot, if left forgotten, yet poor phrasings and curses aside, they truly were words of a man that means no malice- a curse of playing so many sides, he’d assume, if he were in another time. What he gets in response is but a boneless sigh, one that is tired of the shapes and turns of life and death, the game that they always play but never win. - “Impulse, you know that I love having you around- I’ll go so far as to say that you are the only one I can truly trust around here. But you are making me have some second thoughts about that.” “About my loyalty? Oh come on, you know that you are my pal til the end of times!” “Do I?” Etho has a way with words, it seems. He doesn’t use expensive expressions, the ones that are far too costly for your own soul or mind- Nor does he try to seem something that he isn’t, that’d be too unnatural, even for someone of his stature. But something in his tone moves rocks and mountains if the man so desires, and oh boy does he desire that a lot. You could say that It’s the type of tone that tugs you relentlessly, even if your conscience is clear- it’s never enough to hurt, of course, Canadian costumes or something of sorts, but it’s enough to make you doubt your own self down to the last cell in your body. And that; is far worse than any heartbreak or ill mouthing. Impulse staggers a bit away from his machinery- a simple system that would cast a rain of arrows down to any intruders from the sidelines - and contemplates the question that had been dropped in the air. Does he? Etho wouldn’t doubt him so much if he did, that’s the logical conclusion to that pinpoint. Now onto figuring out why the sudden suspicion. “You do know that I’ve sworn allegiance to you, right? I’m not saying this to be nice, or to play the part, this is not a master plan to trick you and stab you from the back- Heck, I wouldn’t be fortifying your fancy castle if that were the case! Though I doubt that you’d need my help with the redstone side of things-” A slight frown waves upon the man’s face for a split second, and Etho would have probably told you he hadn’t seen a thing if someone were to ask, for sight can be deceiving, and so can the light, and the mind, and your thoughts. “Agh, just please know that I’m doing my darn best to make sure that we can be the winners! That’s the whole goal of me being buddy-buddy with the other teams, right? So that we can gather intel and be 5 steps ahead of them.” And he meant that so truthfully, so genuine and pure, for someone that was doing so much wrong. There was a moment of silence. Well, not true silence- The sloshing of water against hard wool, the wind kissing the crops good morning, the distant chattering of the sheep, it all played a song to fill the current void in this conversation, which was not halted by the need to come up with something more to speak, or the lack of subject, but yes by the need to figure out if both of them believed in this story. “Why are we doing this?” Impulse is taken aback by the shift in conversation- Etho is no person to bring doubt into the table like that, after all. To question others? That’s a fair game, albeit a bit torturous at worst- But to question his own purpose, just like that, out of the blue? Now that was a heavy rock thrown to the face. Thankfully not in a literal sense, though. “...What do you mean by that?” Is what he managed to blurt out in response. “The betraying, the killing, the alliances- all of that. I mean, fundamentally, we do know that we are doing this for ‘fun’ and to ‘wind-out’ ” - The white-haired figure makes sure to over exaggerate the quotation marks of his sentence, giving it such a grand gesture that it almost breaks the somewhat tense presence filling the air. It was nice to take a step back and to remember that, at the end of the day, Etho is

still just Etho, silly and well-meaning. - “We know it because it’s what Grian told us it is.” “So you’re implying that there’s something more to it..?” “I’m not sure yet. You can just call it a hunch, really. But maybe Hermitcraft just... Wasn’t enough for him.”

Silence lingers for a few moments longer, a bit too thick to be swallowed easily, but accusations like these just weren’t possible to digest with a light heart. Impulse, almost inspired by a feeling very fitting to his name, took a few steps forwards, taking in the comforting feeling that the floor of their castle provided, soon sparing a glance at the lava fortifications surrounding them. If he really tried, he could spot Tango’s killing game by one of the exposed gaps, which earned a small chuckle in response. If it was loving, or nervous, he would decide later. “So” - The (yellow themed) redstoner finally spat out - “Going off your logic there… We’re friends with a guy that runs off bloodshed and sadistic tendencies, a guy who has created, even fought, so many battles on the other server, yet felt the need to kick the violence up a notch- For… entertainment?”

In response, the other (more so blue themed, but does Etho really have a colour of his own?) redstoner walked closer towards the other man, each step carrying a moment of reflection. “Ehm- Maybe? I mean we always knew that’s the main point of what we are doing, I’m more so implying-” “Implying that his goals are beyond a couple of laughs and water guns between friends.” “Mhm.” “We don’t usually take such a long break from Hermitcraft, which might have been why he felt the need to create this game.” “Or maybe he was just tired of the pawns, so he traded them for new pieces…” Impulse coughs out another chuckle, but this time anyone that paid some mind to the man could tell the pain that it was carrying- It was almost a brand image at this point, a coping mechanism he had earned over the years. He would go as far as feeling a certain shame about it, at least in his darker hours- it’s hard to play the part if your true colours can pop out at any moment, after all. At that moment, he had come to the realization that he would be awful at poker. “...Either way, I do think that Grian is taking this too far. I don’t know about you, but I would rather not have to betray and kill my friends like this. In a lighthearted competition? Sure. But this is turning people into monsters, Impulse. It’s turning us into monsters, in fact.” He spares another sigh, his face twisting into a more pained expression - contrasting the usual cool facade that he kept around the server - , taking the chance to keep his words down to a mere whisper, almost as if to share the secrets of the world with Impulse, spells and curses for his ears only. It almost felt a bit special, in a way. “It’s not like I enjoy the idea of our friend being some sort of sadistic megalomaniac- And I promise you that I’ll eat my own words one by one if I’m wrong, cross my heart, hope to die-” - Worth to note that both of them shared their just as secret reactions to the phrasing used by Etho- The man of the minute with a scrunch of his nose, and the person looking at him with an accidental eyebrow twitch. - “...But I really need you to trust me on this one, Impulse. You know that I wouldn’t bring such accusations without a reason.” Pop. Crack. The taste of muddy, bitter water in your tongue. You wished that if you tried hard enough, you could preoccupate yourself with the bits of salt scattered throughout. Moments of self reflection and torturous analysis, little glances, short breaths, holding your head, holding your mind, holding your heart- Correction, your hearts. Holding simultaneously nothing and the idea of Nothing at the exact same time. You stare at Etho. He stares at you back. But, in the end, focusing on the little details in life are for people that can afford to do so. And you, Impulse, are- “-running out of time! So I guess we are going to call it a day here, folks! Please log out of the world as soon as possible.” The communicators scream, rudely buzzing out to all of the members present in the server.

#woop #impulsesv #ethoslab #impulse #3lsmp #3rd life smp #third life #third life smp #i have no idea what im doing :) <3 #i just #t #i jus dont write like this idk img jfdnfdggjfng pee pee poo #mcyt #oh yeah ah is this salty art #sure we can gonwith that #salty art #edit: added tags #salty writing

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mystilotls · 3 years

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Tokyo Soul Au: Chapter two

Song: Touch-Tone Telephone

Tw: Main characters in peril, main character harmed (its ok, its just Sam), Shipping

Pleabs reblog

Asks for the characters are open in @ask-mystis-aus (PLEABS SEND THEM QUESTIONS)

Taurtis sighed as his back hit his locker. Right now while he is waiting for Sam to organize his locker, he is lost in a train of thought, he missed Grian. Ever since he held that damn book, he has been acting weird.

He often wore a black jacket over his red sweater, a pentagram necklace on the outside yet no matter what, he wouldn’t take off this amulet that glowed a distracting red. He had a lock of his hair dyed red yet he always hid it from view, his eyes were a glowing, you guessed it, a piercing red and it always struck fear into Taurtis.

His personality altered for the worst as well.

Grian seemed to constantly avoid Taurtis and whenever Sam insulted him, he huffed and walked away, not even bothering to acknowledge his existence. For Sam, being ignored was was the most shameful insult you could ever do and he was not having it.

Right now Grian was talking to Igbar, more often than Taurtis or Sam yet no matter how much Taurtis was around or near them when they talked, Taurtis couldn’t understand anything they were saying.

“Sam, do you think we did something wrong?” Taurtis asked while Sam peeked his head out of his locker to look at his headphones friend.

“Gree-on? He thinks he’s better than us and it makes me sick,” Sam said as he turned his head to see Igbar and Grian turn their backs to them. Sam made an inaudible growl and glared.

“Don’t bother worrying about him Taurtis, he must have a thing for tentacles SINCE HE HAS A SQUID FOR A BOYFRIEND” Sam yelled loud enough for everyone to hear while Taurtis heart pained hearing “Grian” and ��boyfriend” but not his name in that sentence. Sam smiled when Grian turned his head to look at him. Taurtis saw his eye’s turn a dark maroon before returning to the unfamiliar red color.

Then a painful wail ripped through the hallway.

Taurtis got out of his trance when he heard a locker slam and Sam scream in pain. He quickly spun his head back to see Sam crying as one of his bunny ears were clamped by the locker. Taurtis tried to tug his ear out before Sam shoved him and screamed his combination through tears of embarrassment and agony.

Meanwhile Grian watched the scene with a smile on his face.

Taurtis decided to come to class early so he could save a seat for Grian. He assumed he was giving the silent treatment because he felt underapreciatted so he wonders if a kind jesture will let him know that he cares about him. Taurtis saw Grian enter and smiled while patting the empty desk, his hopes shattered as he saw Grian sit in the back of the room, completely away from Taurtis.

He then looked up to see Dr. Nurse leading Sam to class with a bandage wrapped around his ear, Snugglemuffins in his arms and a congested nose of sniffling.

He sat down and slammed his head on the desk before groaning in disgust. He looked at the desk and saw a wad of chewed gum where he had rested his forehead. Sam tugged on his ears in annoyance before remembering that he hurt his ear and yelled in pain.

Taurtis turned his head to hear a faint chuckle coming from Grian, who was writing something in a notebook and trying to hold back a smile.

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Taurtis sat on the couch and looked through his contacts, Sam for some reason didn’t come home the same time he did and Grian left the house only to say “I will see you in a few hours” and that was the only thing he heard from him all day.

Sam did come home an hour late and when Taurtis glanced at him, he looked horrible (but then again he wore torn clothes constantly). Sam was covered in garbage, reeked of fish blood, fish bones were in his natted hair, Taurtis looked down to see stray cats climbing on Sam before he shooed them away and slammed the door.

“New fashion statement, Sam?” Taurtis asked and heard Sam growled. Before he could sit down however, Taurtis shooed him off the couch, exclaiming he smelled worse than before.

Sam just groaned, grabbed paper towels and threw them on the floor before sitting down. It was a small amount of silence before Sam answered Taurtis’ unspoken question.

“I don’t know how but I got lost, and when I at least found Sushi-wushi, your ‘girlfriend’ threw a trash bag that was supposed to go into the dumpster but landed on me and now these dumb cats won’t leave me alone!” Sam folded his arms and rested them on his knees before slamming his head into his arms. Taurtis nodded before having another question

“Did Grian tell you where he went?” Taurtis asked and saw Sam move his head to look at Taurtis before scowling.

“Why should I care, he is the one who hurt my ear!”

“Sam, he was nowhere near u-” Taurtis stopped talking and stared, he realized that he wasn’t acting like this until he got that stupid book. Cthuhlu knows what is going on! He will fix Grian!

“-but i did see him hanging out with Cthu-” Sam was interrupted when Taurtis jumped up from his seat and into his face.

“Where?!”

“The warehou-” Once again Sam was interrupted when Taurtis grabbed his phone, a jacket and ran out of the house, shouting something that Sam didn’t hear well but it was under the lines of

“I’LL BE RIGHT BACK, DON’T YOU SIT ON THE COUCH UNTIL YOU TAKE A BATH”

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Taurtis walked into the warehouse entrance before hiding behind a wall when he heard voices. He peeked his head and saw Grian walking to where Cthuhlu was standing.

“Out of all the places we could talk in private, this was the place you picked. A dingy warehouse that everyone can see” Grian chuckled.

“We could have talked in my meeting room but those mortals trashed it, anyways I have a present for you” Cthuhlu beckoned Grian to follow him before he lifted his tentacle to open a rectangle shaped portal to another realm. The whole room went dark as the portal turned a bright red, the whisperings of the damned echoed throughout as

Taurtis was almost flown back before he gripped the wall tightly, trying to pull out his phone to record what is happening. He tries to watch the scene before he saw a shadow like arm reach out of the portal.

The demon climbs out of the portal before collapsing, and with a wave of Cthulhu’s tentacle, the portal faded. With whatever just crawled out of the portal, laying on the floor motionless.

The creature looked like it was made of nothing but shadows, its long claws scraping against the floor with a chain on its wrist clinking, its pair of black demon wings slightly twitching as its tail sweeped back and forth.

“Hello, Inanis. Welcome to Earth,” Cthuhlu helped the demon up and Taurtis saw its face. The demon’s only feature was two glowing white eyes as a jagged smile was practically carved into his face. The demon walked before looking at Grian.

“Inanis” Grian spoke with a smile

“No matter what form you take, you always look devilishly handsome” ‘Inanis’ spoke before cupping a claw onto Grian’s face, who nuzzled into the touch.

Taurtis watched the scene and tried to fight the tears building up, he was going to walk away in shame before he heard them speak again.

“Necro, my dear. Where am I, and what is this ‘new look’ of yours” The shadow demon looked around which made Taurtis panic when he walked near his direction. Wait, why did this guy call Grian “Necro”

“Relax, I just made a simple deal with a human, he graciously and generously let me have his body,” Grian spoke trying to hide a giggle and the shadow demon smiled. Cthulhu walked up to them.

“Well apparently we all need disguises or else these mortals will try to get rid of you” Cthulhu spoke before “Inabis” realized that he needed a human to fit in here. He looked at Grian and he knew what he wanted.

“Oh no, Inanis, I got this body fair and square!”

Inanis pouted before flying up the dangling lights and perching there, looking to see the faint glow of light and people walking around the night, some drunk while some are just tired from a long day. Inanis’ smile grew as he picked out ideas for his disguise. Grian chuckled before talking to Cthuhlu.

“So, this is the plan old friend, Steal humans bodies and destroy this world from within?”

“That will be somewhat the plan. We cross that bridge when we get there my impatient friend. Right now we need to worry about our guests from back home following our costume ball guidelines”

Taurtis backed away before his back hit something, he couldn’t think before a claw covered his mouth and dragged him to the darkness, dropping his phone.

The faint yet gentle ringtone of Sam calling him was the only thing that accompanied the fearful silence

#original post #original work #original au #Tokyo Soul #Tokyo Soul au book series #ts #samgladiator #grian #taurtis #yhs grian #yhs taurtis #yandere high school #yandere highschool #yhs #please if you enjoy this #show that you did

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melon-wing · 4 years

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Jealousy

Impulse looked at Grian. No, he didn‘t simply look, he stared at him, eyes glued to the person in front of him

Maybe this hadn‘t been a good idea after all. When Grian had suggested it, he thought it would be hilarious, but now? He wasn‘t so sure any more. No, scratch that. A part of him knew for a fact that this was an awful idea, while another, far more annoying part of him was practically cheering.

He blinked and then blinked again, trying to process what was happening. There stood Grian in the fake kitchen, his sandy blonde hair brushed back, wearing of all things a pink, frilly apron. His rosy cheeks made Impulse wonder, if he had put on Makeup as well.

The moment Grian turned to him and looked directly at him, with a wide excited smile, eyes practically glowing, Impulse’s heart started racing madly.

Fuck.

He thought he had been over that little crush he had developed during their time as Hippies. He had buried those feelings along with the withering flower crown. He had even stopped dreaming about those sparkling magenta eyes, and that charming smile, and that beautiful face and… Oh fuck.

“So what do you think? Am I looking good enough to be Iskall’s wife?”, Grian asked with a tiny giggle.

That giggle… That damn giggle. Oh how he had loved to hear it back when they were sitting around the campfire. How he had always tried to be the one to cause this sound.

Impulse had to swallow before answering, trying to compose himself, not trusting his voice before that.

“You… Well if you go out on stage this pretty, Iskall might actually want to marry you”, he replied in a teasing tone, grinning a little, hoping to get a warm laugh in return.

The grin faltered, though, when he saw the blush spreading over Grian’s face. Wait, what the…? Was Grian really getting all blushy at the thought of marrying Iskall?

Impulse wanted to frown or glare, but he forced himself to keep the smile on his face. So what if he felt like someone had his heart in an iron fist right now? So what if he wanted to flee the scene at this very moment? So what if he wanted to run to Tango and vent about everything that happened right at this moment? So what if he just wanted to kill Iskall right away now to skip all this sharade?

He couldn’t blame anyone but himself about the situation he got himself into. He should have told Grian back at the Hippie Camp how he felt. Back then Grian had talked about Iskall without becoming a blushing mess. Back then he might have been open for dating. Now? Well maybe at least he’d get to see Grian become happy.

He had to be supportive now and shove his own feelings into the background. Grian seemed so nervous the closer they got to their planned event.

“You’ll be amazing, don’t worry. You prepared everything so well. It’s going to be epic”, Impulse reassured Grian, who nodded hesitantly. “Now go, put on some finishing touches. I saw you eyeing the cabinets over there. Do your thing and make it look even more amazing”

Grian grinned at him again and hurried off to said cabinet. Impulse shook his head, casting one last fond look in the direction of his partner in crime, before he went to the corner of the stage.

He pulled his shirt and trousers off, throwing it somewhere backstage for later.. Now where was his suit and costume? He was sure he had put it somewhere around here…

“Yo, Grian? Seen my clothes around here?”, he called over, not even turning around.

“Bottom cabinet. I didn’t want them to get dirty while I was building.”

After a little searching, and a lot of cursing he found the suit and got dressed, trying to style his hair a little more like Iskall. Luckily their hair colour and length didn’t differ too much, so he didn’t need to wear a wig. To finish the look, he put on a fake beard and diamond eye, looking at himself in the reflection in one of the metal surfaces. Well this looked convincing enough.

Finally finished, he turned around to look back at Grian. Grian, who was staring at him out of hazy eyes, blushing, lips slightly parted and looking kind of breathless.

Impulse couldn’t decide whether to be turned on by Grian looking at him like that or to be annoyed, because he knew he just got that reaction because he had dressed up as Iskall and would never get that look otherwise.

Well, he decided not to feel anything at all. Nope. He was totally cool with this. He would not start some tragic unrequited love story now. He’d get this damn thing over with, kill Iskall, convince Grian to go for it and then move on to Season 7 without ever looking back. He’d keep himself very busy then. Starting a new world was always a lot of work and he loved it. It would clear his mind of everything and nobody would notice if he built his base as far away as possible from Grian’s. Well… Tango certainly would, but he wouldn’t judge too much and maybe come over with ice cream to let him rant.

A loud beeping from their communicators broke the silence and apparently Grian’s trance, who hurriedly took out the device to look at the message.

“It’s Iskall. He’s here. He’s waiting for our signal to start this ride.” Grian grinned, back to his cheerful self. “Let’s do this!”

Impulse nodded and got into position behind the door, waiting for his cue to enter again.

Everything went on without a hitch.

So what if he glared more than absolutely necessary. The script said he was supposed to look pissed. Nobody would second guess why he looked like that. It took all his willpower though, to direct the glare at Grian and not at Iskall who was riding by all cheerful and excited.

The minecart just passed through the last door, off to Impulse’s part of the ride. Iskall’s laughter was fading into the distance, when Grian suddenly took his hand, a worried frown on his face.

“Are you alright? You seemed off back there. Is something the matter? Did I do anything wrong? I know I overacted a little in the last part...” Grian kept rambling on and Impulse felt like he had been punched in the gut. Grian had noticed how he was really feeling, but he had started blaming himself somehow. Damn, he really needed to get a grip on those stupid emotions. He couldn’t bare to hurt Grian.

“Nah, everything good. I just… I’m worried about my redstone failing.”

A lie.

He had tested this so many times himself. There was no way it would fail. But Grian seemed to be reassured by that so it was okay to lie. He’d do anything it took to make Grian happy, even if that entailed being his wingman.

“Oh, don’t worry. I’ve seen what you can do. I trust you and your skills and you should as well!” Grian smiled at him again and all Impulse could think about was how much he wanted to kiss him now.

Damn, he really wasn’t a good friend.

“Let’s go. We don’t have much time left to get to the shop”, he said as an excuse to be able to turn away from Grian.

The exit point wasn’t far away from their stage and they soon stood in front of the finishing point of the ride, Diorite in hand. They both had a block, even though Impulse had already told Grian he could have the honour to deal the killing blow. But now? He cast a side glance to Grian’s excited face, the way he was bouncing a little on his feet, eyes searching for any sign of movement in front of them.

The moment Iskall appeared in front of them Impulse couldn’t hold back and punched the diorite right into their victim’s face, before Grian could even react. He watched the body dissolve into sparks, feeling kind of empty inside. This really hadn’t felt as fulfilling as he thought it would. It just made him feel all the more guilty about his chaos of emotions.

“Impulse? What the heck?” Grian threw the Diorite block away, giving him a partly annoyed, partly confused look.

Impulse shrugged. He didn’t know what to say that wouldn’t make him sound utterly ridiculous.

“You could have said something, you know? It was you who won the bidding for his death!”

At Impulse’s second shrug and empty look, the annoyance seemed to fade from Grian’s eyes, only to be replaced with more confusion. “Impulse, what is going o-”

“You should head over to his respawn point. It’s always nice to have someone there for you when your body reforms. He’ll be grateful… I mean, just go for it then.”

Grian looked at him like he had grown a second head or declared his eternal hate for redstone. Why couldn’t he just get the message and leave? “He told us to meet up here though. Both of us. What is...”

And again Impulse interrupted him, before Grian could question him any more. “Well I just think after all the adrenaline being alone with him might help you. I bet he’ll accept you with open arms. It’ll be great, just great.” Impulse’s voice broke a little at the last word. He forced a smile. Grian still didn’t smile.

“What the hell are you talking about?!”, he finally asked.

“You. Iskall. I’m just trying to be a good wingman here. I know you like him. Go and confess. I’m rooting for you.” His words sounded hollow and uttering them alone already hurt. How would he deal with those two actually dating?

“I’m not.”

“Not what?”

“Rooting for us. Me and Iskall? Not a thing. He got the hots for Stress.”

Impulse’s eyes widened. He walked right into that. But he couldn’t have known that Grian was also in love with an unavailable man. “Damn, sorry Grian. I didn’t realise. I’m so sorry, but hey, you’ll get over him, don’t worry.”

Grian threw up his hands in the air and an exasperated whine left his mouth. “Why the heck would you think I’m into Iskall of all people?” He sounded confused and desperate at the same time.

“Well the way you looked at me when I put on the costume! The way you blushed when I said Iskall would marry you!”, Impulse almost shouted, his tone slightly accusing.

“That was because of you!” Grian actually shouted back, hands balled into fists. “You were running around half naked, calling me pretty. How the fuck was I supposed to stay calm?!”

“Wait… Come again? Why would you…?” Impulse asked. He thought he knew the answer. But maybe he was only getting his hopes up for nothing. He needed Grian to say it. He needed to hear it.

“It’s not Iskall I like, you damn idiot. It’s you.”

Impulse grinned. He just couldn’t help it. He felt warm and tingly all over. He had dreamt of hearing those words. He had imagined so many confession-scenarios. Hearing them – actually hearing them outside of a dream, outside of a fantasy - just made him so happy. And it got even better when the annoyed look disappeared from Grian’s face to be replaced with a shy, loving smile.

“I guess I don’t have to wonder any more how you feel about me”, Grian said with a quiet giggle, hesitantly taking a step forward and taking Impulse’s hand into his own. “I just… I never noticed until today that you were interested as well. I thought you were into Tango…”

Impulse laughed softly, shaking his head. “Me and Tango? We are just friends.” He could see though why anyone would think that. They were inseparable sometimes. “I fell in love with you way back. You remember the trials to join the Hippies? You looked really cute with your flower crown and being all excited.” He laughed again at the memory. “There was just no helping it. I’ve been in love for so long.”

Grian blushed a little, his smile still not faltering. “We are both idiots then. We could have been dating for months.”

Impulse nodded. They were so close now, foreheads almost touching, breath intermingling. And Impulse just needed this to go one step further. He needed to feel what no daydream had ever been able to give him. “May I kiss you?”

Being so close to each other, he saw Grian’s pupils dilate and hear his breath hitch. A tiny nod and their lips clashed together, arms wrapping around each other. One of his hands found its way into Grian’s hair and he pulled him even closer.

They didn’t hear the sound of steps or the door opening. Only when there was a pointed cough they separated, even if only by a few centimetres. They were both out of breath and Impulse’s eyes travelled to Grian’s swollen lips. It was kind of crazy to know that he had been the one to cause this. And he himself most likely didn’t look any less dishevelled.

“Wow”, Impulse whispered, not able to really put into words what he felt right now and Grian just nodded to that.

After they heard Iskall clear his throat again, they parted, looking to him with matching smiles.

Iskall stared at them, rolled his eyes and then grinned as well. “Well if I had known killing me would be such a turn on to you guys, I would have let you assassinate me way sooner to get rid of the freaking sexual tension you had going on.”

#🍉 stories #Hermitship #hermitshipping #grimpulse #I seem to only write about Grian #Sorry for that #It will mostly stay that way #Also if you are reading this #Know that I love you #You guys motivate me so much

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hermitcraftheadcanons · 4 years

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Zombie Apocalypse AU Masterpost 2 Electric Boogaloo

Previous Post: https://hermitcraftheadcanons.tumblr.com/post/618314308275863552/zombie-apocalypse-au-masterpost

-Bdubs is slowly going feral because he has the virus, it just doesn't show itself physically.

-Cub was tempted to purposefully get the virus to try and help find a cure, (they probably don't have lab rats given the circumstances,) by Scar talked him out of it.

-The timeline of events with DocM is that he started in the NHO group, they ended up dispersing (Etho turned and then left to ensure the safety of his friends, Beef ended up going separate due to Doc and Bdubs' constant fighting and Bdubs stormed off after an argument.) He ends up getting taken in by TFC, (he's the first to arrive,) and eventually captures Rendog.

-Stressmonster and Iskall originally lived in a cabin in the mountains. After Iskall got swept away in a snow storm and Joe and Cleo stopped by, Stress had no idea there was a Zombie outbreak.

-Hypnotizd and XB ended up trespassing in Jevin's property and Jevin shot Hypno. XB pleaded to Jevin that they weren't zombies and to not hurt them further and Jevin begrudgingly went, 'okay, fine. You aren't taking my food though.'

-Impulse's weapon of choice was a shovel.

-Grian can't fly in this AU. Let's be real, if he could, it would be pretty OP.

-Keralis most definetly gave a larger share of his rations to Xisuma while he was sick.

-TangoTek entirely blames himself for Impulse leaving and Zedaph getting bit. He feels especially conflicted because he wants to leave because he's convinced they both hate him and blame him but he can't because 'what if they go looking for him?' 'What if someone worse comes from that?'

-The location of Etho's bite is right on the front of the neck. He actually passed out from blood loss initially and he very nearly died. (Luckily for him the zombie didn't pull away, ripping out anything important (like a windpipe of an oesophagus,) giving Doc time to carefully unhinge the zombie's jaw and save Etho.) Nobody was quite sure how Etho was even alive with a big chunk out of his neck until he started displaying some strange behaviour.

-False is usually the one who stays up late to stand guard and protect her group.

-Mumbo accidentally caught Hypno in one of his traps at one point but let him go.

-Hay here’s a dumb idea, The reason ren is immune to the zombie virus is because he has like an anti-zombie virus in his body it behaves just like a normal zombie virus but it doesn’t turn you into a zombie, so how the hermits turn the zombie hermits human again is by making ren bite them.

-I have an angst ending and a no-angst ending so first here's the not-angst one: Doc and Ren team up with Cub and Scar to make a cure (so Ren doesn't have to bite everyone personally). They travel around finding every bitten survivor and salvageable zombie they can, using the weapons and resources from the NHO for protection. They find ways of producing and distributing enough cure for everyone, and during that process all of the Hermits decide to stay friends and in touch afterward.

-For the Zombie AU, if Scar doesn't already have like a different role in this au, he could've possibly been the first human infected because *someone's* pet cat ate a weird looking mouse and bit their owner.

-This is very angsty and gory, so fair warning: How fast does the virus spread through the body from the bite? If slow, you can cut the bitten part off before it spreads out through the body. To doc having a robot arm, what if he got bit and out of fear, they amputated his arm to stop the spread. I know y'all probably don't wanna go with body horror, but that's something to consider in this AU.

-Lowkey I feel zombie Etho doesnt do justice to his epic PVP skillz, but!! I do see Etho to be something SIMILAR to it! Idk if you've ever played Telltale's The Walking Dead game, but Etho could a zombie whisperer, a human who wears zombie skin and lives amongst the zombies for protection. So when Etho got bit, they THOUGHt he turned but actually just decided, hey I live here now and just vibin.

-You know how ren being a werewolf is popular in the fandom(from what I've seen) maybe that's why is immune to being a zombie and getting bitten by him if your infected cures it because the zombie infection and werewolf infection cancel eachother out.

-A more jokey Zombie!Au thing: The first episode of Llamas with hats but it's Zombie!Etho and Beef.

-I feel like if Wels could get to some of his friends he would try his hardest to protect them and if he ever managed to get bit it would be to save someone else.

-There is just always so much angst potential in any scenario or AU where it involves the possibility of Wels sacrificing himself in some way to protect his friends from something poor bb 😔

-Would infected hermits be able to like recognize people after the infection zombified them or whatever it is? Because if so oh my god imagine the angst.

(All those above in red are from our community's lovely anons!)

-About the anti-zombie Ren bite thing: Doc has the idea suddenly in the middle of an argument so the conversation goes a little like this:

Ren: "So what I'm trying to say, my dude, is that would never work because -"

Doc: "Ren. Bite me."

Ren: "Oh yeah, real mature way to end a disagreement there -"

Doc: *facepalming* "No, Ren, I mean actually.... Just do it, I'll explain later."

-Angst ending: They could never produce enough cure to stem the tide of undeath. They all choose to band together and take shelter underground, hoping to wait it out. They use X's tunnel, but that many people that close together smells irresistible to a horde. The zombies flood after them into the tunnel. X says he'll buy them some time, even though he is terrified. He collapses the tunnel on himself and the zombies so the others can escape. His last thought: At least I get to die as myself.

-Thinking about Etho's bite location (you said it was on his neck): Most bites are on the shoulder or leg (bit from behind while running away) or on the arm (bit while raised to defend). To be bitten on the neck he would have to have his arms and shoulders lowered. Etho, being a good fighter, would have only done this if it was absolutely necessary. Conclusion: he was bitten with his arms stretched out to protect someone behind him, and he knew the consequence that his choice would have.

-(@shadeswiftdraws.)

-The NHO are all strangely dressed (Etho is kakashi, Doc is green, Bdubs has a bandana,) because they were all at a cosplay convention. (-@tomcatacaphe.)

-When Etho left The nHo, he brings a Journal with him. Every Night he'll write a Journal entry. He'll write just about anything, there even some random lyrics and some pretty flowers he pick up along his travels. But as the Journal goes on, the words slowly became wobbly. Inconsistent. until finally, Unreadable chicken skrach. His final (at least readable) entry is: "-I hoPE yoU GUyZ ArE DoInG bETThEr ThAn I Am" As some point in time, Etho lost his Journal and Joe hills found it.

-Speaking of Joe Hill, he made it his personal mission to collect every literature and entertament media he can possibly carry on him. From Dnd Book, poetry, Documentary DVD's, to random journal He think would be usefull. Stress is happy to help Joe but Cleo is a little annoyed because it's will only slow them down, but Joe Argued that "If there's no knowledge left, then what will the future be? Just staying alive and surviving?" Cleo begrudgingly agrees.

-I can totally see Joe and Cleo Rocking an actual Sword and Dnd Cosplay (Joe got is a gift while Cleo Commissions her's after seeing Joe whip out his sword one time in a one shot DnD session) they keep the swords, but they ditch the Costume pretty early on tho.

-Mumbo's next Job Interview would be schedule at Concorp. But then the Zombie apocalypse happened on his way there.

(-@tearosepedall.)

-I don’t want this au to end but here’s my take: most of them get to the bunker where they don’t develop a cure, but do create a vaccine. Occasionally they will venture out to hand out the vaccine to survivors. Still, they all decide to stay into stay together. But because they were unable to develop a cure, even though they really try, there are some how have been lost such as etho, zed, and mumbo. Still the rest of them morn and try their best to survive without modern society. (-@lookitsspacekween.)

https://hermitcraftheadcanons.tumblr.com/post/618587883366957056/tw-very-brief-mention-of-vomit-general-warnings (-@carpe-shovelem.)

-Funny/happy ending to the Zombie AU: The hermits set up a zombie funneling system where the ones that didn't die from infection get bit by Ren to get turned back and they return the dead and give them proper burials. (-@my-cat-is-a-bastard.)

-I just remembered the thought post with Tuartis sleeping through things, Bdubs sleeping through the apocalypse, but now we've got Wels on the sleep team too! Wonder if he'd have slept through the apocalypse as well... (-@853dragons.)

TW: Mentions of dead animals:

I've got one last bit for the zombie au, it ties into my parasite one: With the rumors that the outbreak started in the Convex cancer research facility, and Scar feeling guilt because he Should Have Been Able To Stop This... It really was their fault. As a company. It wasn't intentional, of course, but Convex created the parasite. It was during research into a cure for certain conditions that are notoriously risky/impossible to perform surgery on, like brain tumors or lukemia-type cancer. The hope was to utilize the parasites as something that could harmlessly go in, eat or destroy all the cancerous cells, then die off, leaving a perfectly healthy human. The research project was abandoned after a several years, when every single attempt ended with either dead or, in later years, extremely sickly rats. Although the final round seemed promising, the rats weren't showing obvious signs of a decline in health after two weeks, Convex was convinced to just give it up and that the utilization of parasitic worms was asking for more trouble than it was worth. Plus, PETA was getting dangerous with their choices in protest against the tests, which was the main reason it was called off. Cub and the board of directors didn't want to risk bodily harm to their researchers, and it truly was getting so beyond ridiculous that a few bodyguards weren't enough protection.

Some researchers took some of the test rats home as pets, including our Patient Zero, because they really were quite cute. Patient Zero got bit by his rat, and nobody really thought anything of it for a couple weeks until his behavior took a bad turn. He was picking fights and throwing verbal abuse, and no amount of warnings and write-ups were giving any hint of stopping him. It all finally resulted in him viciously biting fellow labworkers, which sent two of them and himself to the ER. Upon arrival he had to be restrained and isolated lest he bite more people. He was fired from the company, his bodyguards pulled, but Scar had been friends and continued to visit him regularly, wondering where the change had come from, and saddened by his old friend's obvious decline in health. Nurses told him he was refusing to eat or drink, and too violent to reason with nor release to anywhere but the police or psychiatric hospital. Soon, there were more reports of uncharacteristicly aggressive actions from PZ's victims. And from there.... Well, it's your choice where the story goes, but it didn't take long for Scar to put the puzzle together.

-(@basaltdragon.)

More to be added!

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stowaway-macaw · 4 years

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Biome Curse (Part 3)

Cub looked at the message in the chat, with the long, blurred out name and the lines of enchanting runes. He was put off, and there wasn't much that could do that since he himself was somewhat of a force of chaos. Something made him more worried though.

Cub could have sworn that someone close to him had been saying something about feeling emotions that weren't theirs and other strange presences, but try as he might, Cub couldn't recall who that might have been. No faces, names, or voices came to mind. Deep within himself, he knew something was up and he knew he was forgetting something important, but the fog in his mind simply wouldn't let up. His gaze drifted into the distance and the hot noon sun was glaring down on him. He had grown used to the desert, but the bright crystalline shapes protruding from the ground were breaking the desert scenery. Again, in the back of his mind, something screamed at him that those gigantic crystals were because of someone, but Cub still couldn't place the name.

Sighing in discomfort, he turned away from the magical structure and lent his attention back to the chatroom. The messages have died down and Xisuma had said that he was looking into the strange message. Cub shoved the communicator back in his pocket and grabbed some rockets. He took a step forward, ready to take a trip to the jungle to look for some more melons to trade. But before he could, something in the back of his mind told him no. He wasn't sure what, but something in his gut told him that something was seriously wrong with that place. Cub wondered if it had something to do with what the person he couldn't recall had said.

Huffing, Cub decided against the trip and flew off to the cowmmercial district instead.

Mumbo, meanwhile, was hardly as calm. He had had a growing sense of anxiety ever since… since… for the life of him he couldn't remember, but he knew it had to do with the mysterious mansion in the mountains. He always felt the need to stay as close as he could to his base and he had somewhat honored that, but now ever since that strange message had shown up in chat, he felt like he couldn't leave. He felt like leaving would somehow be some kind of ultimate betrayal, but to whom he did not know. Even so, he stayed put.

Mumbo sat on one of the giant structures in his base and looked out at the mansion. As far as he knew, it had mysteriously started construction one day, but nobody knew who was building it or who it belonged to. As Mumbo thought this, something stirred in the pit of his stomach and his face scrunched up. He felt like he should know. He somehow felt that out of every hermit, he would have known who had constructed such a structure. But he didn't. And he felt horrible about it without knowing why. He felt just as horrible every time his gaze wandered to the mountainous horizon. And so he looked away.

Scar and Grian were the only two who knew what was going on, and it was obvious from the way the other hermits were talking. It was like the two never existed. While the situation was definitely concerning, hermits were resilient by nature. The two had already started walking the perimeter of the village to see just how far the barrier stretched. It was like that that they found out that while Scar was bound by the barrier, Grian was not. That being said, Grian was physically incapable of doing anything, including leaving the barrier, without Scar telling him directly to do it.

"I guess that's what they meant by you being my familiar, huh?" Scar said, half jokingly. Grian was less than amused. It went against everything he had worked for, so literally not having any freedom was not something he enjoyed at all. All he responded with was a huff.

"Hey now, we've got to be optimistic! It's important you know!" Scar was obviously trying to keep them both calm, and Grian would have responded sarcastically and made some defiant joke, but since what Scar said was technically a command, Grian could feel a smile creep up on his face. Before Scar could comment, Grian reached for the mask hanging off his neck and pulled it over his face and hair. The mask itself was designed to resemble what was probably the most colorful bird either of them had ever seen and made Grian look even more strange. The mask covered his whole face so Scar couldn't see his grin under the mask, just his mischievous, defiant, violet eyes. It also allowed Grian to physically touch things, and Scar had connected the dots by realizing that so long as nobody could see his face, Grian wouldn't be in his strange "spirit form".

"I'll feel however I want thanks." Grian said, his smile apparent in his voice. Scar sighed with what was thankfully a genuine chuckle and Grian's eyes now smiled for real at the wizard.

"Oh come on…" Scar's voice cut out, like he couldn't say what he wanted said.

"Argh! Seriously! Why can't we say each other's names!? I know what your name is, so why can't I say it!?" The two were definitely frustrated. Neither could say the other's name despite knowing it. However, it was low on the list of problems they had to solve. It was merely inconvenient, but still infuriating.

The pair joked around as they finished marking the border, both attempting to cheer the other up. When they reached the snail, a border had been drawn that marked the barrier which was mere meters from the edge of Scar's village. The pair turned to each other and Grian started with a new topic.

"Alright. We've got to find a way to communicate with the other hermits. You can't use your communicator and mine is straight up gone somehow. I can't do anything without you telling me to do it, which is bad, considering you can't exactly go all the places that I can. What do we do?" Scar thought for a moment and Grian did the same after his small recap. Scar was still trying to get his emotions under wraps and it made it hard to think, so he started to think out loud.

"So, we need you to talk with the hermits, but in a way that doesn't require any actions that are too complicated. Something that I could quickly tell you to do now that wouldn't cause any misunderstandings. The worst thing that could happen is that the hermits start seeing us as threats." Grian nodded along and asked Scar something he hadn't yet considered.

"The voice called you the wizard right? And since it made me some weird magic bird thing, maybe it gave you more powerful magic?" Grian sounded unsure, but the two were grasping at straws.

"Umm, maybe? How would we even test that?" Grian shrugged. Scar hummed and eyed Grian.

"Wait hold on, I'm not gonna be your test dummy am I?" Grian tried to back up, despite knowing he couldn't leave earshot without permission.

"Tell me… " Scar began.

"Tell me if either of us have any abilities that the jungle gave us." It was like a spell, Scar's words, because as soon as he had uttered them, Grian felt the voice again and its words could be heard through his whole being.

See. The jungle had helped the bird. The bird needs to know that the jungle owns it. The wizard knows that the jungle owns it. The jungle has given the wizard crystals. The jungle has given the bird a different form. The jungle has gifted the bird with what it wanted most. The bird owes the jungle. The bird must stay with the wizard. The bird must stay with the jungle. The wizard can do the same. The wizard is like the jungle. The wizard will gift those with what they want most. The wizard and the jungle will be one.

And then the voice was silent. Grian hadn't realized he was wheezing and Scar could see the panic in Grian's uniquely colored eyes, which were the only things visible under the mask.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I won't do it again, please, just deep breaths. Deep breaths." Scar was doing his best to console the gasping familiar.

"Y-you…" Grian started, slowly catching his breath. Scar relaxed slightly at his voice.

"You can… grant wishes… " Scar's eyes widened.

"What?" Grian repeated what the voice had said to the best of his memory.

"But… what did the jungle give you then?" Scar asked Grian. Grian wasn't quite sure, but felt he knew what the jungle gave him. After calling him "the bird" so many times and after the costume change, he could guess. Whether or not the jungle had actually been right in saying it was his heart's desire was something that only Grian knew. He knew it to be wrong, but only because what his hear desired was something he already had. Putting the thoughts aside, Grian clamped his eyes shut and focused on his body and what the jungle had changed.

"Woah!" He could hear Scar's shout as well as the shuffling of his footsteps as he backed up. Grian opened his eyes.

"What changed?" Scar looked him up and down.

"You've… got wings…" Grian turned his neck and sure enough, two honest to goodness wings were resting slack on the jungle floor.

"I had a feeling that's what it would be… " Grian mumbled. Scar tilted his head.

"You most wanted wings?" He asked, confused.

"No. But the jungle thought I did. I already had what I wanted." Scar relaxed somewhat, slightly relieved that his friend wouldn't have such a shallow heart's desire, especially when they already had elytra.

Suddenly, Scar had an idea.

"Oh! What if we trade wishes in exchange for favors!" Grian looked at Scar with a mix of confusion and concern.

"How would that help us?"

"Neither of us can tell the hermits anything about our identities, so we'll look suspicious no matter what we do. The barrier makes my village impossible to enter or exit unless it's you. If we offer the hermits something they can't refuse and tell them to investigate the jungle for us in return, then we can gain their trust, all you have to do is be a messenger, they get their wishes granted, and we get information on what on earth happened to us!" Grian thought about Scar's proposal, and realized that it was probably their best shot. Who could refuse a chance to have their wish granted?

"I think that just might work… " Scar smiled.

"Perfect! We'll look into more details tomorrow, but I think it's about time we rested a bit." Grian agreed and the two cursed hermits made their way into the snail, anticipating the next day.

#hermitcraft #grian #cubfan135 #goodtimeswithscar #biome curse #fanfic #mumbo jumbo

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gridoc · 4 years

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gridoc hcs,,,, 2!!!

these are set in a77 arc cause it gives best opportunity for them

grian was heading back to his base during the evening, he needed like somethings from his base and KNOWING it will take 87 years to find them he decided to just spend the night back at his base anyway.

he been mostly sleeping in a smelly camper van that was filled itself w the brim beside two even smeller camper vans

[even smellier, all of them are smell the same amount of no showering but grian likes to tell himself that he smells just a lil less]

so going back to his base to resupply and also shower w/o shame is a great move

so, flying back to his base he passes over a77 as a shortcut and sees doc working on something

he wanted to go annoy him a bit but also a77 so he kinda decided that maybe the possibility of getting shot down was not grat fun

but he did just drop some flowers as he was flying past and the sound of ‘you damn hippie from across town

a d honestly im realising that i might end up writing a fic w 2 much pre context so cut to the chase to the fluffy bits

BOI COMES BACK, morning tiem. and he is resupplied and as he flies across he realises that the project that doc been working last night

was nearly done.

which, unless he worked overnight that wouldnt be possible seeing the scale of that thing

but grian knew that doc will just shout him away, so. he decided not to be a hippie

and ever so prepared he left the job to the man in the chicken costume

he did ressuply on eggs last night too

so, Doc groggily continued, stubbornly as usual

an egg hit the back of his head

and then another

and another

poultry man was here to save the day!!

doc next thing he knew was covered in eggs, and honestly thats not a good luck for an a77 employee

this honestly let him go change and shower and relax. it was a convenience hidden in an inconvenience

so he does, fresh new suit on and a bit of a cleaning break. and when he comes to the build a mysterious hippie has shown up with a basket

doc obvsiously puts 2 and 2 togethere and decides for once to ‘forget’ to warning of no hippies

especially seeing the happy smile of one as he saw him approaching

grian got some vegetables and fruits from the hippie garden and under the ruse of ‘we have too much’ the two spent a nice morning togethere eating the fruit&veg and talking

and grian spent consciously each conversation away from any projects so doc isnt reminded to go back to them.

they sit around on the airplane runway by the end and softly talking

grian does most of the talking as doc listens w a soft smile

a loud yawn interrupts grian and before he knows it doc leans his head against him and falls asleep

he did spent all night working after all.

grian decides to stay there until he wakes up, and as hes waiting also falls asleep leaning too on doc

a bit later he wakes up back in his camper van and when asking the other hippies what happened there was just knowing smiles and a

‘oh nothing, doc brung you back. something about trespassing’

was all needed to make grian blush

grian wasnt really used to the idea of sleeping alone. Alone in a bed its fine he can endure but alone in a big base ??? why did he do this to himself, huge base in the middle of the ocean cut away from people. big brain moment fo sure

[back in yhs he had 2 other people in the same house/room as him] [evo taurtis was close by even if he had to endure his solemn alone for the first few months]

so first it was mumbo, which w their already history friendship was more than fine w it.

then iskall who was first concerned and mumbo was unavailable so grian decided he was the next best option

and honestly who doesnt like cuddling ??

so, mostly he would break into the architects bases and sometimes they would just wake up w him there and after the umpteeth time it was to be expected

and then it was hippie time and grian really didnt have a quick way to get to either of the bases

and as much as he likes ren and impulse. they smell.

then he remembered someone else in the area

area77 to be exact

quickly flying over he found doc inside one of the hangers, laying down looking over some blueprints on a makeshift bed and dude

he looked cuddly

tall and strong = muscles = basically pillows

its free real estate

his foxes were sleeping near him, and one of them immediately yapped seeing him

there was a bit of shouting as Doc was obvs back to his ‘no fun [hippies] ‘ attidude before at the end blurting out a ‘what do you want?’

grian when telling other hermits he wanted to snuggle never felt embarrassed

but now he was

‘uh’

‘i’

‘i just wanted to ask if u wanted to cuddle’

akward laugh

doc blinked like 20 times hearing this w a soft ‘oh’ and a bit of blush on his organic side

‘well ok’ he layed back down and raised the blanket a bit to like say ‘come on’

this time it was grians turn to blink 50 times a second

and he was much less composed and his mind was screaming to leave but he walked over anyway

layed down beside down and doc let the blanket go covering them both

grian leaned his head on docs chest and doc put his arm around him

[AND HE WAS RIGHT DOC IS CUDDLY]

And god the two were so red both of them, akward messes but after a few seconds they moved closer and moved about so its comfortable for both and fell asleep

then from that point every once in a while grian would pop in for evenings and for the first few times he had to seek doc out

then slowly it became once a week to, twice a week, every second day and eventually grian muscle memory would just fly him out in the evening to a77

where doc would make sure to be in one place- and actually sarted putting more pillows and blankets in one place to sleep there each night.

grian would find doc staying awake waiting for him. and when grian slid into his arms immiedietly crashing

grian also made sure to be on time, although w the architechs he would show up sometimes when they were already asleep he liked talking to doc before or seeing his smile when he showed up

and each time they would lay down and just sink into eachother as both of their shoulders relaxed and breaths slowed down- grian had butterflies in his stomach

#hermitship #gridoc #hermitshipping #anon ily for sending these and ill do the 3rd one sometime else but. theml #hermitship headcanons

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zallano · 5 years

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The HereAfter, Chapter 9

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, read on AO3!

Entire chapter undercut

Shortly after the event that took place in the outskirts of the shopping district, all the hermits returned home. Mumbo began his journey across the ocean in heavy rain and Grian flew back quite swiftly. The rest of the day was quiet and gloomy. No one talked in the chat or did much at all. Everyone waited for the sun to set and hoped that the next day would be better than the last.

When Mumbo arrived back at his island he didn’t feel motivated to do much. He dropped down into his bunker and sat there for a while, thinking about what to do next. His base was empty and plain. He leaned against a stone wall and sat there as his clock ticked annoyingly. Frustrated at the clock but more so at himself for being unproductive, he pushed himself up and opened a chest, and took out an iron pickaxe. He might as well try and find some diamonds while he waited out the night.

Grian didn’t sleep at all that night. He spent his time pacing back and forth next to his farms, not paying attention at all where he was going, and tripping over more shulker boxes than he would like to admit.

He had to get the clock back from Xisuma.

He had to figure out how it worked- he had to understand the clock. If he did, maybe there was a way to bring Tango back- if he had even gone to another time at all. Maybe there was a way he could get back to his world. A way to get everything back to normal.

“No,” he whispered to himself and slumped against the glass of his attempt at an automatic farm. He shook his head and ran his hands through his hair. His clock taunted him with its ticking. It made fun of him. It laughed at him for even thinking such a stupid idea. There was no way out of where it put you.

That didn’t stop Grian from wanting the blue clock anyway though.

He stared at his floor in defeat. His homesickness was getting to him. As much as he loved hermitcraft and all the friends it brought- it wasn’t where he belonged. He belonged at his somewhat small apartment complex with his best friends. He missed roaming the hundreds of new biomes and temples in his world. He missed building with all the different blocks his world provided him. He missed his world, and he belonged there.

Grian sighed. He needed fresh air. Possibly restocking his shop would be best. He stood up and walked over to his various shulker boxes. He rummaged around for a few minutes looking for his supply of quartz, gravel, and sand before taking off towards the shopping district.

He landed outside his cart and checked to see if he had made any diamonds. Unfortunately, he did not. Although that was because he hadn’t restocked the shop in weeks, possibly even months. He dumped the various items into the chests in the cart and stepped back.

“Hey, Grian!” A familiar voice called for him. Grian turned around. Ren was walking down the street making his way over. He waved. “Hey mannn,” Ren said in a dragged out tone as if he wasn’t entirely here but rather daydreaming. Grian smiled slightly. “Hey Ren,” he greeted. Ren stared at him offended. “Ren? I don’t know a Ren, man.” He laughed. Grian took a moment to realize Ren’s outfit. He was wearing a typical hippy outfit. “Ooh, right, hi Renbob, my bad,” he rolled his eyes jokingly.

Renbob smiled smugly. “I was looking for you, man. You got any eggs I can have or buy off you, man?” He asked. “And why would I have any eggs?” Grian asked. ”You should ask the man in the chicken costume!” He laughed. Renbob laughed with him. “I would, I would, but it’s difficult getting ahold of Poultryman these days, man,” he explained.

Grian nodded. “Ah, I see. Well, unfortunately, I don’t have any left. I gave my remaining eggs to Mumbo,” He quickly checked his inventory to see if he had a random egg. Though, for once, he didn’t. Ren shook his head. “Awh shame. Why’d you give the new guy eggs? I would’ve bought them off you,” his voice shifted back to his regular tone and he showed a diamond that was in his hand. Grian chuckled. “We kinda turned most of them into chickens so I don’t think I’m getting any back. Plus, it was a gift for him for taking the spot as a new hermit and replacing me. Why you need eggs anyway?”

“I’m making some cakes but I realized I don’t have any eggs. I figured you would have some though. Also- giving eggs as a gift? Well I mean-” Ren tutted jokingly. “Mumbo wears torn up clothes all the time and- well, unless it’s his style, I think you should do to him what you did to me, minus the flower crowns,” he gestured to his outfit. “And then, once you do that, I can get some eggs,” he winked.

“Next time I get my hands on some eggs, I’ll be sure to bring them straight over to you, Ren.” Grian laughed. “And yeah- I suppose I can do that. I am a talented fashion designer after all.” He grinned. “Hey- and speaking of eggs and cakes- They don’t seem very vegan, Renbob,” He smiled slyly. Ren pondered for a moment before switching over to his Renbob voice. “Mann, I’m not vegan anymore, I’m a vegetarian, man!” He took a massive bite out of a golden carrot and saluted before backing away out of the scene, leaving Grian standing outside his cart not really understanding what had just happened.

“Ow, my teeth!” He heard Ren shout from behind the dead coral shop. “Golden carrots are tough, man!”

Grian shook his head, laughing. Ren always managed to lighten the mood and make things seem better in times where it wasn’t. Grian smiled faintly and took off toward the direction of his base. Hermitcraft was his home, and as much as he missed his old world, he was okay with where he was now.

Mumbo had been mining for hours. He wasn’t able to find any diamonds anywhere. He had expanded his base out a decent amount. Though all he found was coal, iron, and the occasional redstone or gold. Mumbo figured that he would have to go down deeper in order to find diamonds.

He checked his chests for any ladders though he found none. He didn’t have enough wood for sticks either. There weren’t many trees on his island so he couldn’t make more. However, his treehouse did have a few ladders. Mumbo grabbed a few wooden slabs to replace the ladders and climbed up to the surface. He retrieved the ladders that hung against the tree trunk and made a spiraling staircase. He had to admit, the staircase was probably one of the coolest things he’s built so far- not including redstone- and frankly, he was proud of it.

He didn’t stay on the surface for long though. He dropped down the hole of ladders and began to mine deeper, placing the ladders he had as he went. He didn’t have to go far until he found himself in a strange two block high tunnel. There were torches running along the sides and the tunnels branched off into several different directions. “What in the world-“ He muttered, looking around.

Mumbo began walking through the tunnel he fell in. It looked like it went on for ages. Even squinting he couldn’t see the end. He couldn’t figure out if these were man-made tunnels or something that appeared in the future. He wanted to see how long these tunnels went on for, so he continued to walk.

For the most part, the tunnels were boring. They would occasionally run into caves but it appeared that the caves were already explored. Mumbo soon lost interest and the number of tunnels that went off in random directions made him overwhelmed. He wished that he had never stepped foot in these tunnels. Although, soon enough, Mumbo came across another ladder. The tunnels still went on from where the ladder was. Though the ladder was far more interesting, so he climbed.

The ladder went into a small room that appeared to be under construction or blocked off entirely. It had a white ceiling of the block that Mumbo recognized was concrete and the rest of the room looked like a cave that had been sectioned off. Mumbo walked over to a small area of the room where he could touch the ceiling. He took out his pickaxe and carefully mined a block of concrete and pillared up to the next room. He immediately recognized the place to the bottom floor of Grian’s base.

He quickly replaced the block, slightly worrying that he may have ruined it, and covered it by standing on it. Grian had to be somewhere around here unless he had gone out.

As if right on time, Mumbo heard Grian’s voice. “Why hello there, Mumbo Jumbo, I see you’ve found yourself in my base!” Mumbo looked up to see Grian on the edge of the second floor, peering over to look at him. He appeared to be wearing a different outfit to what he normally wore. Mumbo awkwardly waved. “Oh- Sorry- I found these weird tunnel things and I followed them here.” He explained.

“My strip mines?” Grian asked and fluttered down to the bottom floor with the help of his elytra. “Oh yeah, I guess they would connect to your base,” he pondered. “But what a coincidence you came here! I didn’t have to drag you over,” he laughed and played with some sort of long yellow measuring tape that hung around his neck and shoulders. “I’ve got something for you,” he walked over to a grey shulker box that sat in the middle of the room away from the others.

Mumbo raised an eyebrow. “Another gift? You’re sure making it so that I owe you something in the future, huh?” He asked, and took a step forward. Although, before he was able to walk over, Grian shooed him away and opened the shulker box. “Ehh, I’ve seen the redstone you somehow managed to make after Iskall taught you how it worked once. I could never do that. Maybe you can fix my broken farm,” he gestured over to a large pillar-like structure that was made of glass and had many layers of crops. Mumbo shrugged. “Haven’t gotten that advanced yet but I can try,”

Grian shook his head and hushed him. “It’s okay, but you see, Mr. Mumbo Jumbo,” he readjusted the cuffs of his outfit. “I’m the most talented tailor of all of hermitcraft, and I couldn’t help but notice how- well- for lack of a better word- plain your outfit is,” he said, obviously joking around. Mumbo chuckled. “We nearly always wear the same outfit! Just change the colors up a bit and give me a jac-“ he was hushed once again by his friend.

“No, no no, don’t worry about it. I’ll have you looking snazzy in no time,” he reached into the shulker box and grabbed a pile of red and blue clothes. He tossed them over to Mumbo. “There you go-“ he walked back and began placing trapdoors between the two of them as some sort of divider. “Try those on and I’m sure you'll love it!”

“Right now??” Mumbo asked. Grian nodded before realized that the other couldn’t see him. “Uh- yeah! You came here, so right now seems to be the best time.” He chuckled. Mumbo shook his head ‘oh, of course, we’re doing this right now’ he thought and quickly changed into the clothes. He tossed his own clothes over the top of the trapdoors.

“Uhh- Grian.” Mumbo laughed, walking out from behind the divider. He wore the outfit Grian would normally wear. A red jumper and jeans. The sweater was way too small on him and the jeans didn’t even go down to his ankles.

“These clothes don’t even fit me-“ he laughed at how ridiculous he must’ve looked. Grian nearly fell to the floor at the sight of his tall friend. “I don’t understand- those clothes look all right! You can keep them, I have about fifty replicas anyway!” He covered his mouth, hiding his smile.

“Grian, why would you have fifty replicas of the same clothes?” Mumbo asked and the other shrugged. “Why don’t you?” He retorted. “Because why would I need fifty red shirts and fifty jeans??” He laughed, walking back behind the divider to get changed back into his clothes... “Oh no you don’t, come back here,” Grian unraveled the measuring tape from around his neck.

“I guess, if I must, I should get you some clothes that actually fit you.” He said and walked over. Grian held the measurer upside down and measured useless things about Mumbo. “Ever wonder how long your mustache is?” He asked, bringing the measuring tape close to Mumbo’s face. “Or maybe how far your ears are away from your eyes-“ he wrapped the tape around the other’s head. “Or maybe-“ he was cut off. “Do you even know how to measure a person properly?” Mumbo asked. Grian shook his head. “Nope!”

After a few more moments of Grian messing around and the two nearly dying of laughter, Grian stepped back. He reached into his dyed grey shulker box and looked through various different clothes for a few seconds before taking out what appeared to be a white dress shirt, a red tie, and some black pants. “Okay, got it!” He handed the new clothes over.

Mumbo stared at them for a few moments. “H-“ he shook his head. “Okay, fine, I’ll put these on,” he pushed Grian away from the divider so that he could get dressed. Grian walked away, looking quite pleased with himself and the outfit he got Mumbo.

“How did you manage to find an outfit that fits me perfectly- just by measuring my face??” Mumbo asked, walking out from behind the trapdoors. Grian turned around to face him and grinned. “A magician never reveals his tricks-“ he said. “But I thought you were a tailor-? Y’know what- never mind-“ he quickly tied his tie and admired his clothes. He felt a lot better wearing new clothes- rather than clothes he was given from the moment he began existing. He wore a fairly simple outfit. A white shirt and black pants with a tie that matched his eyes fairly well. However, he felt like he was missing something.

Mumbo reached for his old clothes and grabbed his jacket. Once he put it on and buttoned it up, he looked complete. Strangely enough, he felt like himself. He suddenly felt overwhelmed with emotion. This outfit was familiar though he couldn’t understand why. He couldn’t remember why.

He suppressed his other emotions and looked over at Grian and smiled. “And I can keep this outfit too, no charge?” He asked. The other nodded happily. Mumbo glanced down at himself. “Thank you..” he spoke quietly while he adjusted his tie to fit his jacket. “I appreciate it, really,”

Grian shook his head. “Oh no, it’s no problem.” He rewrapped the measuring tape around his neck. “Just doing my job,” he smiled.

Grian began to take down the trapdoors and Mumbo’s eyes drifted to his own clock. He picked it up. What was he forgetting- what couldn’t he remember-?

Thousands upon thousands of blocks away in HermitVille. She was wandering near a river searching for foxes and berry bushes. As she was walking, there was a shimmer in the corner of her eye. It twinkled as the sun reflected off of its surface. She didn’t know what it was- though, it was fascinating. She reached for it, trying to see what was partially sticking out of the dirt. Though, before she got too close, the shimmer exploded, much like a Creeper. She pulled her hand back in alarm and stared at what was in the middle of the hole. It was a clock attached to a string. She picked it up and wore it around her neck like a trophy. The clock ticked quietly and sparkled.

It was like no clock she had ever seen before.

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The Pranker Gets Pranked

April Fool’s!

Grian logged into the Hermitcraft server from his personal home world. He had taken a break from the server, just for a day or so, to enjoy some time off from the intense working and to brainstorm some plans for what he was going to do next after Sahara.

"Hello, my name is Grian and— whaaaaat the heck."

Now, he was FULLY aware of the date. April first: April Fool's.

He still was not expecting the entire Hermitcraft server to be missing?

He was on the spawn island, which was a problem, as Grian knew he did NOT log off here.

"Okay, so I know today is April Fool's, but... what happened here? I was planning on coming on and pranking the OTHERS, not being pranked myself! This isn't fair!"

Grian's "Did You Die?" Box stand made of light grey concrete powder was missing. The only thing there was a single block of the powder, and in the sky there was a single block of red stained glass where the random farm that was here was. The Nether Portal was still intact, but that was about it.

Grian glanced around and scratched his head in confusion.

"So I have no idea what's going on. I might as well go through the Nether Hub and see what else is weird..."

The builder hopped into the portal and watched as the magic purple film covered his vision, and the sounds of him warping to the hellish dimension and the swirls fading. He stepped out of the portal and was immediately surprised by a rather horrifying sight.

"What happened to the Nether hub?!"

Where there was once a wonderful, one-to-eight scale of their Season 6 world, there was now a grid of a sea- or jack-o-lantern, a block or a blue carpet, and a piece of grey stained glass. The blocks in-between were open and below them was the flat netherrack the hermits has spent the first six months of the season clearing out in their free time- and those blocks were spawnable. So in between the grids there were zombie pigmen galore, some wither skeletons, and the occasional blaze. The only things that seemed left alone were the Nether portals.

"All our hard work! The months that we spent working on this- well, others did, I just mined a couple hundred pieces of netherrack, but still!" Grian complained to his metaphorical viewers that would be watching his video later.

He turned to his portal and his shoulders sagged when he saw that the scale model of his base had been decided to birch fenceposts.

"Oh no, what happened to my base? This is not good... well forget what I was planning today, if the rest of the server if like this then I'm going around and seeing what disaster has come to the server," Grian chuckled, knowing fully well that Xisuma and likely a couple of others had set this up.

He stepped into his portal and waited the five seconds, before coming out in the overworld and stepping out of the purple-black frame.

And immediately falling into ocean.

Grian swam back up to the surface, coughing and sputtering.

"Oh come on!" He complained, treading water (which he had gotten very good at this season with the amount of ocean usage that they had been doing) and looking up at his base from the ocean. His vision was blurred from water on his glasses, which he quickly took off and cleaned to get the salt water off his lenses, although it really was useless when his sweater was soaked. He put them back on so that his footage matched his eyesight, and he gasped.

"My base!"

His base was basically nonexistent. The floor was missing, the walls in a random pattern, not even having the awkward grid of the Nether hub. There were two-by-two pillars of white concrete where his mob-spawning towers once were, and the smaller towers outside Grian's main base were single-block nerd poles of white concrete.

"This is insane..." Grian laughed to himself in sickening awe. "Everything is gone! My mess of chests, the mustache machine- oh, no, I see some stained glass still, oh nooooo..."

Grian swam away from his base to where he knew the massive ring around his base was supposed to be. He instead found a single-block wide circle in the surface water. Grian frowned and shook his head, before looking up at the complete mess that was now his wedding-cake tower to build height.

"This is SUCH a mess, guys... I can't believe this. How long did it take for the guys to do this? Did they use WorldEdit? TNT? To be honest, this look like mass amount of TNT usage. If they destroyed my base with TNT, I'm okay with that to be honest. It's my favorite block! Don't worry guys, I have the world save from before this mess, I'll just play Hermitcraft on single player now!"

He withheld evil giggles, knowing that there was of course people who did not realize the date and thought that this entire thing was literal. Grian was set up by the other hermits to pull some real pranks on his viewers, and he was still totally going to find ways to prank hermits before the day was done. But he had to keep in character- bursting into laughter at his dastardly schemes was going to give those schemes away!

"I need to go see other's bases! Xisuma's! False's! Mumbo's!" He gasped dramatically, "what happened to the Mumball?!"

The builder leapt off the ring and took off toward's his fellow Architech's base. the Architech station was mostly untouched, with the station rails still there but the bridges extending to and from on both sides of the platform were nonexistent, making it looks like some sort of strange ocean rig. It took not even five seconds further for the destruction of Grian's neighbor to come into view.

"Oh noooooo," Grian laughed sadly, "His storage system!"

The frame of the (SLIGHTLY squished) spherical base was completely intact. The glass all seemed to be smashed, including the glass that held the water for Mumbo's storage system IN the system. Water flooded the pathways between the chests and down onto the city of farms below.

"This is tragic..." the builder groaned as he flew over the sphere, not wanting to land in any water. Bumbo Balloni, the all-seeing entity levitating at the top of Mumbo's power beam, was missing half his faces and the snow golems inside were wandering the four micro biomes behind the rows of chests.

"Mumbo? Mumbo are you here? Mumbo Jumbo! Mumboooooooooooo! Do I need to start singing the AFK song? Mumbo Jumbo you are not-where-you-needtobeeee... Okay that was even worse than me singing when I was sick. Don't remix that. Oh no, now I'm going to get a sugarcane song too, no! I should really stop talking now..."

Grian spotted something in one of the buildings underneath the main build. He gasped in delight and dived down to it- Mumbo's garden where his bed was.

"Mumbo! Come look at what happened to your base! It's insane!" Grian exclaimed, hoping that by not mentioning April Fool's he might be able to get the spoon. However, he came to a sudden stop when he saw what he thought had been Mumbo Jumbo.

An armor stand, dressed in dark grey dyed leather armor, with a Mumbo head on top, having been edited by the magic book to have arms and look like like a player standing still.

Grian stared at the stand.

Then he gave a fake sob and fell over the armor stand. "Mumbo, no! You've been turned into an armor stand! The horror! Am I the only hermit not an armor stand because I went home for a day? What a cruel turn of events! Wow, I sound like Joe," he laughed to himself, before shaking his head.

"Alright, this has been very funny, but I don't know what to do now. Keep touring the server? I'm the only one online, it's going to get boring without anyone else to... interact with, and figure out what happened to the server..." Grian almost said "prank" which would have given away the veil of obliviousness that it was April Fool's.

His phone buzzed in his black skinny jeans pocket. Fishing it out, there was a server notification and a text.

xisumavoid joined the game.

<xisumavoid> what happened to my base?!

<xisumavoid> Grian! What did you do?!

<xisumavoid> there's guardians everywhere!

xisumavoid was slain by Guardian using magic.

<xisumavoid> meet me at shopping district. Right now.

"I'm going to be in so much trouble for something I didn't even do," Grian groaned, "I'll tell him when I meet him. This wasn't me OR the man in the chicken costume!"

Grian announced this to his camera and took off the small island that was dwarfed by the size of the build placed on it.

"This is a mess as well! Oh no! The stock exchange, iTrade, Tek to the Skies- my pickle shop!"

There was different types of disaster at each location. The Nether hub was a grid, Grian's base was spaghetti, Mumbo's base was waterlogged, and now it seemed that the entire shopping district had WorldEdit cutouts of the shops so that there was only half the build standing, whether vertically or horizontally.

"I have no words..." Grian murmured to himself. Not only that, but he was also running out of things to say without sounding repetitive of his and Mumbo's bases' reactions.

He landed in the plaza with the Nether portal outside iTrade and looked around.

"Xisuma? Look, I know you're mad, but I'm just as confused! I thought this was you getting at me?" He called aloud.

No reply.

Grian frowned. "Xisuma?"

The Nether portal warbled and spat out fuming turtle man.

"Grian, I don't know WHAT you did-"

"It wasn't me!"

"I swear if you said it was the man in the chicken costume-"

"It wasn't? My base has been reduced to nerd poles! Why would I do that to myself?" Grian asked. Xisuma stopped pointing angrily at the builder and a confused look entered his eyes behind the purple visor.

"Who did then?" X demanded. Grian shrugged.

"How should I know? I haven't been on in two days!"

"Oh my days..." X put his hand on his helmet and look to the sky. "I don't understand..."

They stood in silence for a while, unsure of what to do or say in this mess.

"Are you sure YOU'RE not trying to get at me?"

"Ugh, you fools are so dense... if neither of you did it, who do you think did?"

Grian and Xisuma both jumped at the voice that sounded slightly like the one in green, but not at the same time. They spun around to see...

"HELLO GRIAN"

The other said something that shouldn't be repeated in a PG-oneshot.

Grian's blood ran cold at seeing himself with black soulless eyes.

"NPC?! I just saw you at home!"

"And I thought I banned you, Evil Xisuma! Get off my server!" X ordered.

"And what gives you the right to order me around?"

"LET US BUILD A RUSTIC HOUSE"

"NOPE!" Grian immediately protested and turned to walk away, but when he turned around the alternate version of himself was behind him, red eyes glowing.

"On second thought I'll stay!" The builder squeaked. X raised an eyebrow at Grian but said nothing.

"You see this glorious chaos we caused?" Evil Xisuma announced, waving his arm to the demolished shopping district, "you think this is your server still? No! I am the admin of Hermitcraft now!"

"AND I AM THE BUILDER NOW GRIAN" NPC Grian likely would have had the same victorious, malicious grin that Evil X did if he were able to.

Grian and X glanced to each other, likely having the same question about this alter of the other.

You never said anything about a doppelganger?

The admin in red chuckled and held up a hand.

"Well boys, it's been a good run. But the Hermitcraft server is mine now," Evil X grinned. "Say goodbye to your precious world."

"GOODBYE"

Grian started to meekly protest, hoping to find a way to reason with his AI counterpart and this other version of Xisuma. But EX snapped his fingers and NPC Grian blinked, his red eyes flashing for just a moment, and then everything disappeared.

Grian shook his head, feeling lightheaded, and glanced around to find himself in the vaguely familiar cityscape of the HUB for all players.

Xisuma groaned, evidently suffering the same effects of being forced out of a server as well.

"Oh my days, what happened?"

"I got no clue man. But either this April Fool's prank has gone very wrong or we just lost," Grian sighed. "Calling it now, things will be back to normal by morning..."

X grunted in irritation. "I know I was in on PART of this, but not everything! I think we might have just lost Hermitcraft! And if I'm not admin anymore, then I can't rollback the server or kick Evil X and whoever your dude was and... and..."

Grian decided to not inform the not-Doom guy that he was one hundred percent that most of this was a prank. He simply pushed up his recording glasses on his nose, making sure they were still recording X's panic, smirking to himself that this was going to make a great video by the end of the day.

There's a few perks to being known as a prankster. I can't let this oppertunity be passed up now, can I?

Evil X withheld his laughter until both his partners had used the /kick command to kick Grian and his counterpart from the server. They both disappeared before his eyes, and he immediately burst out in hysterics, holding his knees and being unable to see from tears.

"That was priceless!"

"I AGREE THAT WAS VERY FUNNY" NPC Grian agreed in his robotic tone. "I THINK IT IS TIME TO RETURN TO MY CLOSET NOW"

"Awww, not gonna stay to mess with Grian more?" DocM asked the AI, sounding slightly disappointed.

"IT IS TIME FOR ME TO GO HOME"

"You sure you're going to be safe if you go back home?" Python asked, "Won't Grian do something?"

"I WILL LIKELY GET YELLED AT AND THEN HE WOULD LAUGH HE LIKES PRANKS AND WAS TALKING OF APRIL FOOL'S EARLIER"

"Aw, so we didn't get him. Damn," EX grumbled.

"I don't know man, he seemed pretty startled to see NPG over there," Doc chuckled and nodded to the AI. "It's good to finally get back at him for the stunts he's pulled on me."

EX felt grim satisfaction knowing that there was someone else out there who got enjoyment out of seeing people suffer in retribution for something they did to them. The scientist-creeper-cyborg-thing gave off the sort of sinister and intelligent vibes that EX could appreciate. The red creeper hybrid had a more mischievous vibe than sinister, but had been more welcoming to EX and NPC Grian for their short time on the server than some of the other hermits that had taken notice of them for the prank in the hours they had been waiting for Grian, and partially by chance Xisuma, to come online.

"I guess I'll be going as soon as Mr. X realizes he's still admin and will re-ban me and revoke your powers I hacked you," Evil X assumed, slightly sad but also knowing he totally deserved it for pulling this thing again.

"See you around then, I guess," Doc said rather duly and then headed for the Nether portal.

Python waved and NPC Grian, unable to really give a farewell, simply disappeared.

EX sighed, shaking his head, and took out the devices he stole from normal Xisuma and logged off the server before he could be so rudely kicked like he had many times before.

"NPC! HOW DARE YOU!"

"HELLO GRIAN WANT TO BUILD A RUSTIC HOUSE"

"NO! I WANT TO KNOW HOW YOU MANAGED TO PULL THAT OFF?!"

"IT WAS NOT MY IDEA ASK EVIL XISUMA"

"I hate that I know you're lying but I can't get it out of you..."

"I KNOW GRIAN"

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Word count: 2738

Latin version didn’t let me keep that last part with NPG and Grian ;^;

Happy (well, now it's belated, but it wasn't yesterday) April Fool's!

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