#arrow ray grian

[mothspore]

“scar,” a voice whispered.

scar knew it was grian. he couldn’t see him, but he didn’t need to to know. a hand rested over scar’s shoulder.

“it’s over. you won.”

scar’s breath hitched. he began to tremble. “it’s…over?” he asked.

grian cupped scar’s face in his hands. “you did it, scar.” tears ran down scar’s face, and grian wiped them away.

“i…don’t have to kill anymore?”

“no, it’s all done.”

scar collapsed to the ground, relief rushing through his body all at once. he hadn’t even realized how on edge he’d become. he’d grown so used to it, he wasn’t sure how to react.

“i’m so sorry, scar,” grian said, sitting next to him and rubbing his back. his presence was warm, like the sun’s rays, comforting even if it wasn’t physical. how he’d yearned for this warmth, any warmth, but especially grian’s. it was the reason he was adorned the way he was, draped in a cloak of poppies and lilacs.

“what are you sorry for?”

“you know what it’s like to win.”

scar found he didn’t have a response.

he’d always imagined the victors as happy, as proud to have fought the good fight and come out on top. he’d imagined a celebration. but this…?

the loneliness was crushing. everywhere he looked was a desolate wasteland. fires still raged from the battles. arrows and fallen weapons littered the ground. smoke filled the air, and blood coated his hands.

this wasn’t what it was supposed to be like. it was supposed to be happy, everything would be good, and everyone would come back, and tell him he did a good job, and they were proud of him. this wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

the reality set in. he…he had killed. he’d killed his friends. no, a small, traitorous voice said from the back of his head. you had no friends. you lived the same way you won. alone and scared.

it was too much for him. he couldn’t cope with it all.

“congratulations, scar,” grian said, voice multiplying as his form, as well as the forms of all the past winners, materialized before him.

“you’re truly a winner.”

#hey guys i haven’t watched the finale yet #but i’m mental #sl spoilers #probably #idk man #i love angst #traffic #traffic spoilers #traffic life #goodtimeswithscar #gtwscar #desert duo #i’m insane guys #secret life #secret life spoilers #grian

[happy-hermit]

Stuck on a long car ride and took it as an opportunity to write post-last life scar angst <3 (dedicated to @stiffyck who expressed a need for scar centered angst and I wholeheartedly agree. hope you don’t mind the tag aldkdj)

Anyway hope y’all like it!! :D

Part Two

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They appear all together when the game ends. They pop in at spawn, a cacophony of noise and apologies and panic, phantom aches from their final deaths shooting through their bodies. Scar can still feel the arrow that had pierced his chest. Wonders if anyone had even noticed, when he died.

He sits up, groaning, eyes automatically falling to his chest, half expecting to see blood. There’s none, of course, and somehow that seems equally as disturbing as the alternative. He’s wearing his Swaggon outfit. It feels a little too cheerful. It feels like it doesn’t belong to him. He’s grown used to the weight of a heavy cloak around his shoulders; he’s off balance without it.

The others are all in front of him, some standing and some still on the ground. None of them look like they know what they’re supposed to be doing, all of them eyeing each other as they attempt to gather their wits. It’s the second time this has happened, for most of them. It doesn’t really make it easier.

Scar pushes himself to his feet after a few seconds of assessing if his legs are able to carry him, and though he stumbles, he doesn’t fall. Good thing, because he’s not sure anyone would catch him if he did.

He’d spawned in on the edge of the group, and he scans the area in front of him to make sure that everyone who was supposed to be on hermitcraft is there — that no one had been left behind. He relaxes a little when he realizes everyone is accounted for. Bdubs and Tango are closest to him, standing a few yards away having some sort of playful argument, Etho standing nearby and watching. He catches Scar’s eye and shrugs a little, like what-can-you-do?

Scar cracks a little smile, and he wants to go over there. He wants to talk to someone. He wants to not be alone.

His feet don’t move. His heart crawls up his throat and curls into a tight ball. His voice wouldn’t work, if he tried to use it.

Farther away, Grian leaps at a disoriented Mumbo and hugs him. He looks like he’s mouthing apologies. Scar knows what Grian looks like when he’s apologizing. He knows what Grian looks like with bloody knuckles and sandy hair. He knows what Grian looks like when he has to kill a friend.

Impulse claps Mumbo on the back, smiling. A few hermits gather around Pearl, checking on her after her first time in the games.

Scar could go over there. He knows they wouldn’t kick him out, knows they would talk to him.

He can’t make himself move. He has grown too used to being alone. He doesn’t know what to do, now that he doesn’t have to be.

(Part of him blames them. None of them had offered companionship before, why should he offer it now?)

(There’s a louder part that blames himself. Maybe if he’d been different. If he’d tried harder. Maybe he had deserved to be lonely. Better alone than a burden.)

Fireworks go off in the distance as the other hermits come to greet them. There will probably be some type of celebration, to catch up and welcome them home. It’ll probably be fun.

Scar is at the edge of the crowd, and he slips away.

———

There are no lights on in the Swaggon when he gets there. Dust particles float lazily in the rays from the setting sun, and his hands are cold. His chest hurts. He’s not sure anymore if it’s residual respawn pain. He just wants someone to touch him, or hug him. He can’t ask.

The ladder creaks as he climbs it, and it’s loud in the suffocating silence. Normally, Scar would be filling it. He’s afraid to try to speak. Afraid of what will happen if he can’t.

His room is exactly how he’d left it. Messy bedsheets, half-pooled on the floor. Partially drawn blueprints on his desk. Top hat sitting on a shelf.

Jellie on the bed. She’s stretching, back arching and already purring. She makes her way to the end of the bed nearest to him, and she meows. Where have you been? I’ve been waiting.

Scar stumbles forward and falls to his knees next to the bed, reaching out. He’s not breathing. He can’t. Jellie gingerly sniffs his hand for a few seconds, and then she rubs against it, meowing again, purring louder.

Scar doesn’t realize he’s crying until a tear drips onto his hand, and then he laughs a little, quiet and sad. Jellie meows again, almost accusing.

“Sorry,” Scar says, and his voice cracks, barely above a whisper. He’s afraid he’ll break more than silence if he talks any louder. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to leave.”

He pets her for a while, long enough that the sun goes down and the stars come out. Long enough that his tears dry on his face and his eyelids droop. It’s quiet. He can hear an owl hooting outside, distantly. He doesn’t really feel like he’s come home at all.

Eventually, he picks up his cat and gets into bed, letting her curl up top of him. Her purring eases the phantom pains in his chest, and he sighs shakily, tension bleeding out of his muscles. His hands are still cold. He falls asleep anyway.

#hi stiff we’ve never talked before but I love your art ALJSJDJ hi #thinking about adding a second part with comfort if anyone wants to see that #goodtimeswithscar #gtws #last life #last life smp #jay’s journal #j writes

[rosaacicularis]

Im sorry, you have WHAT NOW- 👀

-🍂

854 words… and it might be some of the most homoerotic words i’ve ever written… i’ll give y’all the sneak peek and let you decide if i should bring it back <3

Scar was a knight, had been since he was old enough to fire an arrow from a bow. He trained day in and day out to be the best there was, he succeeded. He could hit a target from a hundred metres away with stunning accuracy. His abilities happened to become a double edged sword, though, as the rest of the council wondered why he hadn’t caught the leader of the resistance.

Scar always said that he didn’t know, that the resistance was just that good. It was a half truth, the resistance was good at something. Mainly the leader, and mainly getting Scar to fall in love with him. He guessed it wasn’t entirely Grian’s fault that Scar had fallen for him, and his smile and his ability to match Scar in wit and snark.

Scar felt a little guilty, lying to his king, the subjects. All of that guilt dissolved as Grian placed a strawberry in Scar’s mouth under the summer sun’s rays. Grian pulled his hand back, letting the strawberry sit between Scar’s teeth. He leaned in, taking a bite of the strawberry himself. Their lips brushed against each other for a moment, Grian let the touch linger.

Scar sunk his teeth into the soft fruit, breaking it in half. He pulled back, just enough to look Grian in the eye. Scar felt the fact that he was blushing, and could see it mirrored on Grian’s cheeks. They sat, their faces only centimetres apart, flushed with desire for each other and warmth from the sun. Grian slowly chewed the strawberry, not breaking his gaze. He licked his lips when he was done.

Scar was dizzy with love, he brought a finger under Grian’s chin, pulling him closer. Grian let a smile cover his face as he closed the gap. The kiss tasted like strawberries, like love, it carried the sweetness of rebellion. It was almost nauseating how perfect it made Scar feel.

Grian could say a single word, and Scar would betray his kingdom. He would throw everything else away if only to keep Grian’s hand in his, if only to keep their fingers intertwined. He wanted to keep Grian’s soft glances, and his feather light touches. He wanted to keep the feathers Grian had given him, with cheeks that matched their hue.

Grian knew that, so he never tried. So easily could Grian pull Scar away from everything else, so easily would he go. Grian always let him go silently, back to his quarters, where they both patiently awaited their next meeting.

They broke apart from the kiss, equal parts breathless and content. Grian shifted so that he could hug Scar, he rested his nose in the crook of Scar’s neck. Scar’s arms surrounded him, straightening out a few of the feathers. Grian let out a soft chirp, falling even further into Scar’s hold.

“If you preen my wings right now, I will fall asleep on you,” Grian mumbled, it vibrated against Scar’s skin, reverberating through his body. “And that’s a threat.”

“I’m okay with having a nap,” Scar smiled, leaning back on a nearby tree. It provided a bit of shade, but Scar could see the sunlight peek through the gaps between the leaves, creating an intricate pattern of shadow on Grian.

“What if someone finds us?” Grian’s voice was quiet, tired. It wasn’t nervous, Grian didn’t care if the world knew they were in love, but it was concerned because Scar did. If his king found out about them, about the fact he was literally fraternising with the enemy, it wouldn’t end well. He didn’t want that, he didn’t want to risk never seeing Grian again.

“I’ll say you drugged me,” Scar joked. He felt Grian smile against him, and so he smiled in return, regardless of the fact Grian couldn’t see him. “We could always pack up the picnic, go somewhere else?”

“Somewhere else?” Grian asked, pulling his head out from where it rested. Scar missed the warmth, the points of contact, the feeling of trust that Scar had only ever been able to attribute to Grian. “Where?”

“Somewhere that doesn’t know who we are, a place that won’t tell anyone that we’re there together,” Scar rattled off, his hands had stopped brushing against Grian’s incredibly soft feathers, instead resting on the small of his back.

“You know,” Grian smiled mischievously. “I think I might know a place.” Grian pushed himself up, using his hands on Scar’s chest as leverage. He stretched out a hand to help Scar up to, he had half a mind to pull Grian back down. He considered letting them be found, letting the consequences catch up with him, letting himself love Grian openly and freely.

“Oh?” Scar said, standing up, keeping their fingers interlocked. “And where might that be?”

“What if I told you it was a surprise?” Grian smiled, bringing his other hand to wrap around Scar’s wrist. He lightly tugged it, pulling him along.

“A surprise?” Scar asked, he crouched down, not letting go of Grian’s hand. He picked up the blanket and the empty basket that once held strawberries.

#here you go #have some more content <3 #snippet #scarian #desert duo #hermitcraft #hermitshipping #grian #gtws #gtwscar #goodtimeswithscar #trafficshipping #🍂 anon

[coolmusiccentral]

Top 40 Albums of 2023

We say goodbye to 2023 with 40 of the best albums we've listened to in the last year, a list topped by Fever Ray's amazing third album "Radical Romantics", another close encounter with Karin Dreijer's extraterrestrial electropop project. Our top 5 albums of the year also include Yo La Tengo's "This Stupid World", one of their best efforts in an amazing career that's nearing its 40th anniversary, Protomartyr's sixth album "Formal Growth in the Desert", another post punk masterclass, and the two excellent albums that newcomers Bar Italia offered us in the year ("Tracey Denim" and "The Twits"), combining a hard work ethic with great talent.

Here are our Top 40 Albums of 2023 based on what we've listened to so far, plus a few others that stood out. This list will be updated in the near future as there are certainly more good albums out there that we are yet to discover and will be posted in its final form in Cool Music Database as usual.

Top 40 Albums

Radical romantics - FEVER RAY

This stupid world - YO LA TENGO

Formal growth in the desert - PROTOMARTYR

Tracey denim / The twits - BAR ITALIA

Rat saw God - WEDNESDAY

The record - BOYGENIUS

First two pages of Frankenstein / Laugh track - THE NATIONAL

I've seen a way - MANDY, INDIANA

Everyone's crushed - WATER FROM YOUR EYES

I inside the old year dying - PJ HARVEY

Everything is alive - SLOWDIVE

The beggar - SWANS

Sit down for dinner - BLONDE REDHEAD

Stereo mind game - DAUGHTER

O monolith - SQUID

Shook - ALGIERS

The ballad of Darren - BLUR

Javelin - SUFJAN STEVENS

Cacti - BILLY NOMATES

UK grim - SLEAFORD MODS

Medicine - GOAT

The death of Randy Fitzsimmons - THE HIVES

Plastic eternity - MUDHONEY

In times new roman - QUEENS OF THE STONE AGE

I don't want you anymore - CHERRY GLAZERR

Bobbie - PIP BLOM

Food for worms - SHAME

Gigi's recovery - THE MURDER CAPITAL

Breaking the balls of history - QUASI

Careful of your keepers - THIS IS THE KIT

Clear pond road - KRISTIN HERSH

Islands in the sky - DEATH VALLEY GIRLS

The land is inhospitable and so are we - MITSKI

Chaos for the fly - GRIAN CHATTEN

Weathervanes - JASON ISBELL AND THE 400 UNIT

Mommy - BE YOUR OWN PET

God games - THE KILLS

Bless this mess - U.S. GIRLS

Time's arrow - LADYTRON

Mid air - ROMY

Also recommended: Isn't it now? - ANIMAL COLLECTIVE, All her plans - CABLE TIES, The price of progress - THE HOLD STEADY, On grace & dignity - THE GOLDEN DREGS, Bird machine - SPARKLEHORSE, Cat Power Sings Dylan: The 1966 Royal Albert Hall concert - CAT POWER, Brain worms - RVG, House Of All - HOUSE OF ALL, Sea of mirrors - THE CORAL, I thought I was better than you - BAXTER DURY, Rabbit rabbit - SPEEDY ORTIZ, Formentera II - METRIC, The candle and the flame - ROBERT FORSTER, Strange disciple - NATION OF LANGUAGE, Dead meat - THE TUBS, New York City - THE MEN, Continue as a guest - THE NEW PORNOGRAPHERS, Blondshell - BLONDSHELL, Several songs about fire - A SAVAGE, Cousin - WILCO, The future is your past - THE BRIAN JONESTOWN MASSACRE, Land of sleeper - PIGS PIGS PIGS PIGS PIGS PIGS PIGS, Expired candy - BODY TYPE, The last rotation of earth - BC CAMPLIGHT, Nowhere to go but up / Welshpool frillies / La La Land - GUIDED BY VOICES

#best of 2023 #best albums #2023 #top albums 2023 #fever ray #yo la tengo #protomartyr #bar italia #Spotify

[puppetmaster13u]

Late Night drawing time I guess. More of the Subnautical Hermits au.

#Subnautical Hermits #below zero hermits #below zero au #subnautica au #pengwing mumbo #discus iskall #arrow ray grian #glacial basin #below zero bay #i should be doing homework #but inspiration keeps me from doing so #oh well #merman #alterra #alterra worker

[votederpycausemufins]

So, took a bit longer to write this since I was moving back home now that the school year is done and as you probably saw if you follow me, I created the Shared Space au! I’m really proud of that too, so check it out! and send asks for it too!

anywho, tagging time! @petrichormeraki @helleborusangel

Jrum stood facing Grifect, sword at the ready. He just needed to buy some time because there was something easy he could do. Instead of having an actual communicator, it had been built into his system at one update, so he didn’t need to get it out and type. Instead he could just send it mentally, though it could be a little odd at times.

But right now it was important. Jrum got a message ready and sent it to Mumbo, then to Grian. Telling them he was in danger and Tommy probably was too. But there was a problem, he didn’t get a message back from them, but an error.

“Sowwy, but I can’t wet uwu caww fow hewp! Thawt wouwd make my dad mad. If they gow aftew Tommy, they’ww see youw bwothew iws gone.”

Jrum jumped at Grifect, slashing his sword at the other bot. An arrow hit him as he ran forth, a second when he hit Grifect. Not wanting to get shot anymore, Jrum kicked the dispenser, pushing it out of Grifect’s reach. He attacked with his sword again, but a shield materialized on Grifect’s arm and deflected the attack. “That’s not fair!”

“Why wouwd I make iwt faiw? I wawnt tuwu win awnd hacking iws easy. You’d awweady be dead if I couwdn’t wisk wetting a message out thawt I was the owne who kiwwed uwu.” Grifter explained with a giggle, hacking in a new dispenser. “At the vewy weast kiwwing machines won’t duwu thawt, then I cawn pwetend iwt was juwst an accident whiwe you’we fine! But if aww my data iws wight, once you’we dead, you’ww be whisked away fwom thiws wowwd again!”

Jrum hesitated at that. He would? But he lost a life in the SMP and came out fine. But then again they had weird respawn rules, Tommy was proof of that. Jrum thought about trying to run, but then had an idea. If he would have an issue with respawning, Grifect would have to have the same issue!

Jrum pulled out a bow and fired it at Grifect before pulling out an axe. The helsbot put their shield up for the arrow, so Jrum was quickly able to chop it in half with his axe. Grifect’s eyes widened which let Jrum know something else, the other bot wasn’t good at combat or have a program for it. “You asked Xannes how to be a better hacker?” Jrum swiped his sword at the bot. “He’s a good hacker because he had to train all his skills. Xisuma is the best admin, so he needed to beat that. But he also needed to be good at everything!” The sword managed to tear into a weak part of Grifect’s body at a join. “You may be a hacker, but you have no clue how to actually use what you have! And that means I win!” And the sword sliced Grifect in half, the robotic body disappearing in smoke before it could reach the ground.

Jrum panted, having used a lot of energy for that. He wanted to close his combat program to conserve power, but he didn’t know if anyone else would show up. He wasn’t even sure where his hels version would respawn. But the fact that he needed to respawn at all was good news, so Jrum attempted to send another message and smiled as it went through. Now people would know what was going on.

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Grian kept glancing at his comm, worried out of his mind while he wasn’t with either of the bots. He had just gotten them back and while they looked like they were getting better, he couldn’t help but imagine the worst. It also didn’t help that he was dealing with NPG, Xannes and Sense all in one room. 

He couldn’t help but sigh in relief when he got some messages from the boys. Jrum was still having fun playing with his hels copy and Tommy seemed to be taking care of Grum. The best part was the message that Grum was cuddling with Tubbee, which was great to imagine. It was just a shame Tommy could send a picture without disturbing them.

“So are you guys close to being done arguing?” Grian spoke up, getting up from where he was sitting. “I’m getting a headache from it all and Mumbo’s not here to help.”

“You can always go for the next best thing.” Sense suggested, making Grian scrunch his face up in disgust.

“What would Grifter think?”

“As if he wouldn’t want some fun with a clone.”

Grian shuddered. “Why are you like this?”

“Because Grifter and I love each other, which is surprising that you can’t do that as the ‘good’ versions.” Sense replied, crossing his arms.

“Hey! Those two of course love each other, they’re just not gross about it.” NPG argued for Grian. “And Even Xannes is okay with his stuff.”

“Ye-Hey!” Xannes complained, but then was stopped as their comms buzzed. Everyone looked away, Grian going over to his own and reading two messages, watching as a third appeared.

Grifect was slain by Jrumbot

<Jrumbot> Something’s wrong with Grum and Tommy. Grifter’s been up to something and my copy’s been hacking.

Grian was slain by PerfectSense

Grian watched as his own death message appeared as he was blasted in the back by a death ray Sense had on him. When his eyes next opened, he was in bed and heard a scream in the distance. His comm was still in his hand since he was holding it when he died. There were three more death messages, one for Xannes, one for Tommy and one for NPG. 

The one for Tommy was the most concerning with Jrum’s message, so Grian jumped out of bed and broke his window to go through, not wanting to go through the main hall and run into Sense again. A few shards of glass cut into his wings from the shoddy break and Grian’s recklessness, but he didn’t care, needing to get there fast. He flew as fast as he could to get to the old hobbit hole, glad it wasn’t too far away.

Grian’s eyes widened as he got into the place. It was a mess and Grum was standing in the middle of it, holding a sword and staring at Tommy’s bed. Tubbee flew near him and was stabbed by the sword, making Grian hold his breath before the bee popped out of its hive again. The avian was glad that Xisuma had set it up so that the bee could respawn since Tommy had been scared of something happening to it.

“Grum, put the sword down.” Grian said. He wanted to reach for a weapon, but realized he hadn’t grabbed any before rushing over there. He frowned as Grum didn’t move, instead killing Tubbee again. “Grum, put it down!”

Grum put the sword down, slowly laying it down on the ground. Grian started to take a step towards the bot, but they immediately turned around, pulling out a crossbow and shooting Grian with it. Grian yelled as the arrow struck him and he looked at Grum, now realising it wasn’t his son, but the hels version. “What did you do with Grum?! And it said you killed Tommy too. How? You left the world with Grifter and didn’t-”

Sefter moved so fast Grian barely comprehended it. Grian’s wing deflected the attack, though an axe chopping into it still hurt. At the very least it was weak as Sefter was just bringing the weapon out, but he was just after any damage. Another attack came down on Grian’s arm before the bot changed to another crossbow, shooting Grian point blank.

Grian attempted to attack back, even though he only had his fists and wings as weapons, but Sefter kept dodging them. Grian huffed, finally noticing the magic radiating off of the robot. A strong speed potion. There was no way he could land a hit on Sefter, especially without a weapon. But that was fine, because it finally made sense. Tommy wasn’t here, likely in the other half of the hobbit holes. Grum also wasn't around because someone messed with the messages and he had left the world, not Sefter. Because of that, there was no reason for him to be here.

When Sefter next attacked, Grian dodged, letting himself fall. He opened a portal just below himself, letting the magic envelop him before closing it again so the bot couldn’t follow. He felt like he was falling for a few moments before opening a second portal, taking him out of the Watcher’s world and into the SMP.

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The first thing he heard was someone crying. It sounded familiar, but at the same time he couldn’t place it. A voice that spoke up definitely was recognizable though. “Hmm, not sure it worked. Why not hit him again harder this time?”

“Tech-” He got out before something slammed into his gut, winding him. “Wh-What the fuh?” He managed to wheeze out.

“I-I’m s-sorry. I d-didn’t… You s-said he was- wh-why are you laughing?”

“You’re a f-fucking bitch Techno.”

“Nice to see you too Tommy.”

Tommy groaned as he sat up, having trouble as he found Grum sitting on his lap, holding a book in his hands like he was ready to bludgeon Tommy with it. That was probably what hit him in the gut now that he thought about it. “What the fuck happened?”

“The kid got the revive book that Dream had and used it to fix you. Did the same for Wilbur.”

Tommy sat up just a little bit straighter. “Wait, Wil’s alive? You’re serious?””

Techno gestured to Grum. “Yeah, apparently this one half revived him while we were all gone.”

“This one? His name’s Grum.” Tommy said, crossing his arms.

Techno crossed his arms back. “Does it matter?”

“He’s our fucking nephew!” Tommy complained, making Techno huff.

“And? So far all of my ‘nephews’ have tried killing me.”

“B-because you did it first.” Grum piped up. “I tried to be d-diplomatic with y-you and-”

“Yeah, well I hate government.” Techno cut Grum off.

“Yeah. I know. It was sort of my job to account for people like you. But it’s fine! One uncle is enough!”

Tommy chuckled. “Hey, maybe you’ll like Wil as an uncle too. Then you’ll have two.”

Grum turned to look at Tommy again. “I was already accounting for him in my count as I already had encounters with him here before. That is the one I was referring to.”

“Wh- Hey! Why am I being excluded?!” Tommy shouted while Techno smiled slightly. 

Grum recoiled slightly, which made Tommy back off a bit. “You… you said I could call you something else. Just because you’re actually my uncle… you’re sort of not.”

It took Tommy a bit to realize what Grum meant. He supposed it was true, a week ago, they hadn’t known they were actually related to each other. “Well, alright, if you’ve only got one uncle, I’ve only got four brothers! Take that Techno!”

The hybrid just rolled his eyes while Grum tackled Tommy with a hug. Tommy patted the bot, rolling his own eyes, though it was more sarcastically. “So kid, why not start with Tommy?”

There was a moment of confusion from Tommy before Grum suddenly stiffened, letting Tommy know that whatever was being talked about wasn’t the greatest thing. “What are you talking about?”

“Something got brought up before we came here. I figure since you two seem close, he should be telling you, especially if I’ve already been told.”

Tommy leaned back to look at Grum. They didn’t look scared as much as they were nervous. “Hey big man, what is it? If it’s something that happened because of Dream, I won’t be mad. I mean, you kinda killed me and I’m fine.”

Grum fidgeted a bit, still looking nervous, but then he answered. “Um, I think I have something called chat? At least that’s what Techno called it.”

Tommy was taken aback and looked at the piglin. “Yeah, well, chat’s just what I call it. They’re basically just voices.”

“Right… sorry.” Grum apologized.

Tommy looked between the two of them again. “Wait, so you’ve got your own form of chat? They’re not telling you to be as bloodthirsty as Techno, right?” Tommy asked, and Grum quickly shook his head. “Then yeah, it’s fine. Besides, even if I didn’t like it, your dads do so-”

“They don’t.” Grum cut Tommy off. “You’re… I’ve only told two people and you’re the second. I thought it was bad.”

“No, you’re fine. It runs in the family.” Tommy assured the bot. “Plus, they don’t sound too bad, so it’s fine.”

Grum fidgeted some more. “Well… Dream isn’t the nicest-”

“Wait, you hear Dream in there?!” Tommy couldn’t help but stand up in shock, causing Grum to fall off the bed. “Uh, sorry Grum. I just- Dream?! Really?!”

Grum rubbed his head. “Yes and no? He’s not like the one that was admin here, at least mostly. And they’ve kinda been around before I even knew you.”

Tommy didn’t look entirely convinced, but he didn’t want to make Grum even more upset. “I guess that’s okay. Who else do you remember the names of?”

“Um, all of them. There aren’t many. There’s Dream of course, but also Eyes, Gor-”

Tommy didn’t need Grum to continue. “I found your book. You hid it in your charger. Their names were in there. I mean, I don’t know how you got PM in your chat, but it sounds cool.”

“You found my book?” Grum asked, tilting his head. “And it was in my charger? Who put it there?”

“Uh, I thought it was you. I mean, you sent me a message to go there, though you used Eye’s name.”

Grum shook his head. “Then I didn’t do that. Eyes did.”

“What do you mean Eyes did?” Techno asked. “How can your voices do stuff like that?”

Grum looked even more confused now. “But… Is that not supposed to happen? Eyes and Console have both been doing that.” And then Grum’s confusion turned to panic. “I thought you said it was okay?”

“Shit.” Tommy cursed, sitting back down to pull Grum into a hug. “Yeah yeah, it’s okay. Just different. Fuck we need Mumbo and Grian.”

It was perfect timing, as just as Tommy said that, Techno’s communicator buzzed. The hybrid took it out and read the message before showing it to the teen.

Grian joined the world.

#hermit!tommy au #hermit!tommy #jrumbot #hels!jrumbot #grian #watcher!grian #grian xelqua #avian!Grian #evil xisuma #npg #npc grian #hels!Mumbo #hels!Grumbot #tommyinnit #technoblade #grumbot

[pixelfun20]

Flower Fields, Ch 1

Summary: Season 7 of Hermitcraft has begun, and their newest and youngest member, Tubbo, is more than ready to prove himself in the eyes of his friends. New memories are made and friendships are forged, but old ghosts from the past still linger, and Tubbo will soon discover that fate has a way of letting things come full circle.

Notes: This an fic idea I legitimately came up with yesterday, based off of @give-grian-rights ‘s Watcher!Tubbo and Watcher!Tommy AU (I hope you don’t mind! I just loved this idea). I wrote this a single evening, let it sit for the night, and decided to publish it today. I hope you guys like it! Just to note, I haven’t finalized a title (or plot, besides some major points) yet, so if y’all have any ideas, let me know!

Chapter 1:

I'm not yours, and you're not mine

But we can sit and pass the time

For a moment, he floated in darkness.

Then in the next, he was falling through the air.

He didn’t fall far, thankfully, and his impact was cushioned by another body right underneath him.

Tubbo groaned, blinking against the bright rays of the sun as he tried to adjust from the darkness that had just encompassed him. He shifted, feeling rough cloth underneath him, and realized he was lying on someone.

“Oh! Sorry!” He exclaimed, swiftly moving off the other. He looked down as he saw a man with dark brown hair, a beard, and a leather jacket sit up, rolling his shoulders with a wince. “I think I spawned right on top of you, xB.”

xBCrafted just chuckled, pulling himself up to his feet. Tubbo followed him, cracking his back as he went, and looked around, trying to discern where he was.

Ah, man. It seemed like they had spawned on a small, sandy island, that was, worst of all, completely devoid of trees. Already it was crowding with the arrival of the other Hermits, with a few more pairs repeating the same situation as he and xB, spawning one on top of the other in the enclosed space. In the distance, he could see a large mooshroom island looming above the waves, but besides that there was nothing in sight.

“Looks like we’ll be going for a swim today!” xB chirped as Iskall spawned a foot or so away from them, landing face-first in the sand. “X wasn’t lying when he said we’d have a tricky time starting the Season.”

“And here I was hoping to stay dry,” Tubbo sighed as Iskall shot up, spluttering sand in the air. The two of them laughed at his sorry state.

“Very funny, you two,” the elder man grumbled. Iskall85, or Iskall as he was commonly known, looked considerably older than the two friends, perhaps in his early thirties. He had semi-long, scraggly brown hair and a cybernetic eye, as well as a green sweatshirt and brown vest.

“Oho, is that Scar?” xB exclaimed. Tubbo followed his gaze, and sure enough, a man in a purple bathrobe and dyed-white hair had just spawned, half in the water. Ah, GoodTimesWithScar was an odd one, alright, he thought with a laugh.

“What did he do?” Tubbo giggled. Scar turned towards them, seeming to hear his comment, and put his hands on his hips.

“I’m sorry, Tubbo,” he announced semi-solemnly. “The wizard life has chosen me.”

Iskall nearly cackled at that, throwing his head back, and xB and Tubbo joined him. Trust Scar to find new and creative ways to start the season! Tubbo made a mental note to drop by in a few weeks and see where this new bit got him.

“Looking good, Scar!” Stress said, coming up behind him. The shortest of the Hermits, she wore a pink jacket and kept her straight brown hair short and to the chin. “How’re you doing, Tub?”

“Great!” Tubbo chirped back. “Excited to start the Season right.”

“Let me know if you need anything, love,” she added, clapping her hands together. “That goes for all of you! I’d chat for longer, but Mumbo and I have some plans we need to discuss. See you all in a bit!” And with that she was gone, hopping over to the other side of the island. Scar went right on her heels, jogging over to Cubfan135 (a balding man in a lab coat around Iskall’s age), who was standing next to Mumbo Jumbo.

Tubbo scanned over the rapidly growing group of people, grinning once he caught sight of a flash of black-striped yellow armor in the crowd. 

“Hey! X!” He called out, waving. A man fully covered in armor, painted to resemble a bee, looked over to them. Through his vizor, Tubbo could see the corners of his brown eyes crinkle in the tell-tale sign of a smile, and he approached the trio. “Love the outfit!”

“Thank you, Tubbo,” XisumaVoid replied, patting him on the shoulder. “I’m quite liking your new design, too.”

Tubbo fought back a blush, looking down at himself. Like the elder man, he’d changed up his usual outfit to celebrate the newest mob addition to Season 6, the bees. He’d changed into a yellow jacket with black stripes on the sleeves over a gray shirt, as well as black pants with a yellow stripe down the sides. 

“Alrighty, I’ll be leaving you two to your father-son bonding,” Iskall cut in, waving a hand as he walked off. “I’m going to go catch up with Keralis.”

“Oh, will you stop with that!” Xisuma said good-naturedly as Tubbo really did his best not to blush. xB laughed again. Iskall just whistled, walking over to where Keralis, a man in his late thirties in a blue shirt and jeans, had just spawned. The server’s admin turned back to Tubbo. “Sorry about that. You know how he can be.”

Tubbo just shook his head a bit, trying to suppress a smile. Ah, it’d been far too long since the Hermits had all been in one place like this. He’d missed the action of it all.

He, Xisuma, and xB chatted together for a few minutes as everyone spawned in and caught their bearings. It seemed everyone had big plans for the Season. While he and Xisuma had gone with a bee theme, xB was apparently planning to really Hermit out the season, far away from spawn. Scar was certainly embracing the wizard part of himself, and rumor had it BDubs and Doc were going to be neighbors, which was a recipe for disaster and, more importantly, funny stories. 

“Okay, everyone!” It was Keralis’ shout that drew the twenty-some players out of their respective conversations. Almost unconsciously, they’d formed an oval around the perimeter of their tiny spawn island. “Intro time! Let’s go, X!”

“What? Why me?” Xisuma protested, but Keralis just laughed and took his place back in the circle.

“C’mon, admin,” Tubbo teased him with an elbow to the side. Xisuma sighed, rolling his shoulders, then stepped out into the center of the island.

“Alright everyone. Welcome to Hermitcraft Season 7! Go!” He clapped his hands together and dashed back towards the shore, the circle immediately breaking up as the Hermits split into their groups and dove into the ocean. Tubbo laughed as he waved goodbye to xB, who took off in a different direction as he went to follow X.

The water was nice and lukewarm, and soon enough Tubbo was backstroking over the ocean. He looked up at the bright blue sky, and smiled.

~~~~~~~~~

They spent most of the first day collecting supplies. 

As it turned out, both FalseSymmetry, Hypnotizd, and ZombieCleo had decided to go in the same direction as he and Xisuma, so they ended up gathering their first bits of wood and stone together. Then there was some issue with the server that caused Xisuma to have to dive deep into the server code, in the open, at midnight, so their first night went without much sleep and with a lot of mob fighting instead.

“Well,” Cleo said the next morning, twirling her axe as Tubbo set to cooking some meat for breakfast. “That could have gone better.”

“I think the first night went just fine, thank you very much,” False shot back, sharpening her newly-minted stone sword. “I’m going to be honest, though, I’m not used to going out at night without an elytra. Or armor. Or a decent sword.”

“Hey, but did you see how many mobs I killed?” Tubbo put in, pulling out some pork chops and tossing one to Cleo. “I’m a god, I tell you.”

“Yes,” Xisuma replied. He was still sitting on one of the beds they’d made, and was double checking some of the code. “God of giving me heart attacks.”

“Not my fault you messed up part of the code! I saved your life!”

“I’d suggest you remember who bandaged that arrow wound, kid.”

Tubbo’s hand flew to his shoulder, where his jacket was torn slightly, and he blushed. “I’m not a kid!”

Everyone turned and gave him a flat look, and Tubbo blushed harder, looking down. It was no secret that he was, by far, the youngest person on the server. Most players were in their late twenties, like False and Impulse, to their late thirties, like Scar and Doc. Even the youngest before he’d arrived had been Mumbo and xB, at 24 and 19 respectively. At just barely 16, Tubbo was, well, a child compared to them.

Loathe as he was to admit it. It had been hard enough in the beginning, when he’d arrived unexpectedly at the beginning of Season 6. No one had been expecting any new players to join that Season, much less a mentally scarred 14-year-old, and he’d ended up being coddled for the first six months or so. Heck, he’d lived with Xisuma until he’d grown so tired of it he’d had to run off and make his own base without asking him, because the answer would have been no.

He was perfectly capable of living on his own! It was just… well, Tubbo knew he wasn’t as good as the others. He couldn’t make the huge, rolling complexes or over complicated redstone machines that did everything for you like the other hermits did. Of course, it made sense; he had a lot less experience and was still learning these things. But it didn’t help the fact that the others, well, they didn’t look down on him, per se, but they were always a little too willing to help, a little too protective. 

“Sure,” Cleo was drawling teasingly, drawing him out of his thoughts. Tubbo snorted and looked down at his breakfast with a shake of his head, starting to eat. 

“Oh, let him be,” Hypno put in, grabbing some food for himself. “I remember being that age. Young and ready to take on the world. At least he doesn't have any creaky old bones. I’m already feeling my back in the mornings.”

“Alrighty then!” Xisuma announced after a moment of silence, rising from his bed and closing the admin screens. “Looks like all the post-spawn bugs have been taken care of. I’m ready to head out for the day.”

“I guess this is where we all say goodbye, then,” False replied, twirling her sword. “I have the best idea for my base this season, but I gotta go north from here.”

“Tubbo and I are heading east.”

“West for me,” Cleo put in.

Hypno just shrugged. “I figured I’d wander for a bit before settling down.”

“No planning?” Tubbo asked, then grinned, glad for the change of subject. “I like your style, Hypno.”

The bandana-ed man inclined his head at him with a smile. He wasn’t a new player to the server, not at all, but from what Tubbo knew he hadn’t been around for a few years. Prior to the last few days as they’d prepared to jump Seasons, he’d hardly even heard of the man before, and thus didn’t know him too well.

Xisuma clapped Tubbo’s shoulder, eyes crinkling from that helmet-obscured smile of his. 

“Ready to go?” he asked.

Tubbo whooped. “Bees, here we come!”

~~~~~~~~~

Perfect.

That was the only way Tubbo could describe the place he’d come across. He sat in the branches of one of the tallest trees in the area, looking out to where the forest he’d been traversing ended and the plains biome, scattered with flowers in small patches around, with gentle hills rolling even further in the distance.

It was an idyllic location, and perfect for his plans for the Season.

Another day had passed, marking it Day 3 of Season 7. After that first somewhat disastrous night, he and Xisuma had separated from their initial group and travelled to find a base together. Xisuma had decided, for some reason, that he was going to build his base in the middle of the jungle, so they had set up camp there for the night. Come dawn, however, Tubbo was ready to go and scout for a place of his own, and with a promise to check in with Xisuma every day or so, he’d set off that morning.

It was early afternoon, now, and honestly, Tubbo was pleased with how quickly he’d found his spot. It was only a half-day’s journey, while walking, from Xisuma, so once he’d gotten elytra he’d be able to visit whenever he wanted. Besides that, news had it that Keralis and Beef were only a little ways out, which would be fun since Tubbo didn’t know them too well.

Humming quietly, Tubbo reached into his inventory and took out the only belonging he’d taken with him from Season 6－a medium-sized notebook, filled with sketches and notes on what he wanted to build and how to do it. Last Season he hadn’t been ambitious enough; Tubbo had started late thanks to living with Xisuma and then had focused on just having a base of his own that by the end of the season it had looked puny compared to the many buildings his friends/guardians had made.

He wasn’t making that mistake again. Tubbo had grand plans for this Season’s megabase, and he was going to make sure it blew everyone else out of the water.

Okay, maybe that was an over exaggeration. But Tommy had always said to aim high.

His heart twisted a bit, as it always did when he thought of his old friends. Back then, he’d known people his own age, and Wilbur and Techno had rarely held back against him when they’d interacted with him, whether through words or PvP.

He wondered how they were doing; it’d been almost two years since he’d last seen or heard from them. He wondered if they’d moved on.

He wondered if they knew he was still alive.

Tubbo shook his head, chasing the depressing thoughts out of his mind. He’d found himself thinking of his old friends less and less over the last year and half, as he’d settled into life in Hermitcraft and begun to heal from what had happened to him. Not to say he didn’t miss them, that he wasn’t missing something in his life, but, well. Even though he thought of them every once in a while, the numerous letters he’d written to Tommy, unable to be sent, had been left behind with Season 6, in a way of really starting anew.

Doc had explained it best. Life moved on, and sometimes it was best to just hold onto the old memories and work on making new ones.

He’d taken that advice to heart. Tubbo flipped open his notebook to one of the middle pages, holding it out and comparing his sketch to the open plains before him.

Yes. This biome would do quite nicely.

Season 7 was going to be something great.

#tubbo #tubbo_ #xisuma #xisumavoid #xbcrafted #iskall85 #hermitcraft #hermitcraft season 7 #watcher tubbo #watcher au #fanfiction #fanfic #hermitcraft fanfic #Hermit!Tubbo AU #I have no self control #And no idea how long I'll roll with this #but I"m quite liking it so far

[limelocked]

Depression hits like a brick. Like a current in strong waters. Like a drawing half finished.

Depression breaks your windows, sweeps you away and makes you numb.

Two people lay in their beds tonight feeling that dread of life and death, two people have realized and woken up. They’re totally different and yet maybe they are the same. Light hair glistens against the moonlight. Two people just remembered friends they lost and can never reunite with. Two obsidian eyes against the ceiling. A mismatched pair looking towards the sky.

In the morning they will continue to work, neither willing to admit defeat against the sand, the shore, the storm raging with their emotions and the current blowing at their waists forcing them both to stand firm. Any mistake, any faltering step. And they’ll be swept under the surface to drown in the pitch black sea.

Scar notices both of them first. One with a sickly sweet smile rubbed on his face to hide. The other with an arrow to his throat in exchange for a price. One wears a mask, the other is ruthless.

Cleo is the next to notice. She sees Etho returning to the head games stage with a blank stare. She asks, reaches out. He plays a smile and says “oh sorry, just lost in though”, disappearing as fast as the heads are delivered. He climbs several points.

Then is Doc when he sees Grian and his half house without a door. Light hair glows in the morning rays, just like his manufactured voice. He looks broken, the feeling is familiar. They joke about door thieves.

The confusion spreads. One in the water hears about the other. They acknowledge the struggle, one harder than the other in ways, the other harder in others. They are both dancing delicately on top of shifting dunes of sand. Seaweed and gravel swimming around their feet.

Snow reflects in ivory hair. “Beef doesn’t remember”. A red eye follows the clouds. “No one is here”. Red cheeks meet red sleeves. “I remember a gun and bloody knife“.

“Who did you lose?“ “My best friend, my brother in arms. He wore blue and red headphones.“ “Who did you lose?“ “My best friend, my brother in arms. He wore a feathered headdress.“

The glass shatters and the ink stains the colors. They are at the mercy of the currents. They hold each other. What else can they do?

#hermitcraft #hermitblr #i got emotional about asumas death in naruto so have this #grian remembers taurtis while etho remembers pause

[triple-a-enderdragon]

Uh oh sisters, things are amping up!

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High above a little explored area far from the main island, False and Biffa glided toward the target location as Grian silently flew low to the ground. Without the need for noisy rockets, he could ghost over the treetops with nary a sound, keeping an eye out for anything out of place. Earlier, Grian had noticed he'd gained— along with his wings— better hearing and low-light vision; both of which helped him spot something amidst the foliage. Rolling over midair, he used the light undersides of his wings to flash a signal to the two Strikers flying above.

The three hermits landed in the treetops not far from where Grian spotted their target. He noted, amused, that Biffa had one of his axes already drawn. False had noticed this as well, and beckoned them both closer.

"Alright, it seems they've only gotten iron gear, so it's safe to say they haven't been here long," False whispered. "First order of business is to find their spawn. Grian? You up for the task?"

Grian looked at her, confused. "Shouldn't we see if they're hostile or not?"

False stared back. "No. If a fight breaks out, they die, then respawn, we will have to find them all over again. And they will know we're looking for them. So, you up for the task?"

"Uh, yeah. I can do that." Truth be told, Grian only agreed because he was worried Biffa would lose his patience and attack. So the winged man took off once more, now with a new target, leaving False and Biffa behind.

False looked at her frontline attacker, coiled up to strike, and said, "Remember, do not attack unless I signal it."

Biffa just glanced at her, making her a bit worried.

"Biffa."

"Right, right. I hear you. Wait for the signal."

That was the best she was going to get. So, making their way to the forest floor, False took point. When a flash of iron against the setting sun caught her attention, she signaled to Biffa to come up from behind; a flanking move, but one he should understand nonetheless. He wasn't as quiet as either flanker, but he was smart enough to time his movements with the sounds around him.

Now that Biffa was on his way, False made her presence known. Instantly, the intruder— a woman from what she could tell— pulled out a bow and leveled an arrow at False, who raised her hands in a peace gesture.

"I'm not sure if you noticed," False said, "but this world is taken."

The woman scoffed. "Yeah, by me. You best move on."

False was taken aback by this. "I'm sorry, I'm not sure I heard you correctly." She pulled her diamond sword out. "But I'm sure it's best if you move on."

The woman smirked. "Oh, you want to fight? You and what army?"

It was then False noticed the woman was looking behind her.

~~~

Back in Ren's base, Impulse was trying to contact Grian. Tango's message to Stress had gone through and she was on her way, but Grian wasn't answering and Impulse wasn't sure what to do.

"Tango?" he asked.

"Hm?"

"What happens if there are only three of you?"

That caught Tango's attention. "What do you mean?! Is he not answering?"

"No, but it's only been a few minutes." Impulse said.

"It's been more than ten! He should have noticed it by now!"

"It is getting late, maybe he—"

Impulse was interrupted by something hitting the floor. He and Tango turned to look at Ren, who'd knocked over a chair in his haste getting up.

"Ren? Something wrong?" asked Tango, uneasily. The look in Ren's eye was wild to say the least. His head snapped up at the sound of Tango's voice.

"Uh, yeah. Just gotta get out for a bit. Got really agitated— don't know why. See you." With that, Ren was out of the room.

"Agitated, huh? Hope it passes quickly," Impulse said.

Tango sighed. "I know how he feels. The past few days I've been on edge. Even accidentally set part of my base on fire before we came to see you."

Impulse started to say something, but was yet again interrupted, this time by Stress popping her head into the room.

"Oh! There you are. Took a while to find you in Ren's maze of a base. I tried to come as fast as possible, to avoid the stupid phantoms trying to eat me."

"Phantoms? Stress, when was the last time you slept?" Impulse asked.

"A few days ago, I've been too amped up lately. That's also when the itch started." She looked a little uneasy. "That's weird now that I think about it."

Tango looked pale. "An itch?"

~~~

/This whole thing is an absolute mess./

-Really? I believe they have a chance to get through this.-

/Says the one who entered at the last minute. You really threaded the needle there, finally choosing an avatar./

-You know I'm not one to rush into things, Earth! A delicate balance existed before Fire started his antics, only now can I step in.-

/If you had stepped in before, this might not have happened./

-You don't know that!-

\Is this what you dragged me here for? You two bickering? All this arguing affects our chosen, and they have enough to worry about as is. And Air, you waited even longer than I did.\

-Well, I'm sorry, Water, for waiting before I drastically alter someone's life....what do you mean, 'affected'?-

\You haven't noticed? Of course not.\

"Why was I dragged to this meeting? Nothing's getting done except finger-pointing."

/I cannot leave you, remember?/

"Yeah, well, this was pointless, so I'm taking you with me."

/Wait—/

~~~

In an instant, False was aware of two things; a presence behind her, and Biffa in the exact same position across the way.

So these people were hostile. Upside, Biffa wouldn't leave disappointed. Downside, now she couldn't tell Grian to destroy their beds. She couldn't even know if he'd found them. Things were getting interesting.

The woman looked at her with false concern. "What's the matter? don't think you can handle it? Going to go cry to mommy, hmm?"

"No, I'm just wondering why you haven't attacked yet." False felt a buzz from her communicator.

"I'm giving you the chance to leave and find your own world."

"Oh, that's a kind offer, but I'm afraid I can't take it." Another buzz.

"Fine." The woman gave a nod, and False could feel a blade prick the back of her neck. Fortunately for her, Biffa's response to her own signal was decidedly more violent.

In an instant, he was hacking his way through the woman's defenses and False was hardpressed to defend herself as well. Trading blows with the man behind her, she quickly broke down his fighting style. He was taking full advantage of his longsword, keeping her at a range her shorter blade lacked in. Nothing a bit of deft footwork couldn't change. False heard a sickening crunch from her left, signaling the end of Biffa's fight.

A parry and an overhand backhand sent the man's items flying, scattered by the intensity of the blow.

With both threats down, False was able to check her comms.

[Grian to: falsesymmetry, Biffa2001] I've found the beds. What do?

[Biffa2001 to: falsesymmetry, Grian] take em out

...

[Grian to: falsesymmetry, Biffa2001] theres another theres another

False looked up at Biffa, who had read the same message. Launching themselves into the sky, they were greeted by the last fleeting rays of the sun. Getting back to Grian had become a race against time.

~~~

Impulse was on his way back to Xisuma's base. At this point, he'd spent little time elsewhere; keeping the world sufficiently monitored was more time consuming than he'd expected. On the flight over, he and False had had a short but fervent conversation.

[falsesymmetry to: ImpulseSV] Grian's with me, needed him for something.

[ImpulseSV to: falsesymmetry] Did something happen?

[falsesymmetry to: ImpulseSV] Intruders, but we're taking care of it.

[ImpulseSV to: falsesymmetry] When you're done, sent him to Tango's base

[falsesymmetry to: ImpulseSV] Will do.

Flying into X's base, he almost missed a strange build in the dimming light. Impulse was not keen on approaching the build, all too aware of any deathly possibilities, but he was compelled to.

It was an altar, that much was clear. Shaped like a compass rose, each point had a symbol embossed on the surface. Water to the north, air to the east, fire to the south, and earth to the west. The Four Cardinal Directions, the Four Elements.

Four of his friends.

Impulse shook himself out of the daze. This could wait, it was fairly obvious what it would be for.

He headed for the control room, the deep ache in his body keeping him aware of the late hour. He never should have left. Between now and the time he'd left for Ren's base a few hours ago, an intruder had wormed their way in. He was grateful for False's swift reaction to the problem; if she had waited for him, it would have been much more difficult to deal with. Especially down two Strikers.

Thrown off by his exhaustion, Impulse was violently reminded of the two hermits trapped in the Nether. Utterly frustrated and overwhelmed, he started crying. Tango had said he was livid with what was happening, and Impulse was starting to feel the same way.

Take a deep breath. Calm down. He could not fall apart; a plan was in place. Tomorrow, Tango would do what he needed to do, and everything would go back to normal. Hopefully.

Now calmer, Impulse walked to the middle of X's base, the dying light making the altar more sinister than he thought necessary. He took off, heading towards his own base. In less than a day's time, he would be back here and it would all be over, one way or another.

#hermitcraft #hermitcraft au #time to strike back #ttsb #chapter 7 #chapter seven #it's all a race against time #biffa2001 #falsesymmetry #grian #rendog #impulse #tangotek #stressmonster #tinfoilchef #tfc #act 1 #act one

[welliwood-farm-blog]

So what is Sun Meditation? Turns out, it's a bit of many things Following up on an earlier post about lifestyle choices, morning rituals and yoga, now that I've identified being "sunny" as my intention, what am I supposed to do with it? Turns out there are several cultures I can turn to for guidance! Off we go on a worldly spiritual trip. First up, from the ancient Mayans of the Tulum area of the Yucatan where Ixchel’s energy was believed to be very strong. Ixchel is the Mayan Goddess of the Moon, the Earth and the waters. According to Shonagh Home: "Feel [the bones and organs] warming to the point where they are lit with fiery light, burning off toxins and strengthening healthy cells. Know that inside your body, every part of you is aware of the Sun. You were designed to bask in Sunlight. Take it deeply and feel it’s nourishment throughout your body…". Yep, I can do that. Moving on to India, where Surya Namaskar (Sun Salutations) and Sandhya Vandanam (worshipping the sun at sunrise and sunset) are meant to honor the Adityas, which are a group of 12 solar deities of the Vedic movement. For those who are interested in a guided sunrise meditation, here is a video of Sri Sri Ravi Shankar's version to soothe and energize the whole body and calm the mind. In Chinese mythology (cosmology), there were originally ten suns in the sky, who were all brothers. They were supposed to emerge one at a time as commanded by the Jade Emperor. One day the young brothers decided to come out all at once in the sky to play, scorching the earth in their foolishness. The hero who shot down nine of them with a bow and arrow, named Hou Yi, is still celebrated to this day for saving the people of the earth. I guess this reminds us that too much of a good thing (even sun meditation) can be bad for you. I'll pass on the obvious ancient Egyptian solar deities as they evolved significantly over time and are no longer worshiped. Still a fascinating subject, though! In Irish lore, the name of the sun, Grian, is feminine. The figure known as Áine is generally assumed to have been either synonymous with her, or her sister, assuming the role of Summer Sun while Grian was the Winter Sun. This is an important distinction as sometimes, I don't have a huge, warm, relaxing feeling that day, but I can still relate to a higher, crisper winter sun sort of image. Coming back home to North America, the sun is an important part of Native American tradition, and is often depicted in jewellery, clothing, art and crafts. Many legends include the sun and a ceremonial Sun Dance was performed by North American Plains Indians in honor of the sun at the summer solstice. The sun was revered as the provider of light, heat, the facilitator of crops and represented growth. I think that last piece is particularly relevant to sun meditation, since basking in the sun's rays tends to be passive, whereas using them to grow is more active. So sometimes, when you get inspired by a thought or sensation, a little research can open up whole new worlds. Beats procrastination, and may just help kick the fickle New Years resolution blues.

#sun meditation