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massivewaffle · 2 years

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What’s In a Name?

Paring: GoodTimesWithScar/You (Gender Neutral) Word Count: 3715 Warnings: Daddy Kink Innuendo Rating: PG13/Teen (for innuendo) AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41777697

Summary: Scar returns to Hermitcraft after a personal best in MCC only to discover you've picked up on a particular nickname he's given himself.

A/N: This was going to be a short one-shot to make a few dumb innuendos and a High School Musical reference and then it grew like Scar’s chest monster. I’m very tempted to write a chapter two/second installment if anyone desires because Scar’s voice recording in Pearl’s new video has rendered me weak.

Stepping through the portal that connects Hermitcraft to the wider universe, Scar braces himself against the smooth obsidian, grateful for the cool stone beneath his palm. After a day of taxing situations, both physical and mental, quiet was what Scar craved. Minecraft Championships was something he looked forward to monthly, and he was happy and honored to be included, but he can’t deny the toll it puts upon his mind and body. This was his best MCC performance thus far, and he grins thinking of his 26th individual placement – his highest score yet. While the other participating Hermits returned to the server ages ago, Scar decided to stick around, needing to desperately burn off some pent-up energy by chatting with new friends. HBomb and Pete were such fun guys, and he socialized so little outside of Hermitcraft; it would be a waste to let those friendships fall to the wayside because of something as trivial as exhaustion.

Of course, as he takes his first shaky steps toward his home, he questions his decision-making ability. Who thought allowing him to make decisions was a good idea anyway?

It isn’t long before Scar stumbles to the entrance of his tree, taking a moment to wave hello to the ravager looming within the foliage down the path. A bath is what he craves, and he uses his remaining energy to barrel through his home, straight to the bathing area he’d set up, hidden from prying eyes. Not like anyone has actively pried on him, but a man can never be too careful on any server containing Zedaph and his spyglass.

Allowing the water to rush over him, Scar lolls his head back, thoughts drifting to the day now behind him. He had done his best and was pleased with the results of his practice. And, to be honest, he was even more pleased with everyone else’s praise of his newfound improvement. The tips you’d suggested to him had paid off tenfold, and Scar can only hope he is on an upward trajectory from here on out.

The recollection of practice slowly fades, leaving only thoughts of the one thing he had spent all day attempting to avoid focusing on; you. You had yet to get your invitation to MCC, but everyone knew it was only a matter of time now. Your skill speaks for itself, and if it weren’t for the already long waiting list, your name would have made it onto a team based on skill alone. Skills, Scar hates to say, he finds overwhelmingly attractive. He isn’t quite sure why watching you hit crits on mobs is so mesmerizing, but it is. He should probably unpack that one day, but today is not the day for introspection.

Pulling himself out of the bath before his thoughts take a turn, he dries off, heading to his bedroom to dress. Jellie lies across the middle of his bed - her bed, really - stretched in a way that seems physically impossible for a cat to take up so much room.

“Why, hello Jellie! How’s my girl doing? Did you miss me?” He asks, deft fingers scratching at her head as she pushes into his palm. Scar revels in the consistent purr she emits, immediately overwhelmed by a sense of comfort.

Tossing on some more casual attire, Scar shakes his head a few times, deciding to forgo drying his hair and allowing it to air dry. Jellie has abandoned him, jumping from his bed to a windowsill, enraptured by something beyond Scar’s field of vision. Scar’s not entirely sure what to do with himself now. Most of the Hermits will be preparing for their evenings, and he’s far too drained to begin working on a project. Perhaps a bit of fresh air will clear his mind.

Scar heads outside, resting in the cool shade granted to him by his build. Though it’s nearing dinner time and the traces of dusk are filtering in, the heat hangs heavy in the air. It’s not so much stifling as it is irritating; a sign that summer is finally on its way out but continues to clutch desperately to the world. He can vaguely hear Mumbo and Grian yelling not too far away and, for a moment, contemplates joining in their fun but shakes off the urge. He finds himself enjoying the white noise of the area, already maxed out after the roar of MCC. Leaning back into the stone adorning his home’s entrance, he takes a moment to close his eyes and savor the soft breeze, the shouts of his friends fading into the distance. He specifically built the door to his base this way, tucked downhill just enough where he can be outside but not necessarily be seen. Calm in the eye of the storm, a place of comfort, a home where-

“So, do I need to start calling you Sand Daddy now?”

Scar’s head jerks forward, lifting away from the entrance toward the source of your voice, eyes crinkling as he squints into the setting sun to make out your silhouette. He finally spots you a few feet away, back pressed into the wooden trunk of the acacia tree shrouding the area in patches of light and shadow. Scar’s exhaustion fades into the back of his mind as his eyes take you in, unable to tell if you’re there or if the effects of the day have simply caught up to him.

“Hello?” Scar asks, voice shaky.

“You did well.”

Ah. So that is you. Gathering himself quickly, Scar fires back.

“I’m sorry. Care to repeat that?” Scar is fully aware you can hear the smirk in his voice, and he’s banking on your annoyance to continue this conversation.

“Are you asking because you couldn’t understand or just to hear me praise you again?”

Scar doesn’t miss a beat.

“Does it matter?”

“Absolutely. I’m much more willing to clarify than compliment; you know that.”

“So you were impressed!” Scar exclaims. Crossing his arms over his chest, Scar shifts his weight to the right, allowing his shoulder to fall to the wall. Under the lanterns adorning his walkway, Scar looks mischievous, shrouded in shadow.

Scar sighs overdramatically, knowing it will humor you.

“And to think, here I was, thinking you would come and tell me I’m a parkour god, the true H0tGuY, the king of Rocket Spleef. Instead, I get a ‘you did well.’ How demoralizing after that amazin’ MCC practice we did.”

The quiet of Scar’s base allows him to hear you giggle, which is his goal in any situation.

“I assure you, I planned to come over here to shower you with praise regardless of the outcome, but then I watched MCC and heard everyone calling you Sand Daddy. I can’t beat that nickname; why even try?” You ask with a chuckle, descending the pathway to saunter directly into Scar’s eye line.

“Hey, I earned that one!”

You laugh as you raise your hands in defense, shifting onto your heels.

“I’m not arguing! Though you did kind of call yourself that, but I’ll let it slide. The practice absolutely helped. You guys killed it out there.” You admit, allowing your hands to drop to your sides as you look up to meet Scar’s eyes.

The soft breeze returns, tickling lightly on your skin yet heavy enough to blow a few errant hairs directly into Scar’s eyes. He attempts to flick them away with a snap of his head but fails, only bringing more into his line of sight. He huffs, shifting his gaze to the stray hair as if glaring at it will force it to behave. It’s wonderfully endearing, and the tips of his slightly pointed ears rush red with embarrassment.

“Do you really think I did well?” Scar says, eyes still trained on his own hair.

“I suppose you didn’t do too bad,” you offer with an exaggerated shrug, so he understands you’re teasing. Scar’s lip quirks just enough for you to know he picked up on it, but he stays silent. Clearly, he needs more convincing. You drop all pretense and speak in your normal voice, devoid of teasing.

“You did amazingly well. I was screaming my head off the entire event. We all were, to be fair, but I think I might have burst poor Stress’s eardrums during Rocket Spleef. Even the events you did so-so on were a vast improvement from your last MCC. People were talking about how they underestimated you. So yeah, I guess you did do well. You may even convince me to say I’m proud of you, but I’m not tired enough to let that one slip yet,” You joke, winking at him.

Even in the orange-hued light given off by the lanterns, Scar knows you can see the blush on his face. He’s not going to try and hide it; there's no point in covering for what he already suspects you know. Scar’s enamored with you, and any crumb of attention you’re willing to throw his way will have him on cloud nine for the next week. That little speech was enough to satiate him for the rest of the year. Face burning, Scar meets your eyes and is shaken by the soft gaze you’re returning to him. Gone is your trademark smirk, the glint of trouble that’s always simmering just beneath the surface. Here he sees you laid bare, and he can’t deny how happy he is that you spoke honestly.

“Thank you,” he manages to verbalize, “that means a lot.”

You scoff lightly. “Just speaking the truth. You shouldn’t be so surprised. You’re pretty impressive on an average day already.” You reply, voice with just a tinge more edge than before. “I mean that last round of Rocket Spleef; I didn’t realize you were such a show-off!”

It’s Scar’s turn to laugh now as he thinks back to that moment. His team was cheering for him, egging him on to show these kids how it’s done. He may be good with a bow, but anyone who wants to hit ultra peak velocity shots, as he calls them, needs to know how to dodge and weave with the best of them. Everyone in MCC is talented, but it was nice to show some of the PVPers they should try picking up an elytra once in a while.

“What can I say? Top Gun isn’t going to remake itself! Figured it was worth giving everyone a bit of a show.”

“Oh, you gave everyone a show, that’s for sure, H0tGuY,” you joke, taking a step closer to Scar. “It was nice seeing you confident out there. You looked good.” Your smirk remains, but there’s a new glint in your eyes. One Scar has seen in fleeting moments, but as you hold his gaze, the look burns through his very core.

“Did I now?” Scar asks, eyebrow quirked. Unsure he is reading this situation correctly, Scar attempts to stay on solid ground, but your compliments go straight to his head.

“Mmhm. How often do I have to say it before you believe it?”

“Roughly ten thousand more times. By then, we might get over the worst of it.”

“Hmm. Better get started. I’ll need a dictionary to satiate you, I think.” You joke, looking up at Scar through your lashes.

“I’ll order you one of those word of the day calendars for the holidays. Maybe you can use that for some inspiration!”

Laughing, you’re fully aware that Scar would do something exactly like that just to follow through on the joke.

“Wow, compliments and a challenge all rolled into one; you know me too well. All of my favorite things.”

“Two down, how many to go?”

“Oh c’mon, Scar, I’m sure you can figure that out for yourself, don’t you think?”

There’s a tension permeating the air, similar to when a thunderstorm is on the way, but nary a raindrop has fallen. A storm that has been building since this conversation started. Neither wishes to drop their gaze, but you look away first, eyes trailing down Scar’s face and over his body. Your eyes flick back up, a soft smile again playing on your lips. The space between you is respectable, close enough, but nothing improper, at least not yet. You lean forward just a tad, enough where you can make out the scent of Scar’s body wash but not crash into his chest.

“As a heads up, get some good rest tonight. I think Keralis will be waking us all up unfathomably early.” You say with a grin.

“Keralis? Why would he be gathering us all so early?” Scar asks, already counting back the hours from morning to determine what constitutes a good night’s sleep.

“Well, you didn’t hear it from me, but apparently, he wanted to celebrate how good y’all did today. Breakfast buffet at the Bamboo lounge. You know how Keralis loves to throw a soiree.”

“…Wasn’t she in High School Musical?’

“A soiree Scar, not Sharpay. A party. He’s throwing a party in the morning,” You reply, desperately attempting to hide your laughter and failing miserably.

“Ah. Well, that does make more sense. Though, oddly enough, if anyone were a friend of someone in that movie, I’d place a bet on Keralis.”

“I…I honestly can’t argue with you there.”

A peaceful silence falls as you exchange smiles. Scar shifts, crossing his arms again, and you can’t fight the urge to ogle the way his slender fingers lay across his bicep. Scar’s always been an attractive man, but you can’t deny he is far more toned than you noticed. The unexpected muscle paired with the soft, comfortable-looking tee and sweatpants combination he’s wearing sends your brain into overdrive. You’d helped him film Hotguy: The Siege, yet this was the most attractive he’s ever looked. Between the dressed-down outfit and the messy, fluffy hair Scar is currently rocking, the moment suggests domesticity. It’s cozy, one could say. Life is nice like this; warm and safe amidst the trees and dimmed lights of Scar’s base.

“Are you going to be there?”

Scar’s voice breaks you from your domestic daydreaming.

“Hm?”

“At the sharpay. Will you be honoring us with your presence?”

“While I usually loathe the BDubs early morning approach to life, I would never miss a Keralis breakfast. Keralis breakfast means one thing –“

“XB’s cooking,” you say simultaneously.

A smile creeps onto your face at the synergy you share.

“Plus, you’ll put on a good show.”

It’s Scar’s turn to look puzzled by your words.

“Good show?”

“Of course. I’m planning on a mimosa in one hand, XB’s French Toast in another, and watching you turn bright red every time a Hermit compliments you on your 26th placement, Sand Daddy.”

“Oh my god.”

“You’re doing it now!” You exclaim, throwing a finger into Scar’s flushed face. “A teeny bit of praise, and you get all blushy and shy. It’s fantastic. You go from Top Gun to Weird Science in a minute flat.”

“I’m so glad my suffering amuses you.” Scar’s deadpan delivery directly rivals the mirth in his eyes.

“Incredibly so.” You say with a wink. “But you deserve all the praise tomorrow, so be prepared for people to lay it on thick, Mister Rocket Spleef Rush Top 5 Finisher.”

Scar feels his face burning at your comments.

“So you did watch closely, huh?”

“Couldn’t let my H0TGuY down now, could I?” You ask, immediately wincing as your voice cracks.

“So I’m your H0TGuY now?” Scar says quickly, arms falling to his sides. “Works for me.”

You giggle, prepared to fire back with another witty comment when you catch Scar’s gaze. He’s giving you a look far too serious to be contested with banter. His eyes are scrutinizing you, and you feel nervous under their surveillance. It’s hard to maintain eye contact, especially as Scar tilts his head back for a moment to stretch his neck, jawline on display. You can feel his stare as your eyes trace the long line of his neck down to the scoop neck of his shirt, memorizing the pattern of every scar littering the area. His hair flops back down into his eyes as he realigns himself before you, clearly smirking as if he’s finally figured you out.

“You never answered my question, by the way,” you squeak, your voice breathier than intended.

Scar’s smirk grows as he tips his head to one side.

“Hm? And which question was that, troublemaker?”

“Do I need to start calling you Sand Daddy now?’ You ask, feigning bashfulness for a moment. “Or are you more into just part of that nickname” You trail off, eyes slowly dragging up Scar’s frame as you step into his personal space. When you finally meet his eyes, you’re only inches apart, and you find yourself swooning over the way Scar’s face scrunches in confusion, his teeth jutting out to bite at his bottom lip.

“Why would I want you to call me sand?”

God, you love this idiot.

Throwing all caution to the wind, you lean in, resting your forehead on Scar’s chest. Just as you imagined, his shirt is equally soft and thin. Thin enough, in fact, that despite the cool breeze, you can perceive his body heat radiating against you. Scar’s hands lift to rest lightly at your waist, unsure. Heart pumping, you turn your head to the side, lounging calmly against him as you speak.

“Not that one, Scar.”

“Well then, what do you…Oh.”

“Oh?”

“OH.”

Scar’s voice is breathless, and you swear you faintly pick up on his heart racing beneath your ear. A moment passes before his arms move, one delicately moving around your low back, the other raising to tilt your chin back.

“I can’t say I’d be opposed to that, but I’ve never tried it before.” Scar mutters. His voice drops a few octaves, and the inside of your brain feels like Joe’s pinball machine as his deep timbre bounces around. “But you know I’m always willing to practice.”

Scar looks at you for a moment, and you tilt your head toward him in a nod. Closing your eyes, Scar’s breath flits over your lashes as you wait for his lips to touch yours.

“SCAR, PLEASE INFORM GRIAN THAT NO, WARDENS ARE NOT GIFTS.”

“I’M JUST SAYING THEY COULD BE MUMBO!! YOU NEED TO EXPAND YOUR MIND!”

“WELL, YOU NEED A SERIOUS…”

You and Scar jump at the sound of voices coming up the walkway, separating as quickly as possible. You’re both noticeably flushed, practically panting from the anticipation of moments ago. Scar’s shirt is slightly crumpled from where your head rested, and you’re sure your ears are as red as Grian’s sweater. Sneaking a peek, Mambo and Grian stand a few feet away, staring wide-eyed in your direction.

“Grian, I feel as though we’ve interrupted a moment.”

“Was that a moment? “I would distinctly consider that a moment.”

“What kind of moment? Good moment? Bad moment?”

“Please stop talking.” Scar says, sighing, both palms pressed into his eyes. “Please, for the love of Jellie, stop talking.”

“Right. Well. Uh. I suppose we can discuss Wardens tomorrow, Scar. Let’s go!”

Grian’s rocket sets off before the words leave his mouth, soaring through Scar’s tree.

“Yes, well. Uh. Terrible sorry, friends. I’ll just be going.” Mumbo stutters, face quickly reddening. He fires his rocket to follow Grian’s exit, knocking into several branches before you’re sure he’s gone.

“I want to murder them.” Scar admits. “I love them dearly, but I also want to murder them.”

You can’t help but chuckle. “I think that’s how the entire server feels about them most of the time.”

Scar snorts and the two of you fall back into silence.

“Kinda killed the moment there.” Scar confesses. “Sorry about, y’know. Them.”

“It’s to be expected. Never a dull moment around here.” You respond with a smile and a shrug.

“Never thought I’d say this, but I think I’m ready for a few more dull moments around here.”

“Yeah? What a coincidence; I was just thinking the same thing.”

Scar looks up at the sky, a light smile pulling at his lips.

“Breakfasts are really dull, don’t you think? Honestly, whose favorite part of the day is breakfast?”

“Notoriously boring. Only a true demon would love waking up early for breakfast.”

“I completely agree.” Scar looks over to you, the sparkle returning to his eyes.

“So, I’ll meet you at your base in the morning? You have to wake up early to get the first batch of mimosas after all. Can’t have you oversleeping and getting a bad seat to the show.”

“I’ll set three alarms just in case.” You beam back at Scar, head filled with fewer nerves and more anticipation.

“Would you like me to walk you home?” Scar asks, but you wave him off.

“No, it’s fine; it’s a short walk. You had a busy day. You should get some rest.” Straightening yourself out, you return to standing in Scar’s personal space.

“Besides, you’ll need your energy tomorrow.”

“True. Breakfast will take a lot out of me, I’m sure,” Scar jokes.

“Mhmm.” You murmur, hands reaching for Scar’s own.

“Plus, we have a practice session scheduled for tomorrow. It seems we have some new things to try out.”

Scar’s eyes widen at your words, mouth opening and closing a few times before squeaking a response.

“Yes. Yes, of course. Practice makes perfect and all that.” Scar’s response is fewer words and more stream-of-consciousness rambling, but you find it adorable all the same.

“Goodnight, Sand Daddy.” Scar’s face is a mixture of amusement and adoration, your favorite. Popping up on your tiptoes, you quickly press a kiss to the corner of Scar’s mouth before dropping back down.

“Goodnight.” Scar whispers.

Turning to make your exit, you pause at the edge of Scar’s walkway to take one last look. Peeking out from behind your original Acacia tree spot, you’re secluded enough to be out of Scar’s eyesight. As Scar turns to reenter his home, he pumps his arm a few times in happiness, attempting what looks to be a little dance of joy. Rolling your eyes, you turn and head home, and for the first time in your life, you can’t wait to wake up early.

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offmyfuxkingmind · 9 months

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hermitcraft headcanons time babey!!

what if bdubs always sleeps not because he likes the sun - but because he's actually a phantom in human form? he doesn't want to hurt his friends, so he avoids nighttime and being in that cursed form as much as possible. it's not that he dislikes being a phantom, it comes with a lot of perks, but he dislikes haunting other players like some kind of vampire thirsty for blood.

and with no offence to tango, that guy has some absolutely stunning eyes that can make you dream of your childhood while hes suckling on some pig blood packs. freshly supplied from the server's butcher - a certain blue slime - because most hybrid blood tastes ickier than magma cream.

on topic, jevin has been awfully quiet ever since gem pointed out in the last server meeting that slimes and snails have more in common than being slimy - being intersex. now confused with this newly discovered interest in hybrid intimate parts, he goes around and asks everyone if they can show him their genitals. hm. you can guess yourself how that will end.

xisuma on the other hand is very very busy not only refining his skull base, but also making modifications to the one on his head. the voidwalker has been getting plagued with constant headaches from his newest frontal bone being screwed together incorrectly. and since not many people have knowledge on voidwalker anatomy, he tends to go to the one and only other one he knows of - etho, who gladly takes time to get the finicky metal bits to stick to bone without ruining that genuis head of their admin.

and oh dear joe, the guy who appears and disappears as they please in that moment. don't worry too much about what exactly they are. nobody knows. many suspect that underneath that well maintained skin hides nothing more than a swarm of stupid damselflies trying to impersonate a cat, which would explain an awful lot about joe. but as mentioned, nobody knows. cleo questions if joe themself even know what in the world they are.

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kotikaleo · 2 years

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rosebudbl00d · 9 days

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lavendertownsghost · 4 months

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I have so many unconnected ideas for an Animorphs crossover with Hermitcraft/Life Series/Empires and since I know I'll never connect them into an actual story, I figured i may as well post them so anyone who wants to can try and piece them together or pick and chose what that want to use.

The characters are in no real order, and all of the 'younger' characters are in high school instead of middle school. I have no idea where this would be set.

Character stuff:

Doc is an Andalite and he has the same morphing allergy that Mertil had, and in a battle many years before the story starts he losses not only part of his tail, but an arm, leg, and two eyes (a main eye and a stalk eye). Instead of accepting his 'shame' and being outcast as is Andalite custom, Doc made his own prosthetics. This pissed off the vast majority of Andalites and he was exiled to some backwater planet (aka Earth). Doc was fine with this since he was a bit fed up with the Andalite's strict culture. He lives in a forest near whatever location is the main one for the story. There's also an alternate backstory where Doc is still morph-capable and left the Andalite homeworld on his own. In this version he uses the Frolis Maneuver to make a human persona and is a part time teacher at the school the other characters go to.

Ren is a human who recently graduated high school and friend of Doc's. He either found Doc in the forest or discovered he was an alien (depending on which version of Doc's backstory is used) and helped him learn more about humans.

Cleo is a fried of Ren's and a teacher at the school. Her younger cousin Scott lives with her. (She's possibly infested by Joe, a member of the Yeerk Peace Movement)

Scott is in high school and currently lives with his older cousin Cleo after his parent's sudden death in a car crash. Scott firmly believes his older brother Xornoth is responsible for their parents death, but he has no solid evidence so he can't go to the police.

Xornoth is Scott's older brother, and was infested by a Yeerk sometime before the start of the story. His parents noticed his behavior change and were about to look to deeply into the Sharing, so Xornoth's Yeerk cut their brakes and had them killed. Xornoth was old enough to live by himself so he doesn't live with Scott and Cleo. Xornoth was already naturally charismatic, so he ends up recruiting a lot of people for the Sharing. He hates it.

Joey was in the same grade as Xornoth before they graduated, and was seduced convinced to join the Sharing by him. Despite the fact that the only time the two of them can talk freely is when they're in the cage together at the Yeerk pool, they become good friends.

Sausage is someone else who was recruited into the Sharing by Xornoth, but I'm thinking of having his Yeerk be part of the Peace Movement (don't know if the Yeerk is an existing character).

Impulse is a teacher at the school, and is infested by Tango (official name Tangriss 373), a member of the Yeerk Peace Movement. The two get along really well, and Impulse is in the process of making a small portable Kandrona source in case he and Tango need to run.

Skizz is Impulse's childhood best friend, and knows about Tango (who has infested him briefly at Skizz's request). The trio is currently trying to decide weather it's safer for Skizz to be infested by another Peace Movent Yeerk so he's not pursued by the Sharing or remain separate so he's not under their scrutiny.

Scar is in high school and Jellie is his cat. I'm debating weather or not to make Jellie sentient, either as an Andalite refugee, someone stuck in morph somehow, or another alien species disguised as a cat. If she is one of these, Scar knows about it.

Jimmy and Lizzy are siblings in high school, and Lizzy is dating Joel.

Grian and Pearl are also siblings in high school. Their parents foster a lot of kids, and they consider Martyn and Bigb (both recent high school graduates) their brothers as well.

Gem and Mumbo are also students at the high school.

Bdubs and Etho are teachers at the school.

Xisuma is the principal of the school (possibly with EX as his Yeerk)

(I know there are some Empires people / Hermits not on here, I don't know enough about them to have ideas for them)

Plot Stuff:

The main Animorphs are most likely some combination of Grian, Pearl, Jimmy, Lizzy, Joel, Martyn, Bigb, and Scott.

Doc is probably the one to give them the morphing cube (no idea how he has one).

Part of me wants to be evil and have Ren get stuck in wolf or dog morph.

The Yeerk Peace Movement storyline starts MUCH earlier than canon, since several notable characters are Yeerks. Leading into that, several Yeerks and their hosts get morphing power.

Like I said, feel free to use any parts of these however you want! I'd appreciate if you could credit me and let me know if you're doing something with them so I can see it!

#animorphs #hermitcraft #life series #empires smp #no way am i tagging every character

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i posted in the tags about me being more deranged when last life was coming out than i am now and frankly that entire fall semester was. SO MUCH. can we talk about that

-watched third life finale on my first day back at college in the very public student center and had to pretend to be normal about it LOL -the genesis of my jimmy solidarity obsession happened roughly somewhere in here but i could not tell u when i just woke up and was deranged about him one day -last life came out (HELLO? i dont need to say anything else) -i decided to concurrently with last life watch all 116 episodes of jimmy's evo series and document it in on a spreadsheet. you know, like a normal person -MOON BIG STARTED IN NOVEMBER. i dont need to say more -martyn canonized watcher grian lore for traffic seires and i lost it -started writing htbahb -wrote like 2 last life fics, one empires fic, and one moon big fic -became deeply obsessed with empires s1 and specifically cod!jimmy -LITERALLY GRADUATED COLLEGE IN THE MIDST OF ALL THAT -was working for [redacted] the whole time on top of it, adding to my constant brain load -cannot stress enough that i never knew if i was going to have a job or not after graduation at any point in time all season so i was constantly in limbo -this was also when the tumblr twitter account decided to do a special promo post for mcyt-cats and link the account on their 1M follower account and i discovered this in the middle of class and, again, had to act normal until i was out of class

like where did i get that energy. i was so unhinged. i spent my 2 hour round trip commutes to college just dissecting last life, evo, and my personal headcanons. every one of my headcanons and ideas for htbahb came from there. any second i wasnt actively thinking about work, keeping my GPA at a 4.0, or graduating college i was thinking about either evo, empires, hermitcraft, or last life.

i dont think i can match that energy anymore LOL

#i didnt even mention martyn reading my evo/last life essays lol

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that-tall-queer-bassist · 1 year

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for the ask game: 🎢 ✨ 🎶 💖 👀 🤩 ✅

I'm gonna put these under a cut, because it's getting.. very long XD

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

Um..? Probably my current half published project, because I didn't expect it to.. blow up? and now it has almost 2k hits and im kinda staring at it in fear cuz holy hell thats a lotta people. I also discovered some things about myself while in the process of writing, and realized that I enjoy reading what I have written. So that one :)

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

I love reading my dialogue. I think its really funny at times, or just hits very well whenever I get their voices right. I also like the pacing of my writing, because its exactly like what I prefer to read, but it's still attention grabbing.

💖 What made you start writing?

Aru actually. They were talking about a lot of stories I think, and I only liked writing in class because they always got so excited about it. I'm the reason they started writing fic though, which is hilarious to me. I started writing fanfics because I wanted to see more of a specific au, and then a pairing, and then because I wanted to write something without figuring out characters. Its kinda funny thinking back on it XD

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

Mkay i've talked enough about "Alone?" so I'm gonna talk about the spectators au! Basically, I'm playing with minecraft mechanics and worldbuilding, and having the viewers or stream chat be in the fic as little floating incorporeal creatures that like to hang around the players. They don't usually venture into single player worlds or hardcore worlds, but they do hang out in hubs, servers, and event hosting worlds. (Ex., hermitcraft, hypixel, and MCC respectively)

This fic focuses on two players (streamers) Oli (TheOrionSound) and Joe Hills ("from nashville tennessee" /ref) and their interactions. Context is, they're both weirdos and I love them and they couldn't "out weird" the other during the massive crossover event a few months ago.

Joe's chat is a bunch of cats (quiet, regal seeming outside, but chaotic little shits on the inside) and Oli's chat is a flock of magpies (loud, chaotic, gift giving, but also friendly and curious, and generally energetic).

I just want them to fall in love and for their chats to hang out together /hj

(there is nothing beyond worldbuilding details written yet XD)

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

My favorite right now is probably Scar (GoodTimesWithScar) or Great Witch Shelby (Shubble in s2 of Empires), because they both have such distinct voices that I can mimic easily and they've got very interesting relationships with themselves, their setting, and other people.

✅ What's something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don't mean to?

Angst XD (/j) In all honesty, probably self doubt, or some sort of anxiety.

#ask game asks :)#thank you lilac!

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wantonlywindswept · 2 years

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etho meets doc

so here’s a little ficlet that i’m actually gonna abandon the majority of in favor of a totally different vibe, but the writing has already been (roughly, messily) done, so may as well toss it out here, eh?

please talk hermitcraft with me my crops are withering

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The server was new and small, a collection of bright-eyed groups excited by the prospect of a place to call their own. It was composed mostly of builders and a few redstone newbies, and a cheerful town had sprung up around spawn; everyone helped each other with the friendly enthusiasm of first-time explorers.

It was delightful, was what Etho was saying.

He'd happened across it during one of his fits of wanderlust, hopping between public servers in search of...something. Something new, something different, something to satisfy the restless part of his hindbrain that craved novelty and innovation.

Beef said it was his desire for creation in its purest form. Bdubs called him a big cat and suggested throwing a meat-stuffed pumpkin into his enclosure.

As with most things, Etho gave more stock to the former than the latter.

So he'd gone off exploring, and ended up on this budding server full of bright eyes and brighter ideas. He'd gone in and settled into the quiet simplicity of being surrounded by people who were doing their best to create.

And he helped out, of course. He raised barns and explained more complicated redstone techniques; he talked to the Admin about establishing better--or any--protections against griefers. He'd grown fond of the little community, and they of him; he could barely emerge from his house on the outskirts of town without receiving a friendly wave or called greeting. As such, he would protect it against any unsavory characters.

Which made it all the more annoying when he discovered that one had been hiding out on the server for weeks without him noticing.

"Oh, him?" TKN said when he'd asked, attention focused entirely on the man standing in line at the bakery, who looked like he was trying to make himself as small and unobtrusive as possible. "A quiet one, that boy. Spooks at the slightest thing. He's got a little farm out in the woods, but he comes into town now and then. Spends most of his time at the library, but TKR says he's got a bit of a sweet tooth."

"And he hasn't caused any trouble?"

TKN chuckled. "He hit his head on TKF's door and knocked over a shelf of tools, but other than that, no."

Etho hummed consideringly as he watched the man carefully accept a bag of cookies, holding it to his chest as if it were something precious. The bag at his side was stuffed with books, so he'd already been to the library. He managed to escape TKR's formidable clutches with a minimum of small talk--an impressive feat--and turned toward the road out of town.

Naturally, Etho followed.

The man took his time leaving, though, wandering between the shops with an almost awestruck expression on his face. He picked up a few packets of seeds at the farming supply store and made his way slowly out the gates, heading toward the dark oak forest a few kilometers to the south.

The open plains in between offered no hiding places, so Etho pulled an invisibility potion from a pocket on his vest, downed it, and stalked after.

They made it to the edge of the forest before the man stopped and turned around.

"I know someone's there," he said, voice a quiet baritone, and Etho froze in his tracks. "I don't want any trouble, but if you're going to attack me, I will defend myself."

Etho studied him carefully. The man was tall, and toned, though there was a leanness about him that spoke of someone unused to a consistent supply of food. His green skin nearly blended in with the forest behind him, prevented only by a ragged white labcoat that had certainly seen better decades. His right eye was a deep red with black sclera, but his left...

"That's a pretty interesting piece of hardware you have there," Etho commented, and the man's gaze snapped to his general location, the metal aperture of his left eye widening. "Integrated into your body, unable to be removed even through respawn. Banned on most servers."

Etho didn't know what he'd thought would happen--fleeing, aggression, maybe a fight--but it certainly wasn't the expression of utter fear that contorted the man's features.

Books and seeds and cookies dropped to the ground. A sword materialized in the stranger's hands, but it wasn't raised to attack; rather, he held it across his body defensively as he took a few wary steps back.

His left eye flickered, the concealed second aperture opening to reveal active redstone glowing bright and damning beneath, and Etho felt the once-familiar buzz of hacked Player tech seep into the air around them.

"I haven't been using it to hurt anyone," the man said, though his ease of wielding the mods and sword certainly made Etho skeptical. "I don't want to hurt anyone. I just want to live in peace."

"It'll be disabled as soon as I set up the anti-griefing protocols," Etho warned. "You'll lose all but the most basic functions, and maybe even your vision in that eye. You think you can live with that?"

"I've lived with worse," the man replied grimly. There wasn't an ounce of bravado in his tone, and going by the deep scars around his eye and the metal glinting off his collarbone, Etho was inclined to believe him.

He could feel the potion's effects fading, his HUD showing only a minute left, and while he had a couple extra, Etho decided to let it wear off. The man had been reasonable so far, and seemed remarkably stable, unlike most people who went so far as to integrate hacked tech into their own bodies.

Etho would know, after all.

#hermitcraft #hermitcraft fanfiction #docm77 #ethoslab #apologies @ followers for repost #i'm testing what's up with tagging #anyway doc is from an anarchy server and is Traumatized About It i don't make the rules

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rzdhc · 1 year

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I posted 1,645 times in 2022

410 posts created (25%)

1,235 posts reblogged (75%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@rzdhc

@hypnodonkeyshoepasta

@raisans-art

@luigra

@madd-craft

I tagged 1,514 of my posts in 2022

Only 8% of my posts had no tags

#xisuma - 314 posts

#reblobs - 282 posts

#not hc - 221 posts

#i should have a queue - 219 posts

#rzdhcpersonal - 153 posts

#biffa2001 - 142 posts

#zedaph - 120 posts

#evilxisuma - 116 posts

#not by rzdhc - 110 posts

#asks - 85 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#i have another potential thing but conpany is a bit iffy according to the very mixed online reviews. and idk if they'd pay during training

My Top Posts in 2022:

X played untitled goose game recently

fingers crossed this gets into tags, and I may post that thing I was working on too

361 notes - Posted January 4, 2022

as someone who separates the content creator from the minecraft character

seeing this gives off a really eerie feeling

like logically yes I know that's just another minecraft account, but what's the in world explanation for this? of xisuma just having another copy of himself standing and staring blankly next to him?

655 notes - Posted July 6, 2022

Hermitblr Compilation

Attention all of hermitblr!

I'm in the process of make a compilation of every single hermitblr. This is so that discovering new blogs to follow is made a lot easier.

Please reblog and take this survey!

Compilation is included as a link when you're done taking the survey

If you submit a form and need something changed, just lmk

764 notes - Posted May 10, 2022

no more xisuma as the boss/admin in aus

but instead x as the IT guy

like just imagine

"Have you tried turning it on and off again" (tired sigh)

"What have you been downloading on your communicator? 🤨"

981 notes - Posted November 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Hermitcraft is a cat sanctuary and Doc is their caretaker

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emi-writings · 10 months

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If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like a short crossover between Hermitcraft and any book series of your choice. I leave the details in your hands. :)

(I hope you enjoy your Hermitcraft/Iron Fey series crossover)

Ever since Pearl had been dragged to the Nevernever and discovered she was a half-fae Seelie Princess, she had started to become desensitized to all the weirdness. A talking fae cat named Scar that liked to make scam deals? Why not? Her childhood best friend is actually her half-sibling and a full fae that chose to protect her in the human realm while also causing all kinds of chaos? Explains a lot, actually! The Princess of the Unseelie Court was willing to help her despite their courts being enemies? Fine! Why not!

But seeing the red-eyed iron fae that had tried to kidnap her and her brother waiting for her in a clearing, his very presence causing the plants around his feet to wither and die, still shocked her.

“I would like to say, I come in peace,” the iron fae said, hands raised in the air.

“Oh great, they can lie too!” Cleo said as she raised her axe.

“We can’t lie!” the iron fae protested, “I really do come in peace!”

Grian’s wings flared up, “Well, I vote we peacefully melt you down for scrap.”

“You want to deal with the Iron King without my help?” the iron fae asked, “Look, you’re all very good, but Doc is far, far more than any of you can anticipate. He bends magic and breaks logic and reality for fun!”

“Um, guys? Shouldn’t we at least try to hear him out?” Pearl asked.

Grian and Cloe immediately gave her a dirty side-glance, neither of them willing to let the iron fae out of their sight completely. Meanwhile, Scar was perched in a branch, casually watching the entire exchange without a car in the world.

“No, I don’t think we should! He’s clearly been stalking us!” Cloe countered, “He was probably spying, got caught, and is now making up excuses!”

“I wasn’t following you!”

“Cloe has a point though; how did you find us?” Grian raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, I invited him.”

And with that, the clearing was shocked into silence as they glared up at Scar. The cat fae didn’t look the least bit contrite.

“Scar!”

“Even for you, that’s low.”

Pearl shook her head, “It must have been some deal.”

“Hey! I didn’t do nothin’ wrong!” Scar said, “I just listened to the poor guy, and he made a lot of sense.”

“The poor guy who can poison us just by breathing too closely?” Cloe asked.

“You can call me Mumbo. I can hear this entire exchange still,” the iron fae – Mumbo – said.

“Look, let’s just hear him out,” Pearl said, “And if we decide he’s untrustworthy, we can get rid of him and Scar.”

“Hey!”

“Well, that’s not very nice.”

#hermitcraft #fanfic #hermitcraft fanfic

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elveneclipse · 1 year

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Hi so guess who just decided to make a mcytsona (calling it that because they exist in several servers and stuff)! Anyways its me and I’ve got a whole bunch of info on him so he’s going on here now. I’m either going to delete this later or put him on art fight, not sure yet but probably the latter because I have Ideas. I should stop rambling and show the art!

Then I also made some hermitcraft specific things from this template!

Annnnd now for it’s (maybe temporary) bio!

Name: Taiyo Trove Pronouns: he/they/it Species: Shapeshifter Best at: Exploring Worst at: Pranks and Redstone Main Weapon: Bow n Arrow Pets: An orange cat named Butterscotch, a hen named Kimberly Notes: May commit arson when aggravated, favorite forms to shapeshift into include demon and sheep hybrid, will also shapeshift into a fairy or avian when using an elytra Lore: As a child, it grew up in barren creative worlds that it filled with all sorts of builds over the years. He didn’t have any friends in these creative worlds, apart from mobs. Eventually they discovered small servers similar to Hypixel that they started going on to meet people. It was a jarring experience in comparison to its creative worlds, but one that it had to adapt to. He wasn’t very good at any of the survival aspects of the games there, but he managed to develop some skill at it. After some years there, they heard about a server called the Dream SMP, which they ended up joining. It sided with L’Manberg and hung out with Tommy and Tubbo often, as well as Jack when he joined the server. The exact details of what he did in the Dream SMP are yet to be decided, and probably will be written into a full on story. After the Dream SMP, they went on to join Hermitcraft, keeping in touch with the friends they made there with postcards and letters.

#OC art #mcytblr #mcytsona #my art :>#taiyotrove.💫#tw eye imagery #??? for the wings #its meant to be like an eyespot on a butterfly because i think those are cool

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free-my-boy-grumbot · 1 year

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year in review woah

I posted 1,740 times in 2022

That's 1,333 more posts than 2021! remember when i would only post 3 times per day? yea that was pathetic

166 posts created (10%)

1,574 posts reblogged (90%)

Blogs I reblogged the most (i love how its only hermitcraft blogs)

@araccoonthatlikesmurder

@terrible-leviathan

@foryouthegays

@ghost-chi

@griancraft

Most used tags or smthn

#cameron monologues - 65 posts

#hhh - 55 posts

#hermitcraft - 49 posts

#[deadname] monologues - 48 posts

#mcyt - 33 posts

#grian - 22 posts

#dream smp - 21 posts

#relatable - 21 posts

#dsmp - 19 posts

#danganronpa - 19 posts

broo my mf tumblr tags deadnamed me

Longest Tag: 87 characters

#no wonder you don’t read that often mf you’ve never felt a single emotion while reading

that was me slandering ppl who dont read angst

My Top Posts in 2022:

MAGIC USERS AND THEIR DEFINITIONS (because i’m mentally unwell and needed something cool to research)

FOREWARNING: In this, I do say that “witch” and “wizard” are not gendered terms and witches are different from wizards. This is literally just my headcanon (for lack of a better word). Most fantasy media does say that they are the 2 magic genders, but it’s my post and i’m going with the definition that I like.

Abjurer: Specifically deals in protective spells and the suppression of others’ magic.

Alchemist: Focuses on potion making, chemistry and alchemy (I know, shocker).

Artificer: Magic craftsmen. They do not cast spells, and instead can infuse objects with magic (such as a sword or wand).

Bard: Casts divine magic using their music and charisma.

Cleric: Their magic is a favour from the Gods to them. They pray at the beginning of the day every day to get their powers.

Chiromancer: Specialises in palmistry or fortune telling.

Diviner: Uses magic to foresee or predict future events or to discover hidden knowledge.

Druid: Wields nature-themed magic. Like clerics, they get their magic from the gods.

Enchanter: A general name for someone who uses magic.

Hydromancer: Specifically focuses on controlling water or liquid.

Illusionist: Uses magic to create illusions. Also known as evokers or conjurers.

Mage: Similar to the sorcerer, but instead of relying on willpower and instinct, they are more uniform, while sorcerers are more on the creative side.

Necromancer: Specifically focuses on reanimation of the dead.

Oneiromancer: Specifically focuses on dreams and prediction of the future.

Pyromancer: Specifically focuses on controlling fire.

Sorcerer: Does not learn magic, and instead has it within them. This can be, for example, because it is in their bloodline.

Warlock: Gains magic from a divinity or higher power. The magic equivalent of fucking your teacher for grades.

Witch: Does magic that is particularly focused on plants, herbs, healing, and cooking. Witches mostly make potions and have familiars (most commonly cats, frogs/toads, rats or ravens)

Wizard: Learns magic from books and study. Many also have staffs, wands, or another means of casting spells.

Let me know if i missed anything!

585 notes - Posted August 24, 2022

ah, the magic gender discourse post

LIBERAL WILL WOOD

THE DIFFERENT ALBUM

LAPLACE’S DEVIL

LOVE ME GAYLY

I/Me/Myself

BISEXUAL BOX WARRIOR

TRANGENDER LAWYER

TOMCAT DIVERSITY

886 notes - Posted August 18, 2022

i could have just put all the actual song titles

every will wood song

[scatting] babygirl i am severely mentally ill

932 notes - Posted August 12, 2022

whys it always the will wood posts fr

wait so you guys know how the hermit species is canonically short? and how they all keep calling bdubs short? i like to think bdubs is only a tiny bit smaller than the rest of them. like, not enough for an average person to notice but enough for the hermits to notice. i’m just picturing like

Grian (literally tiny compared to Joel): lmao bdubs is so short am i right

Joel (an 11-foot-tall god that can’t see the difference between them): uh. yeah lmao imagine.

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this one was unexpected fr

My #1 post of 2022

2,735 notes - Posted August 6, 2022

god every time i see this post i remember the person who said that scarian had more content than grumbo and i dont wanna engage in Shipping Discoure because im mature and have grown out of shipping wars but someone actually fucking hold me back. you come into MY house-

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