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chickinscratch · 2 years

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Rendog was blown up by Docm77. Docm77 blew up.

Hm. Joe thought to himself, pulling at the weeds in the HHH garden. Cleo lingered nearby, inspecting their own chat to read the latest death messages for themself. Ren must have been helping Doc with his worldeater. Hopefully the damage wouldn’t be too difficult to repair. Joe was no redstone expert, but he knew how finicky those machines could be-

Docm77 blew up.

Oh. Now that was bizarre. And probably not good - did that mean that there was possibly a rampaging worldeater loose somewhere? Or stray infinite TNT shooting itself across Doc’s perimeter? Perhaps it was best to avoid that area for a little while.

Doc respawned a little ways nearby, his bed likely destroyed in whatever chaos of explosions was rampaging his megabase. He glanced around the spawn plateau, puffed up beyond what Joe had ever seen from him before. Joe couldn’t blame him - a potentially loose worldeater destroying your bed was more than enough to get anyone worried. Why, if Joe was a creeper he’d imagine he’d be pretty puffed-up too just thinking about the whole ordeal.

Ren glided in from GigaPies™, throwing off his elytra as soon as he hit the ground. He immediately hurried towards Doc, hands up placatingly. “Hey, man,'' he began, shakily. “You feelin’ okay now-?” Doc hissed. Doc hissed. It was low and gravely and gruff, like it emanated from some back corner of his throat that hadn’t been used in a long time. He puffed up even more, shaking and stalking slowly towards Ren. Oh. Doc had been the one blowing up. That made slightly more and even less sense.

Rendog was blown up by Docm77. Docm77 blew up.

Well that certainly wasn’t good.

Doc respawned again, looking even more distressed than before. Immediately he was puffed up, stalking in a circle and making a low growl. Joe was suddenly thankful to be a little ways away, out of Doc’s sight and apparent blast radius. But now Ren’s elytra was lying on the ground. And spawn was laggy enough without stray items just floating around! And here Doc was, blowing up and creating new entities everywhere. It simply wouldn’t do. But the elytra was at the other end of spawn. And Doc stood between Joe and it.

Joe cast a glance to Cleo, who met his stare with wide, concerned eyes. Should I go pick up the elytra? Joe tried to communicate through facial features. Somehow he doubted it was effective. What in the world is going on with Doc? Cleo’s expression read. Or maybe it was What is wrong with your face? Joe, however, chose to take it as Joe, you are an idiot and a madman, which is probably equally something Cleo would say. Taking her definitely not purposefully misinterpreted nonverbal communication as approval, Joe dusted the dirt from his jeans and hurried across the plateau. Behind him, Cleo made a strangled noise a bit like she wanted to strangle him, and all her snakes hissed at once in a sound quite unlike Doc’s. Huh! Isn’t nature fascinating?

Sure enough, despite Joe’s attempt to give the creeper a wide berth, his presence caught Doc’s attention. Joe scurried faster, scooping up the elytra just in time to see Ren paddling over to spawn once more. Excellent timing! Though that did not stop the fact that Doc was now hissing again, swaying in place like a very very tall, explosive, centaur-esque cobra about to strike.

Helpfully, yet another party decided to crash in. Zedaph landed, skidding across the stone as he skillfully unequipped his elytra, and then even more skillfully and definitely intentionally slipped into a roll across the ground, making an assortment of only slightly distressed bleats. “Doc!” Zedaph announced, finally righting himself across from the creeper. He stood in what appeared to be a fighting stance, lowering his head into a bow as soon as he caught Doc’s attention. Doc watched this silently, turning to face Zedaph. Slowly, he approached.

Rather than exploding, Doc reared.

Poor Zedaph barely stood a chance. Doc, well over at least twice his size, butted head-first into Zedaph’s own comparatively tiny nubs of horns, sending him rolling across the stone once again. Zedaph seemed only momentarily shaken by this, standing once again to charge back. His momentum didn’t even budge Doc, but had allowed him to at least lock horns this time. Doc considered this, and slowly stood upright, lifting Zedaph with ease from the ground. Somehow, Zedaph maneuvered himself into a half-headstand on top of Doc’s own head, awkwardly struggling to hold onto Doc’s horns like some strange cyborg-creeper-caprine-man unicorn. Back at the HHH garden, behind Joe, Cleo struggled to suppress a fit of giggles at the sight. Joe sympathized, a few chuckles of his own escaping despite his best efforts.

From his bizarre perspective, Zedaph cheered amicably, unhooking his horns from Doc’s and tumbling back to the ground. Doc, seeming much calmer, settled into a seated loaf beside him and rumbled lowly. Joe decided to take that as a sign that it was safe to approach now.

“Howdy,” He greeted the collected Hermits. “What in the world is goin’ on?”

Ren rubbed at the back of his neck. “I’m not sure. I went to go talk to Doc at his perimeter and the guy just totally combusted.”

“I have a theory.” Zedaph said, reclining against Doc’s second torso. “You see, when I woke up this morning I noticed I was feeling more… sheepish, if you will. In the sheep way, mind you. It was the most bizarre thing. I just had this urge to climb into my animal pen to join my flock, maybe start shoveling grass into my mouth. I almost did - it was very tempting, and the grass looked very good. But! I did not. Though the feeling is still quite present - part of my brain is unusually unnerved by Ren’s wolfy presence at the moment.”

“I’m more of a dog, really.”

“Wolf, dog, whatever. When I saw the death messages that Doc had exploded I suspected he may be having a similar experience,” Zedaph waggled a hoof. “And I believe I may be correct, given our combustible compadre’s bizarre behavior.” Zedaph gave a firm pat-pat to Doc’s back, like one might a car. Doc simply stared at him and continued rumbling, also somewhat like a car.

Ren hummed. “That’s strange though - I haven’t noticed anything off myself. I’m usually pretty attuned to when the were-brain is kickin’ in.”

“Cleo?” Joe asked. “Have you noticed anything out of the ordinary?”

“I did feel more tempted than usual this morning to turn Joe into stone. Still kind of am. But then again, that’s a relatively normal feeling for me, so not sure.”

“The three of us are on the more humanoid end of the server’s scale of mobs and hybrids,” Zedaph mused. “Presuming Doc’s condition is as I suspect, I would have thought myself and Ren to be more impacted by this than we are; perhaps it’s affecting mobs more intensely?”

“Should we go check on more of the others, then?” Cleo jerked a thumb towards the bases across the river. “We’ve kind of got more creatures than usual this season.”

Zedaph nodded. “We should make a list in order of concern, I think. If this is disproportionately impacting mobs, I’m a bit concerned for Jevin, given… well, he’s a slime.” The others made various noises of agreement.

“If our mob compatriots are behaving particularly more mobbish at the moment, should we be concerned at all about despawning?” Joe inquired. “Should we nametag Doc before we go?”

“He’s already named.” Cleo said.

Zedaph stood, placing a boat in his wake and rocking it gently against Doc, who eyed it for a moment before shuffling over to lay inside. Zedaph then grabbed a pumpkin from the garden, fiddling with it in his inventory before producing it once again. He held it aloft like one of his trophies, now transformed into one of Jevin’s easter eggs and decorated in Doc’s likeness. He handed it to Doc, who took it gingerly and cradled it close, rumbling louder.

“Alright, Doc,” Zedaph stood back, “You stay here for now, okay? We’ll be back as soon as we figure out what’s going on, and hopefully assure that Jevin is not currently a pile of goo.”

“Or at least, a less bipedal pile of goo than normal.” Cleo added.

“Yes, that. Stay safe, okay Doc?”

Doc rumbled once again, seeming satisfied with his egg and his boat, and the collected Hermits headed off across the river.

#mcyt #hermitcraft #joe hills #zombiecleo #zedaph #hermitcraft ensemble #docm77 #rendog #< tagging ensemble before doc and ren to hopefully keep this out of their main tags since it's after 6 tags #theyre there but just to be safe #fanfic #chicken scratch #Mob Mentality #< the official name for this saga now!#part one of a series! aka an excuse for me to write hermits being More Bizarre Than Usual #cause its quite fun to write about mob behaviors might impact hybrid players #i see an excuse for worldbuilding and i take it #also i seem to be incapable of Not Writing From Joe's POV. whoops.#no idea for a proper name for this series so suggestions are welcome

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buffetlicious · 3 months

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For the Braised Fried Fish Maw Seafood Treasure Soup, the staff portioned it into ten smaller bowls before serving it to us. Not sure if it is because I am holding a camera, but my bowl came with more chunks of crab meat and fish maw. Basically, a seafood soup thickened with starch so the ingredients seem to be suspended/frozen in the soup. Black vinegar and white pepper accompanied this soup so feel free to add some to it.

Well, the Roasted Crispy Chicken with Prawn Crackers was warm and tender to eat, it however wasn’t crispy at it. And just like everywhere else in Singapore, they referred to this deep-fried chicken as a roasted chicken. Sprinkle a bit of the salt & pepper before putting it into the mouth. A lacklustre dish but thank goodness, the prawn crackers were crispy though.

This Steamed Hybrid Garoupa in Hong Kong Style was cut into sections just before they served it to us. This hybrid grouper is probably a cross between the giant grouper (Epinephelus lanceolatus) and brown-marbled grouper or tiger grouper (Epinephelus fuscoguttatus) and given the Dragon Tiger Grouper (龙虎斑) name. The fish got to be very fresh to be steamed and cooked with just a simple condiment of soya sauce, julienned spring onions and cilantro leaves for garnish. The end result, sweet springy flesh with collagen like skin that is so good to eat.

The Braised Whole 10-Head Abalone with Sea Cucumber and Spinach was up next but the process of waiting for the next dish to be served was a long one as in-between the hosts are showing us video stories of the newly married couple and plus the live singing by the friends and band. Ten pieces each of the abalone and sea cucumber sitting atop a bed of blanched Popeye’s favourite green vegetable. Why 10 you may ask? Because a table usually seat ten people so the food portions are divided equally so each get a piece of everything (for the expensive ingredients that is). The only complaint for this dish is that the spinach is on the bitter side.

Like an overturned basket or nest, spilling out Deep-Fried Prawns with Black Truffle Mayonnaise Sauce. If there is anything to change for the presentation, I would move the red and green coral lettuces from under the eatable nest and placed it in the nest for a more dramatic effect. Anyway, these truffle gratings lend an aromatic and earthy fragrances to the classic mayo prawns topped with orange flying fish roe. My colleague and I detected a mild spicy hint of wasabi in it but another colleague said it is from the truffle and mayo combo. Differences aside, this is one dish I won’t mind having again.

I always love this noodle served at the end of the dinner courses just before dessert. The Braised Ee-Fu Noodles with Yellow Chives and Straw Mushrooms is a usual staple at wedding due to the fact it is also known as longevity noodles (寿面). Normally, I would consume more than a bowl of the yi mein (伊面) but that night I was already quite stuffed from the dishes served and I was leaving room for dessert. :D

By the time the last dish was up and the clock was ticking closer to 11pm. The warm Teochew Yam Paste with Gingko Nut and Coconut Milk with its gooey and smooth yam (taro) paste and whole gingko nuts smothered in thickened coconut milk is bursting with sweetness and a great comfort to many of us Singaporeans. I liked the fact that the chef tuned the sugar level to just sweet enough as I preferred mine not too saccharine. Anyway, I just had to ask for another bowl as it was just too good to pass up.

Dinner is now over and after shaking hands with the groom, bride and their respective parents, it is time to head to the train station to catch the train home.

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redezign-yr-logo · 2 months

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WOAH SPIRIT PHONE CHICKEN MONGOOSE THAT'S CRAZY

ORIGINAL DESIGN

#redezign yr artz #redezign yr ocz #oc pillar of salt #lemon demon #lemondemon #lemon demon oc #spirit phone #spirit phone oc #views unnamed bird universe #lemon demon spirit phone #chicken oc #hybrid oc #fire alpaca #my art

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hybridheroes · 3 months

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Chapter 7…

#hybrid heroes #im in my midterms rn and dying but IDC i wanna draw maya..#webtoon #webcomic #i just ate a whole pan of noodles with veggies and chicken and a salad and im about to pass out

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kedreeva · 6 months

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Regarding the peafowl - chicken hybrids, did they happen by accident? The different bird species finding each other attractive for some reason?

No, peafowl are just full of raging hormones during their breeding season, and they'll fuck anything that'll let them. Horny hens will enter lordosis for anything that moves at them the right way, so. The reason it doesn't happen more often is that the two species have different numbers of chromosome pairs. The two sets don't pair up viably almost ever.

#peafowl #chickens #asks #hybrids

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satuwn · 1 year

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poquito the chicken rat 🐭🐔🍗

#not my oc this was a custom #my art #sarturn #character design #chicken #rat #furry #weirdcore #food #naked rat #character reference #hybrid #custom design

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tigergendermoved · 5 months

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CALLING ALL THE MONSTERS 🐓

#my art #furry #fursona #lion furry #chicken furry #hybrid furry #anthropomorphic #sfw furry #motherfucker. i spent 4 hours on this last night. i put too much effort into Chicken Boy #anyways. look at my son #idk why but for like the past 2 or 3 weeks ive been wanting to draw twizz as some kind of rooster or peacock hybrid. i need to bird that bo #i am proud of this tho. sorry for hybridizing my lion fursona with a bird and not making him a griffin #i could not bear to change his beautiful face too severely. also bird faces are annoying to draw

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danskjavlarna · 1 year

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From chickens to chicken people, my collection of vintage poultry is clucking along.

#chicken people #hybrid #chicken headed #drunk #hallucination #seeing stars #vintage illustration #illustration #1970s

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chickinscratch · 2 years

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The second hermit affected was, shockingly, not Jevin.

The small group arrived below the large slimy pig, at the home of the not-as-large slimy slime, and cautiously knocked. Within a few moments, Jevin arrived at the door, eyeing the four that stood before him.

“Hey guys,” he greeted. “What’s up?”

“Oh good, you’re not more of a pile of goo than usual.” Cleo noted.

“...Was that a concern that we were having?”

“Surprisingly, yes.”

Zedaph recounted the situation thus-far, pausing for Jevin to react appropriately with a variety of “hmms,” “mhms,” and “That explains the death messages”s. “-So that leaves the question, why aren’t you more, erm, slimy than usual?”

Jevin shrugged. “Mimicking other mobs is pretty standard slime behavior. I guess if I am affected by whatever this is, I already act enough like any other slime that it doesn’t matter? Though if any of you get too close I will probably absorb you for nutrients, and that won’t be too pleasant.”

“Noted. Keep us posted if you notice yourself becoming concerningly more viscous or anything of the like. We should probably go check on some more of the others to make sure no one else is exploding or absorbing other Hermits for nutrients.”

“Good luck with that - who were you going to check on next?”

“We were thinking Grian,” Cleo produced the list they had compiled from her inventory. “Then probably Gem, since we already have Doc and Zed accounted for. Have you seen either of them?”

Jevin tapped his chin thoughtfully, which was only moderately successful given his consistency. “I haven’t seen Gem - She’d probably be working on her megabase with Impulse and Pearl. I did see Grian flying around here earlier - I think he was pecking at Scar and pushed him into a hole? But that’s pretty average for them so I dunno if it was related to whatever’s going on. Pretty sure he flew off back towards his rift thing though.”

“We should definitely check there first, then, I think.” Cleo returned the list to their inventory. “In the nicest way possible, I don’t trust Grian messing with weird eldritch whatever on a good day, let alone potentially in some kind of full bird-brain mode.”

“I do believe eldritch interference under the influence of avian is illegal in several states.” Joe added.

“Then you should probably all get to dealing with that.” Jevin waved. “Good luck!”

The band of Hermits arrived at the tor that Grian had claimed for his megabase, scouting for any signs of him. Instead, they found Mumbo. “Hello,” Mumbo greeted as the group landed atop one of the giant rocks that formed the landscape.

“Mumbo,” Cleo greeted in return. “Why are you laying on top of a boulder?”

“Grian has decided I’m actually a stick, and also part of his nest.”

“What?”

“I guess I look kind of twiggish?” Mumbo sighed, awkwardly shuffling from the large pile of miscellaneous sticks and branches he was stuck within. “I knew I was spindly and all, but I didn’t think Grian would literally use me as a stick. He was very insistent on it, too.”

“Why is Grian building a nest?” Zedaph eyed the construction eagerly.

“I think he’s trying to hatch his base.”

“What?!” Cleo repeated.

“And also those easter egg things.” Mumbo added. “Those are definitely in this pile somewhere.”

“Why is he trying to hatch his base?” Cleo’s voice pitched. “Isn’t he messing with interdimensional junk this season? Should we be concerned?”

“I think he just thinks the boulder is an egg, honestly.” Mumbo shrugged, which was quite awkward to accomplish from his position betwixt the twigs. “It is kind of egg-shaped. Also he keeps giving boulders heartbeats, which probably doesn’t help. Not that I’m opposed to bases with heartbeats; I’m quite familiar with those.”

“Y’know,” Zedaph mused, “That does explain how he talked about The Entity like it was alive. Maybe he thought that was an egg too.” “It is another decently egg-shaped boulder.” Mumbo agreed.

Joe peered at the pile of sticks composing Grian’s ‘nest’. As Mumbo had described, the easter eggs were indeed nestled inside the Grian-sized entrance. “I would have expected Grian to nest in a tree, given parrots are arboreal. In fact, especially because they usually nest in pre-existing spaces. I wonder why he didn’t just move into Scar’s base or something?”

“I guess he just decided it was easier to build a nest here rather than try to move a boulder.” Mumbo craned his neck to face Joe with limited success.

“That is perfectly logical.”

“So we can safely say Grian also caught whatever bug Doc has, right?” Cleo said.

Ren shrugged. “Honestly, I could see Grian doing this normally.”

“There’s a bug going around?” Mumbo strained to look above shoe-level.

“Cleo, snakes eat eggs, right?” Joe asked.

“There are very much no eggs here, but yes.” Cleo huffed.

“Are you noticing any of those instinct things Zedaph had mentioned?”

“Again, there are no eggs, so no, I am not. In fact, I’m pretty sure those easter eggs are just more rocks painted to look like Grian. I like to consider myself a pretty reliable expert on rocks.”

“Can your expertise determine how egg-like a rock is?” Mumbo asked from the ground.

A few of Cleo’s hair-snakes hissed exasperatedly. “Shape-wise, that’s more of an opinion, though yes, these rocks are approximately egg-shaped. Physically, the most egg-like rock would probably be limestone or something, since it’s calcium carbonate.”

“Is this limestone?”

“No, it’s not.”

“Not a very eggy egg-shaped boulder then.” Mumbo huffed.

“Has Grian been here recently?” Zedaph interjected again.

“He comes and goes from here every few minutes. He’s mostly just been collecting sticks.”

“Out of curiosity, would you say he’s been acting at all any more, perhaps, parrotish?”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but he’s built me into a nest.”

“Honestly, that could also just as easily be perfectly normal Grian behavior.” Joe noted.

“I am actively being used as building material!”

“Again, not necessarily out of the ordinary. Maybe he mistook you for a redstone block or torch, given how much redstone you usually consume?”

“Honestly, fair enough. I wouldn’t be surprised if I actually emitted a signal at this point-”

Zedaphs ears perked up. “Can we test that?”

“-But I think there are bigger concerns to focus on right now.”

A shrill squawk interrupted their slightly derailed conversation as a very puffed-up Grian landed on top of his nest. And by extension, Mumbo. “Ow.” Mumbo mumbled. Grian ignored him, flaring his wings and tail feathers at the collected group and hissing. Cleo’s snakes helpfully hissed back.

“Huh, I forgot that parrots hiss.” Zedaph said.

“Leave.”

“Oh, fantastic! You’re still verbal. We were having issues communicating with Doc-”

“LEAVE.” Grian fluttered to atop Mumbo’s head, which prompted a new bout of complaints from the designated-stick-and-now-perch. Grian pecked at him a few times until he quieted.

“Mumbo,” Joe sidestepped to stand between the nest and other Hermits. “Since Grian has apparently accepted you as part of his nest, perhaps you could help explain the situation to him?”

“I can try my best,” Mumbo grumbled, Grian’s talons tapping at his head each time he made a noise. “But I make no promises.”

“We appreciate any effort you can provide.”

“Grian-” Mumbo winced at another round of pecks. “Grian. Hey, buddy-” he whistled, which Grian rightened and quirked his head at, giving some reprieve to the pecking. “It’s okay. They’re not here to mess with your definitely, totally real eggs that are not rocks. They’re just here to talk to you.”

Grian squinted suspiciously at the collected group, but seemed to at least calm down enough to listen. He ducked inside the nest, settling delicately atop the easter eggs of himself as if it were a throne, and glared out at the group. “Fine. Continue.”

“They mentioned some kind of bug, or something…? What was the bug thing?”

“Ah, yes,” Zedaph clapped. “You see, earlier Ren found Doc behaving strangely, which resulted in both of them exploding a few times. I had also been feeling a bit strangely this morning, and Jevin and Cleo mentioned potential behavioral changes as well, so I propose a theory that whatever cause Doc’s current condition may be impacting some of the other less humanoid members of the server.”

“Well I feel perfectly fine.”

Cleo’s hair-snakes bristled. “Grian. You are using Mumbo as a stick.”

“He is a stick.”

“You’re nesting on top of painted rocks.”

“Eggs.”

“Those are very much rocks.”

“Your snake tricks won’t work on me. I won’t let you eat them.”

“I am literally a geologist, Grian.”

“And these are eggs.”

“Can we go back to Doc?” Cleo sighed. “He was much easier to reason with.”

“I kind of prefer not blowing up. Again.” Ren added.

“I can still blow you up if you want.” Grian offered.

“No thank you.”

“Probably for the best.” Grian preened at his feathers. “Wouldn’t want the nest to get damaged.”

“As the nest, I appreciate that.” Mumbo said.

“Quiet, stick.”

“Grian,” Cleo took a deep breath, “Maybe you could let Mumbo stop being a stick for a little bit?”

Grian gasped. “Mumbo is an integral stick to the nest! The entire thing would be destroyed if he left! I smell your snakey tricks! You can’t fool me!”

“I am not trying to eat your dumb- rrrgh!”

“This is rather uncomfortable, Grian.” Mumbo whined. “I have splinters.”

“Well of course you do. That’s how sticks work.”

“Griaaan-”

“Don’t tell me you’ve sided with them!”

��Listen, Grian, I will accept being classified as a redstone component, but I think I’ve decided being a stick is a bit much for me! It’s a lot of commitment!”

“Well you’ve got to at least wait until they’ve hatched.”

Cleo made a strangled noise. “They’re ROCKS-!”

“Hey!” Grian squawked. “I’m the egg expert here.”

“SNAKES LAY EGGS TOO!”

“Yeah, but snake eggs are all squishy and gross. My eggs are strong and beautiful. It’s no wonder you think they’re stone. I forgive you for your confusion; it’s a very easy mistake to make.”

Cleo shouted indistinctly, though not indecipherably. Joe found it very decipherable. After all, he was very familiar with Cleo’s miscellaneous grumbles of exasperation and frustration. Many of them were often directed towards him. “What if we came to a compromise?’ Joe offered. “I notice the top of this here boulder-”

“Egg.”

“-Egg, yes, is quite barren and cold.”

Grian nodded. “That’s why Mumbo is such an important stick. He helps keep the nest warm.”

“I’m cold.” Mumbo grumbled.

“What if we helped you relocate your eggs somewhere nice and warm, and perhaps more enclosed? They’d be much safer than up here, and Mumbo could take a break for a little bit.”

Grian shuffled thoughtfully. “...And Cleo wouldn’t eat them?”

“I know just the place where Cleo will absolutely never go.”

"I’m gonna need more convincing.”

“Joe, Mumbo, and I can help carry your eggs, so you don’t have to worry about Cleo or Ren eating them.” Zedaph added. “And I’ll even throw in some of my wool.”

“What about the big egg? I can’t move that one.”

“We could shrink it.”

“You can shrink it?” Grian tilted his head curiously.

“You can shrink it?” Cleo repeated.

“I am a scientist and procurer of extravagant devices; Of course I can shrink it- though we will need to remove your nest and the other eggs from it first.”

“Deal. But if you’re tricking me I’ll kill you.”

“No tricks, my feathered friend.” Zedaph placed a solemn hoof-hand to his heart. “I am entirely invested in the safety of your eggs. Now, you, Mumbo, and Joe take your eggs to ground-level while I prepare for The Shrinkening.”

“And Ren and I will just… stand a reasonable distance away, I suppose.” Cleo muttered, already launching off. Ren and Zedaph took off following her, leaving Joe to help untangle Mumbo from his stick prison.

Grian watched the process like a hawk (or, like a parrot?), cradling his eggs and intensely micromanaging the careful dissection of his nest around Mumbo as to preserve as much as possible (rather than allow Mumbo to simply sit upright). Once Mumbo was free, Grian gingerly distributed the “eggs” as though they were the most precious cargo in the world. Upon close inspection, Joe could confirm they were in fact just some painted rocks Jevin had used in the egg hunt. One at least seemed to be potentially made of limestone, so it probably scored closer to being a real egg than any of the rest.

The trio landed in the forest a little ways from the foot of the main tor. Mumbo stretched liberally, making an assortment of cracking noises that made Joe consider some truth to Grian’s observations of Mumbo being a stick. “I was laying there for hours.” Mumbo sighed. “This is so much better.”

“How would you rate your experience on a scale of ‘minorly’ to ‘quite pants?’” Joe asked.

“I can kill this season, you know.”

“Okay, but how would you rate it?” Ren asked, trotting up to join them. Cleo followed closely behind.

“... It was at least decently pants.”

“Hah, you said the thing.” Cleo smirked.

“This is just not my day, is it?”

Zedaph emerged from the trees, hurrying to join the gaggle of Hermits. “Alright, everyone! Who’s ready for The Shrinkening?”

“You’re certain this is entirely safe, right?” Grian drew his eggs closer to his chest.

“Of course. I would never put your absolutely gargantuan egg in any danger. Now, the process will be a bit strange, but you must trust me, alright?”

“Alright…” Grian cradled his eggs with blatant uncertainty.

“Now, you’ll all have to face away, because witnessing The Shrinkening would be very bad for your retinas, but when I count to three the egg will be shrunk! And also, conveniently replaced with an identical boulder of equivalent size and mass, so as to not disrupt the environment.” Cleo stifled a snicker.

“...This sounds like a trick.” Grian squinted at Zedaph.

“No, no, no! You must trust The Shrinkening. Now, everybody turn around.” The collected Hermits obliged.

“One,” Zedaph counted. “Two… THREE!”

They collectively turned back, Grian practically whipping around to face whatever Zedaph had done. Nothing looked different, save for Zedaph holding aloft… a small, ovoid rock, the same colors as the boulder behind him. Cleo doubled over, wheezing quietly in an effort not to cackle aloud. Grian simply inched cautiously towards Zed, reaching out for the “egg.” Zedaph ceremoniously placed it into his awaiting palm. “One shrunken egg, perfectly transportable and safe.”

Grian stared at the “egg.” Joe could practically see avian and player halves of his brain at war, trying to decide if they had been fooled or not. Finally, Grian gave the rock a gentle kiss and nestled it with the rest of the clutch. Cleo wheezed loudly off to the side.

“Alright,” Grian huffed, turning to Joe. “You promised me a better nest spot. Where is it.”

“Of course, right this way.”

#hermitcraft #grian #mumbo jumbo #mumbojumbo #zombiecleo #zedaph #hermitcraft ensemble #would tag Joe since he's the POV but he doesnt talk much in this one #i didnt expect to default to Joe POV so often but here i am i guess #fanfic #chicken scratch #long post //#Mob Mentality #THE SERIES HAS A NAME NOW YAY #VERY dialogue-heavy this one. i tend to do that a lot.#this is already a very self-indulgent fic cause i like worldbuilding exploration #particularly with player-mob/hybrid behaviors cause like. if theyre gonna be hybrids why *not*#but this chapter in particular is probably my favorite so far just out of Excuse To Write Silly Bird People. aka my favorite.#also this group's dialogue habits are very fun for me to write

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