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blicketdabest33 · 5 months

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Y'all remember that MCYT PJO au I asked for help with awhile ago? WELL HERE'S THE CABINS AND MY EXPLINATIONS BEHIND THEM!!

#1 Zeus Cabin: Jimmy, Joel Jimmy: He's a Zeus kid, but everyone somehow forgets about it. Joel: He's competitive and strong. Also, because Jimmy is his half brother through godly parent, i get to make a fun bit about him dating Lizzie. And one of his origins in Afterlife SMP was a thunderborn

#2 Hera Cabin: Scott Scott: Scott's whole thing is loyalty. Hera is the goddess of marriage and is insanely loyal to Zeus. However, I feel like Hera should get at least one affair. So now Scott can use peacocks as weapons.

#3 Poseidon Cabin: Skizz Skizz: Poseidon kids tend to be really, really loyal to a fault and heroic, both qualities I think Skizz possesses.

#4 Demeter Cabin: Sausage, Shelby, Bdubs, Stress Sausage: This man built Sanctuary in a jungle and has flowers in his hair. He sells wood. There is no other place to put him. Shelby: Mushroom gnome, spooky mangrove witch, powerful storm witch, i need not continue. Bdubs: Moss man. Stress: SHE HAS FLOWERS

#5 Ares Cabin: Martyn, False Martyn: His planet is Mars, which is the roman version of Ares. He ended Limited Life in such a violent way, i can't help it. He was also red for the majority of Secret Life. False: I just feel like False should get to kill people more often.

#6 Athena Cabin: Grian, Pix, Owen, Xisuma Grian: This sums it up pretty well

Pix: Smart man. Archeologist and definitely a nerd. I wanna see him skipping out on training just so he can read history books. Owen: He likes to explore and discover new things in Pirates. In Rats, he's a tinkerer. In New Life, he's an explorer who wants to study hybrids. In Empires, he's a Llama who's curious about how humans work. Just a very curious character overall. Xisuma: Admin. I'm not elaborating.

#7 Apollo Cabin: Gem, Oli, Lyarrah Gem: She is an Apollo kid because of her Empire in S2. She's the sunlight princess. Apollo kid. Oli: MUSIC. MAN. Lyarrah: She writes the captions for the hermitcraft recap.

#8 Artemis Cabin: Pearl Pearl: Y'know, Artemis could've just like... had a kid, even though she took that oath. It wouldn't even have to be with a guy. Gods can change to whatever gender they want. Anyway, Pearl gets to be an Artemis kid because her symbolism is moon, she loves dogs, and will commit murder and hunt at night.

#9 Hephaestus Cabin: Doc, Mumbo, Tango, Impulse, Cub, Zedaph, Fwhip, Iskall Doc: Redstone Mumbo: Redstone Tango: Redstone Impulse: Redstone Cub: Redstone Zedaph: Redstone Fwhip: Redstone AND has a red scarf (don't ask me how that's relevant) Iskall: Redstone

#10 Aphrodite Cabin: Keralis Keralis: Okay, I don't know why, but Keralis gives me the vibes of a very charming person. His voice is nice to listen to, so imagine how useful it'd be if I gave him charm speak.

#11 Hermes Cabin: Scar, Etho, Joe Scar: Trader Scar, scammer extraordinar. Etho: All i must say is Shady-E's. I get "jack-of-all-trades, master of none, often better than master of one" vibes from him. He's funny, he's mischievous, it just works. Joe: Comedy man. Excellent delivery. And, yet again, i look at this man and go "That right there is a multi-talented man with a habit for mischief."

#12 Dionysus Cabin: Joey, Beef Joey: *points at his season one empires theme* i need not say more Beef: Idk, food. I don't really have a reason. I don't know too much about Beef.

#13 Hades Cabin: Zloy Zloy: Zombie man. He writes the Hermitcraft recaps in the dark at 2am with nothing but pure spite.

#14 Iris Cabin: Katherine Katherine: SHE. HAS. COLORS. and also I couldn't put her in Demeter cabin because Shelby is already there and i am NOT excluding Nature Wives from this au

#15 Hypnos Cabin: Bigb, XB, Wels Bigb: Sleepy stuff, right? WRONG. Gaslight. Go in everyones dreams, make fake prophecies, peace out, and cause chaos. XB: I look at his fanon design, I see an alien, and I go "aha he sleeps" Wels: This guy (@dingdinghq) said so and i completely agree. Something about sleeping in S6.

#16 Nemesis Cabin: Edit: wels not here no more

#17 Nike Cabin: Ren Ren: VICTORY. I don't know much about Ren's story in the Life Series, but I look at this man and see someone who has won a lot.

#18 Hebe Cabin:

#19 Tyche Cabin: TFC TFC: Man goes mining and gets really lucky. That's it.

#20 Hecate Cabin: Lizzie, Cleo, Jevin Lizzie: Witchy vibes. Also, Arson. Cleo: Arson. She uses her magic for Arson. Jevin: He's a magic slime. Also, Arson. All Hecate kids love Arson.

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tweeksandturns · 7 months

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HI ITS ME IM BACK. (once again, I wrote this one first)

And this time I’m talking about Mirror Birds, aka, Jimmy and Martyn.

So, first of all, as a humongous Mirror Birds (Property Police) fan, holy shit, the boys are back together again, being that weird sort of slightly pathetic and maybe (character wise) gay that they have always been. (Examples: Mean Gills, Flower Husbands, 3rd Life (when Martyn tried to take Jimmy away from Scott at the start-), When they buried Jimmy, Whatever was going on in the Southlands, etc-) These two have always had their moments, AND they have been together since EVO (off server of course, they didn’t play together since evo until 3rd life i do believe).

But Martyn has always been a survivor. Hey, remember when Tango said that about Etho to Bdubs? It’s true for Martyn too, and he’s just proved it. He said it himself, in his episode, the main reason he went to Jimmy was because Jimmy was “gullible” and he needed someone to complete his task. Martyn tends to either go for the best way to survive, or someone he cares for (Ren??? Ig- maybe he thought he’d survive with his king. Or he just liked the roleplay) and Jimmy fits into the useful category simply because of the way this season works. If he needs someone to do something that he can’t tell them he needs them to do, then Jimmy would work well.

I love Jimmy, he’s one of my blorbos, but he is also kind of naive, in a positive sense of course. He’s like a lost cat. He needs someone to take care of him, and hey Martyn totally offered. And Jimmy has never held what life a player is on against them, unless they are Red, or he has something against them in general. (I don’t really know this and it’s too late to search, my coffee is running out. He gives those vibes.) Martyn being Yellow isn’t going to get him out of Jimmy’s big shack.

Now, Don’t get me wrong, I love their friendship, and I didn't fully mean to angst-ify it in teh beginning, but who am I if not an angsty person 😎. Also you can’t tell me I’m wrong, Martyn craves to survive, despite being the first to Yellow.

Also they kissed in the first 2 minutes this was destined-

#property police #jimmy solidarity #martyn itlw #secret life smp #secret life spoilers #life series #traffic smp #secret life #mirror birds #I realized after I wrote it that I didn't talk much about Jimmy #which was sad because he is (occasionally) one of my mains.#So have some random words from the bottom of my mind about him #that's really it XD #might do cleo and etho next #we'll see #Tweaks Half Essays

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epicfranb · 9 months

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bdubs for the bingo :3

HHAAHHAHAHAi don't actually understand some of these fully lol (as always)

For fandom takes: i only ever hang out in the spaces that love and adore Bdubs so when i see takes i don't agree with, they're still like.. i get where they're coming from? Bdubs plays a very complicated and conflicted character, so those takes are like. Not completely wrong, just very surface level. Even then, i rarely see them. Maybe I'm just good at ignoring them.

Actively plotting their demise/i can make them worse: idk if im wrong for understanding these two as basically the same... At least in the context of how i treat Bdubs in my writing. I'm not typically a fan of angst, what i do is i have a lot of happy moments so that when heavy angst happens it hits LIKE A FUCKING TRAIN. In that way, yeah, i am plotting his demise. I have yet to figure out a good plot to have him as a villain but i could make him so much worse. If i had a good scenario to do that in

He IS my white noise. Never thought I'd see this put into words. Him along with Etho, both together and separately, occupy 70% of my brain at all times. "I can't live a normal life anymore" is false tho I've always had this about at least 1 character in every fandom i was in (including my OCs)

Complex and well written; in his improv, he manages to have a very complicated and nuanced character that is nevertheless consistent in his motivations. In the context of mcrp, well written constitutes good acting ig.

Lost potential/not enough canon/underrated: several factors play into this, 1) he usually takes the backseat in the storylines, if that makes sense? He's always someone's little guy, their hypeman, the sidekick, which of course gets him overshadowed by that other person. 2) he throws for content, it's like in LimLife where he has an intriguing story that gets abruptly cut off when he dies. This is too be expected from Minecraft improv of course, but with Bdubs he very much puts on a show first and foremost and he's kinda clumsy, so he can die quickly and have less time to rp... I also just want him to take on more fun roles honestly. Villain, like i already said. Like, full blown villain. What wouldn't i give for Bdubs to carefully construct and roleplay a character where his story is under his control, where it doesn't abruptly get cut off and he gets to do what he wants for however long he wants and in whatever way he wants... But, of course, i think he's at his best when improvising with other people. Playing along with their games. Providing support, mostly. I guess what i really want is to just see him in a more active role.

#don't mind me i posted before i finished writing 😭😭😭#life updates

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darkaviarymc · 2 years

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Fanfic Masterlist

This list features E-rated material. Minors DNI. There will be a separate SFW list that you can reference.

Stand-alone Oneshots:

Wax On

Rating: E

Ship: Grumbo

Words: 378

Mumbo teaches Grian not to wax his copper.

Inspiration

Rating: E

Ship: Grumbo

Words: 969

Mumbo went on sabbatical looking for inspiration for his creative muse. A text from Grian gives inspiration to a different kind of muse.

Ethically and Humanly Sourced

Rating: G

Ship: Platonic Grumbo

Words: 1,520

In his quest to become the richest hermit in history, Mumbo capitalizes on a unique opportunity to sell a rare item in his first shop...and Grian is NOT happy about it.

When Your Body Gets the Best of You (Have the Best of Me)

Rating: T

Ship: Scarian

Words: 2,894

Scar is having a particularly bad pain flare-up, but Grian knows that a hot bath and a massage will make him feel at least a little better. Later, Scar expresses his gratitude with pancakes.

The Thrill of Danger

Rating: E

Ship: Scardubs

Words: 5,469

Scar just wants to have a little fun...within detection distance of a sculk sensor. What could possibly go wrong? Bdubs has a few ideas of what could possibly go wrong, but if Scar ever listened to Bdubs, they wouldn't even be in the Deep Dark in the first place.

Catch Me When I Fall

Rating: T

Ship: Scarian

Words: 917

Respawns that aren't meant to happen don't do all they're meant to do. Now unable to fly, Grian mourns what he's lost and cherishes what he still has.

Thou Shalt Not Prank the King

Rating: G

Ships: Platonic Ren and Bdubs

Words: 273

Ren makes a new decree after finding one of his previous decrees defaced with pumpkins. Written for NHH Promptober on Tumblr. Day 1: Pumpkins

Is the Moon Small?

Rating: G

Ships: Mumscarian

Words: 313

Grian, Mumbo, and Scar enjoy a break from the early season grind and, for the first time, truly take in the joy of being alive and free after the end of s8. Written Hermittober on Tumblr Day 1: Moon

A Breath Too Far

Rating: E

Ships: Grumbo

Words: 1,014

Mumbo and Grian are no strangers to risky sex play, but accidents can still happen. Kinktober 2022 Day 1 Breathplay + Whumptober 2022 Day 1 Adverse effects.

Giving Clocks and Losing Time

Rating: T

Ship: Platonic Etho and Impulse, implied past impdubs, implied past ethdubs

Words: 381

Summary: Etho and Impulse eat bread, talk about clocks, and figure out they have something in common

All the Perfect Moments are Wrong

Rating: T

Ships: Mumscarian, Taurian (mentioned)

Words: 1,884

Summary: While cleaning Grumbot Cave as a surprise for Grian, Mumbo and Scar come across an old scrapbook that they should never have opened.

Last Stand

Tumblr exclusive fic not posted to AO3. If it was, it would be M for graphic violence and is a heavy dramatization of the finally of Scar's "The Crafting Dead" series.

A Scar by Any Other Name

Another Tumblr exclusive fic not posted to AO3. If it was, it would probably be rated T for angst and implied PTSD. It's a platonic Desert Duo hurt/comfort where a seemingly simple question from Grian leads to Scar confiding in him about the trauma from "The Crafting Dead."

Worthless

Another Tumblr exclusive. Scar has a trauma response that triggers a trauma response in Grian, and no one gets closure. Until...

Worthless Part 2

Grian and Scar use their words and forgive each other.

A Voidwalker's Lament

Rating: T

Ship: None

Words: 842

The denizens of the void once worshiped the Watchers as gods. Now Xisuma's only prayers to Them are helpless pleas to return his friends from whatever land of death they've been taken to this time, to free them from the cycle of suffering.

Longfics/Series

Ash, Blood, and Crystals (DISCONTINUED)

Chapters: 6/X

Rating: M

Ships: Scarian, other minor ships

Words: 9,597+

Grian has made a new home and a new life for himself. He has friends, a lover, and a budding career as an architect. But there's something lurking on the edge of the forest surrounding Hermit Grove that may prove threatening to the peaceful existence the village is used to and dredge up secrets that both Grian and Scar have spent years keeping hidden.

This fic is being rewriten.

'Till You Call the Last Light Down

Chapters: 1/?

Rating: M

Ships: Scarian

Words: 4,652+

Summary: Just when Grian thought he'd found the safe, quiet life he'd always wanted, a commotion on the edge of the forest forces him to confront his past. Scar, Grian’s rescuer and lover, is not without his own secrets and suspicions of the new visitors to Hermit Grove.

When the testimony of a vampire named Mumbo challenges everything Grian though he knew, the truth he uncovers could bring disaster for him, Scar, and the entirety of Hermit Grove.

Will Grian’s true nature save them? Or will he and Scar be overtaken by powers beyond the reach of the forest they thought would protect them?

A rewrite of the discontinued Ash, Blood, and Crystals.

Redstone and Riches Series

Mumbo’s Redstone Room of Pain and Pleasure

Chapters: 2/2

Rating: E

Ships: Mumbo/Everyone, Pollyhermits

Words: 5,043

Introducing Mumbo’s Redstone Room of Pain and Pleasure! Tomorrow night at the vault, cum have your wicked, devious way with the server's richest hermit, Mr. Mumbo K. Jumbo himself!

Redroom Rentals

Rating: M

Ships: Grumbo

Words: 690

Grian and Mumbo negotiate a business deal regarding the auditorium.

#hermitshipping #avi writes fic sometimes #hermitfic #18+ post #fic masterpost

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cobble-stone · 2 years

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broadripple is burning- chapter 5

Talking with a ghost always leaves an elephant in the room, specifically on the topic of death.

(TW this chapter: death, brief mention of suicide)

ao3 link

previous chapters: [1] [2] [3] [4]

Keyboards and wires scattered the floor, originally the floor of the bedroom but the project eventually migrated back into the living room, due to lack of space. And in the center, sat Etho, hunched over the computer which he moved to the center of it all. Right by Etho sat Bdubs who occasionally tossed the ring at his corporeal counterpart, to signify that he wanted attention.

Etho talked while he worked whenever he remembered to, mainly just to himself. He talked about what he was working on as he worked through bugs and errors, some sort of fancy communication device for Bdubs, using many keyboards and text-to-speech bots and such. It was all too technical for Bdubs’ interest, and he couldn’t even really respond too well yet, so for the most part, Bdubs just watched.

“You see, the hard part about this is trying to make sure every shared key has a different output. It’s not really difficult necessarily, just tedious,” Etho explained, staring into space as if he was trying to make eye contact with Bdubs, though missing him by about twenty degrees. “Cause K on this keyboard means “That,” and K on this one is just K, but the computer just wants to register both of them as K or as That, so I have to manually provide that distinction by—”

Bdubs tossed the ring at him, which got Etho to be quiet and turn his attention away.

“What’s up?” Etho asked, looking towards the piece of paper.

N-e-r-d.

Etho chuckled, “Listen, I’m the one getting you a voice, you better be nice to me or you’ll be stuck with the sheets of papers.”

I. W-o-u-l-d. B. F-a-s-t-e-r

Etho thought for a second, glancing down at the paper like he was trying to decipher what Bdubs said with his limited letters. “You would have done this faster?”

Yes.

He gave a small laugh, “Mmh-hmm, sure. I’ll let you come over here and possess this computer, then you can do all the hard work and I can sit back and watch,” he remarked. “As you are obviously so much more skilled in coding than I am, code master Bdubs.” His tone was sarcastic, a sarcasm that Bdubs could only fight with more of his playful arrogance.

I. A-m.

Etho rolled his eyes, “You haven’t changed a bit.” He turned back to the project, typing more and more, “What should we call this, do you think? Every good project needs a name.”

B-d-u-b-s. M-o-s-t. W-o-n-d-e-r-f-u-l. V-o-i-c-e. I-s. G-o-n-e. S-o. I. U-s-e. A. S-t-u-p-i-d. C-o-m-p-u-t-e-r.

Etho sighed, looking at the paper. “Come on. Really? I don’t even think I could figure out what you were trying to say if I wrote it all out.”

T-h-a-t-s. O-n. U.

Etho ignored Bdubs. He was wrong earlier when he thought the bad part of being stuck like this was how lonely or eternal it all was or whatever, all of that sad depressing shit. The real tragedy of this situation is that all Etho needed to do to ignore him was slightly look the other way.

D-u-m-m-y.

No response. He tossed the ring at Etho’s face.

“Come on, Bdubs, you almost hit the monitor.”

B-o-r-e-d.

“Well I’m almost done, if you let me finish, you’ll be significantly less bored.” He glanced back at the project. “You know, in hindsight I didn’t even have to set all this up. I could have had you just use the standard keyboard to type everything by hand, but that’d be a lot slower since you can only press one key at a time. That would basically have just been one step above what we have now, and this is at least two steps up.”

That’s such an Etho thing to do, Bdubs thought. He doesn’t know why, exactly, it felt like it was something Etho would do, but it just did.

Etho moved out of the way, giving Bdubs a chance to fully observe the setup. “Alright. Just put the ring onto the corresponding keys, just like earlier.”

There were three keyboards, connected to the main computer. The center keyboard had all of the standard letters and numbers as usual, but the other two on the side were rigged up to type out full words in one press, complete with a small sticky note taped to each indicating which word was each key. Most were some of the more common words in English, and others were more specific to Bdubs’ scenario, with words such as his own name, Etho, ghost, dead, et cetera, et cetera.

Bdubs looked around the keys, trying to think of a sentence to compose. He pushed the ring into a various assortment of keys, watching as the words showed up on the screen, and then hit Enter.

“Hello Etho. I can talk now. Took you long enough.” spoke a robotic voice, emitting from the computer. It was so monotone and felt so fake, but at this point, he was just happy to have something that could talk again.

“I did all this work just for you to complain about it, huh,” Etho said, but he was smiling wide.

A couple moments of typing later, the voice emitted from the computer again, “You do the same to me. We’re even.”

“I do not!”

“You do.”

Etho rolled his eyes playfully, “I do have to admit, it isn’t as nice as your usual voice. I’m gonna miss that. If I had more recordings of your voice, and more time, I could’ve figured out how to set up your voice as the text-to-speech.”

“Always told you to take more videos.” He had to type out the word ‘videos’ letter by letter, which was admittedly kind of tedious, but Bdubs already had practice from using that piece of paper for about five hours.

“I know, I know, you were right, I was wrong, you’re pretty, I’m ugly, you’re smart, I’m stupid, all that stuff.” Etho almost sang it like a little song, a bit mockingly if anything.

Bdubs laughed at the stupid little tune, “I don’t know that. I like it.”

Etho smiled, “Right, you probably wouldn’t remember it, it’s just a stupid little song you introduced me to.”

Etho went silent for a couple minutes, looking hesitant to say what was on his mind. “Do you...mind if I bring up the topic of your death?” he asked.

Bdubs took a second to think about it. It was a strange thing to consider, the fact that he was, well, dead. He adjusted to the ghost aspect, but the fact that he has technically died was still strange to him, especially since he didn’t know how, or really anything about it.

Did he even want to know? He thought he wanted memories of his past life back originally, but once he got them back, it made things worse. Curiosity killed the cat, and he was fairly certain satisfaction would not be enough to bring him back.

But he had Etho now. Plus, he could tell Etho to shut up at any moment, and Etho would drop it. Etho even made him a specific shut up button for this purpose.

“Sure.”

Etho nodded, and stood up for a second, walking towards the couch and bringing back a plain black journal. Bdubs recognized it as the one Etho was reviewing yesterday. “You were going to a party with some of our friends from college, and well, you never came back. Nobody really gave me a good answer on how you died, so I tried to take matters into my own hands,” he said, opening up the journal and setting it on the floor.

Bdubs started glancing over the journal on the floor.

Last seen 10/28. Declared missing 10/30. Body found 11/2. Death could have occurred at any point in those five days. The body was found in the woods, roughly a mile from his last known location. Manner of death was declared suicide. No further investigation was deemed necessary.

He looked back over at Etho and said, “Really? That’s- I don’t think I died that way.” He was pretty certain he was happy when he was alive, even if he only had one memory and a couple photos to prove it. But he can’t say for sure, he had no idea what he was dealing with when he was alive, and he probably never would know, unless those memories came back to him. It doesn’t feel like something he would do.

Etho didn’t respond, and it took Bdubs a second to remember that he had to use the computer to talk to Etho. “I don’t think that was right.”

“I didn’t think so either. You didn’t show any of the warning signs of someone who was about to...do that, but nobody ever listened to me when I tried to say that. They all wrote me off as some crazy widow, I started to think I was one,” he said, chuckling a little bit as if that was enough to cover up the pained look on his face.

“They said it was from a drug overdose, but couldn’t identify what, it was probably a mix of things,” Etho explained, “Does that sound...familiar at all?”

A bitter taste filled his mouth, the burning of alcohol but complete by being combined with something even worse. Whatever it was, it made him want to vomit. “Yes. Kind of.”

Etho thought for a second. “Do you think someone drugged you? Or some sort of poison, maybe?”

The bitter taste still had not left his mouth, if anything it grew stronger. It was starting to make him feel like he was going to pass out, whatever subconscious memories Etho was bringing up were not pleasant ones. “Yes. Shut up.”

The fact that there was a note made him curious, but Bdubs didn’t care at this point, he just didn’t want to talk about this anymore. He’d ask Etho about that later.

Etho blinked, sitting up and looking a little surprised, “Alright, we can move on.”

Tango and Skizz had gone missing on the same night. They are still missing. Jimmy was declared missing as of 6/1, five months ago. Other official disappearances include Elizabeth “Lizzie” Shadow, who went missing three months ago. There were a few side notes scrawled in the margins, written in blue instead of black pen. Lizzie and Jimmy are cousins, I think. Lizzie was trying to find Jimmy but disappeared before she could, and a bit further down, Grian also missing? Maybe. Don’t know.

“Who are T and S?” Bdubs asked, not bothering to spell out their full names. They were on the tip of his tongue, the names felt so familiar but he couldn’t quite tell why. His mind flashed back to the photos in the bedroom, they were probably on there somewhere.

Etho grimaced a little, which was enough to tell Bdubs all he needed to know.

“They were friends of ours, junior and senior year of college. But about a year ago, we had a big argument, and things kind of fell apart. I had just gotten surgery, and you got in a car crash, and seeing as we were both kind of broke to begin with, we couldn’t pay the medical bills. I asked Tango for help, since he comes from a richer family than ours. He felt like he was being used. We got into this big fight, and I don’t think he ever really forgave us.”

“That’s why you wanted to go to the party,” Etho continued, “You wanted me to go too, so we could both try to reconnect to Tango and Skizz. But it didn’t work out that way, I guess.” His face fell as he talked, and a hand reached to fidget with a necklace that he was no longer wearing.

Bdubs took a moment to try and think how he was going to phrase this, especially with the limited options he had for communication. “Did they kill me?”

Etho frowned, “I don’t know. I don’t think so. Tango’s the type to hold a grudge, but I don’t think it would have been that bad, Skizz would have talked him down. But the two of them might be related to the other disappearances, in some way.”

“So maybe.”

He nodded, “A maybe. The alternative is they...also died or went missing at the same party, or it was all a big coincidence.” His nose scrunched up a little in disgust, like he was sickened at the thought of Tango and Skizz also dying.

It made sense, even if the two of them had a falling out, Tango and Skizz dying would mean Etho had lost his other two closest friends. Bdubs wanted to give him a comforting hug, though he was fairly certain his hugs were the opposite of comforting.

He decided to change the subject instead. “I know Jimmy. He was here, also a ghost.” He had to spell out Jimmy letter by letter due to there not being a quick button to press and get his name.

“So Jimmy’s dead?”

“That is how ghosts work.”

Etho stayed silent for a moment, and let out a sigh. “I know that. Do- I should ask Scott if he knew anything about Jimmy’s ghost- but also, I don’t really know the guy that well, I feel like it’d be awkward to ask him ‘Hey, you know how Bdubs is dead, yeah well I met his ghost and Jimmy’s also a dead ghost now.’”

“Do it.”

He frowned, “Yeah, I know, just- he’s basically the one person who I’ve kept in touch with throughout this, don’t want to think I’m being weird. I’ve tried keeping in touch with Cleo too, but just- wound is too fresh for both of us, I think. You dying kinda messed with her, from what I’ve heard.”

Cleo. He knew that name. Again, much like Tango and Skizz, it was one of those things that were just on the tip of his tongue, something felt so familiar about her but once again, Bdubs couldn’t figure it out. Feelings with no memories attached came back to him, the same warmth of a strong bond, like the same joy he gets with poking fun at Etho. “ I want to meet her.”

Etho looked back at the computer, “Cleo? I mean, it makes sense, you two were pretty close when you were alive. You want me to invite her over or something?”

“Yes.”

He glanced at his phone, lying down on the ground, “I guess I can make that work. Fair warning, it’ll probably take her longer to wrap her mind around the whole ghost thing than I did.” Etho grabbed his phone, and started messaging someone.

“Don’t care.” Bdubs responded, and set the ring down on the ground. He backed away from the computer to glance over Etho’s shoulder, standing close enough that had he not been intangible, he’d be able to lean on him.

Etho swatted behind him, his hand passing through Bdubs’ face a couple times, “Back off, don’t look over my shoulder,” he said, a hint of a laugh in his voice. “You know I don’t like it when people do that— well, you probably don’t know, but here I am reminding you.”

Bdubs rolled his eyes in defeat, but didn’t bother to move back over to the computer to protest. It was too much effort, and he was starting to get tired. Well, that was a lie, ghosts didn’t get tired, he was just lazy.

Something was so peaceful about all this, even if it was a mess. Sure, this was probably nothing like being alive. If he had any concept of what his life was, he was sure it wouldn’t be anywhere nearly as complicated as this. But it felt right, to be laying here on the floor of Etho’s apartment, as the two made plans to meet up with a friend, teasing each other and joking and getting into playful arguments. It wasn’t living, he’s lost that, but it was the second closest thing. He’ll compromise, just this once.

#last life fic #last life #etho #bdubs #ethubs #broadripple au #this has been the longest chapter yet and still it's barely edited #editing my behated </3 #anyways apologies for how long this update took jhgfkjfga i'm determined to finish this fic though

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The Road to Hell (is Paved with Good Intentions) Chapter 5

“Season 8 was well underway, and the server’s first conflict is bubbling just under the surface. But BDoubleO can’t worry about that right now because he has an Etho to find so they can work on the Horse Course together. However when Xisuma calls a surprise server meeting on behalf of EvilXisuma, BDubs gets his answers about where Etho’s been in the worst way possible.”

(CW: angst, blood, gore, torture)

Chapter rating: M

Back to the rescue team and those left behind, focusing on BDubs and a surprise Mumbo Jumbo! (Bet you weren’t expecting Mumbo angst.) Thank you all again for your interest! As previously mentioned, if you enjoyed this, I was directly inspired by this fic over on AO3.

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 6

BDubs knew it was going to be hard trying to find where Etho and EvilX were hiding, but he neglected to remember how nerve wracking it would be with the added challenge of hearing his communicator go off every time someone died. Admittedly, it had only been the two times thus far, but checking and seeing they were both Etho made him want to go insane. The only boon they had, paradoxically, was the same curse keeping Etho stuck in that hell hole: that they were able to respawn in the same place they had died in. This at least meant that their progress wouldn’t be undone at a moment’s notice because someone died and got sent to their base halfway across the map in the opposite direction they were searching.

After he had checked his communicator to see the death message, “Ethoslab was slain by Ethoslab whilst trying to escape EvilXisuma”; BDubs decided he would stop watching chat completely. If someone died, he knew they would be fine, and he really didn’t need to know how else Etho was going to suffer till they found him. Plus, he had Doc keeping an eye on Etho for him. And he had Beef by his side, plus the Big Eye crew supporting him. He just had to keep reminding himself he wasn’t alone, it wasn’t the jungle again, he had his people with him.

“Hey BDubs, you see anything yet?” called out Tango, flying by on his own elytra. BDubs startled in the straps of his elytra, and focused more on the ground below.

“I got nothin’!” he called back, swooping to the back of the formation the big eyes crew had made to check the area stretching from the girls’ southernmost border to the northernmost border of Cleo and Joe’s shared territory. They had decided to first fly over their assigned strip of the x coordinate line to see if there was anything obviously wrong from a bird’s eye view. After that, depending on the results from the other search teams, they would dig down in strategic intervals to be as thorough as possible. They had calculated the size of the room based on the video feed before they had left, and so they planned on digging straight down every 9 blocks along the axis. As crazy as that was, they were hoping with forteen hermits all doing it at the same time equally spaced along the line, they would be able to find Etho within an hour or two. (This all assumed that EvilX hadn’t been lying, but this was the only thing they had.)

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Mumbo hated every decision that had led him to this moment. He hated every decision that others have made on his behalf that had led to this moment. (That was a lie, he blamed himself completely. Even though Grian had had the idea to institute him as the CEO of Boatem, it was still his final say as to whether he would actually complete the role assigned to him. It was his decision to step up to the plate and lead them at this critical time. Everything that was happening was entirely his fault.) As he watched, horrified, Etho having to stay strong without anyone by his side; Mumbo thought he would throw up. If he didn’t faint first that was. (How pathetic of him, that he couldn’t handle the consequences of his actions.) He stood miserable in front of the screen, promising himself the least he could do was watch every moment Etho was without help and in pain because of him.

Beside him, Xisuma frantically typed in his admin console, seemingly trying in vain to undo whatever EvilXisuma had done to the respawn mechanics. To his other side, TFC stood stoically, seemingly unaffected by what he was witnessing, though Mumbo was sure that if he looked over, he’d be able to see the disguised pain in TFC’s eyes. Behind and a bit to the side of Xisuma was Joe, who’s pain was obvious to see, but stood strong despite it. (Mumbo wondered why Joe was here at all, till he remembered how close Joe was to Xisuma). To TFC’s other side stood Doc, who looked about one more Etho death from finding a way to crawl through the screen and detonating in EvilXisuma’s face. And to Joe’s other side stood Scar, sympathetic tears trailing down his face and holding himself in a way that Mumbo knew he did when he was particularly missing the comfort of Jellie the cat.

Mumbo watched as Etho poofed back into existence, arm that he had mangled looking noticeably more mangled than before.(Though there was something off about the restraints and his arm’s relation to them that Mumbo couldn’t place. It didn’t help the camera’s resolution wasn’t quite perfect clarity, and a bit of a wide shot, so details were a little difficult to pick out. Though it didn’t stop them from seeing the next part just fine.) Once Etho was back, EvilXisuma punched him in the face, hard enough they could see a tooth fly out of his mouth.

“You will regret that,” stated EvilXisuma, just barely loud enough to be picked up by the camera. (Mumbo knows Etho would normally have replied with something like, ‘you already said that’, but, well…)

“Any updates Xisuma?” questioned Doc, still staring intently at the screen looking for any clues as to the whereabouts of the the torture room.

“He’s still goin’ strong Doc,” replied Joe instead, peaking over Xisuma’s shoulder to see what he was up to. “You got any new clues?”

Doc growled under his breath. “No.” He sounded bitter to Mumbo, all acid and sharp edges.

“I can’t tell, but there’s something different about his arm I think,” said Mumbo hesitantly, nervously watching as the rest of the group stared intently up at the screen to see what he meant.

Scar spoke up, “I think I see what you mean. His arm isn’t quite aligned correctly with the chair arm, right?”

Mumbo nodded, pointing at Etho’s arm on the screen where it seemed to almost intersect with the cuff and was bleeding profusely. “I don’t know how, like if it was just a natural consequence of trying to move his arm in that direction as he died and respawned, or if it was just a one time fluke; but he seems to have gotten his wrist intersected with the cuff on the armrest and the stake from earlier seems off center.”

As Mumbo was trying to explain, EvilXisuma had begun to focus on Etho’s fingers, and starting on the opposite hand to the one they were observing, he began to break them individually. Mumbo was selfishly happy that he didn’t have to focus on Etho’s pain for a moment as he allowed himself to fully focus on the potential puzzle in front of him.

TFC suddenly spoke up, voice coming off as gruff. “Hrm, this is good and all, but it depends entirely on EvilXisuma not noticing this little update; which we’ve done a pretty poor job at not letting him on. What with him more than likely able to hear us, and all that.” Doc muttered a quiet, “fuck” under his breath in response, and they all held their breath as they waited to see if EvilXisuma would say anything.

Instead of saying anything, he continued to methodically snap more of Etho’s fingers, causing the group to flinch in varying amounts at each wet snap. However, as Mumbo was trying to take in details not relating to Etho’s pain, he could tell that the mic was picking up EvilXisuma’s muttering. But Mumbo didn’t have the super amazing hearing that someone like Ren or Grian had; but he wondered if one of the other people in the group here had more sensitive hearing. “Anyone able to make out what he’s saying?” muttered Mumbo.

Doc hissed a quiet affirmative, and muttered back, “Yesssss, but I need to focus. Please everyone be quiet, thanks.” Everyone but Xisuma nodded back, who was too busy still trying to figure out what EvilXisuma had done to the code to notice anything else around him.

Mumbo did his best to both suffer the consequences of his actions, while at the same time he couldn’t stand watching one of his fellow Hermits in that much pain. He could no longer distract himself, as he couldn’t make out what EvilXisuma was saying, and there were only so many times he could try to determine how many pixels on the screen related to the walls were just stone or his imagination trying to give him impossible answers. EvilXisuma had finally finished with Etho’s left hand, and he now moved to the right before he took a noticeable pause. Mumbo held his breath, hoping beyond hope that EvilXisuma somehow hadn’t noticed Etho’s weirdly placed hand. But that was an impossible wish after all.

“Well well well, how have you managed this then?” Evil Xisuma appeared to poke the part of the wrist that seemed to be poking part way out of the cuff. Mumbo couldn’t help but notice that Etho seemed so gone that he barely flinched at what should have been an incredibly painful jostle. “I’m interested in seeing how you struggle with this.” Evil X nodded at Etho. “Yes, I shall let you struggle. But we still have about 9 more bones to break, so on we go.” With that, he kneeled in front of Etho and started snapping the fingers on Etho’s right hand. Each wet snap ended with a muted whine and shudder from Etho, who seemed to have zoned out far enough that any reactions seemed mostly involuntary at this point. EvilXisuma seemed quiet for the first few snaps, before he went back to muttering in a just barely audible way. Mumbo could only assume that EvilXisuma was unaware that his mic sensitivity was set too high, and thought he was muttering in such a way as for those of them watching the stream would be unable to hear him. That, or it was an unconscious habit, and didn’t even realize he was doing it. Either way, Mumbo continued hoping he would continue to do so, so that maybe he would let something slip and Doc could post it in chat.

Meanwhile Doc had been listening closely to what EvilX had been saying, but none of it thus far had led to a clue. Most of what he was muttering were curses and the terrible things he planned to do to Etho. Honestly Doc wished he couldn’t hear what EvilX was saying, just so that he wasn’t obligated to continue listening to see if that scum slipped up. But the chance of catching something important was too high, so he went back to diligently listening to the stream, mentally cursing at every suppressed gasp or whine or wet snap from Etho.

EvilXisuma made quick work of Etho’s fingers, and seemingly tired of Etho’s lack of responses decided he needed to kill him. However, because he was feeling particularly vindictive, he gutted Etho, guts spilling over his knees before he disappeared in a flash of red. Mumbo, morbidly curious how the game would register the death, looked down at his communicator. “Ethoslab was slain by EvilXisuma.” He was selfishly grateful that the server messages were that generic. He watched further as Etho poofed back into the chair, though as before his killing blow hadn’t followed him through respawn, but all his previous wounds did. Mumbo looked very carefully at Etho’s wrists and saw that he had managed to get his wrist farther out, and the stake seemed almost completely out of his arm. Unfortunately for Etho, respawn managed to break him out of his trance, and he seemed far more present and aware (and in pain) for the moment. The only positive that Mumbo could see was that EvilXisuma seemed to have either turned off the speakers on his end, or was ignoring them completely. But Mumbo could only hope that either Doc would hear something soon, or the search parties would stumble across the hidden room soon; because he wasn’t sure how much more of this he could watch.

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Sundial blurbs

So most of my part of the Sundial au has been locked into general au chat on our server in the form of joking, theorising and sometimes writing as much as the discord character limit allows me to. I did the two first blurbs in this post today and @pomodoko commanded i actually post it and tag them so here they are, sorted into story chronological order and not the order in which i wrote them

Also this is the link to the document with general information on the AU

--- Dreams POV, the inciting incident

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8- NINE It has been ten seconds since Fundy landed at the bottom of the stairs at the lowest level of the building, there had been a noticeable thud that sounded distinctly unpleasant but Dream hadn't picked up on any cracking noise that'd indicate broken bones. Not that it'd be easy to hear over the commotion that led to later events.

Because it'd been seven seconds since Techno had lost his balance because of the falling fox mentioned and seven seconds since he stood back straight, almost brushing against Wilburs taller frame. It had only been five short seconds, that might have felt like weeks to others, since Wilbur in turn furrowed his brow and geared up for retaliation. Four seconds ago techno had been pushed. Three, Wilbur had gone into the wrong portal. Two, Philza had with Fundy still leaning on his shoulder tried to stop them both. One, they were gone.

It was surreal. The room had been filled with chatter before the fight, louder during the fight and now it was quiet. One second in the future, after it had all happened, the silence broke by no one who had seen it happen but by Tommy, babbling on about something with Fundy that didn't matter to anyone but himself. He quieted down when the person he was intending to talk to was nowhere to be found, confused. "Where'd Fundy go?"

"He and Wilbur already went through" the lack of effort it took for Dream to bend that truth would be concerning if not for his record, and technically they already had. "Oh-" an unsatisfactory answer but not one that would send him towards the throat of Noxite. "You can just talk to them back home. Come on." The portal after the hermits was supposed to be theirs, something quickly confirmed as they enter the community house with a crisis averted, or rather pushed back until a later date, and two people lost to another server.

--- Omniscient/Unknown POV, the dreamsmp aftermath

un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf... sept, huit, neuf... sept, huit... Seven hours later was when the lie couldn't hold anymore. Tommy already didn't trust Dream much but Tubbo had been a help in convincing him that Wilbur and Fundy were just away building or something. But the truth comes eventually. He sent a clear message of; <TommyInnIt> stop lying to me

Hour eight was the worst, accusations being thrown and swords being drawn. Screaming and explanations that never really felt enough. The ninth hour was bad in another way, depressing. Tommy's anger had simmered into bargaining as if Dream, George or Tubbo had the power to do anything of substance. It never got to begging, Tommy's pride forbade that but the things he put on the line for help that he couldn't get made it almost seem like it.

Noxcrew was contacted and they confirmed that the hemits had talked to them about the guests. Solutions were suggested and just as quickly rebuffed. Hour ten was a loss and the eleventh hour was one where Tommy and Tubbo got to speak alone.

"Can't you just use your powers or whatever to make the portals take us to hermitcraft" he was exhausted. "It doesn't work like that, probably, and Noxite has probably already tried it" "Yeah but Tubbo could you do it?" "I mean... maybe?" To that something glinted in Tommys eye, hope that Tubbo didn't want to extinguish as fast as it needed to be. "But I'm not allowed into the MCC world anyways so it wouldn't work" "FUCKING CHRIST TUBBO everyone here's useless!"

--- Technos POV, first night on hermitcraft

It's the first night and bones tower above him.

There were other buildings around, and the area was lit up well but eyes followed him from the darkness, eying the stone tools he'd manage to scrape up while leaving the group now probably settled in a warm house far away. This world scared him, the monsters and the way his sword hit differently, and the fact that the air itself felt new.

A pair of eyes glowed at him from it's place under one of the ribs of a beast too huge to want to think about. Techno readied his sword, but the dog decided that it'd rather go back to sleep. This world scared him and he just knew he'd gotten lost now because his goal had been to retrace his steps, the path that Xisuma and Bdoubleo had shown them to the little village far away by boat, to find the house cleft in two and then head straight out to sea until he could find a better place to stay than the tension thick cabin that their hosts had suggested.

Another dog offered a quiet bark in his direction and with an embarrassed sssh, covering fright, he continued forward. He had found the water, true, and he remembered something vague about a neighbour... but... No. No he decided that he'd choose a direction and if there weren't any light he'd just have to turn around or dock and make a little cave to live out of. It wouldn't be glorious but neither is 5 million potatoes.

A boat is placed into the water at the straight of Joebralta and a pig starts to row.

Clang. He is confused. The boat shakes in the middle of open water, he's been turned around. Clang. A trident, something he's only really seen in Skyblockle, shoots into the air a meter to the right of his boat. He speeds up. Clang. It misses, but he has decided that the sea is no longer safe.

--- Technos and Ethos POV, the first days in hermitcraft

He's starting to feel bad for leaving. Still justified, but also bad. He felt horrible the instant the championship room disappeared from right in front of his eyes with Wilbur still in it, and still worse when Wilbur then Phil and Fundy appeared next to him in this world, all statues as unseen confused messages fill the communicators of the worlds inhabitants.

When they arrived he was surprised that a lot of the hermits knew about them, or at least him, from the returning cast of hermits that played in MCC and their apparent tendency to tell stories as soon as there was space for it. It'd made it less awkward but the looks from the others stopped him from talking much about his side of the tournaments.

This was perhaps night four? He had stepped ashore in a jungle a bit from an area he could almost feel at home in with its skyscrapers reminiscent of some survival games arenas. But it was built by someone and someone should be avoided so he had trudged through plains and deserts walking around it only to find more tall buildings in another jungle.

The jungle was... safe? Safe from people at least, less so mobs. He had a little cave with a bed now that kept the hot and humid air out most of the time and while small and cramped and utterly horrible it felt far safer than returning to the others... even though he could practically hear Phils calm and nonchalant reassurances.

Leaving the small home he searches for the water he remembers spotting nearby. The bright orange tracksuit wasn't something he wanted to wear but there wasn't much of anything else and it still needed to be washed of stone dust and sweat no matter how much he disliked it. He leaves with a compass and map to find his way back, and around other peoples territory. And water is found easily with these. Stone, coal and redstone is scrubbed away in the freshwater lake that's only relatively cold, but it still feels nice, like the wind on his island in skyblock or in the skywars arenas.

Not too far away a man is working in a terrarium of his own design containing no animals but currents in thin snakes coiling around comparators and observers. The change to the nether has been an exciting one but it did come with problems for the technicians and thankfully for this one the Google hasn't broken too far beyond belief and is back in functioning order faster than expected.

Satisfied he looks at the path that he paradoxically want to end and to continue and decides to wait, flying up to sit near his portal instead to think about it and access the expansions he's already made. Something bright orange is spotted in the distance which at first is ignored, it can wait, until the realization of a possible abandoned shulker, so very common in this group, grabs him and almost instantly leaves as it moves around.

Several seconds later the orange turns brighter and the idea of lava pops in and out of his head in a flash.

<Etho> Beef have to lost an orange llama? <VintageBeef> no? <VintageBeef> at least I dont think so...? <Etho> o_o

He's been keeping out of the way for a while, like usual, and only knew some of the news about new people on the server. That they'd gotten there with Rendogs sports gang by accident and that they'd been living mostly over at Bdubs' place to avoid having them be excluded to their own little village. Apparently something had happened, he'd missed the details but it was looking like there was a manhunt for someone or something that he should by all means be more invested in.

Curious he misses the orange go out of view in favour of finding out about this missing thing in case he's found it. A person and a description, hidden deep in other messages. His height, human pig hybrid, last seen wearing...

Does he want to do this? He knows his way around a jungle but it's still annoying and Xisuma lives close by... but he's most likely AFK. Well, you make a good first impression on the new guys if you find their missing friend.

--- Omniscient/Unclear POV, Technos time with Etho

Silence is golden in silver light. The hermits can stay up days on end without sleep, working through nights when it’s needed and even with guests this doesn’t change. Like the sliver of moon in the sky, Ethos hair glows radiant from inside the redstone machine he calls the Googler and Techno does nothing but look on as repeaters are moved and redstone is smeared in new paths into blocks he has never seen before, something he’s had to get used to lately.

His host works in silence until a question breaks the jungles chime and an answer is given with the rhythm. The redstone had changed and he thought he had fixed it, an unhelpful follow up is posed and a pause is moved into a somewhat oversimplified version of the circuit. They both know that Techno is no help here, but the company is nice and something is learned.

Etho in the day when working the fortress tells Techno about the old days and in turn Techno admits to never having left those old days for long. Etho talks about Pause and Beef. Techno fails to talk about his own team.

#sundial au #mcyt #hermitcraft #technoblade #none of this was proofread

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Dread Part 2

[Pirate AU Masterlist] There are trigger warnings in the tags, but they might be a little spoiler-y. Just be warned. Pirates ain’t the nicest people. ~~

Doc sat in his cabin on board behind a massive wooden desk covered in countless maps. He needed to plan their next route, calculate in all of the navy’s and other pirate’s routes and be prepared in case anything went wrong. He loved this part of his pirate life just as much as the fighting and plundering. Nothing was better than seeing one of his well thought out plans come to fruition.

He made a thoughtful noise as he picked up the document one of his spies had leaked to him, containing the planned routes of the navy’s ships, staring at one line in particular on the map. He knew he shouldn’t… But maybe he could plan a course that would accidentally pass their route. He would probably be able to arrange a stop to refill their resources in the same port as they did. And then Doc would be able to see him again.

Rushed steps ran up to his cabin and the door was flung open, hitting the wall behind it hard. Doc didn’t even need to look up to know who it was. There was only one person on board daring enough to make an entrance like that into the Captain’s cabin.

“Ren. I hope you have a good explanation this time. And no, Etho being mean to you doesn’t count.”

When there was no answer Doc finally looked up. He froze at the expression on Ren’s face. It looked pained. He obviously was the bearer of bad news and a face like that couldn’t mean a lot of things.

“Ren? Did something happen to one of our crew?”

Ren shook his head, walking up to the desk, a piece of paper clenched in his hands.

“We got a message from one of our allies. He says word’s going around that Bdubs has Captain Doc’s little pet in his possession.”

Doc frowned at that, turning his head to look at the basket in the corner of his cabin, where two small foxes were resting, both peacefully asleep.

“Well as you can see that is nonsense. Hans and-”

“Doc…” Ren sounded exasperated, like Doc was making this hard for him on purpose. “Not your foxes. Bdubs has captured Lieutenant Grian.”

Doc felt like he couldn’t breathe for a second, his blood running cold, emotions welling up inside him he wasn’t ready to feel yet. So he did the only thing that seemed right at the moment and pushed those thoughts aside, closing his heart off. His gaze darkened as he glared at Ren, eyes practically glowing.

“And why would I care? It’s the navy’s problem. Not mine. They formed him into their little star to look good on posters. They painted a target onto his back, not me. If they can’t take care of their own, good riddance. One dog less to worry about.”

“But it’s Grian…”

Doc stood up, slamming his hands onto the table. Maps went flying everywhere and his foxes awoke, running up to him while making worried sounds.

“He isn’t different from all the others. He is our enemy.”

“Doc… I don’t think Bdubs captured him to get back at the navy. He is boasting about owning your pet. He knows there’s something going on between the two of you. He knows you enough to tell.”

Doc balled his hands into fists, throwing a deadly glare at Ren, who at least had the decency to flinch a little.

“There is nothing going on between me and that Lieutenant. I asked him to join because he is an amazing fighter and we could use him in our crew. And as far as I remember he declined and called me and the whole crew a few choice words. So no, there are no feelings involved and I’m not going to endanger all of your lives for that one idiot.”

Ren looked like he wanted to protest, but when Doc kept glaring at him he nodded, giving him a lazy salute and turning around. When the door was almost closed, Doc could hear his voice drifting over.

“You should know the crew would be willing to fight for him…”

Doc took a few calming breaths. He wouldn’t act out. He was fine. Everything was alright. Why would he care about Grian? Why should he?

Sure he was intrigued by Grian. He had been the first person to beat him in a fight after all. But that was all there was. The crew was his family. He couldn’t risk their lives, no matter what Ren might think wise. The navy would already be on their way with an armada. They didn’t take kindly to stunts like that. Even Bdubs couldn’t keep a Lieutenant captive for too long. He just hoped that Bdubs wouldn’t decide Grian was more trouble than he was worth.

An image flashed through Doc’s mind, of Grian’s dead body, bloody and broken being thrown over the side of a ship to sink into the depth of the ocean, getting lost in the endless depth…

Doc groaned, letting his head fall onto the desk. What was he supposed to do?

Grian didn’t know how much time had passed since they had thrown him into a cell below deck. The only light was coming from a small lantern hanging outside of his cell next to the guard’s post. It must have been five days at least, going by the times they had given him something to eat and how often the person guarding him had changed.

It was annoying to be under surveillance at all times. What did they think he could do? He might be a good soldier, but he couldn’t perform wonders. They were in the middle of the ocean on course god knows were. By the way the boat rocked they were going pretty fast. Jumping over board to flee would be a death sentence for him. His hands and legs were chained together and on top of that his shoulder wound felt like it had become infected. Fleeing would be suicide.

Maybe it would be better, to just jump and swart Bdubs plans. Without any hostage there would be no trap. That way Grian could at least save one last life before he died. Even if it was the life of a stinking pirate. Well… If he died to save a pirate, Doc might not be his worst option. But he’d rather not die at all. Damn! That’s what he got for almost changing his opinion on pirates. He got thrown into their mess.

The door to the cell area opened and the guard sitting in front of his cell jumped up. That could mean only one thing: The captain was honouring them with his presence. Grian slowly stood up from his rack, chains rattling as he did. He tried to stand as straight and proud as he could considering his circumstances.

Bdubs walked up to the cell, sending the guard away with a wave of his hand, looking Grian up and down, a grin appearing on his face.

“You know… I get it. Doc does have a pretty good taste. Pretty being the key word. You really are nice on the eyes, Lieutenant”, Bdubs drawled out the last word mockingly and Grian just glared at him.

“You’d make a fine pirate. If you weren’t his lover, I’d recruit you.”

“I’d rather die than become a damn pirate. You are all animals.”

Bdubs laughed at his angered reply. “Oh poor Doc.” Bdubs eyes lost all trace of humour and he looked coldly at Grian. “He doesn’t know how to properly train a pet, I see. But I don’t like rebellious little kids, navy boy.”

“Yeah I noticed. Your type are little slimy ass-kissers. How’s that snake Keralis?”

A shot rang out. Grian could feel the bullet flying past his face, leaving a tiny bleeding scratch on his cheek. But he didn’t flinch. He just stayed there, trying to look as unimpressed as possible, even though his heart was beating like crazy. Bdubs wouldn’t kill him. He needed him after all.

“Don’t you ever dare to talk about Keralis like that or you’ll regret the day you decided to join the navy.”

Grian shrugged, eyes darkening, holding his chin up high. “There’s not a moment I’m not regretting that day, so don’t worry, you can’t really make it any worse.”

He knew his dismissive attitude was angering Bdubs and that it was possibly the worst idea he could have. But it made him feel like he had at least a sliver of control left in this situation. If he would just bow down and let everything happen to him… He couldn’t bare that thought.

“So tell me, high and mighty Captain Bdubs. What makes you think the navy will let you get away with this? They must be on your trail by now. They’ll sink your ship for what you’ve done. Before this week is over they’ll have you hanging.”

He thought reminding Bdubs of the navy would make him even angrier and maybe in his anger he’d give Grian some information. But no, the anger faded from Bdubs’ face and he chuckled a little.

“Oh. You still think the navy will save you? That is cute, boy. You really trust them. But they won’t. You see… They are just as easily controlled as everybody else. If enough money passes from one hand to another they’ll look for you everywhere but here. And they want Doc’s head just as badly as I do. So if they have to sacrifice you for it, so be it.”

“You are lying!”

“Nobody will come for you, Grian. Nobody will save you. We are just waiting for the main character of this tragedy to arrive and then your life will end.”

Grian balled his hands into fists. He shouldn’t believe anything coming out of Bdubs mouth right now, but he couldn’t help the uncertainty rising inside him. What if it was really true? What if the navy wasn’t coming to save him? Should he really hope on Doc trying to save him? But if Doc came, he would surely die…

“He won’t come. Whatever you heard about me and him? It’s wrong. We are fighting constantly.”

Bdubs just shrugged, still smiling. “Oh, but Grian… Did you forget? That is not what you told Keralis. From what he told me both of you sound like you have one fucking huge crush and are to scared to admit it. I also heard about the two of you sharing a dance in the neutral zone. Really cute. Like in some cheesy romance novel, isn’t it? He might not come running as fast as I hoped, but we can wait a little.”

Bdubs took out a key, opening the door to Grian’s cell. Grian threw a calculating glance towards it. His hands and legs were still chained together, so running probably was a bad idea. And he had no clue where they were at the moment. Could he overpower Bdubs and get his crew to drop him off somewhere? Probably not. And Bdubs wouldn’t make a very cooperative hostage. Damn. He hated being so helpless.

The only thing he could do was stand his ground. He stayed were he was, looking up at Bdubs out of defiant eyes as the Pirate Captain walked up to him. A hand grabbed his chin, forcing his head back.

“So Grian, what do you say about making this a little more… interesting?” Bdubs voice was dark and Grian didn’t like where this was going. No matter what would happen, nothing that guy deemed interesting would mean anything remotely good for Grian.

“You are going to kill me anyway. Don’t think I’m going to play your games just to make this more entertaining.”

Bdubs chuckled and his fingers dug painfully into Grian’s skin, sure to leave marks later. "That wasn't a question, dear. You are in no position to refuse any offer, because depending on your behaviour your death might be more or less painful. So you'd better do what I tell you to. If I tell you to jump, you do. So now-" Grian spat into Bdubs face, silencing him abruptly. For a second Grian got the satisfaction of seeing Bdubs’ surprised face. That guy probably wasn't used to defiance. But after that second of shock was over, Grian almost regretted doing it. Bdubs hand left his chin, to grab him by the neck, slamming him painfully against the wooden wall behind him. The hand was pressing down hard and Grian gasped for breath. He tried to pull the hand off, his fingers uselessly scratching at the arm holding him. Tears were starting to fill his eyes as he kept gasping and struggling. "You really shouldn't make me angry", Bdubs whispered, but Grian could barely hear over the sound of his own heartbeat ringing in his ears. His vision started fading, his legs buckling below him. Just when he thought he was about to pass out, the pressure was gone. Grian fell to the floor, gasping for air and coughing harshly. A boot was pressed under his chin, the threat clear and so Grian slowly raised his head, to look up at Bdubs, staring at him out of teary eyes. The angry face on Bdubs turned into one of pure delight. "Well, well, Grian, who would have thought, you could look even more pretty? So can we talk like civilized people now... pet?" Grian felt disgusted at that title. Nobody, not even Doc, ever talked that degrading to him. He took a deep breath and then smiled. "Kiss my ass, pirate." His head snapped back hard, as Bdubs kicked his chin. All he could hear was a ringing sound in his ears and his whole skull seemed to hurt. Before he could recover, a boot already pressed down painfully on his chest, forcing him to stay on the floor. "You’re really starting to piss me of, navy boy. And you are going to regret it. You only make me want to break you even more, leave nothing but an empty shell for Doc to find. He'll be devastated, knowing that I broke his little toy."

"He won't come...", Grian spat back, glaring at Bdubs, "He isn't dumb enough to fall for the trap of a second rate pirate. You'll never manage to beat him."

Bdubs glared at him and then the foot left as Bdubs walked back to the cell door. Grian dared to heave a sigh of relieve, slowly raising himself into a sitting position. That relief only lasted for a few seconds when Bdubs left the cell and shouted an order through the hallway.

"Prepare the prisoner for a whipping. Make sure everyone can watch."

Grian's heart sank, but he had known that resistance would end in pain for him. He had made his decision and he wouldn't back down now. He was a proud member of the navy.

When two pirates came to get him, he struggled and fought with renewed vigour. He managed to land a few hits and scratches, but a blow to the head left him feeling dizzy and gave them an opportunity to grab him. He was pulled up onto the deck, blinking as the sunlight hit his eyes. He only had a few seconds to take in their surroundings. They were in the middle of the ocean. Not even a bit of land in sight. Fleeing was out of the question then. He was manhandled towards the mast, his face being pressed against the wood. They unchained his hands, but the body holding him against the mast was unrelenting, not letting him get away. And only a few seconds later he was chained to the mast, his arms seemingly hugging the wood, with no room to move. There was the sound of hollering and amused whistles. Grian turned his head to the side, glaring at them. Pirates. They were all the same after all, vile and evil.

Someone was walking up to him, gently caressing his back and then a body was pressing up against him, making him tense in anticipation of what might happen next.

"I hope this makes you change your mind on how to behave while you are our guest, Lieutenant... Oh and please. Do scream. It makes this far more entertaining", Bdubs’ voice growled into his ear, before letting go of him.

Grian tried to brace himself for what was about to come, grinding his teeth together, not ready to give his captors the pleasure of hearing him scream. The first hit still seemed to come out of nowhere, stinging like hell even through the fabric of the shirt Grian was wearing – why they let him keep it on, letting it soften the blows, he didn't understand. Another hit followed, just as strong as the last one, making Grian flinch, his hands trying to grasp something to hold onto, but unable to find anything. He could bear this. This wasn't the first time he had been whipped and it probably wouldn't be the last time.

"I might stop if you beg, boy."

Grian just huffed at that. "My captain hits harder than you."

There was a pause between the hits, as if Bdubs hadn't expected those words, but he didn't say anything about it, only making a thoughtful sound and then continuing. Hit after hit rained upon his back and Grian was almost relieved when he noticed that the strength of the hits seemed to decrease. Bdubs had to be getting tired. Grian had managed to hold in his screams until now, but he was already breathing hard. His whole back felt like it was on fire and he was pretty sure his shirt must have been ruined by now. Finally, the hits stopped and Grian took in a deep breath.

"Your turn, darling."

Grian could hear a delighted giggle and his blood froze as he could hear shuffling.

"Make him beg. Do it for me."

The whip came cracking down again, with so much more strength than all of the hits before. The strength was so unexpected that Grian didn't manage to hold back, a scream tearing itself from his throat.

"Well... You already made our little navy boy sing after one hit. I know why I love you, darling."

Grian was gasping for air, trying to calm down, but Keralis didn’t give him the time. Two more hits followed in quick succession and he whimpered, his legs beginning to shake. “Oh, I’m gonna make you drop down and beg, Lieutenant”, Keralis delighted voice accompanied another hit. There was no real break in between hits. Sure, Bdubs had been unrelenting and hitting hard, just like all the other whippings Grian had been used too. But this? This was on another level.

He could feel tears running down his face and after another few hits his legs finally gave in as he sank to his knees. He could hear laughter all around him, voices cheering Keralis on.

He was pretty sure, there was blood running down his back now. His wrists were also burning from him tugging so much on the bindings.

It just went on and on, hit after hit. It felt like hours passed and the hits still didn’t stop or become softer. Suddenly through the haze of tears a face appeared in front of him. Someone grabbed his chin as another hit struck him.

“That look suits you, Grian. So what do you say. You want more?”

Another hit. Grian shook his head.

“You know. You can make this stop.”

The whip cracked against his back again, he could feel his skin splitting apart.

“Sto… se...”

Bdubs chuckled darkly, caressing the side off his face in mock gentleness as another hit made Grian scream. “What was that, pet?”

“Please… No more. Please stop”, his voice was barely above a whisper, but it seemed to be enough. There was a pause in the whipping, but Grian couldn’t focus properly to listen to Keralis’ movement and didn’t know whether he had stepped away completely or not.

“That is a good pet. It really isn’t that hard to behave.”

Grian averted his eyes in shame, but apparently that was the wrong move, the fingers digging painfully into his skin.

"Look at me, pet. Or we'll need to start all over again."

The whip was back at his back, not hitting, but tracing down his skin, underlining the threat. Grian's eyes practically snapped back to Bdubs, who was grinning in satisfaction, his touch becoming gentle once more.

"I wonder why Doc had so many problems controlling you. It isn't that hard... I guess he was always too soft. If I wouldn't kill him anyways, he should thank me for training you to become so obedient."

Grian was shaking. His heart was beating frantically as Bdubs got closer and suddenly there were lips on his. His shaking only grew stronger. He didn't want this. Images of Doc flashed in front of his mind. Doc laughing at him, Doc teasing him and flirting playfully with him. Determination struck Grian once more and without hesitation he bit down on the tongue entering his mouth. Hard. Bdubs Screamed and pulled back, blood running down the corner of his mouth. Grian grinned weakly at the hateful glare.

"Seems like I might have underestimated you. But we still have a few days together, pet. And believe me after that stunt, I only want to break you even more", Bdubs growled in a threatening voice, wiping the blood from his face. He turned away to his crew. "Leave him tied to the mast. We’ll continue later. Oh, and get rid of his shirt. Make sure it reaches Captain Doc. I bet he'll be happy about such a nice present."

#🍉 stories #pirate au #I am so sorry my dear readers #It's getting a little dark #tw: violence #tw: blood #tw: whipping #tw: non-consensual kissing

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Loving LoL so far and was curious if you could give a complete list of every hermit and their magical affinity or if there was one somewhere ^^

So @theguardiansofredland is the genius that came up with all this but was too lazy to answer this himself so here’s what he copied and pasted to me. First failing in discord and then google docs. We share one braincell.

Check under the cut!

Wizards and their powers

Xisuma: Void magic. A catch all destruction magic. Can create small black holes that can suck up and destroy most anything. He can even specify what can get sucked into it. That way he doesn’t end up killing his friends.

EX: Supernova magic. Able to create light and giant bursts of hot plasma and gas. Like a sun but more light. Also can use more light based magic. Like creating a shield of plasma balls around him so whatever touches it will get hurt. Or can send out little homing missile balls of light.

TFC: Mineral Magic. By touching or ingesting metal or crystal he can gain different powers based off what the mineral is. For example Lapis lazuli can give him water breathing and malachite can give him water/storm magic. However these only have a max limit of an hour before he has to touch a charged crystal or metal again. He can charge crystals and metals in the moon light

Joe: Poetry magic. An inscription magic. He can make spells or summon creatures by making poems. The longer the poem the more powerful the spell. However what gives it true power and strength is the passion poured into the poem. He has to physically write the poem on paper for the spells to actually be cast

False: Blacksmith magic. Anything that can be made in a forge she can summon and control. She can also summon liquid, molten metal and burn people. And can heat the metal of the things she summons. The more things she summons the more energy it takes.

Stress: Ice magic. Can make and create anything out of ice. Even living statues of ice that can fight for her. Also can summon icy winds and snow. Can frost over the floor to make it ice, and create huge ice sculptures and icicles. She herself however is not immune to the cold. And enough fire can easily put her power to shame.

Cleo: Underworld magic. Has control of ghosts, ghouls, skeletons, the undead, and anything pertaining to the underworld. Can make things rapidly decay and die if she so chooses. But she has to touch them in order to do it. She can release a terrifying scream that paralyzes any who hears it for a few seconds. Up to a max of 1 minute. However it does mean everyone, even allies.

Zed: Shepherd magic. Basically like the pied piper. Can have any animal or creature aid him Disney princess style. He can also have them fight for him like Pokémon. This is all creatures, even the mythical ones. He can even use his magic to control people. However this takes a lot of energy.

Tango: Hellbound magic. He can summon demons and other beings from hell. But his main thing is calling upon the power of the demons and can transform into something like a demon. With increased power, new abilities and power, but most importantly (to him) wings that let him fly and fire magic.

Impulse: Detonation magic. Explosions motherfucker. He make things go boom. Can create a myriad of bombs and explosives. He can also create explosions from his hands. Charging explosions and then letting them go boom right when he needs them to. However it is limited to his hands. But with this powers he can propel himself forward and up and all over the place. Launching himself through the air. He can however run out of juice very easily and fast. It’s like sprinting at full speed. You can practice to do it for longer but it still wears you the fuck out. If he gets too drained he can end up passing out or throwing up.

Cub: Portal magic. Can create portals to other places. (Like wormholes) Can even jump dimensions with enough studying. However the longer the distance the more power used. He needs to concentrate or else the portal will end up someplace random.

Scar: Terraforming magic. Can manipulate any element and thing to his whim. He can make mountains out of molehills, and change and terraform anything. But he really is only good at terraforming Earth, Flora, and Water on a large scale.

Doc: Puppeteer magic. He can puppet/posses creatures and objects. It’s like Zedaph’s but not as limited. And it’s powerful. Able to control people and things like machines. He can even give them buffs and powers. Even see through their eyes and control them like a first person video game. However this leaves him standing in a trance wherever his true body is. Leaving him open to attacks. And for the people he’s puppeting, he has to have line of sight on them.

Ren: Imagination magic. Can make up spells and create anything using his imagination. Oh you want a water bottle? He’ll just summon one with his mind creativity. His most powerful ability however is to copy and use another person’s magic. He can only use it for about an hour before it disappears. And he has to make contact with the person he wants to copy. He can do this by touching them or gaining a small bit of them. Like a hair, a piece of their clothing. As long as it has come into contact with the person he can use it. However he has to use it carefully and not too much or else it can backfire bad. He has Wolf ears and a tail cause he copied someone with werewolf magic but he performed the spell wrong. But instead of starting over he pushed on with the botched spell. And now his canine parts are a consequence of that.

Jevin: Slime magic. Can create warriors of jelly to fight for him (like lapis does with creating warriors out of water) as well as create walls made out of slime. Or slow down people by shooting it at their feet. He can use extra sticky slime to stick people or objects to walls and surfaces. But other than the sticky slime, the slime can be easily destroyed. Having the consistency of Jello

Keralis: Insect magic. Can have abilities of insects! Giant moth wings, venom, spider legs, able to have ant strength (like lifting 10 times his own body weight). However he can only use the powers if he eats the insect. So you’ll see him just drinking mango and moth smoothies and nomming on baked crickets.

Bdubs: Plant magic. Able to grow, control and take on the abilities of plants and fungi. He can even turn his limbs into vines and tree branches. The bigger sized and more plentiful amount of plants take a more concentration. And plants are not immune to fire or blades. And if the plants are coming from bdubs’ body, if they get cut or burned it hurts him. The plants sprouting from his body acting like extra limbs.

Iskall: Radiation/Nuclear magic. Can create a nuclear substance (iskallium) that can burn through things like acid or thermite. Can also channel this into bolts of radioactive lightning or fire. He can’t overdo it tho. He’ll end up getting weaker and even at points be paralyzed for a good bit if he uses too much energy/magic

Mumbo: Redstone and Electricity magic. A rare thing to have 2 types of magic. But he has it. He can create almost anything out of redstone (both animated and statue like Stress) and can use it as a conductor for his electricity. But he has poor control over his magic. Going into magic surges where his magic goes out of control. If he gets more worked up or overwhelmed the problem only gets worse.

Grian: Sky Angel Magic. One of the rarest magic in the world. He has extremely powerful wind and storm magic. Summoning storms and creating blades that shred through everything. But he also has tremendous healing abilities. Able to make people feel energized again or physically heal their wounds. He can sprout wings that allow him to fly and he can create currents under his wings so he goes even faster. A last ditch power surge is his archangel mode. Gaining a boost in power and radiating blinding light from himself. It’s like looking at the sun. His powers are boosted and he gains light magic. However afterwards it leaves him completely drained and he is usually asleep for a few days. Grian is also very fragile. A glass canon if you will.

Etho: Shadow magic. Can slip and disappear into the shadows. Can use the shadows around him to create temporary weapons and diversions/illusions. With enough power he can even turn his physical body into shadows, making it hard to strike him. However, shadows need light. And he is powerless in darkness.

xB: Whirlpool magic! Can create whirlpools and small typhoons. To either harm or suck in unsuspecting people and ships. He has the basic Kipling abilities of water bending (I couldn’t think of a better explanation). But as a deep water Kipling, his eyes are very sensitive to light. At night he glows brighter than a sea lantern. Sharp claws and teeth allow him to draw in prey.

Beef: Taurus magic. Able to use the powers of the mythical bull as well as transform into it. He can also transform into more powerful beasts. However he needs to keep his emotions in check or else he’ll lose control of himself and become full beast, losing sentience and will. It takes a while for him to return. His kind nature conflicts with his magic, making it hard to stay in control when using lots of magic

#Light of lairyon #LoL #hermitcraft #hermitblr #wizard au

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