#floef writes

[floef-likes-minecraft]

Gluestick

“And I shall name him Gluestick,” Skizz announced proudly as he took his new horse by the reigns. The animal didn’t seem to care much for the name, he just wanted the carrots Skizz had pocketed a few moments ago.

“… why?” Impulse just asked with a puzzled look on his face. “Your first horse on the Server could be named anything and you name it Gluestick?”

“You heard me correctly,” Skizz proudly said, patting his new animal friend on the neck. “And he shall be the loveliest of horses to have ever existed.”

“Sounds like a horse that’s slow,” Grian noted, who had also decided to come along for whatever reason. Maybe he had finally have enough of his fishing endeavors. Maybe he wanted to make fun of Skizz, who knew. “Like it’s glued to the ground or something.”

“Don’t say that about dear Gluestick,” Skizz said, jumping in to defend his horse. “He’s very sensitive.”

“You’ve had him for ten seconds!”

“And those have been the best ten seconds of my life I’ll have you know,” Skizz said, sticking to the bit. He wasn’t going to let his friends talk him into renaming his horse already. Sure, he could’ve named him something conventional like Thunder or Racey McFast but this was way more fun. This was a name that would… well, stick with people. The Hermits would know this was his horse, not just some animal named and abandoned in the wilderness.

“I – never mind, I’m going to stop arguing,” Grian said, giving in and pulling his fishing rod from his inventory. His own horse, Pluto, had been impatiently waiting and tied to a fence. Seeing his owner pull out the rod made him think they were about to move again and he pulled on his restrains.

“Calm down Pluto,” Grian muttered. “Yes, we’re going back. No, I won’t try giving you fish again. Gluestick is going to be your new neighbor, get used to it.”

Grian hopped smoothly on his horse after setting it free from the fence. Pluto was a fast one, Skizz had seen Grian ride around on it plenty. He crossed another Hermit on a horse, who was happy to join Impulse and Skizz.

“A new friend!” it had been Bdubs on his own horse. Climb 10 was, as far as Skizz was aware, the fastest amongst all the horses they had tamed. Skizz didn’t expect anything less from Bdubs, honestly. “You’ve found your steed, Skizz. What did you name them?”

“Gluestick,” Skizz answered proudly. Impulse sighed, resting his head in his hand. Bdubs eyes started to shine, just like the big smile that appeared on his face.

“A worthy name!” he exclaimed. “Strong, recognizable, everything a noble steed deserves! Oh come here, buddy, have you found a new home? Serve my friend well, alright, don’t go slow on him!”

“I’m surrounded by idiots,” Impulse muttered into his hand, which Skizz thought was a given at this moment.

“He looks fast, Skizz,” Bdubs had already walked to the side of Gluestick and started to scratch his but. Gluestick seemed to like it, stretching out his neck to make a funny face by lifting his lips. Skizz laughed, as he had never seen a horse do that. “His coat glows, his tail is nice and full and – wait, are those shingles?”  

#what moment in my life had led to the moment of me writing fanfiction about minecraft horses?? #it doesn't really have a plot but I hold the silly horsenames of the hermits very close to my heart #also the gluestick to shingles story is funny to me #hermitcraft #hermitcraft season 10 #hermitfic #skizzleman #impulsesv #bdoubleo100 #grian #floef writes #little backstory: skizz renamed his horse to shingles when he himself got it lol

[floef-likes-everything]

Nightmares

From The Plan, part 5 of a series of fics exploring the platonic relationship between Eldritch!Etho and Celestial!Gem and how they plan to use the Watchers to get the Celestial Council off Etho's back.

This snippet ironically doesn't involve Gem but she does make an apperance.

“Do they wake you up at night?” it had been silent apart from the opening and closing of chests for the past minutes. Etho opened his eyes and turned to where the sound of Grians voice had come from. He was standing over a chest, unmoving and with his back to Etho. “The memories.”

“They do,” Etho answered honestly, watching how Grian slowly got up and turned around clutching a rather sad looking bouquet of red and purple flowers. “I’ve done plenty of things I’m not proud of.”

“I think that goes for everybody,” Grian said, turning the flowers in his hands. “I try to tell myself the good things count more than the bad but…”

“But the nightmares tell you differently,” Etho finished when Grians sentence trailed off. Grian had a neck for chaos and destruction and he had proven that again and again in the games. “Every now and then I wake up to Skizz begging me to kill him. To take his time and win it for him. I promised him I would make the best of his time.”

He knew the kill on his friend wasn’t anything malicious. He’d asked for it, it was a logical thing to do and Etho was honored Skizz asked him to make the final strike. But that didn’t mean the moment didn’t haunt Etho’s dreams.

“I used to dream about my duel against Scar every night for weeks after the first games,” Grian said and he walked up to Etho to sit next to him on the floor. “I remember us laughing in that moment, apologizing to each other until his voice was just… gone. He was gone.”

#my writing is being dramatic again #floef writes #mcyt fanfic #fanfiction #hermitcraft fanfic #life series fanfic #ethoslab #geminitay #grian #desertduo

[reconditarmonia]

Dear Chocolate Box 2021 Author

Hi! Thank you for writing for me! I’m reconditarmonia here and on AO3. I have anon messaging off, but mods can contact me with any questions.

Elsinore | Fullmetal Alchemist | The Locked Tomb | Motherland: Fort Salem | Simoun

General likes:

– Relationships that aren’t built on romance or attraction. They can be romantic or sexual as well, but my favorite ships are all ones where it would still be interesting or compelling if the romantic component never materialized.

– Loyalty kink! Trust, affectionate or loving use of titles, gestures of loyalty, replacing one’s situational or ethical judgment with someone else’s, risking oneself (physically or otherwise) for someone else, not doing so on their orders. Can be commander-subordinate or comrades-in-arms.

– Heists, or other stories where there’s a lot of planning and then we see how the plan goes.

– Femslash, complicated or intense relationships between women, and female-centric gen. Women doing “male” stuff (possibly while crossdressing).

– Stories whose emotional climax or resolution isn’t the sex scene, if there is one.

– Uniforms/costumes/clothing.

– Stories, history, and performance. What gets told and how, what doesn’t get told or written down, behavior in a society where everyone’s consuming media and aware of its tropes, how people create their personas and script their own lines.

General DNW: rape/dubcon, torture, other creative gore; unrequested AUs, including “same setting, different rules” AUs such as soulmates/soulbonds; PWP; food sex; embarrassment; focus on pregnancy; Christmas/Christian themes; focus on unrequested canon or non-canon ships; unrequested trans versions of characters.

Smut Likes: clothing, uniforms, sexual tension, breasts, manual sex, cunnilingus, grinding, informal d/s elements, intensity.

Requesting fic; open to art treats!

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Fandom: Elsinore

Relationship(s): Hamlet & Ophelia; Hamlet & Horatio & Ophelia; Bernardo & Hamlet & Laertes & Ophelia

I found the friendships in this game, and the different ways that characters can reconcile or try to find a way forward together, to be really sweet and moving, and I'd love to read something that focused on those relationships of trust and support. I like how important Ophelia and Horatio's counsel and friendship is in timelines where Hamlet becomes king; I like Hamlet regretting how he behaved towards Ophelia and striving to live through his depression and find out what it is that he wants, not what everyone else wants of him; I like seeing childhood friends Bernardo and Laertes and Ophelia and Hamlet, whose growing-up has stretched them so far apart, taking time to catch up and enjoy each other's company a little.

So, futurefic in one of the timelines where everything doesn't go to shit? A timeline that we don't see? (There is something narratively interesting to me in Permanence/Passion in that the entire plot of Hamlet ends up as a distant backstory to someone's full life; I don't know how compatible that idea is with these requests, but if you want to write any of these groups fucking off to Italy or Constantinople or London and living until the Elsinore pressure-cooker is a distant memory, I'd be just as happy with that as with fic about them building some kind of future together still in Denmark, trying to make it better for its people and to hold on to who they are as individuals, and friends, beyond their roles.) If you want to write Hamlet/Ophelia, Hamlet/Horatio, or for that matter Horatio/Bernardo as shippy, I'm fine with that, but I don't want a focus on the romantic aspects of their relationship.

Fandom-Specific DNW: death of requested characters within the timeline being explored, or focus on death of requested characters. These characters die in this game a lot and I don't need you to pretend entirely that it's not a time loop game, but I would like them to be happy. If you write the Bernardo & Hamlet & Laertes & Ophelia request, I'm fine with either or both names/pronouns for Bernardo|Katherine, but I don't want to read a story focused on their gender or coming-out. Please don't include Peter Quince as a character (you do not need to retcon, you know, the existence of the time loop).

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Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist

Relationship(s): Maria Ross/Olivier Mira Armstrong

I'll admit: I am a shallow, shallow person who loves the heartwarming and id-satisfying Briggs loyalty-kink complex (The watch! Buccaneer handing Olivier a clean pair of gloves after she kills Raven! Constant and deeply sincere saluting! Olivier’s explanation of why she wants Miles around and her lack of patience for anyone’s shit) but would like an f/f manifestation of it for actual shipping. Post-canon or AU where Maria is assigned to Briggs, or works for Olivier in Central? Does Maria foil a plot against Olivier, or Olivier save Maria's life in battle? Does Olivier order Maria into a firefight? Hit me.

Fandom-Specific DNW: Olivier/men, even mentioned.

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Fandom: The Locked Tomb

Relationship(s): Abigail Pent & Dulcinea Septimus; Gideon the First & Matthias Nonius

Dulcie and Nonius were two of my favorite additions to the cast in Harrow the Ninth (and Dulcie in "Doctor Sex" via letter). I loved everything we learned about Dulcie - her wit, her quick thinking in a pinch when confronted by Cytherea and her secret to Harrow. I found her "The only thing preventing me from being exactly who I wanted..." speech both genuinely moving and very funny, and I love her thirst for revenge. What else might she and Abigail Pent, "independent research? it isn't even my birthday!" daredevil spirit-talker par excellence who has just conjured up a ghost out of an epic poem, get up to after Harrow's bubble collapses? Or what were they up to when they weren't on screen in Harrow's dream, putting together this whole, well, play?

Nonius's arrival, entire scene, and departure to fight the Beast made me very, very happy on levels I have trouble explaining. It was so heartwarming?! Because it was impossible, and because poetry won, and because they went off to do the best they could...I don't know, exactly. I'd love to read either more about his mysterious past with Gideon the First, or about their second encounter as allies (throw in Marta, Ortus and Pro if you like as well!)

Fandom-Specific Exception: to my unrequested ships DNW, Dulcie/Cam & Dulcie/Pal. I love their three strand thing.

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Fandom: Motherland: Fort Salem

Relationship(s): Abigail Bellweather/Raelle Collar

I fell hard for this show and Abigail/Raelle is the ship I’m most excited about - they get off to a bad start for all kinds of personal history reasons and have problems with each other, but when it gets down to the wire Abigail would do anything for Raelle and is very gung-ho about having Raelle’s unconventional but extremely powerful magic under her leadership, regardless of Raelle being a loose cannon. She told her she loved her!! <3 And by the end, Raelle also clearly knows what Abigail's going through (like when she talks her down in "Citydrop"), respects her leadership, and cares deeply about her and wants to protect her in return. I love that loyalty dynamic, and their competence as fighters/witches.

Physical combat, strength in general, magical strength, ability to work magic together, knowledge of the magical canon vs. out-of-the-box techniques...what parts of their skills and their bond could be challenged in the weird dimension that the end of season 1 leaves them in? Or when they get back home and new challenges await? (In my head, the decision not to send them to War College is not revoked; the unit becomes some kind of special-forces secret strike team rather than cannon fodder.) Maybe something where Raelle goes/has gone into a fight as a berserker-type for Abigail and then comes back to her, or where Abigail protects/has protected her soldier (her girl!! I love her protectiveness of Raelle towards the other cadets, imagine it in a battle!)? Or an arranged marriage AU where it's usual for witch soldiers to marry to combine their magic power or something...

I would also be up for smut for them, especially something d/s-y where the loyalty-kinky dynamic of Raelle being Abigail's weapon, at her command, is echoed in sex!

Fandom-Specific DNW: sex solely for magical purposes without an emotional connection (sex for magical purposes is fine), focus on Raylla (I don't need you to retcon it, but please don't dwell either on Raelle still having feelings for Scylla or on her getting over Scylla for Abigail), Scylla bashing, Abigail/Adil (I would prefer to imagine, if he is mentioned in the fic, that they’re just friends).

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Fandom: Simoun

Relationship(s): Aer/Neviril; Aer/Neviril & Neviril/Paraietta; Aer/Neviril/Paraietta; Aer & Floef & Neviril & Paraietta & Rodoreamon & Vyuraf

Aer, and Aer/Neviril, really grew on me on my recent rewatch. I appreciated her more as the determined bit-of-a-loose-cannon, who grows into a respected role in the choir, than the manic pixie this time, and noted Neviril's comments about how she was drawn to Aer's determination. (I've written a lot more about what I love and am interested in about Neviril and the show in general, her journey of figuring out what it means to her exactly to lead an air force, here.) I'd love to know what happens to them post-canon - what is the "new world" and their travel in it like? It's an escape for them, sure, but what are they escaping to, not just from? Are there problems there, too?

I'd also be up for a poly situation where Neviril is involved with both Aer and Paraietta, her long-loyal second-in-command whom she's blessed and forgiven, as a V where they're friends or as a triangle where Aer and Paraietta are also involved (I don't quite know what that leg of the triangle would look like but I do like how they work together in battle even when they're shown as having personal issues.)

If Neviril and Aer make it back to the main world when war is brewing again, as at the end of the series, but their old cohort can't fly anymore, what do they see their role as being? Does Neviril see herself as a leader for peace, for war, for something else? How do they interact with their former squadmates, whether as part of a more plotty piece or not?

I could be interested in explicit fic for this canon, as an option - the series is, on some level, about the contrast between the reality and physicality of their bodies and the general perception of what they do (which even in its non-spiritual military capacity is removed from a connection to their bodies via the Simoun aircraft), about becoming an adult, and of course about gender.

Fandom-Specific DNW: I'm not really interested in Kaim and Alty and would prefer for them not to appear or for their backstory to come up. I would also not like to see pre-timeskip Dominuura/Limone.

#dear author letters

[floef-likes-minecraft]

A Whole New World

In loving memory of Gluestick, who died during the charity stream because of a creeper explosion.

Words: 406

“Gluestick, buddy, come here,” Skizz not be a horse whisperer, but him and his trusty steed had been through so much together they understood each other on a spiritual level. Now that Skizz had acquired the gift of flight, he was terrified Gluestick might never look at him the same. The horse in golden armor looked up lazily, clearly responding to his name.

“I don’t want you to feel like I’m abandoning you, mkay?” Skizz started, putting his arm around the horses neck to give him a hug. Gluestick huffed, but didn’t move.

“I’m not replacing you with an elytra. I’m not putting you in the eternal grazing fields, it’s just that I know this is better for both of us. We’ll still have plenty of trips to our friends, don’t you even worry buddy! You’ll see Pluto and cOW and Skipper and we ride around magic mountain so many times you won’t believe it. But I can’t make you run for miles and miles every time I need to go to a desert or every time I need to venture out to long forgotten corners of this Server. I certainly won’t make you go to the nether, buddy, that is so dangerous for you!”

Gluestick pressed his head to Skizz back, which he thought meant something like a hug in horse talk. His eyes teared up and he sniffled before continuing.

“Please don’t be mad at me,” he said, softer now. “I’ll build you a beautiful stables, I promise! Right along the water, or next to the pyramid. Heck, I’ll build it inside the pyramid if you want! Mode of transportation is ever changing, like how I changed from just walking to making you my friend and steed. Just know that I would’ve taken you to the sky did I have the chance, I would show you the world! A whole new world a horse had never seen before! Heck, you’d be the first flying horse Gluestick, and it would be amazing. You know what, I’m going to make that happen.”

Skizz took a step back, Gluestick not quite wanting to let go of him and stretching his neck out to his owner as he stepped away. Gluesticks nostrils flared as he bumped his nose to Skizz’ pocket.

“Oh, you – “ Skizz reached in his pocket to pull out two golden carrots that had been there for probably a day to long. “You want these?”

#gluestick you will forever live on in our hearts #gluestick was honestly my favorite of all the hermits horses #hermitcraft #hermitcraft season 10 #hermitblr #hermitfic #skizzleman #floef writes

[floef-likes-minecraft]

Complaint

“I’m filing an official complaint,” Gem slammed the desk to get Grians attention but he didn’t even bother looking up from the game he was playing on his communicator.

“We don’t have a form for that,” he muttered. His tie was crooked today, as if he couldn’t bother looking proper for the one hour he had to be in the office. There were a handful of other Hermits lingering around the building but when they had seen Gems furious expression they had all backed off. Maybe she could finally persuade Grian to do some work.

“I don’t care, I’m filing it to your face,” Gem persisted. “You make your permits my problem, so you deal with it.”

“I’ll add it to the list,” Grian answered, loose gesturing vaguely in the air. “Which I’ll come to… probably next week. It’s very busy, as you can see.”

“You’ve made Joel put eyes in my skull, made Scar loop around my lighthouse and there was something going on with my powerlines,” Gem continued, both hands on the counter now. They were still a bit grimy from working on the docks, but Grian had to deal with that. He used to love it, working on the docks, until this job sucked every bit of joy out of him. “You are going to help me.”

“I thought you said you were filing a complaint,” Grian finally looked up, but the melody of the game he was playing still rung in the background. It seemed to be some sort of card game. “You are going to have to be very clear on what you want here, ma’am.”

“I – “ Gem took a deep breath, grounding herself. She was going to feed this office worker to her anglerfish one day and she only had to deal with him for ten seconds. “In that case I would like to do two things. One, file a complaint. Two, request a change to one of my permits. Is that clear enough for you?”

“I’m going to have to look for the correct form,” Grian answered deadpan, after which he pulled up a little sign and put it right between Gems hands. “Please hold.”

He left his desk so fast Gem couldn’t even reach over to grab him by that crooked tie to keep him here. Music started to play from speakers all around the office and Gem heard some other Hermits groan and Joel seemed so done with it he actually left. Grian was gone for a good five minutes, which was a long time given he only worked of an hour and when he returned he seemed somewhat annoyed when he found Gem still waiting.

“You are still here,” he stated, one eyebrow raised.

“Yes, because I need you to do you job,” Gem said, speaking slowly like you would to a toddler. “Like we do ours, by selling what we are supposed to sell.”

“Please don’t take that tone with me, ma’am,” he answered as he pulled up one flimsy piece of paper. “Do I have to call security on you?”

“You… have security?” Gem said, genuinely surprised. Who would want to work for this place? Grian gestured with his chin and when Gem turned, she found Skizz standing near one of the walls with crossed hands and a pair of sunglasses. He even had an earpiece in, which clearly wasn’t connected to anything as the coord just dangled over his shoulder. Having Skizz as a security guard was a… choice.

When Gem turned back, she was met with the form laying in front of her and yet another sign, which said something different. Grian, however, was nowhere to be seen and that same music had started playing again.

On break, back in a few.

#Gem is stubborn enough to just stay at the permit office 24/7 i feel like #also she deserves to have her permit changed for how much Grian puts her through by demanding everybody to do things with her base #geminitay #grian #hermitcraft season 10 #hermitcraft #hermitfic #floef writes

[floef-likes-minecraft]

Exploration

From Exploration, a short fic about Gem and Etho exploring in the early days of Season 10 of Hermitcraft.

“You wanted Sniffer eggs, right?” Etho squinted, looking at the horizon as if he could spot eggs like that. As far as Gem was aware, he couldn’t. Then again you could never be sure with Etho. Maybe his Eldritch powers included x-ray vision. “That means we need a warm ocean. Do you know any oceans around?”

“You were supposed to be the directions guy,” Gem laughed. “But I believe if we follow the river and go around that island there, we should hit an ocean. Impulse said we should anyway.”

“In Impulse we trust in that case,” Etho concluded before the two started to descend the gigantic Cherry Grove plateau. Xisuma had managed to find the most beautiful Seed, with large plains dotted with mountain plateau’s and crossed with rivers. Everybody was sticking relatively close together, though not as close as last Server. While that had been great, Hermits were still Hermits and liked their personal space.

Before Gem could, Etho had produced a boat and pushed it into the water. He hopped in, offering Gem a hand before taking the oars. Gem didn’t complain as that meant Etho would be doing the hard work and she could just do some sightseeing. The start of a new Server was always exciting, but also a bit strange. Everything was untouched, there were still deserts filled with sand an plains with plenty of grass. Doc hadn’t managed to brainwash the zombies and Bdubs hadn’t wrangled up all horses in the immediate vicinity. It was pure and beautiful and new.

Not for long, however, because a Celestial and Eldritch were rowing a boat across the ocean. Sometimes Gem still wondered how she had ended up in this situation.

#floef writes #mcyt fanfiction #hermitcraft fanfiction #ethoslab #geminitay #i put them on a beach and made them talk #i also lorified redstone which is cool i guess??

[floef-likes-everything]

Joel had never felt this tired in his life. He knew what it was to work hard, to grind and build until the death of night or until the sun would rise again. He'd been knee deep in red sand and had haggled for quartz more than any person he knew. And yet today had been the most tiresome he had ever had.

And that was a good thing. As he sat on the edge of a cliff overlooking spawn where plenty of his friends still scurried around in the fading light of the setting sun. He was a part of this now. Of this Server, this... family.

"Hey there buddy," Skizz plopped down next to him, throwing an arm around his shoulder. "Crazy day, huh?"

"You could say that," Joel answered with a tired but happy smile after which the two enjoyed the view in silence.

Their houses were down their. Their storage, their stuff, their beds. In a couple of weeks they would move away to new locations, bigger places to make bigger builds to lose themselves in. They'd have neighbours, they'd have farms and chestmonsters and more plans then they'd be able to execute.

Home is a people. This was their home now.

#floef writes #hermitcraft #hermitcraft season 10 #smallisbeans #skizzleman #hermitfic

[floef-likes-everything]

A delicious treat.

// cw: slightly suggestive

A familiar smell reached Martyn over the stale island breeze and led him back to the center of town. He had been minding his own business at home, organizing all the bounty he had accumulated on his last adventure. It had been a rough one, but those were best as those gave him the most treasure and gold to bring back. He never returned empty handed, he couldn’t. He was afraid the Kestrels would let him walk the plank for that.

Now, however, he was on a mission to spend money. He liked spending the gold he’d acquired over his journeys, money had to roll. He’d invest in large ships, in his armor and equipment. He however also bought things just for the pleasure of it, something he was about to do right now.

He came upon the stall with a watering mouth. The delicious treats that were displayed out in the open seemed to lure everyone around in but Martyn managed to get himself to the front of the group of curious townsfolk. There they were, a rare and tasty snack. Only some could understand the true delight of something like that touching your tongue and sliding down your throat.

They came at a cost, but that was something Martyn was very willing to pay. He knew of other Kestrels who did so and while it was a shame he had to share a treasure like this he understood. This snack was hard to resist once you got a taste and Martyn was starving for it. He had been on the high seas for so long. He managed well the first coupe of days, living off that last taste but now he was desperate.

But he was back on the Faction Isles and there was no need to stall this long awaited reunion. There they were, for all and everybody do see but nobody understood them like Martyn did. Nobody appreciated what they could do to your body and wellbeing, it was something so special to receive.

Oh, and of course there were the dumplings in Scotts stand as well.  

#we are just talking about dumplings #what were you thinking?? #inthelittlewood #scott smajor #pirates smp #pirates smp fanfic #scurvyblr #floef writes #suggestive

[floef-likes-everything]

Nightingale Adventure

(Based on Apo's lore stream of 28-8)

They hadn’t been sailing for more than an hour when the weather had turned sour. Apo didn’t understand how, because when they left the port there was not a cloud in sight. He liked to think he could predict the weather quite accurately now, but today had proven him wrong. The worst part was that he had decided to board Acho’s ship instead of going on his own, which meant he was just a passenger. Acho knew how to sail and with a good crew of Nightingales there really was nothing to worry about. Still, when the first lightning bolt struck the sea Apo couldn’t help but flinch.

“Lightning scared ya, Apo?” Michaela noticed, a smirk on her face as together they undid the ropes that held the small sail down. With winds like this, they really didn’t need all sails up to keep them going. Will and Graecie were up in the mast, hoisting the sail upwards and fastening it.

“Caught me off guard,” Apo deflected. A little storm didn’t faze him, he’d sailed in too many storms to get scared this easily. “I just hadn’t expected a storm to roll in this suddenly.”

“I agree with that,” she said, trying to wipe the thick hair out of her face as she looked up into the mast, where the other two were working hard to tie the sail down. Acho, from behind the wheel, was shouting out orders to the rest of the crew but Apo couldn’t hear him over the sound of the waves. “I’m happy we went with Acho, their ship is by far one of the best from our fleet. No offence.”

“None taken,” Apo muttered, though he would’ve loved it if they had decided to take his ship and let him be the captain. “Do you really think we are going to run into Aimsey on that island?”

“I hope we do,” Michaela’s expression hardened. From what Apo managed to piece together, Michaela knew Aimsey pretty well. She had told him a little about how their families were very good friends and that that was the reason Michaela had come to the Faction Isles in the first place. She was supposed to stay with them for a while, but due to bad weather she arrived later than expected and at that point disaster had already struck. She was told only snippets for what supposedly happened to Aimsey and today the Nightingales hoped to uncover more of what happened that mysterious night. Apo sometimes still had nightmares about the storm and those nasty, purple tentacles.

“Land ho!” Ros yelled from high up in the crows nest. She was brave staying there with this wind, though Apo assumed she was too scared to climb down at all. She was lovely, truly lovely and a true Nightingale at heart but she wasn’t the best pirate. She had however been determined to go along on this venture. She had been so adamant about it that nobody had dared to tell her no.

Acho gestured for Apo to join them, so he swiftly made his way over to them across the slippery deck. He almost stumbled on the stairs, but managed to keep himself upright to present himself to his friend. Acho had been so stoic this journey, as if they had something to prove. Despite them being new to the faction, they were amongst family. They didn’t have to prove their worth to this crew.

“With the weather like this, I can’t dock safely,” they explained to Apo. “I’ll get as close to the shore as I possibly can, but we’ll have to take the sloop to the docks.”

“But we docked safely in that first storm,” Apo argued. “With an entire fleet, even. Sure, the weather is a bit worse than that night but – “

“I won’t put my ship in jeopardy,” Acho interrupted him, set on their own plan. “We had some very good sailors leading the way, that night. We can’t afford losing this ship, we’ll be marooned.”

“Then why did you ask?” Apo said, confused by what Acho wanted from him.

“To inform you to prepare the sloop,” Acho recovered with just a slight hesitation in their voice. “We’ll drop the anchor here. I’ll gather Ros, Will, Graecie and Michaela. The rest of the crew will stay here.”

Apo opted to not go against his friend again and just do as he was told. Acho was on edge, for good reason in all honesty. They were still a bit weary of Willow, the Nightingale that had just come back from a rather large and long journey. He’d been with the Faction for years already, so he knew how things were run amongst their family. Apo somehow assumed Acho felt threatened by that. They must come from a very demanding environment, but Apo didn’t want to get into business he wasn’t supposed to. If Acho want to tell him about their past, they would.  

So, as Acho gathered the Nightingales that would go to shore, Apo prepared the sloop. It wasn’t much and it would be a hell of a job to get this thing to the island that was just about visible through the rain. It wasn’t particularly far and the waves weren’t nearly as bad as on the open seas, but they would have to work hard to row against the tide. Nightingales were though, however, especially when they said their mind to something. With some struggle and good directional ques from Ros, the six of them managed to get the sloop to the deserted docks. When everybody had set foot on solid land and the wood creaked under their feet, they took a look at the island before them.

Apo could feel his mouth drop. It didn’t look anything like the last time he had been here. The goop was gone, the purple tentacles that had engulfed the small seaside down where either gone or had turned to solid stone. It was deserted, as it had been before and cold wind and rain swept against his face. If only he could be back in their tavern with a keg of ale in his hand near the warm fire. But no, they had to set sail to this wretched place they already knew. They weren’t Herons, who looked to discovery every mystery of the world. They weren’t Kestrels, looking for treasure even in places like this. They certainly weren’t Kite, despite them looking for one now.

“This is not what I remember from being here last time,” Graecie was the first one to break the silence. “Where… why has everything turned to stone?”

“I’ve been here once after Aimsey disappeared,” Acho said, which was yet another piece of information Apo wasn’t aware of. “It was a couple of weeks ago, I think, and by that point the stone was already – wait, did you see that?”

Acho pointed towards the sky and Apo had to pull out his spyglass to even see they were pointing to the top of a mountain. He saw nothing but rain and rocks, so he turned to his friend with slight concern.

“I see nothing,” he stated, though Acho looked as if they’d seen a ghost. “It must’ve been the lightning.”

“No, I swear to the Sun God,” Acho argued. Their white hair was plastered to their face and they squinted to look into the distance, the spyglass on their hip entirely forgotten. “There it is again, take a look!”

They pointed, sprinting forward a few steps until Graecie caught them by the collar. Apo followed the gesture with his eyes, but he still had no idea what Acho was talking about.

“What is it, Acho?” Ros asked, her soft voice barely carrying over the sounds of the storm.

“The purple particles!” Acho argued as they turned around, brushing Gracie off. “I – I’m not crazy!”

“We don’t say you are,” Ros assured them with a weak smile. “But let’s not go running off on our own. We already lost a friend here, we wouldn’t want to lose another.”

Ros was the kindest soul Apo had ever met, and he knew quite some people. Yet, on the entire Faction Isles there wasn’t a person as compassionate as Ros. If Apo had to describe what it was to be a Nightingale, he would pick Ros as an example. She would do anything for her faction, even if that particular thing wasn’t in her skill set. If you asked Ros for help, she would drop everything to come to your aid. She cared for her crew.

“I see it too!” Michaela then yelled, pointing to a wildly different spot Acho had earlier. All six of them turned their heads and now, Apo couldn’t deny it. There was something purple far up the mountain, something small and moving. For a moment he thought of cruppy, that weird little creature Olive had encountered on this very island. It had somehow followed them all the way back to the Faction Isles and it seemed to like it there. Yet, this was different as purple particles seemed to flow in the air, clearly visible despite the darkness and the rain. Mere seconds before it blinked out of existence, Apo swore he saw a pair of eyes.

“Where did it go?” Acho questioned and from that point onward, nobody seemed to keep Ros’ warning in mind. Acho was the first to run away, making their way further into the town looking for a way up into the mountains. Michaela followed in their footsteps with her sword in hand. With two already gone, the four remaining Nightingales had little choice but to follow the crew. Apo fell behind as he tried to pinpoint the location of the strange visage again.

There! He spotted it, near where the rest of the crew had gone of to. Through is spyglass he could take a closer look. He had been right, it was more than just particles! There was a figure amongst the strange magic, a face lined in dark hair and shrouded in purple.

“Aimsey…?” Apo muttered aloud, his voice lost to the rain. The appearance looked like them, but he didn’t remember Aimsey being purple. Had they been here the entire time? Why hadn’t they returned to the Faction Isles?

“Aimsey… were are you going?” Apo yelled it into the wind, but the question didn’t seem to land. As his crew scrambled their way up the mountain, the visage had already moved. Apo got into motion, making his way over the slippery rocks and through the mud, battling to keep his balance. They might not be Herons, but this was a discovery worth chasing after. They had come here so Will and Michaela could witness this island for themselves, but none of them had anticipated a chase like this. Had Apo hoped to find Aimsey here? Sure, but he wanted the Aimsey he knew. They had been very welcoming when he arrived at the Faction Isles despite the reputation of the Kites.

“We should take different routes to this mountain!” at some point, Acho was close enough for Apo to hear them. “Take the left, Apo. We think it’s Aimsey!”

It was good to know Apo wasn’t the only one that thought so. He followed Acho’s instructions without giving it much thought, keeping his eye on what they thought to be Aimsey through his spyglass. It moved fast, way to fast for a regular human. Once he had reached the place it had been earlier, it had moved far away. Air started to burn in his lungs and he didn’t know how much time had passed when he found himself on a muddy shore, all alone and in the dark.

“This isn’t going to work,” he muttered to himself, turning around slowly in hopes to spot his crew. He didn’t, however, so he opted to return to the dock where they had set foot earlier. When he finally arrived, soaked to the bone as he had to wade through waist deep water to get back, he found that others had made the same decision. Acho was waiting alongside Will and Graecie. They, much like Apo, had their hair and clothes stuck to their skin because of the weather.

“Apo!” Will sounded delighted to see Apo. “Have you caught them? Have you caught Aimsey?”

“No,” Apo said, still catching his breath. “Did they look weird to you as well? They looked… purple, despite those weird particles.”

“Something is off about this place,” Graecie confirmed. “We… we didn’t get close enough to them to ask them anything. What concerns me more, where are Ros and Michaela?”

Acho snapped to attention as if he hadn’t noticed they were missing two of their crew members before that. The two must still be on their way to the docks, Apo told himself. Sure, this island hadn’t taken another soul. He wouldn’t believe that.

“I – Let me go look for them,” Acho decided all on their own and before the others could go against it, they had already disappeared into the town. Apo opted to go after them for a moment, but that meant he had to leave Will and Graecie behind on the docks. Acho could fend for himself, Apo considered them to be one of the Nightingales best swordspeople.

“When you told me you’d show me a special place, this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind,” Will said as the rain started to die down. Apo had no idea how long they had been running around the island, chasing Aimsey, but he swore he could see the beginnings of daylight at the horizon.

“Well, we weren’t exactly expecting to run into an adventure quite like this,” Graecie admitted. She pulled her hair together to wring the water out of it, shifting her eyepatch in the process. She quickly put it back into position. “Do you guys think we should tell anybody at the Faction Isles?”

Apo hadn’t even thought about that yet. Was a wild goose chase on this mystic figure really something they wanted? Sure, Apo wanted to know what was happening here but not at the cost of any more lives. Some mysteries where better left uncovered.

“The Herons might be helpful in this endeavor,” Will opted. “They love their mysteries, if I remember correctly. If anybody knows something about this, it must be them.”

He was right, the Herons might just know a thing or two. Maybe the Herons that roamed the Factions Isles right now had never encountered anything like this, but those of old might just have. Apo knew of their vast library with maps and documents. He was happy he didn’t have to add anything to it.

“Michaela, they are here!” Ros turned a corner and suddenly, she and Michaela had made it to the dock. Their sudden appearance startled Apo, though he hoped he had concealed that first reaction good enough. Michaela still had her sword out, gripped tightly at the hilt. There had been a point at which Apo had questioned if she hadn’t been more on her place with the Kites, but she never meant any real harm with her threats. The Kites did, Apo had had enough running ins with them.

“I touched the cloud,” Michaela stuttered and Ros instantly wrapped an arm around her to console her. “I… they were there. They were friendly. The cloud didn’t hurt me.”

Apo couldn’t really string together what she meant by that, but he didn’t dare to ask. She seemed shaken by whatever had happened to her. All that mattered was that both of them had gotten back safely.

“Great, and now Acho is running around looking for the two of you,” Graecie sighed. “He’ll be smart enough to return swiftly, right? – Oh, speak of the devil.”

Acho reappeared on the other side of the dock, but clocked the group quickly enough. They came running towards them, boots splashing on the waterlogged planks and their coat swirling around their legs.

“Is everybody alright?” they asked and Apo couldn’t help but notice he didn’t sound particularly out of breath. That was impressive, in all fairness. “Have you caught the… whatever that was?”

“It’s Aimsey,” Michaela said with confidence. “Or… it looks like them. Something is off with this island, with them, I don’t know! We should do something.”

Apo had never struck Michaela as someone desperate, but she sure sounded like it. Of course she was, she just wanted to safe her friend.

“We should ask the Herons for advice,” Graecie said, repeating her earlier thought. “If anybody has the information, they do.”

“No Herons!” Acho almost yelled, which wasn’t necessary anymore as the storm had settle down just as suddenly as is had appeared. “It – this doesn’t concern them at all. If anything, we should inform the Kites. Aimsey is one of them, after all.”

“I’d rather not talk to the Kites,” Michaela said and a frown appeared on her face. “One of them keeps threatening me he’ll murder me once I set foot off the Isles. Some of them are… a bit wicked. Aimsey was the most reasonable of them. I like the idea of going to the Herons.”

“What about the Kestrels?” Acho continued, clearly not happy with the idea of going to the Herons. “Wasn’t Aimsey quite close with one of them?”

“With Guqqi, you mean?” Apo had to dig deep in his memory to come up with that name. “The one person who also went missing on the same night?”

“We don’t know if she’s missing,” Acho said, though Apo doubted anybody had heard from her since she had taken off with those cloaked fellas. Apo didn’t talk to the Kestrels that much, there was only Martyn he could sometimes have a normal conversation with but the others were just to stuck up with themselves. Apo didn’t think he could ever be that selfish.

“How about we discuss this back at the Faction Isles?” Ros proposed as more light started to spill over the now calmed down ocean. “We should all get a chance of dry clothes, we’ll get sick like this.”

There was a grumbling agreement and in a somewhat awkward silence, the crew returned to the sloop. Apo couldn’t help but wonder why Acho seemed to have such an aversion to talking to the Herons. He thought the Herons to be quite pleasant to be around as long as you didn’t start about their achievements. Once they started their tales, they wouldn’t stop talking no matter what you tried.

As they rowed back to the ship, Apo threw one last glance back at the island. Now, with the light of day creeping in long shadows were cast over the stony structures looking very much like tentacles. All of the stone had been purple once, whatever had happened to it for it to look like this? Apo was afraid they might never know, which in turn would mean there was little chance they would get Aimsey back. Whatever had happened to them, Apo could only pray the thing that did it stayed on that island.   

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This was my first time tuning into an Apo lore stream and I might just tune into a bunch more, as I had a blast! Also, I'll protect Ros with my life she is so very dear to me.

(also please to scream at me if I got any pronouns wrong by mistake)

#pirates smp #scurvyblr #ggacho #apokuna #roscumber #graecie #michaela darkeyebrows #willowmvp #pow creations #aimseytv #floef writes #pirates smp fanfic

[floef-likes-everything]

Sun God

The Sun God was fascinated by these Players. These Players who were pirates, running around his realm and wreaking havoc. He could’ve chosen to stay hidden, like he always had, but after intervening just one time they all started to talk about him. It had started with one, then another one tagged in and before the Sun God knew it, they could all see him. That was how faith worked: the more Players believed in something, the more powerful it became. The sunflakes were something the Sun God hadn’t been able to do for a very long time.

Not every Player reacted the same to him. There were those who where startled when he was around, which he couldn’t blame them for. He tried to leave them alone, only helping them if they really needed him. Others barely acknowledged him and he suspected there were even some Players left who had no idea he existed. For them it was maybe better that it stayed that way.

Apart from those types of Players, there were those who would wake up and look for his sunflakes on the sea breeze. They built shrines and shouted his names into the air. They talked about him with the inhibitants of the town, who he suspected got his name around in the first place. The Sun God enjoyed watching them go around, visiting them from time to time. If they particularly amused him, he sometimes gave them little gifts. They were nothing most of the time, just a banana or a lost bag of gold but they always acted like that gesture alone had saved their life.

There was one Player in particular who seemed to have taken more than just a liking to him. He spoke to him so casually, the Sun God had never struck fear in him. Not even after rumors of what he had done to other Players, this particular Player would always strike up a casual conversation with the Sun God. He didn’t always answer, but the Player didn’t seem to mind. He was good company to be around in all honesty, his adventures were exciting and he showed some real skill.

This one time he had called out to him in distress. Stranded on the open ocean with his atlas lost to the waves. He sounded in proper distress, looking around his ship and the waters around him to no avail. He was soaked to the bone as he had jumped into the sea to try and reclaim his map, but he was left empty handed. Normally, the Sun God wouldn’t intervene this much into the Players life. Their atlas' were their own responsibility, as they were very personal belongings. But this Player seemed so lost and the Sun God knew him well enough to know he wouldn’t just displace his atlas. So, with a hand over his heart he had granted the Player his belonging back, needing to seriously pull on the strings of the Universe to even be able to retrieve it. Yet, he thought his Player deserved it.

The Sun God sometimes caught the Player mumbling to himself. Not to the rats living in his boots and backpack, but just to the winds. Sun God hadn’t pieced together what he was talking about in particular, but it seemed like he was talking to an individual called Doc. He wondered if this Doc was another God perhaps, another Celestial being he didn’t know the existence off. To be honest, the Sun God had never left his own realm so he wouldn’t know if there were others like him. He just assumed.

So the Sun God wouldn’t be surprised if this Player had a tendency of talking to powerful beings like himself. He was one of the Players with the more… vague backstories, so to say. The Sun God had never heard him talk about his past with other Players, not a single mentions about what he did before he decided to become a Pirate. There had been something about rats, but rats were something common.

As long as this Doc figure wouldn’t intervene with his realm, the Sun God was happy. He made his little pocket realms for lost Players to escape to, though not every one of them was as friendly. This one seemed friendly, but something was lurking in the deep ocean for these Players to discover. That would be later, however. For now, all they had to worry about were their little bounties and the townsfolk. His pets would find them later.  

#pirates smp #inthelittlewood #LORE #I just like to think SG does have favorites #and Martyn in on top of that list #floef writes

[floef-likes-everything]

In which Scott is a little selfish.

Storm clouds had gathered above the Secret Keeper, which was a sign for what was to come. Scott had forced himself to the center of their small world in the middle of the night, just like the winners had said to do during the Nights of Peace. Once very few nights, the Players kept to their own bases. Nobody left their homes, nobody got a task, nobody got hurt. The previous winners made that moment theirs to congregate and discuss their own, special secret task.

Which was to make sure Jimmy made it to the end of the game. At which they had failed terribly.

Scott didn’t feel like he was at fault, he had done what he could. He had prevented Jimmy from teaming with Scar. He had never touched him despite Jimmy going after him plenty of times. He hadn’t targeted him with any of the tasks the Secret Keeper had given him. Not the malicious one’s anyway.

Martyn teamed with Jimmy, which was one of the more forward attempts of making sure Jimmy would come out on top. The downside was that Martyn really didn’t thrive under the rules of these games: Martyn was reckless and impulsive. He thrived under the chaotic and forgiving rules of last game, taking damage was irreversible this time around. Scott could only hope that seeing Martyn go to red so quickly had warned Jimmy at least a little bit. It hadn’t been enough, however.

Pearl had kept her distance, as he always had. Fate made her team with other people, she had said. She wasn’t going to force herself to save Jimmy this early in the game. She wanted these games to end just as much as everybody else but she didn’t think their help to Jimmy should be obvious.

Then, there was Grian. Grian, who had had all his memories about these games from the very start, who had been so close to Jimmy for so long. He’d teamed with him two, technically three times now and he’d been at least partially responsible for his death just as many times. One time, he straight up killed him. The other time his suggestion of getting a kill off Skynet had become his downfall. Now, his task had forced him and Etho to bring to monsters to the overworld. Grians wither might not have directly killed Jimmy, but he was just as much to blame as Etho for the deaths today.

Despite all of this, Scott wasn’t particularly upset. Jimmy winning this game would mean their end, which was good, but it would also mean something else. It would mean Jimmy would remember, he would remember all of it. Every game, every alliance, every betrayal, every home he had had. That last was what terrified Scott. What if his home with Jimmy wouldn’t be his favorite. What if Jimmy didn’t feel the same about him anymore? Scott had thought about it hard and far to long. He’d rather have Jimmy not remember anything than him choosing anybody else over Scott. What if he had enjoyed his forced partnership with Tango more? What if he had had more fun with this short alliance he had had with Martyn? Scott didn’t think he could live with that knowledge.

You could call him selfish, but he believed it wasn’t much compared to the felonies some other Players here had committed. If anything, Grian was to blame for being the cause of these games in the first place. Scott was a victim just as much as everybody else here. Jimmy wouldn’t return his love because he couldn’t, he didn’t remember those early feelings and apparently they hadn’t been strong enough to flare up again. That was why Scott had been so worried: if him and Jimmy had somehow ended up together again and again each game he would be fine. But now, he more often stood against Jimmy, them being on the other side of a conflict. If Jimmy would remember Scott was sure he would leave him and he couldn’t live with that.

These games wouldn’t stop anytime soon, because Jimmy wouldn’t win anytime soon. And if it would ever get to that, Scott would make sure he wouldn’t make it.

#Scott is a selfish little bitch but I love him for it #my headcanon is that only winners remember. which makes everything so much more dramatic #there might be a part two in which Martyn absolutely destroys Grian #trafficshipping #trafficblr #flowerhusbands #secret life smp #scott smajor #trafficblr fanfic #fanfiction #mcyt fanfiction #floef writes

[floef-likes-everything]

Etho was not expecting visitors today. Generally, the other Hermits messaged him if they wanted to come over. His base wasn’t close to Spawn Village and the other bigger bases, so most wanted to know if he was even home. Etho was glad it was that way, because now he barely had any unexpected visitors when he was working. He didn’t always like it when he was in a zone, be it with building or designing redstone, to be interrupted. Today he was working on the entrance of his base, which also served as a treefarm. When no tree was planted, only the floating dirt in the middle of the room gave away the entrance had another function than just looking pretty.

This time around, Etho had decided to make his home a bit more like what he was used to seeing when growing up. The abstract shapes and purple colors reminded him of a home far away and long forgotten. A home he was glad to have grown up in, but equally as glad he had left.

Etho hadn’t even noticed Gem until she announced herself with a polite cough. It spooked him but he managed to keep his cool. He greeted her shortly before jumping down from one of the ridges he was decorating. It was a big jump, but he managed to land without much trouble.

“What made you make your way all the way to the jungle?” Etho managed to ask, pushing the slight annoyance he felt at her unannounced visit aside. It wasn’t as if he didn’t like to be around other Hermits, he just liked it to be on his own terms. Gem was still a bit unsettling to him at times despite this being her second Season with the Hermits. She always presented herself so calm and lovely, but in reality she was a ruthless warrior. Etho had experienced that first hand himself, he didn’t think his fighting skills had fallen behind that much. Yet, when he faced Gem a while back he just couldn’t land a hit for the life of him. Every strike she landed on him seemed to damage him so much more than it should’ve.

“I’ve something to confess to you,” she said right of the bat. She had stopped on the top of the stairs as if she didn’t dare to take a single step into the interior of the building. “Can I come in?”

“Sure, feel welcome,” Etho said without thinking about it, gesturing widely with his arm. He wouldn’t turn her away now that she had come this entire way. “There isn’t really any place to sit down yet, I’m afraid. This is just going to be the entrance of the build.”

“Well, it’s already beautiful,” Gem said as she stepped over the doorstep. “I love the fact you added some greenery to those dark walls. It really adds something, you know.”

“Don’t you think the glowberries are a bit much?” Etho followed her gaze to the foliage he had put at the top of the black and purple walls. He wanted to add something there but he wasn’t yet sure if the glowberries that he had placed there now where the correct choice.

“The subtle lightning they add is a very nice touch,” she said, frowning slightly. “But maybe trim them down a little bit, put them in a bit more sporadically than what you have now. I think that will make it a bit less busy.”

Etho nodded to himself and made sure to remember that. He had seen the base Gem was building from a distance many times and she was really good at placing foliage around her place. The white palace looked fabulous on top of that mountain, almost divine.

“It’s very… alien,” she noted. “In a good way, that is. That word above the door, it isn’t Galactic right?”

Etho turned to the sign Gem was looking at. He had needed something to add to a blank wall and in a wave of nostalgia he had decided to start writing in his first language.

“It isn’t,” Etho confirmed with slight surprise. “You spotted that very well. It’s, eh, it’s a long dead language by now.”

It was dead to Etho, but he was sure his kin still used it to communicate. As long as they didn’t use it to communicate with him, he was content. Gem tilted her head, her red hair falling over her shoulder and squinted at the short word.

“Does is say ‘exit’?” she then asked out of the blue. “Or maybe excite – no, that has to many letters.”

“How do you know that?” all of a sudden, Etho didn’t feel as comfortable anymore. Nobody but him was supposed to be able to read this on this Server. To all the other Hermits it should look like gibberish, like just some random blocks placed as some weird art. Gem had recognize it as a language within a heartbeat and even seemed to be able to read it to some extent. Etho had never learned why Gem had joined the Hermits as he didn’t want to stuck his nose in places it didn’t belong. Hermits kept their pasts to themselves, most of the time, but now he had gotten very curious as to where and why Gem had learned his language.  

“I – that is the reason I’ve come,” Gem took a step backwards and away from Etho, her hands clasped before her body in a nervous way. “I should’ve told you this way earlier but it wasn’t safe until now.”

Etho didn’t like this mysterious behavior, it was not something he was used to from Gem. Gem was always happy and cheerful and most of all very open. She was in for every prank and game if she was available and was never hesitant to help another Hermit out.

“Should I be scared?” Etho heard himself ask. He wanted to step away from Gem like she had from him, but his legs were frozen in place. What could it possibly be she had come to tell him that made her act like this? Most importantly, what had his home language to do with it?

“That is for you to decide,” she said in a cryptic way. “I – god, I never thought I would confess this to you but you’ve grown to be a good friend of mine, Etho. Alright, just spit it out Gem. I’ve joined this Server under a bit of a false gaze, so to say. You see, I’m not exactly your average Player, like a lot of Hermits. Like you.”

All of Etho’s instincts told him to run, to get out of this confined space he now shared with Gem. He had been hunted for long enough to recognize this as a potential trap. She talked him down only to jump when his guard was down. But Gem, despite the great warrior she was, wouldn’t do something like that. She wasn’t as ruthless as he had once been, in another life.

“I have kind of come here to… well, for lack of better words hunt you down,” Gem smiled awkwardly but the horror showing on Etho’s fade made it fade quickly.

“I want you to know that it no longer my intention,” she thus quickly added. “You don’t hurt a fly if you can help it. But I – I had to tell you, Etho.”

“Who are you really?” Etho demanded. He summoned his axe, which made him feel only slightly safer. He would lose a direct fight against Gem, she had proven that plenty enough.

“I’ve been send by the Celestial Court,” Gem raised her hands to show she carried no ill intent and her form shimmered. Her elven like appearance disappeared to reveal something that looked like it, but was clearly different. Her antlers grew bigger and changed color to black with golden engravings. Thin and butterfly like wings appeared behind her and two intertwining and bright halo’s floated around her head. Etho staggered backwards, his eyes hurting by the light she now emitted. An actual Celestial had found him, after all these years. He hadn’t accounted for that.

“They still want your head, Red Wizard.”

“I no longer carry that name,” Etho scoffed, surprised to hear it at all. He never dabbled in actual magic, but Players named everything they didn’t know magic. Redstone was a science, no magic, but the first Villagers believed it to be unnatural and because of that evil. They had to blame someone for this strange technology and with their strong imagination they created many Celestial and Eldritch beings. Etho got the short end of that deal.

“I know, I know,” Gem quickly dropped her form as she noticed Etho’s fear. “I now know you are not anything like what they teach us Celestials. But… well, that is just me.”

Everything started to make sense in rapid succession. Celestial Warriors underwent harsh training to hunt down Eldritch Horrors, which explained Gems exquisite fighting skills. It explained why her hits did so much damage to Etho, as he was weak to any weapon wielded by a Celestial. It was also why he always felt both at ease and somewhat uncomfortable around Gem. She was like him, something different from your average Player but at the same time she stood on the other side of the spectrum. The good side, most would say, where Etho was the evil one. The Eldritch being, someone who brought chaos and destruction.

“I didn’t want to lie to you anymore,” she seemed unsure what to say as Etho kept silent. “I – I understand if you don’t want to see me anymore… or if you even want me gone from Hermitcraft. But please know I have no intention of giving your locations to my Lords, not anymore. Not for a long time.”

“How did you find me?” Etho demanded. He wasn’t quite ready for the answer, but it was the only question he was able to form. He had both hands wrapped around his axe now and it must look pathetic, but he didn’t really care. He had carefully build up this protection over the years, made sure Xisuma put up the right defenses time and time again so no Celestial or Eldritch could find him but Gem seemed to have slipped through the cracks.

“Following paths most Warriors wouldn’t,” she answered. “Contracting the right spies, listening to the quietest rumors in the Celestial Court. Despite having fled so long ago you are still high on their list. I caught rumor of some Fae bragging about their peculiar friend and if I know anything about Fae it’s that they like to speculate about their powerful allies. They were a challenge to hunt down on their own, but eventually they led me here and right to you.”

Etho knew exactly who she was talking about, but couldn’t grasp how his friends had spilled the secret of his existence. Fae where fickle creatures so he couldn’t exactly be surprised. He was convinced they didn’t do it on purpose, they must’ve been talking about him at the wrong time at the wrong place.

“Do you know what they teach us about the Red Wizard?” Gem asked. She hadn’t moved an inch from where she was standing and had her hands still visible to not pose a threat to Etho.

“He who gifted the Villagers with knowledge only for higher beings,” Etho recited from memory. “One of the Banished Beings that stole from the Celestial to give to their innocent, non-caring subjects. He took the most dangerous thing of all. Knowledge.”

It was nothing but propaganda. Etho knew he revolutionized plenty in the redstone community that had formed, but he had never stolen anything or given any knowledge to people who didn’t deserve it. He had taught other Players how to use his constructions, but never with any ill intent. That was what the Celestials had made of it, because they started to lose power over their subjects as they started to get a mind of their own.

“That – wow, that was textbook perfect,” Gem said surprised. “I assure you my overlords do not know where you are, or where I am for that matter. I don’t really intend to go back myself.”

Etho started to feel sick. All these years he had been so careful, he had never left to any other multiplayer Servers to avoid something like this happening. Now he learned a Celestial had been living right next door for over a year now.

“Please say something, Etho,” Gem seemed desperate for some sort of reaction. An angry sneer, or him saying that it no longer mattered. Etho felt betrayed and wasn’t even sure if he was glad Gem had been honest with him. He would’ve probably been more at peace if Gem never told him.

“I don’t know what to say,” Etho eventually answered. He wanted to upheld that mask of being unbothered by most things, keep his emotions in check but it was difficult. “If you managed to slip by the defenses, than any Celestial can.”

“Well, I have been added to the whitelist, so it doesn’t count for me,” Gem explained. “I imagine it works the same for you. Eldritch beings can’t enter, yet here you are.”

Gem was absolutely right, of course, Etho could’ve thought of that himself. The biggest, and maybe only flaw in Xisuma’s defenses was the whitelist that overruled everything else. If you managed to get your name on there, you were in. Xisuma could remove your name from it, but then the damage could already be done.

“Does it help if I say that as long as I am looking for you, they won’t sent anybody else?” Gem had sat down on the stairs now, her hands on her knees. She looked so ordinary again, yet Etho now noticed the slight glow around her. He had never looked for it before, but it was so obvious now.

“Not really,” Etho lowered his axe but was not just ready to put it away yet. “Do you have any idea what they’ll do to me when they get their hands on me?”

“Torture you, pull out every last bit of information about the Eldritch you have and put you up for public execution, I imagine,” she said without missing a beat, then her eyes widened as she realized what she just said out loud. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, because you are right,” Etho said with a suppressed sigh. He had seen it happen before to many other Eldritch, some of them were even something he once called friends. “They won’t listen to reason. If they discover you hid my existence you will meet the same fate.”

At that, Gem laughed. A genuine laugh that surprised Etho. She should know about the Celestial and their sticky rules. They wouldn’t chance them for anyone, not even for one of their own.

“I like to see them try,” she said with a somewhat wicked grin. “I have more allies in the Court than they think and they trained me to be their best Warrior in years. As long as I don’t return to my home Dimension, they can’t get to me.”

“That is bold of you to assume,” Etho didn’t understand where she got the confidence from. The Celestials could be scary, just as the Eldritch. You had to stand very strong in your shoes to talk about them like that, even if you were a part of them.

“Are you starting to worry for me, Etho?” Gem answered with a playful smile but it quickly dropped at the look Etho gave her. He was not in the mood for small talk right now, especially not with Gem. He had been in danger for over a year already and he had never noticed. Xisuma hadn’t noticed, nobody had noticed. If Gem had had any other intentions, he would’ve been done for.

“I… I should leave, shouldn’t I?” Gem stood up from the stairs, smoothing her dress down. “I’m not going to snitch on you, I must need you to know that. I just couldn’t bare keeping this a secret from you any longer, I – “

“You should leave,” Etho interrupted her and Gem instantly shut he mouth. She just nodded and turned around, spreading her Elytra wings as she pulled out a rocket. If Etho squinted, if he really concentrated he could see the Elytra was just an illusion, as where the rockets, and he used her own wings to fly away. Once she was fully out of sight, Etho’s legs gave out and he crouched down on the floor. He had grown careless living with the Hermits, he had put too much trust in Xisuma’s defenses. In the early days Etho tried to be heavily invested in who Xisuma allowed to be on the Server, but for the last couple of additions he hadn’t been as vigilant. He hadn’t needed to be, he had left his past behind and was hoping the Celestials had forgotten about him.

That was a silly assumption, of course, as the Celestials would never forget the existence of any Eldritch.

With deep breaths in an attempt to keep his emotions down, Etho pulled up his communicator. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to talk to anybody right now, but he didn’t want to be alone. He knew somebody who wouldn’t judge him for that, as he would understand. He would even understand if Etho did decide to tell him what Gem was, he had dealt with her kind just like Etho had.

<Etho> Beef, you around?

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If you made it all the way here, thanks for reading :]! This is my silly little headcannon on why Etho maybe isn't washed up (though he still is) and I sprinkled a little angst in it as I tend to do. Hope you liked it!

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Pirate!Martyn

First it was rats, now it was pirates. What would be next, dinosaurs? It could be fun, but Martyn couldn’t worry about something like that now. He had just gotten here and had no idea where to even start his quest. Well that was the quest Doc had given him. The quest he currently, at this very moment, had set out to do also wasn’t going very well. He’d found the island that was supposed to be overrun by monsters, but as of now he just found a very big sandy pit with a bit of salty water at the bottom. That, and a large and mysterious temple on the end of a crumbling bridge. Any smart man might’ve steered clear of that temple, but Martyn wasn’t particularly smart. He also needed to find that shard and it would sure be a shame if he missed it because he didn’t search this place thoroughly.

Martyn sheeted his somewhat primitive sword and started to, carefully, traverse the long bridge. He could take the long way around, along the coast, or the more difficult way through the pit below him, but he was always in for a bit of adventure. The structure had withstand the test of time for so long, so it could hold for another half an hour. Hopefully. At the first proper hole in it, Martyn dared to look down. The height made him dizzy and in the depths below he could see small movements of probably – hopefully – some harmless animals.

The jump wasn’t very far, so with a small runup Martyn made it easily. He wasn’t afraid of a bit of parkouring, he’d done enough of that over the antics Doc had thrown him into. This was like a walk in the park. Martyn kicked a lose pebble and it skit of the bridge and into the water far below. That was what he assumed at least, because he lost sight of it.

All of this could’ve turned out a lot worse. The weather was nice in this game, the NPC’s could be a bit abrasive but what was new? The only struggle was that for now, there did not seem to be a clear path to take apart from the quests given to you at the start. There was that weird, purple island where some people took that Guqqie person, but other than that there was little to go off on. Martyn needed to get back there at some point, but he’d lost the coordinates. A sloppy mistake, honestly, he could almost hear Doc scolding at him.

The next gap in the bridge was a bit larger and Martyn was so lost in thought he almost slipped and fell. Almost being the key word here, because he caught himself rather unflattering and made it across. Nobody was around the see him, luckily, as it must’ve looked quite embarrassing.

Martyn crossed the bridge and took a moment to look at the large building carved into the side of the rocky shore. It had a nice, sandstone color to it and was impressive to say the least. There seemed to be a singular entrance, covered in darkness and Martyn could only assumed it led down into the earth. He’d seen temples like this before and it reminded him of a gigantic temple in a jungle he once called home. He couldn’t help but smile to himself, he had font memories of that place. He’d failed to locate a shard there in the end, but the NPC’s were fun and the story of the game was nothing but excellent. Martyn still thought the one dimension left unexplored to him held the shard, but he just hadn’t come around to it. A shame, but there was nothing to be done about it now.

As Martyn approached the entrance of the structure, a cold breeze blew in his face. It smelled stale, nothing like the fresh ocean breeze he had quickly grown used to. It didn’t smell of death, which was a plus in Martyns book. Looking down the seemingly endless stairs, he did see a small light at the end of it. This could be the arena of a boss fight and while Martyn wasn’t sure if he was up for that just yet, he set off down the stairs. Sand and stones crushed beneath his feet and Martyn held his hand to the wall of the staircase to keep his footing. It was dark here and he didn’t think to take a torch with him. He treaded down carefully, making sure to hold at every sound he heard. Those sounds mainly originated from him, but he’d better be careful. Chances were he was about to step on a trap and he wasn’t willing to kill himself on this first quest he’d taken.

He suppressed a shiver as the temperature dropped. He was well under the earth by now so he shouldn’t be surprised. He wrapped his hands around his upper arms, letting go of the wall and continued his way down slowly.

“Doc, I swear on everything I’m not going around a million temples again,” Martyn muttered to the cold air. “Give me some variety, please. It’s been ages since a nice and simple platformer, or are we after one of those big shards again?”

There was no way of knowing, because Doc barely communicated with him. Martyn knew it was difficult to do so, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be annoyed by it. But, he was working on getting Martyn out of this so he couldn’t complain all to much. Well, Martyn was hoping Doc was working on it, he had no actual proof of it. Then again, what else was he to do?

The stair ended in a room smaller then what Martyn had participated initially. Maybe this wasn’t a room for a boss fight after all, but just a location of interest. It was dimply lit by a torch and some candles on the ground. It struck Martyn odd they were lit, but he wasn’t going to complain about it. Martyn inspected the floor and wall and once he couldn’t see any imminent danger he set foot in the chamber. No trap sprung, nothing happened and he let out a sigh of relief. There wasn’t much to this, so he walked to the other side of the room to find a closed door. He pushed it, of course, but nothing happened to it. He turned around to find a divot in the middle of the room, and it was a small place to put an object. Martyn looked from it back to the door, piecing together that there must be some sort of item to open the door. He had very little on him at the moment, the most precious thing to him right now was his sword. He pulled out a stick and stuffed it in there, but to no one’s surprise nothing happened.

“I’ll keep this one in mind,” Martyn muttered to himself as he pushed up from the ground. Something of interest would happen here eventually, he was sure of it, but for now it must still be locked away behind story advancement. Martyn had deemed this as a bit more of a sandbox game, but apparently not.

He should really make sure to get his footing in this environment. He hoped he took the right option at the start, to align his interest with those that liked money and treasure. If anybody would know something about crystals, it would be them. Martyn couldn’t wait for Guqqi to return from whatever they had embarked on to talk to them about it. They hadn’t been exactly nice to him, but if they could help him to his goal he’d deal with it. If a mean NPC was the worst he would have encounter here, he could handle it.

Back to the task at hand. He’d gotten down here, but he had to get back up to the surface again as well. That meant climbing these stairs, which he wasn’t looking forward to. Why could it never be easy, just for one time?

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Just something silly I pulled out of nowhere while watching Martyns VODs of PiratesSMP. I love me some lore

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Wingman

Large summer writing project alert! Well, not really as I've been working on this for a while, but now I have the time to finish it. The prologue is under the cut, and the entire fic will be uploaded to my ao3 over time :D

Summary: Grian hasn’t left the Hermitcraft Server since he joined. There was no reason, as everything he’d knew before it was destroyed because of his own poor decisions. So when some of the Hermits convinced him to come and support them in this competition they were about to compete in, Grian didn’t expect his past to catch up to him so quickly.

He definitely didn’t expect to become the wingman of his presumed dead friend.

“Are you sure it’s a good idea to leave?” Mumbo was leaning on one of the various chest scattered around Grians mansion with a frown on his face. Grian, in the meantime, was gathering supplies for the short trip off the Hermitcraft Server.

“Why wouldn’t it be?” he asked in return. He had tried to hide the slight shake in his voice, the clear indication that he in fact was terrified of what he was about to do. He was however determined to go through with this crazy trip and Mumbo was not going to talk him out of it.

“Because you have no idea whether the Watchers are still after you,” Mumbo pressed. “I understand you need some space to get your creative fluids going again, but going off the Server might be a bit of a rash move.”

“Look, Mumbo, I really appreciate your concern,” Grian started as he lowered his backpack to look Mumbo straight in the eye. He really did and if this opportunity had arisen a few weeks ago he’d probably have listened to Mumbo. Grian started to feel burnt out on the gigantic project that was the mansion and he needed something else to do. He needed some new views and influences and when Ren had invited him to come watch him and some other Hermits in an event called the Championships he had agreed without giving it much thought.

“I’m going to be fine,” he continued. “Ren, Iskall, Cub and False are all going to be there, I’ll just watch whatever this Championship thing is and that will be it. I doubt the Watchers will take interest in an event like this. It sounds way to… chaotic for them.”

In fact, Grian had no idea whether or not the Watchers would enjoy something like this. They might as well do, but he didn’t want to think or worry about it. The Watchers rather disliked the chaos of larger Servers, they wanted everything to go according to their own plans. It was easy to influence a group of about ten Players, but much more than that would become unmanageable. If Grian remembered correctly from what Ren had told him, the event had 40 participants and a lot more Players who would watch.

“If you say so…” Mumbo mumbled, though he didn’t sound very reassured. Grian had of course offered that he could go with him, but Mumbo had kindly denied that offer. He didn’t do well in crowds, he’d said.

“I do,” Grian said as he put his sword and axe away in his enderchest. He imagined that the organizers of the event wouldn’t appreciate it if spectators took weapons with them. “I’ll be fine, Mumbo, really. It’s been over two years now, they’ve found something else to spend their time on. They don’t have the patience to still want to go after me, they’ve dropped the subject.”

“You can’t know that for sure,” Mumbo tried once again. Whenever they had a conversation about the Watchers and Grian possibly leaving the Server, he would act like this. Sure, those conversations had only happened over the last couple of weeks but they had gotten more and more frequent.

“I – if they really wanted me, they would’ve come for me,” Grian said with confidence. “They are able to pass Xisuma’s defenses if they wanted to, trust me. But they haven’t, so I’m not interesting enough for them anymore.”

If the Watchers still wanted him, they would’ve come for him months ago. He knew Xisuma’s defenses on this particular Server were one of the best but he had never personally dealt with Watchers before, not that Grian knew of at least. He was surprised that Xisuma knew of them at all when he finally opened up about his past to him, but he had never experienced them like Grian and his friends had.

“And if you don’t mind, I really should go now otherwise the gang will leave without me,” Grian said as he stuffed an extra stack of golden carrots in his inventory. He wasn’t sure if he would be provided with snacks during the watch along of this event so he wanted to come prepared. “I’ll be back before you know it, Ren said it’ll only take about two hours or something and I don’t plan to stay for the party afterwards. It’s not as if I know anybody there. I just want to… get out for a bit, alright?”

“Yeah, sure,” Mumbo said but he still didn’t seem happy about any of this. Grian felt selfish for leaving Mumbo behind, but sometimes he felt like he had to be. Mumbo only wanted to protect him, but this mansion and project were killing him.

“Great,” Grian pulled a smile on his face and unfurled his colorful wings. “In the slim chance that I don’t return, you’ll finish the back of the mansion for me, right?”

Before Mumbo could throw an insult at his face, Grian beat his wings to propel himself up into the air and away. It was a short flight back to the shopping district and it was a quiet one. The sun was already descending and the view he got of the middle island of the Server was wonderful. A shopping district was forming slowly but surely and Grian doubted if the mycelium island was even big enough. Hermitcraft was their life, tucked away in an almost invisible part of the universe. Every Hermit was the same in a way, yet so different. Everybody had found this group running away from something or searching for refugee and most didn’t leave after. They were a found family, though sometimes a bit of a dysfunctional one.

Four Hermits in similar green outfits were waiting for Grian near the central Nether Portal of the shopping district. Cub pointed as Grian came into view from behind one of the larger shops. Grian landed gracefully and tucked his wings behind his back before joining his friends.

“G-Man, are you ready for the best event in your lifetime?” Ren started, dramatic as ever, before Grian could even greet him. “You are going to want to join our team next time, I’m sure of it!”

“Good evening to you as well,” Grian said with a grin. “I just have to wait and see, I guess. You have to impress me by winning.”

“Well, I don’t know about that,” False said with a short laugh. “Players from all over participate in this Event, it’s quite the show-off of power to be fair. Some can get real sweaty over winning. Plus, we bring two newbies, so don’t expect us to win that easily.”

“Hey, Cub and I aren’t that terrible,” Iskall immediately said in a slightly offended tone. “We’ll show these people what we Hermits can do.”

“Hmm, yeah, just wait and see buddy,” was the answer from False, who didn’t sound to confident. “Are we ready to go?”

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The Anvil War

“I don’t know if I like this war,” Grian was perched on one of the countless park benches while he watched Scar plan the next phase of his theme park. His hard hat stood somewhat lop-sided on his head and he had only been paying attention to half of what Grian had been saying. It was all good, he finally got some good ideas for the expansions of his park and asked Grian to tag along to keep him accountable. With this war brewing they had both been kind of distracted the last week.

“Who are you and what have you done to Grian?” Scar joked, turning around to actually face Grian while talking for the first time in about an hour. There was a grey stain on his cheek where he had been tapping his pencil and from this angle Grian could see a number of scribbles in his notebook. He was incredibly excited for what Scar was about to build and he wanted it to stay a bit of a surprise, so he didn’t ask about it.  

“They started it over an anvil kill, Scar,” Grian emphasized. “An anvil kill. I’ve done like, a million of those to other people.”

“You realize you and Doc started a war over a bush, right?” Scar stuffed his pencil in one of his pockets and put the notebook under his arm. “We started a war over grass. In that perspective, this seems like a reasonable action to start some beef over.”

“It was not just the bush, you know it wasn’t that simple,” Grian quickly retaliated. “It was also the entire… situation surrounding it. And the Turf War was about the principle! This is just some stupid AFK prank.”

“But and AFK prank on Etho,” Scar reminded Grian as he took a seat next to him. Well, not exactly that as Grian sat on the backrest of the bench. Scar leaned backwards, elbows on said backrest and looked upwards to Grian. Grian’s balance was excellent, he had been squatted in this position for a while now and hadn’t even wavered in the slightest.

“I mean… yes, that is something rather unusual,” Grian had to agree. Etho was never AFK, or at least never long enough to actually pull a good prank. Grian desperately wanted to know how Doc managed it, but going to ask him now would make him choose a side. He didn’t want to side with either of them, because he was afraid of both. If he stayed out of this for once he might be safe as just an innocent bystander. He knew that, would he pick a side, he would be one of the main targets to hit. He had called that upon himself over the last years.

“You would’ve done it if you had the opportunity,” Scar reminded him, and he wasn’t wrong. Grian however wouldn’t think to start a war over it. “Still… I do agree with you, G. I don’t like this war either. They seem really… agitated.”

“That’s putting it lightly, Scar,” Grian finally moved to sit down next to Scar, actually on his butt like a normal person. The fact that he had wings didn’t make him a bird, but he sure had bird-like tendencies sometimes. If only he could sing as beautifully as some birds, but that wasn’t something he had learned. “They can barely stand being in the same chunk anymore. They are friends… or were friends for that matter. Both can be ticked off quickly, but this is just madness.”

“We’ve been messing with Doc this entire time,” Scar pulled his hard had off, revealing a tousled head of hair he didn’t attempt to fix. “He’s been shooting charged creepers at your rocks and refuses to take down that massive flag of his. But it’s always been fun and games. Maybe something else has happened between them.”

Grian wondered what it could’ve been. In all honesty, he hadn’t been talking a whole lot to the both of them over the course of the new Server. Both had been gone for longer periods of time and with the Rift opening up to Empires Grian himself had been incredibly busy as well. He only recently caught up with Etho and the last time he spoke with Doc he had been threatening to take down his dragon so he would shoot charged creepers at his base.

“Do you think they’ll start recruiting people?” Scar asked after they sat in silence for a few minutes. “Like we did in the Turf War?”

“I mean, if they really mean business they might,” Grian answered honestly. “I don’t want to pick sides…”

“It is strange being on the other side of things, huh?” Scar wondered and Grian didn’t realize what he meant for a second. Then it hit him: Grian had always been the one making others pick a side. He had been the founder of both the G-Team and the Mycelium Resistance. He never had to choose a side, he made the sides. He wondered if the other Hermits had felt just as conflicted as he was feeling right now. Not wanting to pick a side, but also not wanting to let your friends down at the same time.

“Do you think we can force them to just talk about it?” Grian said, thinking out loud. Jellie walked around the corner of one of the shops on mainstreet and once she noticed her dad she made a b-line for him. She ignored Grian, as she always did and happily jumped on Scars lap. Scar started petting her absentmindedly as he thought about Grians proposal.

“I doubt that’s going to work,” he said eventually. “Both are very… well, they believe in their own truths. You couldn’t reason with Doc in the Prank War, I doubt that has changed. And when Etho has something in his head he wants it to go his way. I even think that just trying to get them to talk to each other might only make it worse…”

“Then there is no way of solving this,” Grian had to conclude. “They are going to destroy the Server with their red stone prowess and we are going to have to jump to another world yet again after the disaster of the Hermatrix.”

“You really are mister sunshine today, aren’t you?” Scar said but he also had a somewhat grim expression on his face. “I doubt they’ll go that far.”

“Scar, Doc brought the dragon to the overworld!” Grian said, his voice on the edge of shouting. “You’ve seen what Etho is working on at his base. This can quickly escalate to more than just harmless tricks on each other. We just got to each other by making larger and more impressive builds, those didn’t hurt anybody!”

“Might I remind you I sprained my ankle twice while building the H.E.P. Headquarters?” Scar said in an attempt of a joke, but Grian just glared at him and the grin disappeared from his face. They could only joke about this situation for so long.

“They will destroy the Server if we aren’t careful,” Grian said quietly. Scar inhaled sharply in surprise, probably because Grians claim was so bold.

“That… no, it would never get that bad,” Scar quickly said, shaking his head. “I’ve known these guys for a very long time. They care about our Servers as this is their home. That alone is enough for them to keep this somewhat civil.”

“But what if it’s not?” Grian still asked. He had to ask because despite how much he wanted it, a good guess by Scar wasn’t enough to make him feel safe.

“G, listen to me,” Scar’s face turned dead serious, an expression Grian didn’t often see on his friend. It was like a parent trying to explain something crucial to their child, like telling them to not get into mysterious vans with mysterious people. “I don’t know how it has gotten in your head that you think Doc and Etho will ever do something of that destructive size, but trust me when I say they never will. This is their home, we are their friends and their family. They’ll get over this, just as you and Doc got over you quarrel and we got over ours. There might be a war, there might be some sort of competition, they might hunt each other down with anvils for a week or two but they will never actually hurt us or each other. Do you understand that?”

“But – “

“Grian, do you understand?” Scar interrupted immediately when Grian wanted to go against him. Grian had never seen Scar like this, not even when they had their quarrel over the mycelium and he tended to hold long and dramatic speeches. He had gripped Grians wrist somewhere halfway through his speech, which he only now noticed.  

“I – yes,” Grian stuttered, somewhat taken aback by Scars behavior. “I understand, Scar.”

“Good,” he said with a quick nod. “Now, I have Christmas decorations to plan as well, so I better get cracking.”

“I… yes, I’ll leave you to it,” it was clear to Grian that Scar was done with him for the day. He stood up, flexed his wings for a moment and took off to his own base. As he gained altitude up to the clouds, he saw a good bit of Doc’s perimeter not too far away. The gigantic flag with goat symbol had been a thorn in Scars eyes ever since Doc had built it to declare his independence of Ren’s kingdom. Even now that everything had been sorted, Doc did not seem to want and take it down. With this quarrel between him and Etho, Grian was sure it would stay for a little while longer.

He didn’t want to be involved in this war. He had started two, assisted in another and he was done with it. He wanted to be able to watch from the side and not intervene. There was no reason he should mingle himself in this dispute, so he wouldn’t do it. He refused to get involved.

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If you made it all the way here, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it! I'm at it agian with my nonsense of changing cannon events on the Hermitcraft Server but nobody can stop me >:] (I just wanted this war to be cannon guys, let me have my joy in life). This will probably (hopefully) grow into an actual fic and not this one little concept, so if you want to keep up to date you can also find if on Ao3 (yep, shameless selfpromotion).

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The big fanfic catalog TM

Most of my fanfics are on my Ao3 but as the number is fics is growing I thought I'd give a nice summary on some of the favourites I wrote so here you go do with this what you want :)

Also, everything is tagged with #floef writes

Hermitcraft

Worldeater - What if the moon never crashed on Hermitcraft Season 8 but something much worse caused its demise. (100k+ words, finished)

Washed Up - Gem reveals there is a reason why it's so easy for her to beat Etho in PvP. (a collection of shorter fics around 3k words each)

Empires

Everything is fine - Everything is always fine in Mezelea, even after large explosions. (chapter 2 of a story with various Empires SMP ficlets, but I like this one the best)

Life Series

Ranchers - A 10k word series about my beloved Ranchers, and something about a Warden being on the loose.

Fly Little Canary - Where Jimmy won Limited Life and finds himself with a pair of actual wings. (there be angst here, watch out)

MCC / Evo

Wingman - Grian becomes the wingman of a friend he'd believed to be dead for years. (100k+ words, finished with a part two in the makes)

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