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sparxwrites · 2 years

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(Inspired in small part by this lovely art.)

Part of the Eldritch Boatem series.

Gorgeous art below the cut by the absolutely phenomenal @rhydart; full version can be found here (which you should check out because the in-text compression doesn’t do it justice).

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Grian finds it upsettingly easy to remember how to walk in the void. Not that it’s a hard thing to do – you just swing down into the darkness, and expect there to be something to stand on, and there is. Easy! It’s an easy little trick.

The hard part, of course, is getting that little touch of other in your bloodstream that’s necessary to make the void to listen to you. The upsetting part of ‘easy’, of course, is exactly the same: that other is still there, inside him. He’d half hoped… but no. No, it’s still there, and that’s a good thing, he tells himself, firmly enough he almost believes it.

It’s good, because he’s going to need it, if he wants to get Scar back.

The false bottom of the Boatem Hole cracks, shatters into illusory nothing as soon as he puts a foot through it. The others cry out, alarmed, when he jumps in without so much as a by-your-leave. Mumbo even tries to grab him, as he drops.

Mumbo stops trying to grab him when his feet land solidly on thin air.

“Excuse me!” calls Grian, into the darkness, trying to ignore the eyes he can feel on the back of his neck. Mumbo is spluttering something incomprehensible. Pearl is making a high, thin noise of stress and disbelief in the back of her throat. Impulse is silent, and Grian can hear the why-didn’t-you-tell-us-you-could-do-this judgement in that silence, but it’s fine. It’s fine. He’ll deal with all that later.

For now, Scar is the priority. Everything else can wait.

“Excuse me?” he says again, when there’s no answer, reaching up to rap knuckles on the bedrock like one might knock on a door. The rock is sharp. He hisses, sticks one bleeding knuckle in his mouth for a moment, and recalibrates. “You’ve got something of mine, I think, and I’d quite like it back. Name of Scar? Tall, not as muscle-y as he likes to pretend he is, too much product in his hair? Big stupid hat? Ringing any bells? We’re missing him, you see.”

No answer. The void is quiet around him, hollow and airless and icy as always. Goosebumps prickle up and down his arms, but somehow he’s not sure it’s from the cold. His wings mantle, the feathers puffing up, and he suppresses the urge to shiver.

“Look. I don’t appreciate being toyed with!” he calls into the waiting darkness. “And besides. Two can play at that game, can’t they? I know what you are. Took us a while to figure it out–” It took Doc about five minutes, but he’s not telling this thing that. “–but we got there in the end. You’re a little bit of the void, aren’t you? A little bit of absence. Little bit of aloneness, of solitude. Secret. Hidden.”

The darkness breathes around him, ever so slightly.

Grian sets his jaw. “You know what the opposite of all that is?” The playfulness is gone from his voice, now. His eyes have gone flat, hard. “Being watched. And I don’t like to brag, but… I’m a bit of a Watcher myself, when I need to be.”

Behind and above him, Pearl sucks in a breath. “Grian–” she says, warningly, and he flaps a frantic hand at her behind his back to please please be quiet please. He’d really rather not have the void call his bluff.

It’s not a bluff, is the thing, not really. But he’d prefer not to have to prove that, if he can at all help it.

The darkness around him inhales, and then exhales a disappointed sigh. The strength of it ruffles his hair, the feathers in his wings. He stands his ground, digs talons into the nonexistent floor beneath his feet, and grits his teeth.

Before him, the darkness… coalesces. No, perhaps that’s not quite right– it draws back, except he hadn’t realised there was a veil there before, and there is nothing behind it but more darkness.

More darkness, that is, and Scar.

It is only the memory of that morning, of the weak sun and the biting cold and a thing that was not Scar dissolving into fragments beneath his fingertips, that stops Grian from lunging for him. From grabbing him with both hands, clutching, holding, and trying to pull them both free of this awful place and damn the consequences. Instead, he forces himself to stillness, claws dug into the void and hands curled into white-knuckle fists so tightly they shake.

“He is ours,” says Scar, who is the Boatem Hole, who is Scar. “We took him. We won him. Do not try and take him from us. He is ours, now, by right.”

This is no puppet, not like the thing that crawled out the hole this morning, made of void and stitched together with scraps of fraying code – this is Scar, whole, entire, filled to the brim with living void and ridden like a puppet. Grian can tell from the way his eyes are screaming. He wishes he could not tell. He wishes Scar’s eyes would scream more quietly.

“He absolutely is not.” The words are out of Grian’s mouth before he can stop them. As the opening gambit to a negotiation, he has to admit they’re not his best. “Give him back.”

“You told a story about us,” says the thing wearing Scar’s body, the thing with galaxies for eyes and nothing behind its mouth. “You said you would feed us. You kept giving him to us. He kept giving himself to us. That makes him ours.”

Grian winces. “That was… a joke,” he says, as though he doesn’t know that the universe lacks a sense of humour. “We didn’t really mean you could have him. We were just playing.”

“You should know better than to make promises you do not want to keep.”

“You can have your sacrifices,” says Grian, firmly, and flares his wings, puffs and mantles them to make himself look bigger. There’s eyespots on them, now, in the corner of his vision. They make his head hurt to look at. They look, if he’s being honest, more like eyes than eyespots. He tries not to think about it. “You can have your feeding, and your stories, and your– whatever else. But you can’t have him, okay? He’s mine. Ours. He’s ours. And you can’t have him.”

The Boatem Hole eyes him for a long moment, in thoughtful silence. “You will continue to feed us,” it says, at length.

“Well. I’m assuming we’re going to keep falling in. Him especially.” Grian, through some feat of divine provenance, manages to keep his voice steady, casual and authoritative. “But you can’t keep us. Just… just, you know, some eating, a little bit of nibbling, that’s… fine, I guess. But no– none of this, this kidnapping, and definitely no creepy void-copies of us that come crawling out to try and drag us down. Okay?”

“Grian, what– I don’t want to be nibbled!” calls Mumbo, from the mouth of the hole. Grian hears Pearl shushing him, strenuously. He hears what sounds like Impulse’s facepalming.

The Boatem Hole cocks Scar’s head at Grian. “And you will continue to tell stories about us?”

“Is that what you want?” asks Grian, and there’s genuine curiosity in his voice along with the well-surpressed terror. He’s trying not to think about what it is he’s agreeing to. He’s trying not to think about the eyespots, and the ways he can see the eyespots from angles he’s pretty sure he shouldn’t be possible with the eyes in his face. He’s trying not to think about Scar’s eyes, filled with void-stars and screaming. His palms are slick with fear-sweat. “You want more stories? New stories, or the same ones?”

“…Yes,” says the Boatem Hole, slow, thoughtful. “We like the stories. We would like more stories, both old and new. Keep telling them. Make more people tell them. Give us more.”

“Right. Stories, telling them, great. That’s fine. We can definitely do that.” Grian can definitely not do that. He can tell stories, a bit, sometimes, but they’re building stories. He’s never had Scar’s silver tongue. Never had Scar’s way with words.

But the nice thing is that, as long as they get Scar back, he can delegate.By which he means, this is a problem for future Grian, and future Grian can and most likely will make it Scar’s problem. For now, all he needs is Scar, and to not be here another second longer.

“Very well,” the Boatem Hole says. “We accept your terms.” And then, whilst Grian i still processing that particular bombshell, it says, “We suggest you get ready to catch.”

“…Catch?” echoes Grian, bewildered, an approximate half-second before Scar’s knees buckle like a puppet with its strings cut.

He barely manages to get his arms around Scar before the other man tumbles into the void. An entire grown man is an awkward thing to catch at the best of times, moreso in a bottomless, death-inducing void with less than a moment’s notice. But catch he does, grabbing wildly at Scar and clutching him close and desperate, gasping with surprise and effort.

It takes a little manhandling, but he manages to get his arms under Scar’s knees and shoulders, clutching him close in a bridal carry. The not-floor beneath his feet wobbles, threateningly, displeased with carrying the weight of someone who doesn’t know how to walk in the void. Grian insists it hold. It holds. It does not dare disobey.

“Scar?” he whispers, when he has quelled the floor’s rebellion and gotten all their collective limbs under control. He barely dares to ask. “Hey. Scar, buddy. You– are you–?” Good sounds ridiculous. Alive sounds morbid. He’s not sure what else to say.

Scar moans, weakly. His head lolls against Grian’s chest. Alive, then. Alive. That’s all that matters. They can sort out the good on solid ground.

Flying out of the void – when he’s got to get up through the Boatem Hole, with an entire and semi-conscious person in his arms – is not the most elegant aerial manoeuvre Grian has ever pulled off. In fact, there’s quite a lot of flailing, and drunken weaving, and a few instances of language he’s not particularly proud of when bits of him or Scar clip something sharp and solid. He loses a few feathers straight down into the void. Scar loses his hat.

But then they’re out, up into the sunshine and over the lip of the hole and collapsing into the grass together in a tangle of limbs and wings. Grian extracts himself as soon as he can, scrabbling up onto his knees and then his feet. The others pop one, two, three out of the hole with their elytra and looks of deep concern. But Scar…

Scar lies still where he fell, gasping for air against the grass of Boatem’s town square. When he pries his eyes open, chest heaving, there’s a star-swirl glitter to his blown-wide pupils.

“…Well!” he manages, after a long moment of soundless mouth-movements. His voice is all wrecked vocal cords and forced cheer. “That was certainly the most exciting thing that has ever happened to me, and I would very much like to never, ever experience it–” He pauses, squinting dazedly up at Grian, at the space around Grian’s head. “…Did you always look like that?”

He says it soft, a little breathless. A little reverent.

Grian cocks his head to one side, confused, alarmed. The rest of Boatem look equally bewildered. “Like… what?”

Scar’s hands shake as he drags himself to his hands and knees, and then just his knees – wavering there, unsteady as a newborn foal and twice as shocky. Then he reaches up, beckons for Grian to crouch down, and prods at thin air above Grian’s right ear with careful fingertips.

One of Grian’s eyes, for no particular reason, begins to water. His vision blurs– and then fractures, into something kaleidoscopic and vertiginous, too-many and too-much. He feels, abruptly, violently nauseous.

When he shakes his head, though, his sight coalesces back into a single whole. The nausea, mostly, fades. The vertigo does not. He becomes aware, abruptly, that his field of view is too wide, now. The angles are all wrong. His peripheral vision is somewhere behind him. If he even has peripheral vision any more, that is. He’s not convinced he does. When he blinks, all the angles shift; his vision does not go dark.

He resolves, firmly and immediately, not to think about any of that right now, thank you very much.

“…Nothing,” Scar says, quietly, though he’s still staring at thin air a few inches above Grian’s head with an odd, subtle intensity. When he shakes his own head, an echo-response of Grian’s movement, the haziness in his eyes clears a little. The pupil nebulae remain. “Nothing, just– oh, and you’ve got them on your wings, too! That’s fun. Very– uhn, very fancy. Nngh.”

And then, without fanfare, he vomits into the grass. What comes up is black, inky-wet and slimy, like a little puddle of void.

The rest of the gathered Hermits stare.

“S’a lot of it in there, still, I think,” he mumbles, nauseously, pressing a hand to his stomach and trying for an unconvincing grin through black-slick teeth. “Void. A lot of void. Mnnh. Oof.”

He twitches, makes an awful gulping sound in the back of his throat, and is just barely not sick again. Void begins dripping out one nostril, in a steady oil-spill trickle. There are still swirling stars in his eyes, his pupils gone the hollow, endless empty of a lit End portal.

“Oh, great,” says Mumbo, brightly. “Scar has more weird magic stuff in him! Oh, fab. That’s great. Nothing bad could possibly come of this.”

“More?” asks Pearl, sounding torn between mounting bewilderment and exhausted resignation.

“Long story,” says Scar, and vomits again. This time, the void he brings up has stars in it. Grian winces, sympathetically. The rest of them seem too shocked to react.

“And Grian’s got eyeballs on his wings,” Impulse points out, into the ensuing awkward silence, broken only by Scar spitting oilslick and white points of light into the grass.

“Eyespots,” stresses Grian, wringing his hands together, lying through his teeth. He still can’t look at the things without feeling dizzy, but he keeps catching glimpses of them in the corner of his vision. If his vision even has corners, any more, which he’s pretty sure it doesn’t. “They’re not actual eyes.”

“They’re watching me, Grian. I saw one of them blink.”

“Oh,” says Grian, faintly. “Oh dear. That’s… bad, I think. Probably.”

Scar, on his knees in the grass and with his mouth and hands covered in night-sky void, starts to laugh.

“More or less bad,” he wheezes, mildly hysterical, “than the hole in the world, in the middle of our town, that you just promised to keep feeding us to? That you promised stories to? More or less bad than that?”

It’s enough to shock a snort of laughter from Grian, followed by a wheeze to match Scar’s – and then the others join him in short order, the lot of them shaky and a little mad and giggling with the sudden release of stress.

“It’s– it’s not the worst idea we’ve ever had,” gasps Mumbo, through his laughter, one hand pressed over his face as though that might prevent the slow disintegration into madness he’s currently undergoing. “Like! It’s pretty bad! It’s pretty– it’s pretty bad. But probably not the worst.”

“Oh yeah?” Impulse sounds truly incredulous between snorts. “Name one– one worse idea. Just one! One single one.”

“We– we put a–” Mumbo wheezes like he’s dying, no longer even laughter, just a broken exhale of hysterical mirth. “We put a, a robot that spits out potatoes in charge of our company. Whilst we were being– being– whilst we were– in– in minecarts– and we were– we were bouncing over the–”

And that sets them all off again, even worse this time. Pearl laughs so hard that tears run down her cheeks. Scar laughs so hard that void starts leaking out his nose again.

“Yeah,” admits Impulse, when he can breathe again. “Okay, yeah, that one was. That was pretty bad. Not sure it was quite as bad as this, but– it was bad. Not our finest hour.”

“You can say that again.”

“Not our finest hour.” Impulse gets a punch to the shoulder from Grian for that one.

“…Hey,” says Scar, just as the laughter is dying down. He wipes ineffectually at his mouth and chin with the abjectly miserable look of a wet cat, before giving up on it as a bad job and sacrificing his jacket to the cause. “You think we could get it to eat other people? Like, oh, I don’t know, maybe Bdubs? Or– ooh, or Tango!”

“Scar!” Grian sounds, frankly, more gleeful than scandalised.

“What! I just thought, you know, fair retribution for the– nngh, hrngk, oh, wow, this is really super unpleasant, I really hope this stops soon– for the ravager thing, is all. Jeez, wow, tough crowd on that one, huh?”

“We are– we are not feeding Tango to the Boatem Hole.” Pearl, only just having caught her breath, is back to wheezing hysterically once more. “That is– why would you even– Scar, after all of the– why would you even consider that?”

“Aww. Come on! Not even a little bit?”

“…You know. On second thought? Maybe we could–”

“Pearl!”

They descend into bickering, the five of them, sat around their pile of boats and the hole they dug into the void beneath it. The sun has reached its zenith, passed it, dropping back down towards the horizon once more. It is warm on the back of their necks, as they double over with laughter, and on their hands, as they reach for one another to hold through their mirth.

Beneath them, the Boatem Hole still lives. Still breathes. Stills waits to be fed, and to be talked of, to be written into being. But– that’s a problem for the future. For now, they are five of them, and the sun is high in the sky, and the void is beneath them, and they are together.

And that, thinks Grian – as he clutches tight to Scar’s hand, spreads his wings out against the grass, lets the blinking eyespots on them soak up the warmth – is enough. For now, they are enough.

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blocksandbloops · 3 years

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May I interest you in some fem!hermit!Tommy fluff for you in this trying time?

This is set in an alternative version of @redorich 's hermit!Tommy AU. Diverging from the Dream SMP's raid on Hermitcraft. All you need to know is that family trees are convoluted, Tommy's name is Clementine. She's trans, we love her, she has wings and has adopted Grian as her weird almost twin brother.

After the whole "Dreamon" and "invasion" mess the Dream SMP folk didn't expect to hear much from the hermits besides the ones who attended MCC. They thought that the two servers would just continue to exist, independent of one another. Just drifting through the void mere inches apart but never really touching.

Oh how wrong they were.

The hermits were friendly but they had absolutely underestimated just how friendly.

Apparently, the moment Clementine so much as breathed a word about how much she missed her biological family, Scar -ever the kind and helpful mayor that he was- decided to throw a beach party!

Since Clemmy's extended family was pretty large and they didn't want anyone to feel left out, it was an open invitation to everyone on the Dream SMP as long as they behaved.

That point was driven home when a few people, like Antfrost and his unhealed, dog bitten asscheek, mentioned how upsetting the Hermits was definitely not a good idea.

(Deep down they knew that the reason they were really doing this was because the hermits were worried about them. The Dream SMP was just a bunch of traumatized children according to them. They weren't wrong in that assumption but no one wanted to admit that.)

So, when the day of the beach party finally dawned, they all put on their least threatening outfits and packed up their supplies, (where Tubbo got the surf board nobody wanted to question) and entered the portal just like they had done a few months prior.

A few things were different though, the sun was bright and beaming in the sky, soft puffy white clouds rolled by, only promising gentle shade instead of the dreary air of yesteryear.

The shopping district had been rebuilt from it's smoky ruins and they finally all had time to appreciate the lovingly built shops and roads. It looked so beautiful and vibrant, you could practically feel the fact that summer was in full swing.

The smell of nectar and sea salt drifted through the air, sweetening even the sourest of moods. This is what peace was to the hermits. This was their everyday. They were so lucky and they didn't even realize it.

Some people were taking notes of all the different building styles with bright eyes, hoping to replicate some of it when they got home, others were suddenly hit with a feeling of bitter inadequacy of it compared to their homes. Is this what a world without war could look like?

But, no matter the gloomy musings of the few, they were all here to let go for a day! To celebrate the good times and to kick back for seemingly the first time in forever.

Their welcome party this time simply consisted of one person.

It was a strange sight, seeing the Hermits' admin Xisuma without a mask on, wearing a god awful hawaiian shirt that Keralis had thrown at him with glee the moment he mentioned that he didn't have something to wear, and again, were those, gods forbid crocks?

"'Ello everyone! Wow this is quite the turn up. Scar wished he could be here to greet you all personally, but he's still too busy helping the others preparing for the barbecue, so you're stuck with me for the time being.

Now, if you'll kindly follow me, we set everything up pretty close to here, so we'll be there in a minute."

The walk over to the beach was short, but just as scenic as the rest of the server.

Warm, golden sand, gently lapping waves and lush plant life. The sound of the hermits' laughter and soft music filled the air as the smell of the previously mentioned barbecue proved a welcome distraction from whatever the hell was happening on the far right side of the beach (the ZIT trio built a karaoke machine. It was Zedaph's idea. It was also a horrible idea but they didn't seem to realize that yet.)

As they began to debate a plan of attack, no wait. ... fun? enjoyment? eh whatever.

A tall man jogged up to the group. Some people recognized him as Mumbo Jumbo, that one british guy with the mustache. Others, however, as that semi-scary redstone wizard who managed to create extremely powerful potion launchers during the invasion.

He was dressed just as down to earth as the others, holding a tall glass of lemonade in his hand and wearing a (quite goofy) sunhat he borrowed from Ren.

He was explaining something to X in hushed tones (something or other about a minor fire at the barbecue table?) When he looked past the gathering of guests and out towards the path that they had come from, and screeched.

"GRIAN PLEASE I'M HOLDING LEMONADE DON'T!" X reached over and grabbed the glass from his hands just in time for a cackling, feathered ball of something to crash into Mumbo, knocking him into the water with an audible "oof".

There was wild thrashing as the two tried to orient themselves, Grian somehow climbing onto Mumbo's back.

"CLEMMY! COME HELP ME DROWN MUMBO!" Grian waved towards a cluster of trees to their left, underneath which a small gathering of hermits was enjoying a bit of a reprieve from the sun.

"NOT YOU TOO!" came the mustachioed man's scream of distress.

Clementine, the whole terrifying six feet and three inches of a woman that she was, took off running to the water at full tilt towards the struggling brits.

Mumbo, having already formed a strategy in his head, did a perfect T-pose and feel backwards into the water, bringing down a screaming Grian with him. Clementine did a graceful swan dive into the water (how she executed that shall be left for viewer interpretation) and happily joined the fray, even the distressed calls of Stress behind her because "Gods damn it Clemmy! I spent an hour on your hair! And now it's ruined!" couldn't persuade her to give up on her mission to cause as much friendly chaos as possible.

She climbed out of the water a few minutes later, her hair a mess and a bright smile on her face.

"Techie! Wilby! Tubbo! Thank you guys so much for coming! I'm really glad that you could make it." She hugged them each close, enjoying the comfort of having them all together again.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world." Techno relaxed his posture, trying not to fidget too much. He was getting better with crowds but it was still a lot.

"You may think he's joking but he literally dragged Quackity all the way to the portal because he was too busy doing his eyeliner and would've made us late." Wilbur snickered when she leaned in to hug him, earnings him one of her patented ear-splitting laughs.

"I got a recording of it!" Tubbo proudly announced, pulling out his video camera

while still holding an arm around her.

"ABSOLUTELY NOT! LET ME HAVE SOME DIGNITY MAN!" The aforementioned Mr. Fattest Ass in the cabinet screamed indignantly as soon as he got within hearing range.

"Quackity you never had any dignity. It's too late for that." Techno flicked the duck shapeshifter on the head, earning him even more annoyed rambling which he just chose to ignore.

"Well, I'm glad that that's settled, now, I have some people I'd like for you to meet."

She directed them towards the group sitting in the shade, which consisted of False, (a now soaking wet) Grian, Stess, Mumbo (who also looked like a disgruntled cat that was just given a bath), Iskall and Ren.

Meanwhile Doc and Cleo had a little cornered off area they'd nicknamed the "cool kids club" (it was because around this time the sun got strong enough to actually burn her and Doc just felt slightly iffy about the water, since he was, ya know, half robot.)

Clemmy threw herself down on a blanket in front of a grumbling Stress who set about actually making her hair look presentable.

Niki sat down next to them and began discussing the merits of different styles to put Clemmy's hair into.

Ranboo sheepishly sat down next to Cleo's lawn chair folding all of his gangly limbs under himself.

Wilbur happily plopped himself down next to Ren on a blanket and began to hum along to the other's guitar.

Techno lay dow his cape, deciding that a nap was the best course of action in that moment.

Fundy hesitated for a second before going down to the shore to relax and just put his feet in the water for now.

Philza, the awkward dad that he was, chose to sit down close enough to the girls that he'd be able to hear what they were talking about without intruding.

Tubbo placed his stuff down by Clemmy's feet and ran out to the shore with his surf board in hand.

Going through so many conflicts in such a short amount of time really tires a person out, especially ones as young as the ones from the SMP so getting this afternoon of rest truly helped ease some of the stress given to them by recent events.

(Beach episode pog?)

Of course, this little get together wasn't without it's faults. About two hours in Doc accidentally trampled False's sand castle, who in retaliation teamed up with Cleo to dump water on him while he was relaxing.

This little conflict evolved into a battle to see who could build the biggest and grandest sand castle between "Team Himbo" and "Team Women" (one of those was coined by Clemmy). Puffy and Stress set up a good system of transporting sand from point A to point B, allowing them to move faster. False got placed on detailing duty while Niki brought refreshments for the rest of the team. Alyssa was mostly helping out wherever she could, as Cleo worked her armour stand magic to make their castle feel even more alive.

Clemmy just shouted encouragements and bullied the opposing team.

(The member list of Team Himbo has been redacted to avoid any drama about who might qualify as a himbo in the given circumstances)

Somehow the guys managed to convince Techno to join them, which immediately stacked odds in their favor to which Eret and Iskall, being the non-binary legends they are, decided to side with Team Women, now renamed to "Team Prettier Than You".

Their building contest laated for another hour before X decided to try to stop them (it wasn't because of the time. It was because TFC and Grian started shouting things about structural integrity and adding stone parts to the walls and the contestants actually listened when he decided that it was getting out of hand.)

Then it was time to actually enjoy the barbecue. Techno surprised everyone with how delicious his baked potatoes ended up. Beef also got to flex his skills a little with, as you guessed it, beef.

Tubbo and Tango sadly had to eat further away then everyone because the moment they got within ten feet of the fire something mysteriously combusted.

After that, the ZIT trio busted out the karaoke machine and the night went from good to great.

The old Team Star was dared to sing a rendition of Hermit Gang and everyone younger than 25 felt physical distress during some parts.

The sleepy bois (+Tubbo) sang a cover of "Your new boyfriend" (Techno got surprisingly into it) and then Wilbur swiped Ren's guitar to sing some Taylor Swift songs (accompanied by Tubbo on a synth he seemingly pulled out of nowhere) in that one weird accent he can do which had most people wheezing on the floor from laughter after the first song.

Niki threw down a german cover of Say So by Doja Cat. Grian, Phil and Tommy were unconsciously doing the parrot dancing thing. It was great.

Quackity sang something in spanish and Karl and Sapnap made over exaggerated swooning noises.

Skeppy and Bad did a duet. It was as adorable as it sounds.

Some other people also came on stage, belting out songs in such horridly broken voices that I'll spare you the details. Let's just say, nails scratching chalkboards would sound better.

And that was most of the festivities over with.

The last thing on the agenda? A meteor shower. How did they set it up? Clemmy's weird star child thing. The aforementioned girl was huddled close together with her family as they watched the comets streak across the clear sky (all electronics and artificial lights were shut off for the night) and Melohi played from a jukebox in the corner.

Fundy was laying his head in Dream's lap, the other boy was softly threading his fingers through his almost fiance's orange hair while leaning heavily on George and trying not to let sleep claim him as it had the fox (no one knew how this happened, all they were aware of is that the three had disappeared sometime during the sand castle contest only to reemerge having finally talked things through and come to an agreement that they all seemed happy with).

Ranboo, Niki, Puffy and Eret were collapsed in a happy pile just vibing.

The sleepy bois, who were for once actually sleepy, all wore matching flower crowns braided together by Stress's experienced fingers (and Wilbur's rather clumsy ones). Phil and her had managed to come to an agreement of unofficial joint custody after he witnessed Techno embarrassedly lean down to let her place a crown of golden flowers upon his head and saw his internal beam of pride when she called him "handsome".

The boys never really had a mother he mused, maybe she could teach them kindness where he couldn't.

Another surprise addition to the family was the owner of the third pair of wings in the cuddle pile. Phil didn't expect to end up with any more children at this point in his life, but Grain and Clemmy were practically attached at the hip and it felt wrong to even think about separating them.

He only hoped that those two wouldn't cause too much chaos especially when teamed up with Tubbo.

In the end, everyone drifted off to sleep, one by one they closed their eyes on their most perfect day. Praying for whatever might be out there, that they'll have many more moments just like this.

Well,

almost everyone.

Callahan chuckled as he walked back up to his spot with Alyssa farther away from the others. shutting off his camera after cycling through the pictures he took of everyone looking goofy while sleeping (His favorite is the one where Clemmy was very visibly munching on Techno's hair). He may not use those as blackmail but he sure ass hell was going to tease them about it later. He fell asleep there on that hill, drifting off to comforting rest like the others.

After that? Life moved on.

It was chaotic sure, and not perfect.

But it was theirs. They grew up slowly, learning to be kind to one another, how to grow with one another.

Life wasn't always perfect but hey, they had each other. And in the end? That's all that mattered.

#mcyt #dream smp #long post #i am not tagging them all #hermitcraft #lesbianinnit #sleepyblr #sleepyboys inc #hermit!tommy au #fluff #dream smp fanfiction #hermitcraft fanfiction #fanfiction #sleepyboys centric #other people are mentioned tho #trans!tommyinnit #mtf!Tommyinnit

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highnicknick · 2 years

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I posted 802 times in 2021

31 posts created (4%)

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For every post I created, I reblogged 24.9 posts.

I added 32 tags in 2021

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#okay but i wouldnt be surprised if foolish joined

My Top Posts in 2021

More random hermitcraft headcanons

mumbo is 1/8 spider, 1/8 cow, 1/8 alien, 1/8 enderman, 1/4 potato, and 1/4 human. he forgets about most of these

mumbo cam become a literal potato if he wants to

when mumbo is in potato form the other hermits play catch with him

tfc is god

grian etho and bdubs are part gremlin

grian is THE strongest person on hermitcraft

x can be "tamed" with cookies

doc surgically implanted horns into his head before season 6

every hermit has adopted at least 1 person from the dsmp

jevin physically radiated positivity

a part of jevins head is not his, due to him, slimecicle, and petezahhutt trading small bits of themselves because they're slime bros

grians eyes are both the void and lumps of coal

grian t poses while on his tippy toes in front of bdubs

x once accidentally ate a shulker box worth of cookies

mumbo has snorted redstone dust on numerous occasions

mumbo likes grabbing peoples shoulders

grian was college roommates with sally the salmon

grian was on the dsmp for a week

grian and dream are biological brothers. only grian knows this

last life is actually a vr gaming session

tango is 1/16 tnt

impulse was a pirate once

iskall can play recorder with his nose

ren one day just randomly became half dog and was like "oh okay"

gem became half deer as soon as she stepped foot into hermitcraft

pearl is always cold

false is always warm

pearl and false like to snuggle to normalize their temperatures /p

keralis is part chicken

mumbo randomly teleports when stressed

grian once fought and killed god before tfc was god

dsmp worships tfc not knowing its tfc

joe is the best selling author

cleo once set an abandoned school on fire

iskall drinks a LOT of water

helsknight and ex arent evil, just not chaotic

zedaph once ate an entire plains biome

hermitcraft is the one place not run by anyone from the dsmp that people from the dsmp can freely go

cub lives life on 1.25x speed

36 notes • Posted 2021-10-13 00:50:41 GMT

thank you @birch-forest for making this picrew, ive made 7 hermits using it and am currently making more

38 notes • Posted 2021-11-01 04:43:31 GMT

Random Hermitcraft Headcanons

Every single smp knows about hermitcraft

X can shapeshift into any living thing except people under 4'6 and above 7'6

For the first few seasons, new hermits just randomly appeared and were like "oh okay guess im here now"

Mumbo joined hermitcraft at 14 years

Tfc is 60k years old

Jevin is made of 2 layers, an inner "core" of oobleck and an outer layer of slime

Scar is actually 6'4

Grian can lift any other hermit with 1 hand

The only hermits to cut their hair are Grian, Joe, and Bdubs cause they don't know how and theyre scared of Bdubs

Bdubs is half feral cat

Iskall is a third human, third guardian, third slime

Ren has written fanfiction of some of the other hermits, they haven't said anything yet

Mumbo cosplays the other hermits and has a cosplay tiktok account with over 100k, over half of the hermits follow it, no one knows its mumbo

No hermit is fully human

Cub acts like a teen despite being in his 40s

Mumbo was emo before hermitcraft and have the emo clothes and accessories to Cub

Mumbos hair is naturally brown, and he dyes it with ink sacks. For the first month of season 8, his hair was brown

Iskall is a tetris god

Gem can do a triple backflip

Scars big hat is 6 feet tall, making him 11'2 in his wheelchair

Pearl knows Japanese, Arabic, French, and Spanish

Pearl is half raven

From mcc, theyve adopted everyone they teamed with and they live with the person they teamed with most (Hbomb with Ren, Joel with Cub and Grian, TapL with Pearl, ect.)

Jevin jiggles in front of people to cheer them up

People use Jevin as a stress ball

Scar is a fourth cat

Grian knows exactly how to scare every other hermit

Hermits give therapy to the DSMP

Grian grew wings as soon as he joined hermitcraft. It was painful

Etho does the among us sound effects perfectly

Etho and Tango have a weekly anime group meeting with InTheLittleWood and Philza

Keralis has dry skin

Jevin goes into a bucket when stressed

53 notes • Posted 2021-10-04 09:37:11 GMT

Random hermitcraft headcanons the third but this time theres a lot of dsmp crossover

grian and wilbur/tommy/techno are cousins

scar and doc are tubbos uncles

grian and dream were best friends all of middle and high school

a hermit has accidentally eaten mumbo before

tommy is originally from hermitcraft but dream stole him

iskall and niki are siblings

etho gave the dsmp it's shulker box

mumbo is ranboos older brother

tango eats mayo

grian taught tommy how to fly

grian was phils middle school science teacher

mumbo survived a 3k block fall with just sheer will, nothing below him

everyone on the dsmp sees any hermit as god

tfc is phils great great grandpa

wilbur had a grian phase where his entire personality and style was grian

doc and sam have swapped places numerous times, only being noticed when either dream hears german cursing or when ren smells an american

mumbo and ranboo are both 6'8

fundy ren and gem have a furry cult

half the dsmp fears grian, the other half stand him

x is dreams biological dad

joe likes to meet dream in prison just to read him poems hours on end, dream doesn't entirely hate it

73 notes • Posted 2021-10-25 01:50:47 GMT

can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars i could really use a wish right now wish right now wish right now

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fan-da-nerd · 4 years

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“we don’t tolerate that here” a Hermitcraft fanfic

yso i saw an anon post from @give-grian-rights that gave me inspiration to write a Hermitcraft one-shot based on the Sam’s funeral... story? anyway, i hope you enjoy

TW: panic attacks, trauma, death, beating abusers to death, vomiting mention

no one planned for it to happen, no one really even knew. but that changed one day when mumbo was just wandering around the forest and found himself at the foot of Grian’s mansion. the prismirine build towered above him, casting a shadow over him in the late day sun. The mustacheio’d man decided to have a peek inside the mansion just to see if Grian was there and if he’d done anything new.

he strolled inside, past the map corridor into the main room. he huffed quietly as he looked around at the sprawling sorting system. you really need to get on that he thought to himself. he continued to look around, not seeing Grian anywhere.

just then he heard crying. quiet and whimpering from behind the rows of HMMMMM. Mumbo made his way around them, looking around for the source of the noise. he found it in a bundle of red jumper and shimmering wings. wings wrapped tight around him as he laid curled on the floor. mumbo moved swiftly over to him, slowing when he got close.

“Grian?” he spoke gently as he took a step closer. the man on the floor curled up tighter with a yelp, shaking with unsteady breath. “its ok Grian, its me, mumbo.” he whimpered again then gagged and cough roughly. this continued, gagging and wheezing so much then he uncurled and braced himself up. mumbo hurried over to his friend and rested his hand on his back. Grian flinched in surprise but continued to cough.

“hey, hey, Grian look at me. its ok, what do you need? mumbo asked in a panic. Grian wheezed again, but finally looked up at mumbo. eyes bloodshot and face pale from fear and pain. the dark haired man moved quickly when Grian started gagging again. grabbing the nearest composter and moving it in front of his friend, helping him get up and lean against it.

“what happened, did you eat a pufferfish? do you need a health potion, milk?” he continued berating him with questions as he started to get up to grabbed whichever liquid he could find first. As he started to stand he felt a hand rest on his knee. he looked down and met Grian’s eyes, where the shorter man just slowly shook his head. tears ran down his face and his breathing still jerked and wheezed. Mumbo slowly kneeled down again as Grian turned and coughed again, starting to claw at his throat.

“Grian, don’t. what’s happening?” he muttered in distress. Grian didn’t speak for a moment the muttered.

“pan- panic”

mumbo thought for a moment panic, panic, panic- “panic attack?” he asked quickly. Grian nodded, holding his throat and coughing like he was trying to cough something up.

“water” he muttered, and mumbo began rummaging though his bag for a water bucket. he pulled it out and handed it to Gri, who chugged it in less than 30 seconds. he coughed but finally leaned back, his chest rose up and down sporadically.

“hey, hey. breath Grian. in for 5-”

they continued like this together, in, hold, out.in a couple minute Grian had stopped crying, and his breathing had steadied to a normal steady pace. mumbo moved in front of him slowly. “ok, Grian. what happened? you don’t have to tell me, but if you are willing to. I want to help.” Grian stared off into nothing, his eyes started to well up with tears again as he seemed to see things no one else could. Mumbo could hear him trying to force his breath to stay calm. Grian took a deep breath, then everything began to spill out.

“I saw a white rabbit and it sent me spiraling and i couldn't stop thinking and he hurt me it hurt so bad he cut my wings, forces plastic down my throat he tried to MURDER me Mumbo he put a knife in my side and i still feel like there's plastics lodged in my throat and I want to scream and cry whenever i think about it and Sam so many and done so much terrible things and he didn’t get his karma-” this vent ended is mumbo grabbing him and pulling him close, trying to stop the spiraling before it gets back to how it was when he found him. Grian's shoulders when slack and he leaned into the hug, and they sat there together in silence.

mumbo sat there, trying to think of something to say to this. he knew that Grian didn’t like talking too much about his early past. sure they’d learned some things, other worlds like Evo and projects he did in his own world but they never knew much. and definitely not this. he thought for what felt like an hour before finally asking. “are you ok now?” He could feel Grian hesitate, but nod. “ok. whatever happened in your past, its not the present. you’re with us now.”

Grian took a breath and pulled away from his mustached friend. His eyes softened and he smiled. “thanks mumbo.” he nodded and stood up, offering a hand to his shorter friend. Grian took his hand and pulled himself to his feet, stumbling but standing.

“hey Grian?”

“yeah?”

“is it ok if i tell X about this? so that more people can know about your triggers and avoid-” he made a vague gesture “this? its ok if not” Grian thought for a moment then nodded.

“probably easier than me trying to talk though it” he chuckled quietly at the end. Mumbo smiled, half happy half concerned before glancing at the door.

“ok, then I think I’m going to leave now. if your ok-” Grian cut him off with a nod. Mumbo waved goodbye, then took off with only 20 rockets.

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Mumbo flew around, weaving between the towers of the jungle looking for the Admin. he eventually spotted him in his main tower and landed on the balcony. Xisuma was setting his ravenger helmet, no doubt having just changed after a decked out run. he spotted mumbo and spun around, grabbing his Bee helmet on the way around. “Mr. Jumbo, what do i own the pleasurer?”

“hey X...” Mumbo started, very suddenly realizing he did not know how to open this conversation. “I wanted to let you know about something that happened with Grian.” X’s face fell a little as he tilted his head to the side

“is he ok?

mumbo sighed and shrugged “not really. i found him having a panic attack in his mansion. he said he’s ok now but i thought you should know.”

“oh,’ Xisuma’s voice softened as he sat down against the wall, locking his helmet on as he went. “mind telling me what happened?” Mumbo sat down across from him and began to explain everything he could remember. Clipped wings, attempted murder, stabbing, harassments, unfulfilled karma. it was a little hard to see Xisuma’s expression behind the black visor, but Mumbo could make out concern with tinges of anger. an expression he was not used to seeing on the bee man. when mumbo finished X was deep in thought. he nodded slowly before looking down at his communicator. the device they use to message, research, change worlds, ect.

“did he say who this was?” Mumbo pauses for a minute as he tried to remember.

“it was... Sam? the spiral was also caused by a white rabbit. that's all i really know.” X nodded and looked back up at Mumbo.

“thanks for letting me know.” something about his voice sat oddly with the dark haired man but he let it go. to be honest Mumbo was angry himself. that someone would hurt Grian like that and not his due. he stood up and nodded at X, who nodded back. something told him that X understood what Mumbo was feeling. He turned around and jumped off the tower, taking off into the blue. “Sam.. rabbit.” X muttered to himself as he began to type into his device.

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the next morning came with an odd message from X.

‘if anyone would like to join me in punishing, meet at the SD between the diamond trees in 5’ -Xisumavoid

‘sounds fun. I’m in’ -TangoTek

‘what?” -impulseSV

5 minutes later roughly half the server was there. some out of curiosity, some trusting that if X wants to punish someone its probably reasonable. Etho, impulse, Ren, Mumbo, False, tango, Iskall, Wels, and of course Xisuma were all gathered together in front of the whirling portal.

“mind explaining why we’re gathered here?” Wels asked as he looked around at how many people had arrived. X took and breath and walked in front of the group.

“ladies and gentleman, today we’re here because a member of our community has terrible trauma and an abuser who got away without punishment. an abuser who killed, maimed, manipulated, and injured multiple people in a non responing world” silence fell over the group in surprise. “I believe they deserve to get punished. you in?” no words were spoken but Wels stood up tall and pulled his sword. others followed suit and did the same. Etho pulled his bow and tango loaded a crossbow with a rocket. X nodded, and began to type into his device.

as they stood around, none of the notice and short man in a jumper flying into the district. he started towards the barge but turned when he saw a gathering of half the server who looked like they were ready for homicide. he didn’t want to interrupt so he kept to the side and just watched. of all the things he thought could be happening, Sam Gladiator falling from the sky was not on that list. every muscle in his body tensed, wanting to book it or throw hands but instead it just froze stock still.

The Bunny boy plummeted from the sky and landed with a hard thud. he stood, with everything spinning but saw himself surrounded by people he did not know. at first. then, hiding beside a large blue sea creature he saw an old friend of his. glancing around, the multiple armed adults was... surprising, but not too concerning. Everyone was dying or killing back home. he stood to his feet and took a step towards the older kid. as he did this, mumbo followed his gaze and spotted the small bundle of red and gray, panicking instantly. without thinking he lurched forward and shot his blade out, blocking Sam from getting to Grian.

he looked up at Grian and only saw fear, he had taken a step back in perfect sync with Sam stepping forward. Instantly, mumbo only saw red hot rage. X’s voice broke the daze as he spoke of the crowd. “you are the one who hurt him, aren’t you?” his tone implied that he wasn’t really asking.

Sam turned to him and laughed. “Its not that bad-”

“You. abused. him.” X snapped back, exasperated and pissed. “and we don’t tolerate that here. Go.” that was all that was needed.

The fight broke out instantly, a kid with a knife clashing with explosions and swords. People of both sides had blades stabbed into them and the bunny boy held surprisingly well in the fight. that does not mean he did well. he died multiple times and every time he responed again and got back into the fight. it was nearly impossible to head over the clash of metal and fireworks a yard from your face. The incoming storm did not help, the distant roar of thunder and shocks of light made the whole thing even more disorienting.

Grian watched this go on, seeing the people he loved and the land he called home. for the first time in a while, he looked at the white rabbit ear and still felt safe. they were willing to research, summon, and fight a guy they don't even know except as a murderer. just because he had hurt Grian. his muscles relaxed as he blinked the shock out of his eyes. he watched the fight rage on, the dark clouds coming in, and got an idea. he slinked into guardian goodies and found the ender chest. he rummaged through it and found what he was looking for. standing up and pulled out the glistening trident, lightning crackling between the prongs. he climbed up guardian goodies, stood up on the top, and he smiled. He felt absolutely honored and loved by the hermits, but it was time for him to face his past. this was his fight, and he knew that the hermits were by his side in the battle.

he pulled up his device and typed two simple words.

‘get back.’- grian

everyone looked around, and when they finally saw him his eye were sharp on Sam. Trident lifted above his head, crackling with power and magic. his knuckles turned white as he thought about all that had happened, everything that he’d done. everyone pulled away from Sam, leaving him exposed as Grian finally shot forward and let it all go.

lightning cracked down on sam, and this time he didn’t respon

no proofreading, we die like men

#hermitcraft #hermitblr #hermitcraft fanfic #TW abuse #TW death #grianmc #grian #xisuma #xisumavoid #xisumamc #samgladiator #yhs sam #hc mumbo #mumbo jumbo #bonfire bunny funeral

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melon-wing · 4 years

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Dread Part 7/7

[Pirate Au Masterlist] Thanks once again to my awesome beta reader @aaronampora-ao3

Enjoy! ~*~

“No! Stop!” A loud voice echoed through the throneroom.

Doc's eyes were shut tightly. He felt like he couldn't breathe. He expected pain to come, but other than the burning wound in his abdomen nothing hurt. Why wasn’t he hurting more? Was he in too much shock to feel the gunshot? He slowly opened his eyes again, looking down. He was expecting to see a gaping hole in his own chest, blood flowing everywhere, but he didn't. The gun was still pressed against his shirt, no smoke was coming from the muzzle. It couldn't have fired a shot. He slowly raised his head, looking at Grian, whose face was as white as a sheet, drenched in cold sweat, eyes unbelievably wide.

"You didn't...?", Doc asked in confusion and Grian's hand started trembling slightly. Oh, right. That voice shouting for Grian to stop had been Bdubs’... But if the shot hadn't been fired by Grian, then who? And why would Bdubs order Grian to stop?

Doc looked up and finally noticed the chaos in the throne room around him and Grian. Bdubs had jumped from his throne, fury written all over his face, Sam was on the floor beside it and above him...

"False?"

The blonde gave him a tight smile, but didn't pay him much attention, keeping her knee on Sam's back and her sword at his neck. And then Doc's eyes snapped over to Ren, scared that Bdubs might have killed him when False had attacked. That was when he realised where the gunshot had come from. Ren was still lying on the floor, but there was no longer a sword at his neck. The sword was lying on the floor and the hand that had just held it was bleeding, a hole right in the middle. Keralis looked just as furious if not even more so than Bdubs, holding his bleeding hand, but otherwise unmoving. Behind him stood Etho, still smoking gun raised to Keralis' head. Even with the mask on, Doc saw that he was smiling.

"Etho... How...?"

"I always know when you’re in danger, Doc, you know that. I'm always here to save your sorry ass", Etho said tightly, his eyes moved to Bdubs. "Now tell Grian to drop the gun or I will shoot your lover. You wouldn't want to see his brain all over the floor, would you?"

Bdubs shrugged and Doc realised he seemed furious, but still too relaxed to give off the impression that he had just been defeated. "You are forgetting that there still is a gun pointed at your Captain's heart. I don't think you are in a place to negotiate. Keralis is…” Bdubs hesitated for a second, his eyes meeting Keralis’ before he continued, “replaceable. Is your Captain? And will you be able to react after watching Doc's dying body fall to the floor?" Bdubs smirked, eyes holding Doc's gaze. "You can have your First Mate back, if you leave Keralis alone, you can even have the little navy lap dog, I have no use for him afterwards anyways, but I won't give you Doc."

Doc hung his head a little, staring at the weapon pressed against his chest. Well wasn't that the deal he had hoped for in the first place? For everyone to walk out of here unharmed?

"As if we would ever agree to-"

"Etho", Doc interrupted, looking at Etho with a stern glare, "Stop it."

He then turned back to Bdubs and smiled. "I accept, B. Tell Grian to kill me now and everyone else walks free in exchange for Keralis' life. Nobody else will be harmed. Do you promise?"

Bdubs grin widened and there was an excited gleam in his eyes. It seemed like both of them were happy with this outcome. "I promise. You’re the only one I want after all."

"Doc, no!", Ren shouted, looking up at him, his whole face so devastated. Doc had seen that face before, the moment Ren had told him about their dad’s death.

Doc smiled at Ren sadly. It hurt to know that he'd be causing his brother and friends so much pain, but it was the only way out of this situation. He would gladly take the fall if it meant everyone else would be safe. He turned back to Grian and smiled. "Do your worst, love."

Everything should have been over then and there, but Etho didn't seem to be in the mood to follow his Captain's orders today.

"No. There will be no deals between the two of you when I'm the one holding the gun. If Doc dies so will Keralis. Also, Captain Bdubs, you might want to reconsider. Because I have no qualms to shoot, but your little dog doesn't seem like he will go through with it."

Bdubs’ eyes snapped to Grian, who still stood there, frozen completely.

"Pet..." Grian flinched and the shaking started again, only slightly and probably only really noticeable from as close up as Doc was. "Shoot him, pet. Do it now."

Doc looked at Grian and then their eyes met and Doc smiled softly. “I‘m really sorry you got dragged into this“, he whispered sadly. And he really meant it. He felt bad. Not because he was going to die, but because he was the one to blame that Grian suffered through all of this.

“Doc…” Grian’s voice was quiet, but Doc could still hear it and his breath hitched at the tone of just that one word. The voice was no longer distant and hollow, but fearful. Maybe Etho had been right after all. Maybe Grian wouldn‘t shoot. Doc‘s eyes darted to the gun. If he was fast enough, could he disarm Grian in this state? It wouldn‘t take much to just break his wrist. Even in this state Doc was pretty sure he could do it. He had been in tougher battles.

But he didn‘t move. He couldn’t hurt Grian anymore than he already had. He just looked up at Grian and smiled sadly.

“Grian… Let me take you home.”

And to Doc‘s surprise he felt the gun slowly move downwards on his chest. He watched with wide eyes as Grian lowered his arm, bit by bit.

“Don‘t you dare, pet.” Bdubs hissed from the throne and the gun snapped back up into position, but Doc could still feel it shaking.

And Doc knew in that moment that Etho had been right. There was a high possibility that Grian wouldn‘t shoot. No… Doc knew that Grian wouldn’t shoot.

Slowly, as not to startle him, Doc raised his hand and softly placed it on Grian‘s cheek. “I’m here. He can‘t hurt you anymore. I won‘t let anybody hurt you anymore. Not Bdubs, nor anyone else. I promise.”

There was the sound of rustling fabric and the pressure from Doc‘s chest was gone. He didn‘t have to look down to know that Grian had lowered the gun. He kept looking right into Grian‘s eyes, so wide and full of fear and it hurt, but he couldn’t avert his gaze.

“That‘s it. We’re getting out of here, alright Grian?”

Grian gave a slight nod and the movement made Doc feel relief. Grian wasn‘t broken. He was just hurt and Doc could work with that.

“Pet.”

Doc smiled softly and then took ahold of Grian‘s hand as he tried to move the gun up again, only putting enough pressure on it, to stop the movement. He wouldn‘t let Grian sink back under Bdubs‘ control. And Grian let him. He let Doc guide his hand, his breath hitching slightly as Doc‘s hand moved to hold his. And then they held the gun together, pointing it straight at Bdubs. Doc could feel Grian shaking under his grasp, but he didn‘t move away.

“I‘m here. I‘ll always be here”, he whispered quietly into Grian‘s ear, before raising his eyes to look at Bdubs, a smirk on his lips. Bdubs didn‘t look amused at all. The situation had just turned on him completely and he probably knew he had lost.

“So, B. What do you say. You ready to beg for your life?”

Bdubs face twisted into an angry grimace, but he still stood tall, not letting the defeat get to him. “We both know that all my men will be on you in an instant if you shoot now. Just…”

Bdubs looked at Keralis and Doc followed his eyes. Keralis was still looking furious, but his face had become pale as more blood kept flowing from the gun shot wound. He shook his head slightly at Bdubs, seemingly knowing what Bdubs was about to do and not happy with it. But Bdubs’ gaze was already back to Doc and he just gave a sigh.

“Leave, Doc. You won this time. I won‘t send my men after you.”

Doc felt light all of the sudden as if a giant weight had dropped from his shoulders.

“Etho, take Keralis.”

Bdubs stepped towards Etho, but a clicking sound from the gun pointed at Keralis’ head made him freeze.

“If you try to take him-”

“Oh, don‘t worry. I‘m no monster and I‘d like to have some peace and quiet. We‘ll let him go once we leave this island. He’s just accompanying us to make sure no one stops us. Etho, False…“

False looked at him, and Doc could tell she wasn‘t happy with Doc‘s decision. But killing Bdubs now would be more trouble than it was worth. Grian and Ren weren‘t in any condition to fight. Ren was injured and Doc wasn‘t sure how damaged Grian‘s mind had become. And then there was the wound in Doc‘s stomach he kept trying to ignore. They all needed medical attention as soon as possible and a prolonged fight with Bdubs‘ men wouldn‘t let them get that.

As badly as he wanted his revenge, he knew this wasn‘t the right time. All of them getting out alive was already a far better outcome than he had planned for.

After a stern look False sighed. She grabed Sam‘s head and bashed it hard against the stone floor. Probably to make sure that guy wouldn‘t give them any trouble while they were escaping.

She walked over to Ren, leaving Sam lying bloody and unconscious on the floor. “Heya Ren. I‘m gonna pick you up, alright, buddy?”

Ren looked at her out of dazed eyes. He had become awfully quiet during the whole exchange and Doc was seriously worried for his health.

“Carry the princess off in your strong arms, Knight Falsie“, Ren replied with a small smile. Then again. Maybe Ren would be okay after everything was said and done.

False put her sword away and carefully put her arms under Ren‘s knees and back, picking him up bridal style. She didn‘t even look like Ren‘s weight bothered her, just striding over to Doc‘s side. Etho walked over as well. He had Keralis‘ uninjured arm twisted behind his back, pushing him forward, gun still pointed at his head.

Doc heaved a sigh of relief and finally lowered the gun, gently prying it from Grian‘s hand to put it on his own belt. He sure as hell didn‘t trust Grian with a weapon right now. As he started walking he picked up his sword and gave Bdubs one last withering glare.

“If you ever dare to touch Grian again, I will kill you and everything you hold dear, no matter the cost”, Doc said, his voice almost a growl “Take out your unhealthy obsession on me, not him. Next time don’t be a coward and fight me one on one… If you think you can take me.”

Doc felt a strange satisfaction at the angry look on Bdubs’ face. That satisfaction was gone pretty fast when he turned around to walk again and realised that he was pulling Grian along more, than he was walking by himself. It only made him hate Bdubs more.

He wanted to assure Grian, tell him something that would help. He didn’t want to pull Grian around like some… pet. Bdubs had probably done enough of that during the last few days. Once they returned to the ship he needed to make sure they gave Grian everything he needed to be able to heal.

Doc took the lead through the maze of tunnels, followed by Etho pushing Keralis, False carrying Ren right behind them. The way out seemed so much longer than it had felt on the way in. He knew they wouldn’t be attacked with Keralis as a hostage. But still his heart was racing and he had started sweating more and more. He was already out of breath and they hadn’t even gotten out of the cave yet. He felt his grip on Grian getting a little lighter as his vision started to swim.

And then he realised it. Those weren’t signs that he was nervous. The adrenaline that had kept him going was starting to fade and he had lost a lot of blood. The wound was still bleeding as he pressed on it with his free hand. He blinked a few times and tightened his grip on Grian’s shaking hand. He couldn’t falter now. Grian needed him to stay strong.

“Doc, are you…”, Etho‘s voice sounded so worried, but Doc only shook his head.

“I’m alright. It looks worse than it is. I just got… grazed lightly by a knife. Nothing major.”

Doc could imagine the way Etho looked at his back right now. Etho always seemed to know when Doc was lying about his condition, but there was nothing they could do about it right now anyways. Now, his only goal was to get his family to safety.

They left the corridors, exiting into the forest and Doc stopped, trying to catch his breath, while at the same time trying to hide how tired he suddenly felt.

“Where‘s your boat? I don‘t think I‘m up for climbing down a cliff”, he confessed. Etho didn‘t answer at once, searching his face and Doc tried his best to keep focused on his friend‘s eyes, but it was hard, when the world felt as if it was tilting.

“Doc…”

“Where is the boat, Etho?” Doc asked again, his voice taking on a more commanding tone and Etho‘s mouth snapped shut. They all knew that it was better not to protest sometimes.

“It‘s down by the beach to the south. Not far from here.”

Doc nodded and turned back again. He took a few steps and stopped, hoping that Grian would follow. It sent a pang to his heart when he didn‘t until Doc pulled on his hand once more. He heard a small giggle from behind him.

“How does it feel to get a broken toy, Doc, hm?”, Keralis said with a small smile and Doc threw him a glare but didn‘t stoop so low as to get into a fight with their hostage now. Etho just pressed the gun harder against his temple and from the way Keralis winced, Etho must have also twisted his arm a bit more.

“Shut up and keep walking.”

They continued on in silence through the trees and it was getting harder and harder for Doc to keep going. Only his determination kept him from slowing down or taking a break. And then the forest finally ended and Doc could see the ocean again. He felt happy every time he saw the ocean, but never had he felt so relieved and happy enough to almost cry. Once they were out on the sea nothing could stop them. They would be safe.

He kept going, out over a rocky plain and suddenly his feet got caught on a small pile of rocks. He tried to keep his balance, but his head decided that this would be a good moment to make the whole world spin around. He felt sick again and then he was falling, closing his eyes, expecting to plant face first into the ground. Suddenly a strong hand wrapped around his waist and he was pulled against a broad chest. He took a few shaking breaths, trying to get his body to obey him again, trying to stop the world from spinning. And then realisation dawned on him. Etho must have let go of Keralis to catch him and if their hostage was gone they could be attacked any second, and…

Doc opened his eyes,slowly raising his head, only to look at Grian, who looked at him with wide, worried eyes, just as breathless as Doc. And that was when Doc realised that the hand around his waist was shaking slightly and it dawned on him. Grian had caught him. Grian, who he had needed to pull along the whole way, who Doc thought was barely able to take action without anyone telling him to, had just caught him. Nobody here was telling him to do that.

“Grian…?”

Grian flinched a little, his hand twitching, moving away a little before moving back into position, never once really letting go of Doc.

“Step… away… please.“ His voice was so small that Doc almost didn‘t catch it, but when the words hit his brain, he realised why Grian was twitching and shaking so much. They were standing here in full-on body contact, when all the physical touches Grian had gotten the last few days must have been painful or - the way he knew Bdubs - mockingly gentle.

Doc nodded and took another deep breath. He really didn‘t feel all that steady yet, but he could do this. No need to stay longer than necessary - even if it felt kind of nice to have Grian‘s strong arm around him.

Doc finally stepped away and Grian gasped, sucking in air, his body shaking, but when he raised his head to look at Doc, there was the ghost of a smile on his face, beneath the uncertainty and fear.

“Grian. Are you alright? Can you-”

“Oh fuck this drama“, Keralis voice interrupted him with a snarl, “You should have let him drop, pet.“

And at the last word, Grian froze up, every hint of the smile gone, Grian‘s mouth snapping shut, no other word leaving his lips, not even answering Doc‘s question.

And Doc turned from Grian to Keralis, his hands balled into fists and his body shaking in fury.

“I swear to the gods, Keralis. If I hear one more word out of you I will return you to Bdubs in pieces. I will take my time, keeping you alive as I let him stumble upon your body… Bit. By. Bit“

Keralis just glared right back at him, his enraged expression not even faltering.

“I don‘t think you‘d want to make Bdubs go through that, would you?“

And finally Keralis growled and nodded, averting his still angry eyes to the side.

“Good. Let‘s keep going.“ Doc sighed heavily, looking at Grian‘s still frozen from. “I‘m going to take your hand again. Sorry.“

He tried to keep his touch light, as he took Grian‘s hand into his own, but it still hurt him how Grian flinched a little.

“You are safe, remember? Bdubs can‘t hurt you here.”

There was no sign that Grian had even heard him, but Doc thought he could feel Grian‘s hand press slightly against his. He started walking, pulling the other along, Etho and False following them once again. It didn‘t take them long to reach the boat and Doc carefully guided Grian inside, before motioning False to get inside with Ren. Only when he was sure all of them were safe inside he turned to Etho.

“Knock him out.“

Keralis opened his mouth, his muscles tensing, about to struggle, but before he could even react there was a loud thud, the gun hitting the back of his head. His eyes widened and he let out a small breathless “Oh“, before his body crumbled, falling into the sand. Doc really needed to resist the urge to kick him while he was down. And then Etho‘s boot suddenly hit Keralis‘ stomach. Hard.

“Etho?!“

“What? Can‘t tell me you didn‘t want to do that. I just took care of it for you. And now”- Etho moved forward, putting one arm around Doc and slinging one of Doc‘s arms over his shoulder - “I can finally take care of you, Captain dumbass.”

Doc smiled slightly, not even trying to reprimand him for the insult. He deserved that one for the stunt he had pulled tonight.

He let Etho hoist him into the boat, slumping down on the seat a little. He made a move to grab onto the paddles, but stopped, when Etho gave him a warning look.

“Yeah, yeah alright. You and False do the rowing then. But don‘t complain about your arms hurting tomorrow.”

They both knew Etho would so complain about it, just to annoy Doc.

The boat was shaking on the waves and Doc could feel his eyelids drop a few times. He dug his fingernails into his hands, trying to stay awake and alert. They still weren‘t out of the enemy‘s territory. He wouldn't let his guard down. He just couldn‘t.

He kept staring at the island as it got smaller and smaller. He wanted to look at Grian and to never let him out of his sight, but he resisted the urge, still looking out for potential dangers. He could still see Keralis’ unconscious body on the ground. He startled as he saw movement. Someone was running up to Keralis. They were already too far to recognize who it was. But Doc just had the feeling that it might be Bdubs, from the way the person moved. And if it was really Bdubs it was a good sign. If Bdubs wanted to follow them he’d be on his ship by now for sure.

They spent the next 15 minutes in solemn silence. Ren was slipping in and out of consciousness now and it had Doc worried. He knew he probably should be worried about himself as he was still pressing onto his wet shirt, drenched in blood. But Ren was more important than his own health - his family always had been.

When they finally got to the ship ropes were lowered and their boat pulled up. Everybody on the ship seemed to be awake again, working in almost perfect synch to get them up. As soon as they were all aboard, Etho turned to Doc, looking at him with a stern expression.

“Take off your shirt”, he said.

“Well, Etho, dear. You could take me out to dinner first. And not in front of my maybe future boyfriend”, Doc replied in a teasing tone, trying to lighten the mood, but the expression on Etho’s face didn’t change.

“You did enough stupid things for one night. Stop it now and let me look at your wound.”

Doc sighed and took his shirt off, turning to look at False, who had put Ren down on deck carefully. He really wanted to force Etho to have a look at Ren first, but he knew that his own wounds were probably more pressing. Even he didn’t know how he was still standing. Grian was sitting on some box at the side of the deck and it warmed Doc’s heart when he realised that someone from his crew had draped a jacket over his shoulders. He still looked so lost, eyes glazed, looking back to the island.

“Hurry it up, alright, Etho?”

Etho followed his gaze to Grian and grumbled a little. “He won’t disappear if I take a few minutes”, he said while looking at the wound, carefully touching the skin around it. “I’m gonna have to stitch you up until we get to a real doctor.” Doc made a grimace but nodded. Soon someone handed him a clean rag and Etho a bottle of alcohol, some thread and a needle. Doc took the rag into his mouth without being told. This wasn’t his first time after all.

Etho opened the bottle and tilted it a little, before looking at Doc. “On three. One…” Etho poured the contents of the bottle out right after the first number and Doc bit down on the rag hard, letting out a loud pained noise. It burnt. It felt like the wound was on fire. He was breathing heavily through his nose now, fingers digging into the railing he was leaning against.

It burnt so much he barely noticed when the needle went into his skin. But soon the sensation of the needle piercing became more and more painful.

Etho kept talking to him in that calm voice of his, but Doc was too far gone to hear anything he was saying. And then the pain was fading a little again as some cold paste was put on it and fabric was wrapped around his lower abdomen.

Doc was sweating heavily, still out of breath. There was a hand, gently caressing his cheek and only then did he realise he was still biting hard onto the rag. He slowly relaxed his jaw and took the fabric out with a shaking hand. “Don’t move too much, alright?”

Doc nodded, looking over the deck, his crew looking expectantly at him.

“Raise the anchor, we set sail. We’re heading…” He felt a little hazy, unable to think about where to go next. He hadn’t expected to make anymore decisions when he had set out to save Grian. “Let’s head to the nearest pirate friendly town to get Ren fixed up”, he finally finished.

Etho had already hurried over to Ren and Doc searched for Grian again as the ship started to move. He was no longer sitting on the wooden crate and Doc had a sudden moment of panic until his eyes landed on Grian again, standing at the front of the ship, the wind blowing his hair around. Doc felt a pang of guilt at seeing those shortened uneven strands of hair.

He walked over to Grian and stopped next to him. Carefully he took off the locket from his own neck and then held out his hand, the silver resting on his palm. And Grian’s gaze slowly moved down to the locket. His hand was shaking as he gingerly touched it, carefully opening it, leaving it in Doc’s palm Doc looked at it curiously. There was a picture of two boys, one of them most likely Grian. Grian started shaking more and more and then something wet fell onto Doc’s hand right next to the locket.

Doc’s head snapped back to Grian’s face and just as he had thought, there were tears running down Grian’s face. Doc wanted to hug him so badly. He wanted to make all of the pain go away. But he also knew that healing would take its time and he wouldn’t push Grian now. Instead he gently put his other hand over Grian’s, making him close the locket once more.

He carefully slid the locket over Grian’s head so that it was resting against his chest once again. Grian looked from the locket up to Doc’s face, his eyes still watery.

“Doc…”, he whispered and Doc smiled and nodded before turning towards the sea and the horizon where he could see the first rays of the morning sun.

“You’re safe now, Grian.”

As the waves crashed against the side of his ships and the wind blew into his face once again, Doc knew, this was the dawn of a new day.

And they’d be alright.

#🍉 stories #hermitship #gridoc #pirate AU #sorry this took so long #i hope you guys are happy with the end #there is more to come in the pirate au #but I don't know when :)#Thanks for reading along

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gimblegamble · 3 years

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Separation Anxiety? Who's she?

Summary: Jumping from world to world, sometimes not everybody makes it to the new one. Xisuma accepts it as a constant possibility. Others? still a lil bit nervous.

Something very short, something very lore. Wanted to get this one out before the start of the eight season.

There was the distinct sound of fireworks and the thud of a fellow hermit landing that made X pause. He hears the soft footsteps carefully navigating the current mess that is his storage area and recognizes who it was. Feeling a bit sneaky, he placed his half packed bag down on the floor and stepped back into the slime block to exit his little crafty hole.

The piston propels him upwards making him jump out of the center of his storage area, startling whoever decided to visit in the middle of the night.

"Ah! Xisuma!" Mumbo jumped like a startled cat, clutching his chest in surprise. X couldn't help himself, laughing at the sight. The redstoner wheezed, chuckling sheepishly as he crouched over a shulkerbox.

"Sorry bout that," Xisuma snickered. "What brings you here, old friend? Changed your mind about coming with?" he asked, helping Mumbo up. The mood shifts slightly as the redstoner fidgets with his hands.

"Ah well, not really?" there was a pause and a sigh "I just wanted to know if you've received word from them?"

Xisuma hummed, quickly checking the ingoing and outgoing chat logs. Nothing new.

"Well, it's a bit hard to get a hold of them right now, Iskall and Grian are pretty busy with their own little games, not to mention how they're in wildly different dimensions" He explained, Mumbo's shoulders sagged.

"ah umm, I guess I just wanted to know if we're still leaving together but..."

"Did you guys have any plans?"

"not exactly... I mean, we did get to meet up for a bit, saying goodbye to Grumbot and looking at Pacific and all that but after that... I suppose that's on me, since last time we all left together I just... assumed..." he rambled.

Xisuma frowned, leading the tall redstoner to sit at a conveniently placed shulkerbox and sat beside him. Mumbo immediately buried his face into his hands and groaned. Xisuma's frown deepens, throwing his arm around the redstoner's shoulder.

"I'm just-... /worried/..." Mumbo trailed off and immediately Xisuma understood the unsaid implication.

Jumping from world to world... sometimes not everyone ends up in the new one. Very rarely without at least a small little note stating their reason or a little token of goodbye. After the first jump and the shock of losing a good chunk of the original hermits, Xisuma had accepted it as a constant possibility, but he never really thought about the toll on the others, especially from someone like Mumbo.

"oh Mumbo, it's gonna be ok. I know for a fact that they're gonna come back" Xisuma emphasized, rubbing comforting circles on Mumbo's back. "Besides they're not alone, Iskall's with Stress and False among others and Grian's with Ren and Scar and so many more. It'll be fine I promise"

Mumbo took a shaky inhale and leaned on Xisuma.

"they'll be back, it'll be fine" he repeated, trying to reassure himself. Xisuma grins reassuredly.

"Are you sure you don't wanna come with us tomorrow? We're gonna start scouting for the next world, it's gonna be fun"

"I guess I should... umm let me tie up a few loose ends here and I'll follow soon" Mumbo smiled. He stood up from the box and then caught a glimpse of the large, very out of place metal chest propped up against a pillar. "ah"

Xisuma followed his line of sight and upon seeing the box, sighed wistfully and stood beside the redstoner. This time it was Mumbo's turn to throw an arm around the admin's shoulder

"you need help carrying him to the end?"

"I'd love that"

#gim's stuff #gim's wordy bits #not necessarily hermitship-y but I worry sometimes #also if you've seen my post in the other blog this wasn't the 'short and sweet' one I was referring to #that's a bit delayed due to this... cold?#I think it has something to do with my sinuses....#Oh! right the lil story up top #Is kall and Gr ian #arguably Mum bo's closest buds #both have wildly different inbetween season projects huh #but somehow Mu mbo's beat them in posting a finale

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thelionbyname · 3 years

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Together We Are One (prequel part 5)

(This has kind of evolved from a fanfiction into its own story, but eh, enjoy!)

“Hey Impulse! What’s going on? Little Tango called and said you wanted me to come.” A friendly voice drifted through the house, preceding its owner: another old man, but one who still had streaks of blond hair visible between the grey strands. This man walked in slightly bent over, not because of age, but because a very small girl was clinging onto his index finger. Together, they walked over to the center of the room, where a gathering of sorts seemed to be taking place. Four toddlers were sitting on the ground, facing the old man with the dirty shirt: Impulse.

Impulse looked up at the newcomers and replied, “Zed! Yeah, well... I think it’s time to tell them, and I thought it would be easier for both of us if we did it together.”

Whatever Zed had been expecting, this wasn’t it. It seemed Impulse had uncovered some memories he had tried to suppress. His eyes were suddenly filled with pain, pain that had not been there the first time, that now crashed back like a boomerang; only temporarily disposed of. He dove head first into the rabbit hole of memories that, despite having been in a hidden corner of his mind for thirty years, were clear as day, made fresh through the pain that stained them.

“Gwampa, what’s wong?” The innocent voice of the small child pulled him out of his whirlwind of thoughts, and Zed was suddenly aware of the girl gently tugging his finger.

“I’m okay, Tekkie. Go sit down.” And to Impulse, he said, “Yeah… I guess it is.”

The little girl, Tekkie, her grandpa’s troubles already forgotten, ran over to sit next to Tango and held his hand. Her soft fingers, which had not yet lost their baby fat, easily wove through his, and were clearly very comfortable doing so. He grinned at her, and she flashed a dimpled smile back. Then they turned their heads to face their grandpas.

Zed had taken a seat in the chair normally occupied by Impulse’s wife. He automatically reached for his friend’s hand in comfort, but he didn’t know if he was comforting Impulse or himself.

And in this position, hand in hand, they started.

Though there was still pain, it was a relief to talk about it, together. It was mostly Impulse talking, because he had spent his entire life dwelling on this, analysing every mistake, remembering every thought. Every time he paused for breath, however, Zedaph continued, contributing his own perspective.

The five toddlers listened intently to the most epic tale they had ever heard. They were very good listeners, gasping at the right time, whimpering when a character died, never interrupting. Only the oldest, Tango, was aware that this was all real, not just some story.

When their grandpas got to the part where little Tango’s namesake disappeared, they could not continue. Zedaph let out a sob.

Little Tango didn’t make them continue; for a five-year-old, he was very emotion-sensitive and seemed to know exactly when it was too much. Instead, he asked them, “Did they ever come back?” though he already knew the answer.

Impulse fought to hold back tears, and choked out, “No… they never came back.”

At the same time, in another world...

“Screwdriver.”

“This one? Here you go.”

“Wrench.”

“You could ask politely.”

With the sound of metal rolling over concrete, a man emerged from beneath a complicated-looking machine. He lay on a skateboard he was using as a car creeper, and his face was smeared with oil and what looked like rust. The man blew his moustache away from his mouth with a sigh of exasperation. “For efficiency reasons I find it easier to name what I need, rather than go ‘Tango, could you hand me that drill over there?’ every time.”

“At least say please?” Tango replied.

Mumbo rolled his eyes and disappeared under the machine again. For a moment there was no sound except the steady tap, tap, tap, of a hammer, but then Mumbo spoke again. “Bolt, please.”

Grinning, Tango handed one to him and replied “That’s more like it.” He heard a sigh come out from under the machine, but he could tell Mumbo was smiling. Tango turned when he heard footsteps approaching them. Suddenly, he stood face to face with Xisuma. “Gah! You startled me, X!”

X chuckled and looked down to where Mumbo’s hair was visible. “Nearly done, Mumbo? I have something to tell you guys”

“Almost.” Mumbo sounded like he had his tongue between his teeth in concentration. There was the low buzzing of a drill, and then Mumbo rolled out from beneath the machine again. “There! It’s finished! Phew… I’ve been working on that for weeks!”

“Amazing! So now all Tango has to do is program it.”

“Yes. That’ll be done within a few minutes. But you said you had to tell us something, X?” Tango reminded him.

“Yeah. Could you follow me to the meeting room? Falsie, Grian, and Keralis are waiting for us.”

The three of them walked into the next room, where indeed there were three other people sitting around a table, playing cards. False, Grian and Keralis looked up as they entered. They looked expectantly at Mumbo, who answered the question in their minds. “It’s done,” he said, with a hint of pride in his voice. They cheered, and Grian gave Mumbo a high-five. Sort of, because since he was sitting and Mumbo was super tall, Mumbo had to give a low five to Grian’s high five.

Xisuma walks carefully past a wall covered in weapons and over to a mobile whiteboard. He turned to face the rest, who had all sat down and were patiently waiting.

“I have some rather depressing news. Every day, I walk out of my apartment and meet my neighbor, who leaves at the same time. When I first moved in three years ago and met her for the first time, she was cradling a baby of perhaps four months old. Last week, when I saw her, she was holding that same baby. Then I realised, over the course of three years, that baby had not aged at all. I see them every single morning, yet I had not registered this until last week.

“So naturally, I decided to get to the bottom of it. I found pictures of us from when we had just arrived in this dimension, and saw that none of us have changed at all either. Of course, that doesn’t say much, because adults simply don’t change much over a mere three years, which is probably why we didn’t notice before.” He paused for breath, and Grian spoke.

“So, we don’t age. Is that really such a bad thing?” He grinned.

Xisuma didn’t smile. He looked at Grian sadly, and Grian’s smile vanished. “I wasn’t done. While I was trying to find out exactly what was going on, I found some other information. I asked Tango to hack into NASA for me-”

“So that’s what that was for!” Tango interrupted. Then, catching Xisuma’s eye, “Sorry.”

“NASA managed to do quite a bit of research on the time machine before we stole it. It is a miracle that Mumbo was able to fix it, when some of the best scientists in this world couldn’t. But the point is, I found some things. We previously thought that the black hole sent us to another dimension. We were wrong. We are on the same earth, but in a different timeline.”

This revelation was followed by shocked and comprehending gasps from those listening.

Xisuma nodded absent mindedly, and continued. “Black holes warp time. This explains why we don’t age. Time flows differently here. We didn’t go through the black hole, we are inside it. It doesn’t just freeze all organic matter into one state, it slows time as we experience it. For us it feels like we have been here for three years, but back home in the other timeline, it has been ten times as long. So for the other hermits, we have been gone for three decades. They probably think we’re all dead.”

This time there were pained gasps. Remorse transformed each of their features as they realised how their friends must feel.

“But it’s not all bad. Our original plan to get back was to use the time machine to travel across dimensions, but now that we know that doesn’t apply, I made some adjustments. We need to travel through time. We know the risks of messing with the past, but it is the only way to get back. You see,” He paused and started drawing on the whiteboard. He drew a straight line from left to right, and then split the line at the end so it resulted in a rotated Y of sorts. “This is what the timeline would look like, were it possible to visualise it. This,” he gestured to the bottom of the Y, “ is when we were all still back home. And here,” he pointed at the intersection, where all the lines came together, “is where we went into the black hole. We went to one timeline, while the other Hermits continued on the other. So the only way to go back to them is to take the time machine back to before we went into the black hole, because any time after that, we would still be in this timeline.” Xisuma looked around to see if they understood. It looked like some were still processing all the information, but there was only as much confusion as what was to be expected.

False spoke up. “That means that when we go back and change the past, we erase all the suffering we caused them, and their entire timeline,” she stood up and walked to the board, “will vanish.” she wiped away one of the split-off lines.

“Exactly,” Xisuma nodded. “We need to stay hidden until our past selves have gone into the black hole, because otherwise we could seriously mess up the past. This means that we have to stay far away, because past Tango or past Cleo could sense our presence.”

At this, Tango’s eyes widened. “That’s right! I used to have telepathy! I had entirely forgotten about that…” His eyes glazed over for a second, clearly seeing things the rest could not. Xisuma’s smooth British voice brought him back to the present.

“Right, yeah. I found information about that during my deep dive into NASA’s archive, too. NASA has two theories; the first being that the black hole runs on a different frequency, one that is not compatible with magic. The magic is still in the air somewhere, but humans can’t access it. The second theory is that magic is entirely dead here, because the vortex is too powerful, and magic simply can’t survive.”

They all sat and stared blankly, remembering a better time, when they were above the regular laws of humanity. They never knew why their powers had ceased to exist when they regained consciousness after being thrown around the void, until now. At least, a theory as to why. As they thought back to when they were more than human, the homesickness was suddenly overwhelming. From one moment to the next, they were all desperate to go home. It had always remained their home, all three years they had spent elsewhere. It had never felt truly theirs here.

Tango cleared his throat, which suddenly had a lump in it, and said, “I say we leave as soon as possible. I’m going to go program the time machine so it’s ready to go.”

Everyone nodded in agreement, some wiping the silent tears from their cheeks. Tango speed walked into the room with the time machine; he couldn’t get there fast enough.

Once he disappeared past the door frame, Keralis spoke for the first time that evening. “I agree with Tango. Let’s go home. Today. Anyone have things in their apartments they want to bring to the past?” He looked around, studying each face individually. He realised he hadn’t really seen them since coming here, to this new world. He knew he would only see the ghost of his past life.

“Nah, but I do want to keep these cool suits,” Mumbo said, gesturing to the six spy outfits on display in glass cases along the wall behind him.

“I second that. I just want to go home,” Grian concurs.

Within a few minutes, as Tango had promised, the time machine was ready for departure. Somehow they all managed to squeeze into the machine designed to transport one person.

With effort, Xisuma got enough oxygen to say, “Tango, you did program this properly, right? You were in quite a rush.”

“Yes, X. Have some faith in my abilities, please.” Tango rolled his eyes. “Ready? Here we go!” he pulled a large lever- with difficulty- and they vanished in a bright flash.

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#hermitcraft #hermitcraft fanfiction #Tangotek #tango tek #Xisuma #Xisumavoid #Falsesymmetry #False symmetry #MumboJumbo #Mumbo jumbo #Grian #Zombiecleo #Keralis #Keralis1 #Impulsesv #Zedaph #Zedaph plays #Zedaphplays

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takeflight-hermitcraftau · 4 years

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Chapter 2-Two Brain cells with a Death Wish

Grian looked back at Mumbo, the words resonating in his head for a second. “Well… You see.” He started out softly, sitting up straighter and wrapping his wings loosely around himself. “In my other world, Evolution, We started finding these pillars. These symbols made of bedrock and obsidian. If we did good deeds, if we followed what they told us to do, we were rewarded. Any sign of selfishness or cruelty was punished.” Grian scratched at the back of his neck, looking at Mumbo for any signs of annoyance.

“So they were… essentially the gods of your world?” He asked, Grian nodded.

“Essentially yea. They watched over us and made sure we got through updates at the pace they wanted us too. Everyone on the server told me my wings were because of them, that I should be happy, and that I might be like them. But I don’t wanna be. It seems so boring. You build the same pillars, the same towers, without any change. You don’t seem to have any worldly ties. It seems… lonely. Besides, with my nature I’m pretty sure they hate me.” Grian curled up into himself a bit, his voice trailing off into a mumble.

“You’re nature? You mean your playful and silly attitude? You mean your work ethic and your willingness to try new things and learn?” Mumbo asked, a small and comforting smile pulling onto his face. Grian looked up at him, almost confused by what he said. “Do you not believe me?”

“No, yes- i mean-! I don’t know. I’m not used to all this. Everyone back home kinda just ignored me until I decided to blow up their base or steal diamonds. When they needed me to rebuild or replace stuff. People usually didn’t call me over to just have a chat.” Grian said, sighing as he shifted to face Mumbo. “But what about you? What about everyone else here? Why do you all have wings?”

“Well… I shouldn’t tell everyone’s stories. Some are a bit personal. But I believe most of them come from a glitch. Something happened and we were spawned in with them. We don’t really question it.” Mumbo shrugged, “But people like Doc and Cleo have a bit more of a troubled history with their glitched parts. Not to mention they were already player hybrids to start. But hey, those sorts of things are in the past, and they make us look bloody cool don’t it?” Mumbo grinned, listening to Grian’s high pitched laugh as his head was thrown back.

“Right. Now… just cause i’m curious. How fast can you go?” Grian asked, trying to change the topic. Mumbo perked up proudly.

“I’d say a solid 50 blocks per hour.” He said, the feathers of his wings ruffling a bit. Grian just laughed.

“Only 50? I can get to a solid 100 without breaking a sweat!” Grian challenged. Mumbo stood up.

“You wanna test that mate?” he asked. Grian stood up as well.

“First one to the fantasy district and back wins?”

“Deal.” The two shook hands, readying themselves at the top of Mumbo’s base, hands firm against the white concrete, legs bent and ready to snap at a moments notice. Their wings were open, Mumbo’s only slightly so he didn’t slam Grian into the ground on take off.

“Three…” Grian started, a grin pulling at his face.

“Two…” Mumbo glanced over to the dirty blond, not liking the look on his face. Chaos was aflame in his eyes, and it was almost unnerving.

“ONEGO!” Grian yelled, his feet pushing against the concrete as he launched himself into the air. He sped off, leaving Mumbo screaming in the distance. “EAT MY TAIL FEATHERS MUMBO JUMBOLIO!” Grian yelled behind himself, before looking straight ahead. He expertly dodged mountains and tall trees, hands out in front of him and helmet secured tightly to his head.

Wind whipped passed him, and he had to yell an apology to Scar for nearly crashing into him, but the two narrowly avoided each other. Grian smiled widely as the smell of the ocean faded into grass and trees, then back into that salt like scent. He saw the starting of False’s base, the start of the fantasy district. “HEY FALSE!” Grian called out to the building blond. He landed on top of her little mountain, grinning widely. He couldn’t even see Mumbo.

“Oh! Hey Grian what’s up?” False flew over to him.

“Oh I’m just beating Mumbo in a race. I’m waiting to see him before i bolt back.”

“You cheeky sod.” False laughed, and Grian joined in. “Oh I see him now!” False pointed out, and Grian just waved to Mumbo happily.

“See ya!” Grian laughed, taking off once more and blasting past Mumbo.

“You little bas-!” Grian didn’t hear the rest of Mumbo’s sentence, laughing hysterically has he flew onto Biffa’s mountain. He landed carefully.

Or tried too.

He screamed as he was flying far too fast, collide face first with the ground.

Grian experienced kinetic energy

Docm77: gg

MumboJumbo: hA

MumboJumbo: OHNO

MumboJumbo experienced kinetic energy

Grian respawned inside of his shipwreck, laughing wildly. He held his stomach and laughed until he fell out of bed.

Docm77: GG

Falsesymmetry: Omg i caught that on camera.

Grian clutched his stomach, his head thrown back in wild laughter. “Oh my god. That’s too perfect!” He stood up slowly, rushing over to Mumbo’s base. He swam up onto his platform and took off. He was still laughing by the time he got there, Mumbo standing frazzled by his bed. “Oh my god that was too funny.” Grian wheezed, landing on the little treehouse Mumbo had made. Mumbo just burst out laughing as he realized what exactly just happened.

“Oh my- Oh my god. That was perfect. I should’ve been recording!” Mumbo laughed, the two just sitting on the platform and taking deep breaths to calm themselves down. “Soo i totally won that.” Mumbo grinned, yelping as he was hit on the shoulder.

“No you did not! If we hadn’t died I totally would’ve won!” Grian protested. He stood up. “Come on lets go get our stuff back.” He took off quickly once more, never seeming too loose his energy. Mumbo smiled at the new hermit as he flew off, sighing softly. Just another day in the Hermitcraft world.

Grian landed on top of the mountain, quickly collecting his things as the sun went down. He pulled on his armor, held his sword in his hands and went back to his base after he messaged Mumbo that he’d be going to bed. He dived down into the ocean, using his wings to propel him underwater. His wings were sleek and rather small, nothing compared to people like TFC and Doc. His wings were built for speed and agility. He swam in through the neck of the bottle, popping out into his cramped base. He pulled a nametag out of one of his chests, and quickly took out a marker, writing ‘TAG’ in large and bold letters over it.

He pulled out his camera again, starting it up and going to record. He explained the rules of his new game, writing them down in a book as he did so. He was grinning like mad, a fire in his eyes he didn’t even know his soon to be chaos was fueling. Grian was giggling to himself as he wrote everything down, quickly flying out of his base and onto the little platform. He shook out his clothes and wings once more, taking flight and rushing over to Mumbo’s base. He looked onto his communicator, finding Mumbo’s gamertag and noticing he had went afk for a while. He groaned loudly, just for now hiding in a corner and watching the chickens that had suspiciously filled Mumbo’s base.

Grian ended up perching himself onto Mumbo’s enchantment station, one knee to his chest while his other leg dangled off the bookshelves. He kept throwing eggs everywhere, the occasional chicken spawning in. He hummed softly to himself, and was rather surprised that he had the patience to wait for Mumbo instead of just flying off to get someone else.

Docm77: Does anyone have a few books to spare? I only need l 3.

MumboJumbo: Oh yea! Just come into my base and snag them.

Grian pressed himself against the wall, hiding out of Mumbo’s sight just in case. He went to peak around the wall, only to find he was still afk!

Being afk was a sleeplike state that was induced after a few minutes of standing completely still. For some people it allowed them to retreat into a mind space, for others it was just like meditation. But it allowed mobs to spawn near a player, or for machines to continue working. It was bad edicate to do anything to people while they were afk.

Grian sighed, deciding to go for Doc instead, hiding next to Mumbo’s ladder and sitting there, waiting for the player hybrid to climb down the ladder into the place. He groaned loudly, walking over to Mumbo and poking at him.

“Mumbo jumbo you are afk.” He sang boredly, “I’m gonna take your mustache away-” He puffed out his cheeks as he got no response. God. He felt like a needy girlfriend. But he was so bored! You can’t blame him!

A loud squeak rang past his lips as he heard a accented voice complaining faintly, the sound hovering above him. He quickly rushed back to his spot, practically bouncing up and down as chickens walked around the whole place. He heard a loud explosion, before a death message popped up. Shit. Grian quickly climbed up the ladder of Mumbo’s base, quickly getting Doc’s scattered things and rushing to put them in a chest before everything despawned.

It was normal practice for him, as it had been mostly ingrained into his head that because of his speed he needed to help others with when they inevitably died. He sighed softly, making a sign and putting it on the chest, giving Doc directions to Mumbo’s base. He quickly slipped back into Mumbos base, and waited another ten or so minutes before he heard Doc’s grumbling as he climbed down the ladder. He pressed his wings into the wall behind him, seeing the creeper hybrid walking towards Mumbo. He rushed him quickly.

Grian reached out a fist, punching Doc in the shoulder, threw him both the tag and the book, before bolting back up the ladder. “I GOT YOU!” Grian yelled in victory, laughing hysterically as he quickly climbed. Doc didn’t even manage to get a word in before Grian left, but he started laughing as well, rubbing his shoulder.

“What the hell?” He asked, looking at the book that had been thrown at him. “A tag game hm? Interesting.” His voice drawled menacingly, and he looked over at Mumbo. He took the items he originally came for, and left. Hey, he might be an evil genius but he’ll play by the rules.

Grian landed on his platform, laughing hysterically. He let out a small sigh to calm himself down, fluttering his wings a bit to let out some pent up energy. He plopped down onto the cobblestone ground, looking up at the sky with a wide grin. So far he wasn't getting any typing in the chat from Doc. So he knew the other wasn’t angry at him for being hit.

He stretched out his wings, looking to them. His wings were small compared to Doc and TFC. But he was pretty damn confident he could out fly either of them. He hasn’t been able to talk to Stress much, but he’s pretty sure her wings are smaller than his. It really didn’t matter though. What did matter, was that they were a group of people, all who had been deemed out-casts by others, or felt as such. And they found a home with one another. He found a home with them. And frankly, he kind of didn’t want to go back.

#Hermitcraft #Take Flight au #Winged au #Avian #Grian #Hermitcraft Grian #Mumbo #Mumbo Jumbo #Shenanigans #Fluff #Tag #Grian and Mumbo have on braincell and its Iskall's

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bithegai · 5 years

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here have the hermits as john mulaney quotes

Doc: “do you want me to kill that guy for you? Because it sounds like he sucks, and I will totally kill that guy for you”

Rendog: “I need everybody, all day long, to like me so much”

Grian: “the jukebox was three plays for one dollar. so we put in seven dollars and selected twenty one plays of What’s New Pussycat”

Mumbo: “you have the moral backbone of a chocolate eclair”

Alt: “when I’m walking down the street... they’re just like, ’that tall child looks terrible! get some rest tall child’”

Iskall: “it was a lot weirder when I’d go out with some money and black out, then wake up with more money”

Scar: “my vibe is more like, ‘hey you could pour soup in my lap and I’d probably apologize to you’”

Cub: “my dad pulled into the drive through at McDonalds... and he ordered one black coffee for himself.”

Stress: “everyone out of my way! I just want to sit here and feed my birds”

Alt: “I have had a very long day. I am very small, and I have no money. so you can imagine the kind of stress I’m under”

False: “you know those days when you’re like, ‘this might as well happen?’”

Cleo: “was there even a ghost, mother? or was the dead victorian girl just me all along?”

Alt: “I was sitting up in bed a few weeks ago like-” *groans “you know, life”

JoeHills: “yes, you heard me, an English major”

Keralis: “I was like a young motown singer, I was just shiny and dumb and easy to trick”

Bdubs: “I’m new in town, and it gets worse”

iJevin: “eat ass, suck a dick, and sell drugs”

Impulse: “adult life is already so goddamn weird”

Tango: “first off, get out of here with your facts!”

Zedaph: “you should be able to say ‘I don’t know’ that should be an acceptable answer”

TFC: “I´ll keep all my emotions right here, and then one day I´ll die.”

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hyperactivelittlebee · 4 years

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Intertwined(Hermitcraft)

Notes! @gridoc Pirate AU belongs to this fantastic person! Okay so, for those reading not on the pirate au discord. (Keep in mind this info is only giant headcanon in the Pirate AU discord that Me and a few others developed on!) Mim is NPC Grian. In this AU he is a siren. His true name is Xelqua, but when he joined Doc’s crew he took on the name of Mim(A joke on Mimic because he’s a Siren who was a Mimic of Grian) And the rest of that story you can read IF YOU JOIN THE DISCORD BECAUSE ITS REALLY FUN!!~ Anyways, enjoy. TW: Descriptions of blood, violence against Sirens, Navy just being assholes, and some swearing As dark water sloshed all around him, Etho couldn't tell what was happening. One moment he was on board beside Doc- discussing plans as they left the dock- the next he was falling and drowning in the frigid, empty water. He could see the fiery red explosions of cannons going off. He could hear the muffled shouts of the others on board and gunshots ringing- bullets whizzing through the water around him. When he caught his bearings, Etho swam frantically for the surface; almost reaching it before feeling a chain snag his ankle. It dragged him down, heavy and painful making his angle burn like it was engulfed in fire. A splash was heard beside him, and before long the weight around his ankle was relieved; arms wrapping around him and dragging him to the surface. He broke the surface and ripped off his mask, gasping sharply as he gulped up the warm air. Etho swam to the beach frantically, grabbing pulling himself onto the grainy surface as he coughed and sputtered. "Etho!!" His head snapped to the voice, relieved to see familiar clear blue eyes piercing his own. The Siren was like an angel, the fire in the night outlining his true form like a halo. Mim held his face so gingerly, thumbs rubbing his cheeks with a worried expression, "M-mim- what- what happened?" His voice was shaky, still out of it, "Navy? I think- I'm not sure but whatever it is, its bad-" Etho shook his head, ears still ringing, "Shit, alright-" Mim nodded, "I will sing and lure the others I can away- you just get to Doc." Before he could respond, Mim pulled him close and kissed his lips softly, making Etho melt a bit before he pulled back, "I love you..." Something gripped at Etho's heart as he suddenly felt that separating was a bad idea- anxiety filling his gut- but he didn't listen. "I love you too." With that, Mim slipped into the water and disappeared. ___________ His sword piercing the belly of yet another Navy soldier, Etho's eyes searched the dark abyss of the water for that familiar shimmering tail. He ran to the rail, watching frantically until he recognized Mim in the water heading to the shore. Etho ran off the ship to meet him, deducing that the coast was clear. He could see Mim crawl out of the water. He could see the Navy sailor creeping up behind him. Yet His voice wasn't fast enough. "MI-" The siren looked to him, and in that moment the spear plunged into his back. The blade broke through the other side, blue blood spurting and staining the sand below, running down from the wound in thick streams. Etho watched his eyes widen in pain as a soft noise escaped his mouth. With the sickening sound of the blade being ripped out, and the sound of the Navy man sneering, he broke- everything turning red. Etho lost it. When he came to his senses, the navy soldier was barely recognizable- face bashed in with a rock that Etho didn't even know he had gotten. A pained groaned reached his ears and his attention was drawn back to Mim, eyes wide as he saw the siren lying on the beach, blood gushing from the wound in his torso. He ran to his side, frantic as he pulled Mim to him, "D-Darling?" Mim's voice was broken, leaning into Etho's hand as he cupped his face, "Yes- Yes I'm here, I'm here Mim..." Etho tried to keep his voice steady as put pressure on the wound, eyes watering, "I-it- it hur-t's-" Etho's heart broke into pieces as he gazed down at his lover, heart-clenching his pain as he tried to keep himself from breaking down, "No...No no no- You'll- You're going to be okay Mim, please..." he scooped up the small siren, holding him tight as he bolted for the ship. "Get Stress!! Please!!" Most of the crew turned from their celebration, and quickly the mood turned from joyful to solemn. Grian was the first rush over, False running to get Stress, "What happened?!" "He- He got snuck up on while shifting-" Ren ran below deck to clear a bed for them, Etho following close behind. The moment Mim was laid on the bed, in began to stain brightly with the turquoise blood, the mans heart weeping at the sight. He lent over the bed as the others rushed with supplies. "E-eth...o..." A hand cupped his face, soft as Etho began to feel warm tears slip down his face. Mim forced Etho to look at him, giving him a broken smile as blood trickled from his mouth. "It...s...Oka-y....." "No- no..." The words were breathy as Etho felt hot crimson blood slipping through his fingers, the light slowly leaving his lover's eyes. It was too much- not even yesterday he was had been gazing into the nightsky with Mim, and now his one true heart's desire was dying in his arms. "Please, you can't leave me- not yet- you promised, w-we had plans!" Stress ran down the stairs, rushing over with supplies as she nudged Etho to the side. He kneeled by Mim's face, crying as he tried to whisper sweet nothings to the other, "I love you...I love you so much Mim-" "Dancing at a ball- I-i wanted you to see beautiful lands, W-we- we wanted to get married in the summer- you wanted me to try swimming with- with dolphins and-" He whimpered quietly, "I don't w-want to be alone again..." Etho felt like a child, weeping and blabbering by his mothers side again as she bleed out of the cold wood floors. The scene so vivid in his mind- the angry shouting, the screaming on his mother as she was beat, and sobs of his father when he found her- he didn't want to be alone in these thoughts. He didn't want to be crammed in that cupboard again, watching someone rip his light from his life through a small crack in the door, frozen in fear as a meek child. It couldn't happen again. As Stress finished stitching and patching the wound, she got up and whispered something to Ren, who looked solemn. The man walked over, reaching and giving Etho’s shoulder a squeeze, "He's lost so much blood...Stress...doesn't think he'll make it-" "He will." Etho snapped, glaring at Ren, making the man falter and his ears flattened back. Without another word, he backed up and turned back to Stress, muttering quietly to her. "Et...ho...?" The pirate turned to Mim, leaning forward, "Yes?" The siren smiled softly, "Ca-can...I...ha...ve...a kiss...?" His voice was scratchy from coughing and Etho couldn't bring himself to deny the request as he leaned forward. He gently pressed his lips to Mim's gently, tears slipping down his face. When he pulled back, Mim shed one more tear. "I....l-lov....e....you..." Etho whimpered, "Xelqua..." The name was so broken and quiet as it left his lips, not yet ready to accept what was happening to his lover. His heart stopped as he watched a single breath leave his lips as he went limp. "Mim?" No response came, "Mim!!" Etho cried out in pain as he stood and shook the body, "No! NO!" He sobbed as Doc and Ren pulled him back from the body, kicking and struggling, "No! He's not dead yet!! Please!!" "Etho, its alright- he's gone, there's nothing we can do about it please-" Doc's voice was soft, heart aching at the sight of his broken friend and the siren on the bed. After a minute, Etho went limp and he sobbed- everything around him coming crashing down. "Please...I'm begging here- To whatever God is listening, Xisuma- Amusix-...please let him live...""Well that depends. Why do you want him to live?" Everyone in the room looked to a tall man in a long cloak who stood before Etho, his figure dark and imposing over them all. Without hesitation, Etho answered through sobs, "He's...I love him...I love him so much-" "Typical. But What would you do, to have him back hm?" There was a hint of amusement in the mans tone, prompting Ren to stand and draw his sword in anger, "I don't know how you got here, but I want you to leave now before I-" The man snapped his head to Ren, piercing red eyes meeting the lycans, making him freeze, "You do not scare me in the slightest, mortal." Startled, Ren backed up once more, thrown in a loop with the mans tone. He turned to Etho once more, "So?" "Anything. I would do anything..." "Even if it meant the cost of your own life?" Etho didn't need to think twice. "Yes..." The man snorted in amusement, "Then it is done." He reached toward the empty air in front of Etho before clenching his hand and pulling back firmly. Etho felt his heart tug in his chest, pain erupting as the man opened his hand to reveal a ball of red light. "This is your soul. I'm willing to make a deal with you- I'll revive him! But you must give him part of your soul. Taking your soul and giving it away will however kill you. So?" "Etho, no this- this isn't worth-" Stress began and Etho gulped, ignoring her and staring before he stood, looking the man in the eyes, "Deal." Eyes widening, the man smirked, "Then it has been done." He snapped his fingers and Etho prepared for the pain, heart racing. Pain never came. There was a soft groan and a loud gasp of air, everyone looking to the Siren as he coughed and sputtered. Etho ran beside him, embracing Mim tightly as he broke down again, "I-i..im alive?" Stress and Ren were in shock, confused as they waited for the other part of the deal to take effect. The man chuckled, looking to them, "Oh how I adore loopholes. I said giving up his whole soul would kill him- but I was only taking part~" Mim took one look at the man and gaped, "Amu? Wha...?" "I wouldn't let my best friend die on me Mim. You know this...I just wanted to test something." Amusix's eye glinted with mischief, and he turned to make his way out from the deck, "He's a keeper, Mim..." Mim glanced at the man who was sobbing into his shoulder and smiled softly, hugging him back tightly as he teared up, "Yea...he really is..."

#pirate au #pirateau #hermitshipping #npc grian #Thiswaspunishmentforpeoplemakingtoomuchangstontheservertbh

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hermits-that-craft · 4 years

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Chapter 46 - Arch 2 - Lies

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23509375/chapters/61129111 TW - Suicidal ideation, torture, mind control, betrayal,

He's tired. Sick of it. He knows he shouldn't be, that everyone has been patient with him, and that he's lost days, but he's sick of the arguments. The fighting. He wants to be left alone, he was happy in the room, but the yelling, the fear, the silence drew him out, physically and mentally. It wasn't better when he wasn't there, but it hurt a lot less.

Walking is hard without an arm. His balance is off.

Scar runs to him, enveloping him in a tight hug. He let's the small man cling to him, sobs echoing through his chest. Evil Xisuma's helmet doesn't fit Scar, and it pushes against him as Scar clings to his back.

Iskall can't find himself caring all that much. The short hermit has been put through so much recently, it must help him to hug people, and it's not like Iskall has been hugged much since Grian and Mumbo went missing.

Grian and Mumbo.

Why did they betray the hermits? What made them do that? Why would they do that to everyone? Aren't the hermits all friends? Obviously not, since Scar has been attacked so much, but Grian and Mumbo are some of his closest friends, why would they betray him?

It hurts to think about them, so Iskall puts it aside, buries it. He buries it with the corpses of the memories that forced their way back into his mind, hiding the memories under false ones. He knows this won't help him, Void he knows that he's doing exactly what he told Ren not to do, but he can't help it. It hurts less to not remember. Not to forget - he doesn't deserve that blessing, but not to remember.

"I thought you weren't going to wake up." Scar mumbles into his chest. "I thought you died, permanently."

"Doc and Joe wouldn't have let me do that." Iskall says, attempting to soothe the smaller man. Joe frowns from where he stands, hearing what Iskall says. "Where is Doc, by the way?"

"He and Ren went to get armour from my trading hall." Scar smiles brightly through the visor, and Iskall can't help but to smile at that as well. Full sets of diamond armour, ready for the enchanting. That could turn the course of the war. "They left a few days ago and haven't made contact since though and I'm really-"

"There's also a chance to make you a new arm." Evil Xisuma interrupts Scar, pushing his long white hair out of his eyes. Cleo's face lights up and she runs over, braiding his hair out of his face. Evil Xisuma shrugs, letting her do it. "The watchers - were you properly awake for their arrival? It doesn't matter - offered to help make some. Etho is going to check his base for the designs."

"Etho is dead."

Everyone winces at that, and Cleo beckons him forward. Iskall unwraps himself from Scar's hug, slowly walking over to where Cleo gestures. He sits down in the seat, watching her braid Evil Xisuma's hair.

"Etho and Keralis were brought back," Joe looks to Cleo with a sort of questioning glance, one that tells Iskall who brought them back. "with undead magic."

Cleo nods, letting Evil Xisuma's hair go. The now long braid falls down Evil Xisuma's back, and she stands up, brushing her hands on her pants. Cleo sighs, waving Joe over to her side. They have a silent conversation, one that Iskall takes no part in, though Evil Xisuma is apparently fluent enough to roll his eyes. Iskall lets them talk, watching as Scar eats a plate of pancakes, and his traitorous stomach grumbles. Cleo looks over and smiles faintly.

"I'll get you a plate." She says to Iskall before she turns back to Joe and Evil Xisuma. "I'll see you two back here tonight, correct?"

"I don't quite understand why you need those things, but we will be back before sun down. Say hello to any hermits you come across for us, alright?" Joe walks to the middle of the room, dropping through the hole in the floor before he shoots up, leaving the building. Evil Xisuma rolls his eyes, pulling a rocket out and flying out of the room. Cleo soon leaves the room, and the sound of her singing to herself fills the room. Iskall will miss this, despite himself.

"You don't want to perma die, right Iskall?" Scar asks, worry split across his face like paint across a canvas.

"Of course I don't." Iskall lies.

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He's running, sprinting as fast as he can. His wings sting as they are ripped open by the low hanging tree branches, and tears spring in his eyes. Are Wels and Xisuma still following him? Will they all escape or did Night capture them?

Grian doesn't know. He doesn't want to know.

He'll find out soon enough, if he's captured or if he escapes. He doesn't want to lose this fight, and flight is out of the question. Night will see him. Observer will see him. Someone will see him.

In any case, the small fragile bones are shattered and set painfully in the wrong position. When he moves his wings he can feel the small bone shards tear through more of his muscles, and he knows that flying should be a last resort. Gliding would be dangerous like this.

His breathing is laboured, but he doesn't feel like slowing. Nothing sounds behind him but he knows he can't stop. His lungs scream but there is no pain. Nothing hurts, even as he feels his wings, feet and arms get torn to shreds. Adrenaline is one hell of a drug and he is so glad that avians have it. Grian aches, his sides split as his lungs try to rip themselves from his chest.

The floor opens up underneath him and Grian screams, falling through the ground. The dirt turns to a blank, clean white, brighter than white concrete. Grian lands on his back, the air ripping from his throat, but he doesn't feel any pain. Grian takes deep breaths, looking through the infinity room. It reminds him of his main base last season and he misses it. Grian sits up, seeing someone in the distance. The person is far away, but not far enough away for Grian not to recognise him. A tall man with light brown skin and dyed blonde hair stands facing him, purple wings out.

His father, Builder.

"DAD!" Grian screams, running into Builder's arms. His father wraps his arms around Grian, and Grian can feel Builder's wings wrap around him. He starts to sob, unable to stop himself. "Dad I knew you were going to save us, we need to get Wels and Xisuma out, if Night has them again they'll die."

Builder opens his mouth to say something, and the floor dissolves, forcing Grian to fall. Builder is gone, his father no longer there, as though he never was there.

Grian shoots up, his eyes wide open as a scream rips from his throat. The cell is dark, the only sounds being Wels and Xisuma's breathing as they sleep. Tears spring in Grian's eyes. They never escaped. It was a dream.

Grian tries to suppress a sob as the smell of mold and blood hit his nose. He misses his jumper, the dress shirt not providing enough warmth as his tears hit the floor. He wants to leave, he wants his Dad back. It isn't fair, why would the universe give him a dream thats so hopeful if all it will do it rip it away. He wants to go home. It isn't fair. None of this is fair, why would the universe do this to them, to the hermits? They didn't do anything, none of them are related to Night.

Except Grian.

Night is his aunt. Uncle? Grian doesn't know, doesn't care. He was hidden from them for a reason and this is clearly it. Grian doesn't understand why anyone, especially the void, would let Night live for this long. It doesn't make sense. None of this makes sense, what did the hermits do to deserve this?

Someone laughs, just beyond the area the light hits, and Grian doesn't have to look up to recognise who it is. He know that cruel laugh, he knows that if he looks up he will see glowing eyes, and if he's unlucky, a glowing smile. He knows that he will meet those eyes and be hurt, as daring to look up will be seen as a challenges, as a unbroken man threatening them. A lion ready to pounce at a god.

But Grian doesn't have the energy, not to look up, and certainly not to keep his screams quiet so that Xisuma and Wels are not cursed with him waking them up. Is it so bad to bow for a moment, to give them the chance to sleep? Night's torture has woken them up so many times over the past few days, Grian needs to give them the chance to sleep. He's already let them down so many times. He should just submit, for this night, to let them sleep for longer.

Grian can't tell his thoughts from Bird's thoughts anymore.

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Princess walks down the hallway, her hair and skirts flowing behind her like clouds. She knows she must look ethereal, she's seen glimpses of herself in the mirrored hallway. However, the hallway of mirrors is not her destination for today, and she walks past Night's chambers, catching a glimpse of her leader through the door. Night's mask is off, their purple skin shining softly in the glow of their room. Princess doesn't disturb them, knowing that they must be tired, protecting everyone here from the Voids lackeys. Princess knows her orders - ensure that the new captives are properly adjusting to their accommodations. Observer was particularly pleased by the redstone for their cells, so Princess knows that she should feel pleased by the rooms.

Princess racks her brain for the names of the captives, or more so the newly freed, though she knows that they will accuse her of holding them captive. A werewolf and a creeper. She knows that the creeper is necessary, something important to Night, and the werewolf is something that the creeper is territorial over, so she should keep her hands off of the creeper if one of them messes up. If she remembers correctly, the werewolf has a muzzle that she can put on him if he mouths off, but it was removed for some reason.

Ah, thats their names. Pet and Experiment.

Night chose good names for them, now all they need to do is uncondition them, and recondition them so that they know who they truly are. It won't be too hard, the werewolf is reportedly soft, with the creeper caring more if its friend is hurt than if itself is hurt. Princess smiles to herself as she picks up the muzzle outside the room, tucking it away in her inventory, out of sight.

Princess crosses the threshold into the room, taking in the sights. It's dark, comforting, even though it smells of iron and salt. Tears or sweat, Princess can't tell, and Stress is remaining rather quiet through this whole ordeal, not that Princess minds. Princess watches with a slight smile on her face as the werewolf and creeper lean against the window besides each other, their hands up against the glass as though they wish to hold hands. It's cute, the trust between the two men. She can't wait to break it.

The werewolf looks up with tired eyes, but he perks up upon seeing her, happiness written across his face, and Princess smiles back, a cruel smile that only the creeper seems to pick up on.

"Stress!" Pet yells happily. "Stress I'm so glad you're alright you have to get us outta here, Stress there's so much that you've -"

"My name isn't Stress, werewolf." Princess growls, putting the muzzle into her off hand and summoning a wither rose. The werewolf flinches, the happiness falling to fear "You clearly have learnt nothing. Luckily for you, I can teach you."

"No, Stress please...." His voice is quiet, if it weren't for the silence of the room Princess knows that she wouldn't have heard it, but she doesn't care for his fear.

"You're still making mistakes." She chides, rolling her eyes. "It's like you want me to do this."

Princess taps into Stress's power, which fights against her, vines creeping up her throat and strangling her, though she doesn't care for it. She summons some vines outside of her body, using them to drag the werewolf to the centre of the room. She walks to him calmly, pushing the muzzle over his mouth with enough force to snap his head back. The werewolf struggles against the vines, not getting any room to move at they constrict around him, and Princess spies tears in his eyes with glee.

Stress' heart breaks for Ren, and she relaxes the vines ever so slightly, though Princess constricts them harder around Ren's chest. Apologies fall from Stress, but Princess hordes them with delight as she refuses to let them leave her mouth.

Princess gently places a wither rose at the werewolf's feet, watching as he struggles to get away from it, kicking his legs towards her.

"I thought you were supposed to be tame, mutt." Princess growls, and out of the corner of her eyes she sees the creeper walk away from the window, his hand clenched into a fist. She wonders where his other arm is for less than a second, turning her attention back to the werewolf. "But it's clear you're just a feral dog, even less than one, aren't you?"

She doesn't get to finish what she was about to say, however, as rains down around them and the creeper lunges into her side, slamming her to the floor.

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Wels walks through the dark oak forest, his sword in hand. He isn't in his armour, instead a ceremonial outfit that he once swore to never wear again. A scream echoes through the woods, and a chiding voice teases him as he turns, gripping his sword. Someone is being hurt, most likely by Night. The voice is not one he recognises, but he refuses to allow it to scream for longer.

Curiosity is not a respectable trait for a prince, a voice reprimands him, though Wels tries to shake it off. He hasn't been a prince for years, he refused the title before Theran fell, and he does not regret that kingdom falling, even if it took his mother down with it. Though that woman is hardly his mother, considering how many of her own children she had beheaded.

Wels can only pray that his sisters are the personal demons haunting his mother in the deepest pits of the nether.

In any case, he marches forwards, ready to fulfil his role as knight. He swore an oath to protect people and he'll be damned if he lets someone die. He's already failed Keralis and Etho in letting them die, and so many of the hermits in not stopping Night. He must protect this person. He must not fail.

He already has failed.

Wels walks along the tree line before the ground opens up beneath him. The screaming goes from quiet to faint as he falls through the world, though he doesn't fall into the void. No, he falls into a white room, landing on his back. Pain doesn't hit him, and Wels comes to the realisation that this mustn't be real. A dream.

A break from reality. Wels accepts it with open arms.

A woman stands before him, short blue hair sending jolts through his body against the bright whiteness of the room. She wears shining armour, romanesque rather than like his own knightly set, but he notes that the way it sparkles in the light shows battle scars. She's heavier built than he his, Wels notes with a smile. She must be a warrior, a knight of her own realm. A protector of her people, not a mercenary.

"You must be Welsknight." She says, walking towards him. She towers over him, and Wels comes to the realisation that she can't be entirely human.

"I am." Wels nods. "Do you have a name?"

"I'm Protector." She says, and Wels notes the small necklace adorning her neck. A wedding band hangs from it, as well as a dog tag, with nothing more than a watcher symbol on it. "One of the original watchers."

"And you grace me with your presence." Wels is little more than annoyed. Two powerful deities apparently have the ability to toy with his mind, and he'd prefer them to leave him. "What do I owe the pleasure for?"

"I know you're annoyed." Protector shrugs. "I'll keep this short and simple then. I need to ask you a few questions about where you are and whats going on. I need to know where we need to send forces in to get you all out."

"Shoot then." Wels shrugs. "I clearly have nothing better to do."

And she does. Wels answers her questions as best as he can, but his head spins. It hurts, the bright white of the room. The voice in the back of his head taunts him, laughing as he winces in pain. Protector looks sympathetically down at him, and her face screws up, the white light dimming. Protector smiles as Wels relaxes, breathing easily.

"Is there anything else I should know."

"Xisuma, Grian, the stars and I aren't the only prisoners Night has." Wels says, resisting the urge to reach out to her. "They have Doc with them. They gave us his arm."

"Shit." She swears under her breath. "That's, that's not good. I can work with this. I always knew this was going to happen anyways..."

"What's going to happen?" Wels asks, though he doesn't know if he wants the answer.

"I shouldn't bother you. A prophecy, fate, it doesn't matter. My life is set in stone. Yours is not. Lets make sure your chapter in history ends positively." Protector's voice sounds hopeful, but something in Wels' soul feels sad, mourning her. He doesn't know why, perhaps she was close to Night before this happened, she did say that they're siblings.

"Wait, their sons. You need to find and protect their sons." Wels' panic grows. Two kids shouldn't be destined for Night's side.

"We know. We've already lost one to them. We'll protect his brother." She smiles weakly at Wels whose head spins with the information. Who was with him, who also had a brother? He can't work it out. "Would you prefer a dreamless sleep?"

"Please." Wels doesn't mean to sound desperate, but he knows that he must. Protector laughs quietly, touching his forehead.

The world turns into a blissful darkness, and silence fills his mind.

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"What are they doing?" Scar asks as Protector sits on the floor, her eyes screwed shut. Builder walks around the room, occasionally bumping into things, but his eyelids remain closed, even when he nearly falls to bedrock.

"They're communicating with your missing friends." Rose says simply. "I've never understood it, but it's essentially speaking to people in their dreams. Builder does it more than Protector."

"That's obvious," Iskall turns, smiling at Rose. "Does Protector talk to you in your dreams when you're separated?"

"No, because she knows that if she disrupted my sleep I would stab her." Rose smiles at Protector, the only expression in her eyes being love. "And she would do the same to me."

"Romantic." Scar giggles, dodging Rose's halfhearted shove. "So, if Protector is married to you, does that mean that she's my aunt?"

"Of course." Rose cocks her head to the side. "Why do you ask?"

"Isn't Grian her son?" Scar ignores the question, and Iskall snorts, turning towards the Vexian woman and the mage.

"Adopted."

"And Night is her sibling?" Scar's voice is quiet, and Rose's eyes widen, though she nods, not answering verbally. "And Xisuma and Evil X are their sons?"

"What are you getting at?" Rose smiles.

"Cub, Grian, Xisuma, Evil X and I are cousins." Scar mumbles, and Iskall breaks into laughter, loosing his mind as Scar comes to that realisation. "We're cousins?"

"Local mage, Vex man, gremlin man and server destroyer are cousins, mild mannered brother wonders if introducing them was a bad idea. More at seven." Iskall cackles, and Rose and Scar burst into tears of laughter. "Oh poor Xisuma! You all are insane!"

"Hey!" Scar protests. "You're one to talk Mr. 'Lets take anything dangerous'! What are you going to do with all those pufferfish?"

"Prank you, clearly." Iskall jabs back. "Concorp scum."

"Typical Sahara nonsense." Scar fails to keep a straight face. "At least we broke even. You guys didn't even do that!"

"Oh come on." Iskall giggles. "You had so many shops, that's hardly fair-"

"What are you kids talking about?" Builder asks, and Scar and Iskall jump, looking up at the suddenly awake man. Neither of them had noticed that Builder was awake, and Scar snickers, pushing Iskall forward. Iskall wobbles a little, unable to balance himself without his arm. "Nothing illegal, I hope."

"Oh, only illegal things." Scar sends Builder a cheshire cat grin.

"The most illegal. Very crime." Iskall nods sagely, and Builder laughs, rolling his eyes.

"Well, I hope your illegal activities are profitable." He says, and a serious looks replaces the laid back look that he had, as though he had seen, or remembered something upsetting.

"Is something wrong with Grian?" Scar asks, wrapping his arms around himself.

"I couldn't stay with him for long enough to know. He's definitely wounded, most cannot wake from my powers without being in serious pain." Builder's serious look is quickly replaced by a worried look. Tears spring in his eyes, and Rose wraps him into a hug. "I never even got to talk to him."

Protector shoots up with a gasp, jumping to her feet as a sword appears in her hands. She relaxes slightly, putting the strange brown sword away. Scar wants to touch it, to know what it's made of. It almost looks like netherite, though Scar knows that no nether produces that anymore.

"I spoke to Wels. We have coordinates." She says. "And information. I know what we need to do."

"What do we need to do?" Rose asks, and Protector looks at her, a tear slipping down her face. "Tori, what do we need to do?" Rose's voice is soft, quiet. She leaves Builder's side, wiping a tear from Protector's cheek.

"You remember the prophecy?"

"Tori no." Rose pulls Protector into her grasp. "Not now."

"I'll get better." Protector mumbles. "You know I will."

"You won't remember anything." Rose says, clinging to Protector before she pulls apart. "Is there anything else that we should know? Did you find out anything else from Wels?"

"Night has Doc and Ren." Protector doesn't look at Scar and Iskall, probably for the better. Iskall sits down, his face white as a sheet, and Scar's face drops, guilt tearing at his insides. Doc and Ren were sent to Scar's base. They were kidnapped at Scar's base. Their disappearance is his fault.

"Scar are you-"

"I have to go." Scar says, running out of the room. Rose reaches out for him, but Protector holds her back. Iskall watches, helpless, as Scar flies away. He wants to follow Scar, but he can't get an elytra on him if he tried. Builder sighs, a painful affair, and stands, leading them all towards the door. He gently picks up Iskall, and they fly out towards the shopping district. No words are spoken, not between the gods, nor between them and Iskall. They are all praying for two things:

Scar's appearance at the shopping district, safe and secure.

The finishing of this war, that everything will return to normal soon.

They land, Builder putting Iskall down onto the mycelium floor. Iskall walks towards a large building, one that stands out like a sore thumb. It's built with cobblestone, clearly one it was built for functionality and not for design as thats the only building material used. It's ugly, plain and simple, but False's face peeking out from behind the wall brightens the build.

"Hey guys!" She calls, running over to them, though her face falls as she counts the number of people in the small group. "Where's Scar?"

#the night au #the night #Night Au #new blog

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u1tra-v1olet · 4 years

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tniopretnuoC

more for the Counterpoint AU whoo!

(tw: swearing)

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Time seemed to stop as he was engulfed in a tornado of deep purple, swirling particles. Grian had just been looking for Professor Beak, who had drifted away again, when glowing nether portal particles practically swept him off his feet.

"What the-?!" He tried frantically to shoo away the particles, feeling the ground leave his feet and the warmth of the jungle disappear, but to no avail.

As soon the purple cleared from his vision, a blinding white pierced and he had to squint his eyes, shuddering as a chill ran through him. Snow lightly spiraled around him and gray stone poked out from under the drifts.

"Where... am I?" he muttered to himself, glancing around. "This can't be Hermitcraft... I don't even think Hermitcraft has snow!"

"False?" a familiar german voice said. Grian spun around, smiling at hearing a familiar sound, but his grin instantly dropped upon seeing the two strangers.

A tall brunette with pale skin and dark brown eyes peered at him through the snow, eyes wide with surprise. He wore a knitted black sweater with embroidered flowers pins on it, each a different kind with little messages on them, and ripped jean shorts. Slightly dirty bandages poked out from under his left sleeve and more were wrapped over his right eye, placed in a way that avoided the fluffy cream and black spotted cats ears on his head, a thing spotted tail flicking behind him.

The other was much shorter and had neat black hair with a small red bow clipped in it, holding back the loose hairs trying to get in his face. He had a white blouse on with lace accents and skinny jeans, a belt loosely tied around his waist. He had the taller's hand gripped tightly in his own and thin gold bangles wrapped around his wrists.

"Y-you're not False..." the taller muttered.

"Well clearly not!" Grian retorted, flaring out his colorful wings. "Who are you? Where am I? Why am I here? What's going on?!" His voice grew more and more frantic with each word, growing lightheaded from saying it all in one breath.

The shorter glanced up at the brunette and let go of his hand, calmly walking over to Grian's side and putting a hand on his shoulder in a comforting gesture. "Calm down," he murmured.

"We should probably um, get you inside," the taller suggested, smiling. "You'll feel better if it's warmer."

Grian sighed, his breath visible in the freezing air, and shakily nodded. It was freezing out there anyways. "Can I at least ask what your names are?" he asked as they led him through the snow.

"I'm Doc," the taller one said, kicking away the snow with his pale brown boots. "And that's BDubs." He pointed to the shorter man who was beside Grian.

Grian froze and his eyes widened. BDubs noticed and glanced worriedly back at him. "You okay?"

"You... you can't be them," he managed to say, his mind racing. "Wait, what're your usernames?"

BDubs raised an eyebrow, confused. "I'm BDoubleo100, he's Docm77," he replied. "Is that what you mean?"

"How...?" Grian said, his voice barely a whisper. "You can't be! No one can have the same username... it's impossible!"

"Of course! Everyone knows that," Doc added.

The snow started to clear from around them and shadows darkened the land as taiga trees closed in from around, the coarse grass crunching beneath their feet. A loud yipping noise suddenly split the quiet air and a fox came crashing through the underbrush, yapping and growling at them.

"Who goes there?!" demanded a clear, commanding voice. A short woman with brown hair tied in a bun jump down from one of the tall trees, pointing a spear directly at them and glaring with narrowed brown eyes.

"It's just us Stress," Doc mumbled, glancing worriedly at the wolves that slunk out from the shadows around them. "Doc and BDubs."

Grian gaped at the woman before him. "That's Stress?!" he blurted out.

Stress turned her cold gaze towards him, swiveling her spear to poke just under his chin. "Yes I fucking am," she said. "And you are?"

"Grian," the blonde replied, squirming under the cold metal blade.

Her eyes widened before turning into a snarl. "Imposter." She raised her spear and slammed it into the ground barely an inch in front of his foot. "Tell me who you really are bastard," she demanded.

"I-I don't know what to tell you!" Grian exclaimed, eyes wide with fear. "My name's Grian! I'm the one who should be surprised! You guys can't be Doc and BDubs and Stress!"

"Are you actually Grian?" BDubs asked, tilting his head slightly. "Cause we know a Grian too!"

"That's actually why we were in the mountains," Doc added, his tail twitching slightly. "Checking up on him since he gets into... a lot of trouble."

Stress scoffed, crossing her arms. "Understatement much? That bitch nearly brought Cthulhu to this world!"

"Calm down." BDubs fidgeted with the lace on his sleeves. "He might do a lot of stuff, but he's still out friend. No need for name-calling."

Grian rolled his eyes. "Is this 'Grian' really that bad?"

Stress grimaced. "Why does it matter?" she said, casting an accusing glare towards him. "I'm more curious about the fuck you even got here. I'm going to assume you're the result of one of Grian's stupid experiments."

BDubs shared a glance with Doc before speaking. "We should get going, no offense Stress, but it's really cold out here and I'm sure our guest here is cold." He gestured to Grian, smiling. The blonde let out a huff and nodded, folding his wings around him.

"And these things," Stress muttered, reaching forward to touch his wings. "What are you, a b-"

Doc suddenly smacked her hand away with a loud crack, making her hiss in pain and shake her pale hand, glowering. "We have to go Stress," he said, wincing at her gaze.

"Well you're certainly not taking him to your fucking 'house'," she scoffed, snatching up spear again. "If you want to be warm then come to my place. I want to here more about him anyways."

"And what if we don't want to?" Grian challenged, raising an eyebrow.

She simply snapped her fingers and at her command, the wolves previously standing around them crept forward, drawing back their lips in snarls at drool dripped form them. The fox at her feet leaped up onto a tree branch and then her shoulders, it's slitted eyes staring holes into the trio.

"You don't have a choice," she growled, turning away and starting to walk as the wolves ushered them to follow.

#hermitcraft #hermitblr #mineblr #docm77 #bdoubleo100 #bdubs #stressmonster #stressmonster101 #counterpoint au

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paradoxlemonade · 4 years

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Ughhhhh I ran out of Mr. Super clear so my project for turning all the hermits into dolls is on a temporary hold, but stay tuned! I have a working list for what order some of the hermits are being made!

Venus Mcflytrap -> Cleo

Draculaura -> False

Lagoona -> Stress

Howleen -> Grian (bc small)

Headmistress bloodgood -> Mumbo (bc tall)

I'm not sure who will come after this! I have another Lagoona, two clawdeens, and an Abbey, so I need to figure out which face mold will work best with which hermit! Lagoona has a round face with big eyes, clawdeen has a heart shaped face with narrow eyes, and Abbey has a square face with pointy medium eyes. (Suggestions are welcome! Don't worry, all the Hermits will get a doll eventually^^)

I do want to hunt down some male dolls, at the very least I want Doc and Xisuma with the male dolls as bases. It's cost/availability-prohibitive to get male dolls for all the male hermits, so I need to be selective in who must have a more masculine base.

#idea speaks #hermit doll saga #monster high ooak #hermitblr

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zallano · 5 years

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The HereAfter, Chapter 2

Chapter 1, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, read on AO3!

Entire fic under the cut!

It didn’t take very long for the hermits to make it to the ‘Shopping district’. Mumbo stayed mostly silent and kept to himself. He didn’t reply when the three would ask him questions unless it was about his home.

“So do you know where you live?” Xisuma asked. “I live past the hill at my spawn and a few hundred blocks out from there,” Mumbo responded, his words seemed distant as if they weren’t his own. He never got tired before, but in this place, he felt like he was going to collapse.

Occasionally Mumbo would catch the hermits staring at him oddly. He didn’t know why. Was there something on his face? He frowned slightly and fiddled with his thumbs and kept his eyes on the ground. False and Joe eventually had to go, they had their own projects to work on. This left Mumbo and Xisuma standing in a small field of grass together.

Mumbo watched the sun inching closer to the horizon line. He tensed. “Oh no, it’s going to be dark soon- I don’t want to run into any more monsters.” He ran a hand through his hair, nervous.

Xisuma looked up at the sky. He looked over at Mumbo and clapped his hands together. “Right, of course. The night isn’t good, especially when you don’t have anything,” he looked around at all the different shops around them. “We can explore the world someday soon and try to find your spawn. In the meantime, I suggest getting yourself a bed and building a starter house in the morning? I don’t have much on me at the moment, so I can’t give you anything to start off with,”

Mumbo looked up at Xisuma, perplexed. “A bed?” His eyes landed on an odd-looking blue flower. ”Uhm, yes, a bed- to sleep in.” X replied. Mumbo didn’t say anything in response. Xisuma blinked twice, “You do sleep, right?” He asked.

“I always wait out the night,” Mumbo replied shortly. He dreaded night. “Well I mean, you do that here, but I advise you to sleep every once in a while. The Phantoms get pretty bad here. When was the last time you slept?”

After thinking for a few moments, Mumbo finally answered “I don’t think I’ve ever slept,” he frowned ever so slightly. Xisuma looked at him like he was insane. ‘Great,’ he thought, ‘another odd look,’

“Never sleeping at all? How have you not died to the Phantoms?” The other asked. “What even are Phantoms?” Mumbo questioned and Xisuma only shook his head. “Okay, I see you don’t really know anything at all about this decade... I’ll talk with all the other hermits tomorrow morning. Think you can survive the night?”

Mumbo nodded. “That’s all I do at this point.” He shrugged. Xisuma made one last glance up at the sun, watching it sink behind the trees in the distance. “Okay great. Make sure to stay inside the shopping district and around torches. Probably stay inside the shops. Phantoms can’t get you if you’re not in the open.”

With that, Xisuma grabbed a rocket and double checked to see if his elytra had enough durability before getting ready to take off. “I’ll see you in the morning, Mumbo! Unfortunately… I have- something to deal with at the moment..” he waved goodbye and then shot up into the air. Mumbo was left there in a cloud of white sparks, astonished. Some guy just took to the sky right before his eyes so nonchalantly as if it wasn’t a big deal.

His hands were trembling, though that most likely due to his severe sleep deprivation. His head hurt, and his clock around his neck ticked annoyingly as if it was taunting him. Mumbo’s nervous red eyes glanced around him. He was completely alone in an area he has never been to and it was getting darker - was it?

Mumbo failed to realize that the sun had fully set. He was so used to complete and utter darkness that he assumed the current state of the night was just the beginning, but the moon was already creeping its way into the sky.

A torch and a cleverly hidden sea lantern flickered and glowed on the ground beneath his feet. Everything was quiet, a tad bit too quiet.

Although, that was before Mumbo heard a hiss, but not a familiar hiss.

A loud cry, almost like a shriek came from above him. In a panic, Mumbo looked up to see around seven large purple-ish-blue flying creatures. Their numbers soon doubled, now fourteen creatures screamed and yelled at Mumbo from above. These must have been the Phantoms Xisuma was talking about.

Mumbo quickly tightened his jacket around his waist tighter and began to speed walk wherever his feet may take him. A particularly large Phantom swooped down at him and attacked him. He lost many hearts. Mumbo watched in horror and the other Phantoms followed the lead and tried to kill him.

He jumped, trying to avoid the menacing teeth that were attempting to bite off his head. A small wooden wagon, or cart, was a few blocks ahead of him and he dived underneath it to take cover.

Phantoms cried and screeched at him to come out. The ticking and whirs of the clock became louder and more prominent. His own heartbeat thumped in his ears at an irregular speed. The usual quiet ambient sounds could be heard much clearer now.

Tick.

Tick...

The clock, the sounds, everything. It was all too much.

The noise and insanity of the lack of sleep we're getting to him.

Mumbo covered his ears.

Silence.

He breathed in. He hadn’t realized how intensively he was breathing. This new place was insane. It was utterly mad. Mumbo focused on his breathing. Maybe the Phantoms would leave him alone once they realized they couldn’t get him. Although something told him that they wouldn’t leave until morning. He sighed, breathing in, and out. Slowly, Mumbo lowered his hands and all the sounds were back to normal, apart from the screaming sky-demons of course.

The clock silenced, it had stopped ticking entirely. It stayed like that for a few seconds until it must have somehow realized Mumbo was paying attention to it and it began ticking away again.

Mumbo inhaled and exhaled slowly once more before breathing regularly. He leaned against one of the cart’s back wheels and closed his eyes. For the first time in twenty-three years, Mumbo fell asleep.

“Mumbo? That’s his name? Mumbo!”

Mumbo slowly rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and opened them to see Joe from yesterday, and a guy with a cowboy hat. “Uh-“ Mumbo didn’t want to get up, he didn’t even want to wake up at all.

“Why was he sleeping under Grian’s cart?” The man with the hat asked. “I don’t know,” Joe replied. “Mumbo, it’s morning now. Xisuma wants you to meet everyone- oh speaking of, this is Scar,” Joe pointed to the man in the hat. He waved. “Hello fellow Hermit,” he laughed.

Mumbo slowly crawled out from under the cart and stretched. He was taller than the both of them and it seemed to have surprised Scar slightly. “Must've had a really comfortable sleep underneath this here cart.” He grinned. Mumbo blinked, still not fully aware of his surroundings. “Yeah,” he finally spoke.

“We don’t really have a proper meeting place, so we’re going to meet outside iTrade,” Joe gestured Mumbo to follow, which he did.

They arrived at a pale yellow and white building. A bunch of people was standing outside, chatting and joking around. Mumbo recognized False from the day before. “Hm, I thought everyone was going to be here today,” Scar commented. “I’m guessing some really are dedicating a lot of time into their projects,” Joe turned to Mumbo. “But I’m sure you’ll meet everyone eventually,”

Mumbo nodded slightly. He no longer felt tired, but the large crowd of people made him nervous. He had never seen so many people before, and this wasn’t apparently everyone.

Joe and Scar led Mumbo to the group. A few Hermits introduced themselves. Doc, Stress, Cub, Impulse, Ren, and quite a few others.

“Where’s Grian and Xisuma? Weren’t they here when we left to get Mumbo?” Scar asked the others. “Xisuma had to show Grian something. I’m sure they’ll be back soon though,” Iskall walked over.

“Hey Mumbo, if you need any help getting started, I have a few extra things. That is if you plan on staying here very long.” Iskall placed a light purple block on the ground. “I’m happy to take whatever you’re willing to give,” Mumbo sat down on a makeshift chair, which was really just stairs and a couple of signs. The purple block opened revealing items inside. “What is that—?!” He immediately stood up. Iskall put his hands up. “Oh no worries, it’s just a shulker box. It’s not going to hurt you,” Iskall laughed and Mumbo relaxed. “Oh- I didn’t know,”

“Speaking of you not knowing stuff,” a voice appeared from behind the crowd. It was Xisuma. “You don’t seem to know much about this world. You act as if you’ve never seen a flower before. You’re not from here, are you Mumbo?” He asked.

Mumbo shook his head hesitantly. “No- I’m from my world. This place is so different than mine.” He replied. “Where’s Grian?” Iskall asked. “He had to stay behind and work on something..” Xisuma replied. “Mumbo, can you tell us all about your world?” He continued.

Mumbo slowly sat back down in the chair. Everyone’s eyes were glued onto him now. The clock was ticking louder. “Well, to start off, everything’s a lot brighter. The trees, the grass, the water- although, the night is pitch black. I could barely see a thing,” he began. “My world.. it’s like this one, just- it doesn’t have as many things. It doesn’t have this tall grass,” he picked at the grass that went to his knees. “It doesn’t have these flowers,” he pointed to an orange tulip. “And it most certainly doesn’t have Phantoms or Shulkerboxes-,”

Xisuma hummed. “I figured... Mumbo, I believe you may be from the past.” He stated. A few hermits choked. “What? From the past? Xisuma are you okay?” Someone asked.

“The past? How can I be from the past?” Mumbo asked. “There’s no way- that’s impossible. Does this place have time machines here as well as all this other weird stuff?” He asked. Everyone shook their heads. “Not that I know of,” Ren said.

“I’m sorry, Mumbo, but I don’t think we’ll be able to get you back home. The stuff you’re describing about your world is how the world used to be years ago, nearly a century ago.” Xisuma explained. Mumbo frowned. “I can’t get home-?” He spoke quietly to himself.

What was even waiting for him at home? More creepers? Terrible nature scenery? A horrible house he spent so long on and still managed to make it look bad? The more he thought of it, the more Mumbo realized that there was no point in trying to get back home when he could start a new life here.

“You’re welcome to stay here and join in the community,” X went on. “There are a few islands that haven’t gotten claimed that I’m sure no one minds you taking.”

Mumbo stared at the grassy ground. The clock was still getting gradually louder. “Okay,” he finally said. “I’ll stay here. I have nothing left to lose anyway,” he shrugged slightly with a smile. “I’m sure I have a lot to learn though..” his smile faltered a bit. “For starts, what in the world is that—?” He pointed off to something small and white behind a tree. The hermits turned around to see a chicken pecking at the ground, inspecting the dirt for seeds.

“That’s- uh- a chicken.” Stress laughed. Others joined in on the laughter. “Chickens. Wow. This the world has everything,” Mumbo chuckled with the others. Sure, he barely knew anything from this new world- the future- but, he at least got an opportunity to start over and a reason to laugh. Two things Mumbo didn’t think would ever happen.

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