Hermitcraft season 9, but each hermit has a dsmp member to take care of that season.
Grian has Wilbur on his hands who is making his mama bird do everything for him.
Philza chose mumbo because he wants to keep an eye on him. Philza is like that suspicious neighbour but mumbo is always nice to him.
Rendog gets H, and they have a blast ofc
Xisuma has gotten quackity, and it is like seeing a parent at Walmart have to handle their kid.
Niki and false are now unstoppable, you should fear them.
Bdubs has his apprentice foolish who follows him around.
Captain puffy is veryyyyy worried about scars wellbeing. She learns the true meaning of chaos
Tango and Sam are going ham.
Keralis took one look at skeppy and now both of them are addicted to minigames.
Etho and technoblade..... Run, and hide!!!!
(shared this with a friend, and felt I should also share it here)
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Thinking about how Ren was totally in his element for Last Life Session 5.
Of course, he’s in his element literally— the Fairy Fort Lizzie built was burnt down, they moved to Ren’s tower, which is a very typical Ren tower build, with its tall walls, secret rooms, the entire architecture / palette just oozes Ren. And because Ren’s build (that he made entirely by himself for his alliance) is now their Very Important Base, I think Ren has appointed himself as the protector of his alliance. This is his land. He’ll guard his people. In Lizzie’s land, he was her loyal knight. In Ren’s land, he’s still Lizzie’s loyal knight, but he’s more confident now. He knows the layout of their base, he knows how to fortify it.
Which leads to the next point: I’m getting a bit of Red King vibes from LL! Ren. Ren building tall walls and crossly snapping at anyone that climbs over them instead of going through the door — it’s a defensive behaviour he learned from 3rd Life. Ren sinking into roleplay and calling his friends the Shadow Alliance… giving cool names to his allies and gasping in horror when Lizzie said she wasn’t queen. The way he said “please take a seat” to Lizzie and BigB is identical to the way he said “please take a seat” to Martyn in 3rd Life when he asked Martyn to be his hand prior to being Red King.
And of course, Martyn.
Having Martyn on his side greatly increased Ren’s confidence, and you can see that before Martyn even appeared. Ren was dramatically talking about the Fart drifting from the south to Lizzie and BigB in his lore voice. You can tell he’s super duper excited to introduce Martyn to his current allies (and his lore buddy is back!). And when Martyn comes, these two sink into their old habits. Ren snaps at Martyn for coming through the walls instead of the door, Martyn replies “I don’t trust doors in these lands” with his lore voice, and Ren instantly immerses himself into his character and starts talking in his lore voice. All this high fantasy, royalty, Game of Thrones-like, stories of loyalty / devotion… this is what Ren is familiar with. This is what he’s good at. And with Martyn by his side, Ren has someone to bounce off with.
This change is especially obvious when you compare Session 5 Ren to let’s say, Session 2 Ren. Ren was going through his whump fic arc and being all sad and lonely and setting himself on fire so Martyn could notice him… but then Ren found himself an alliance. More like, he forced himself into an alliance, he barged into Lizzie’s house to offer his loyalty. I think somewhere in the back of his mind Ren knows it’s an unfair deal. A single life for loyalty till the end of the series? And Lizzie could easily betray him?
But Ren had nothing to lose.
He did have something to give, though. Not just his loyalty and other Minecraft resources, but also his storytelling ability. He made Lizzie’s role more dramatic and intense and powerful.
And even if he ended up being betrayed by Lizzie and co, at least Ren had a story to write and add on to instead of being a grumpy old fisherman.
c!Ren has went from being a sad pathetic little guy to a confident and strategic knight. And you can sense the change because he’s with things he’s familiar with <3
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Ren didn’t recall using his last moments to plead for his life.
He knew he was going down, realized it the moment the chains settled over his chest and the moon came into view. The familiar sting wasn’t there, digging through his clothes and sudden blanket of fur, the sting of silver on werewolf. The full moon taunted him as he tore his crew apart, shattering his beloved ship and declaring the end of the dreaded Red King. He stood at the ship’s sinking bow, the moonlight letting slip on his mind for just long enough to let out a strangled howl, the call of a beast defeated. And so the captain went down with his ship.
And yet he was alive.
Alive might not have been the proper word. He was submerged completely in the icy cold, but it didn’t chill him like it should’ve. He opened his mouth instinctively, a pitiful gasp for air in the depths of the ocean, but found his chest didn’t hurt any more from the lack of it. He wasn’t dead. But this… this wasn’t life.
He seemed to be pulled along by the current, hardly moving his arms or legs to swim as the sea brought him forward. The halls were long, forged of perfect quartz and a deep blue rock, sea stones he’d once had braided in his hair for good luck, when he was just a lad. They were still there, tangled in his brown locks. The roof above him was pink, moving and pulsating like some sort of living thing reaching out to him. Again he opened his mouth to call out to the castle, and again no voice could be found.
Her throne was hewn from precious stones, diamonds and pearls and glimmering gold that became hers the moment it fell into the ocean through careless hands or capsizes. All around them shone lanterns alight with a strange blue flame, despite being sunk deep underwater. They looked like stars in the black sea around them, and the light of them reflecting in her eyes made her look all the more dangerous, like an angler fish with a flash of lightning in place of the soft glow.
She could speak clearly, water be damned. Her head tilted just slightly as the words passed her lips, in almost an amused fashion, and the single motion sent her hair off her shoulders to drift around her. It reminded him vaguely of spun sugar from land, something from his childhood he couldn’t bother to remember. Her dress wasn’t silk or satin or velvet, but something similar to spider’s silk, too light and smooth to be real. He wanted to reach out and touch, but he wasn’t mad. Even in the dark sea he could tell they weren’t alone. In the ocean, one was never alone.
The Red King, if he was even that anymore, opened his mouth. All that left him were bubbles.
“Don’t worry. In time, the skill will come.”
Her skin was a color of blue-purple Ren had only ever seen adorn royalty. The woman before him wore no crown, but he was no fool. He knew exactly what she was. The reason no fool worth their salt left an axolotl in their fisher’s net. The reason young sailors, like the captain had been so long ago, braided prismarine in their hair. The monster that could poison the sky and split the land, if she only had a reason.
The Ocean Queen.
“Come, Child of the Sea,” she beckoned, extending her hand to draw him forward. Her other reached for the arm of her throne, where a glimmering axe was embedded. His axe. It made sense. All treasures of the ocean were hers, and he’d spent enough on that damn thing to know just how much of a treasure it was. He suspected a trap as she balanced the weapon in her hands, extending it to him to take.
“I have need of you, Red King,” she paused, weighing the name on her tongue, “...Ren.”
He almost dropped the axe as he took it, nobody had called him that name in too long. He had cast it into the sea when the Red King became his title. ...no wonder she had it. She must’ve collected trinkets too, or perhaps something so simple was a treasure to her. Somehow, he hoped for the former.
He bowed his head. Whatever she needed, he would do. Fear, respect, thanks, whatever it was shook him to his very soul. He felt her hand rest upon his head.
He opened his mouth, and the words were clear.
“My queen,” he paused, listening to his voice flow despite the watery depths, “My axe, my body, my soul… is yours.”
“Don’t promise me your soul,” she insisted, “I already have that. All I ask is your loyalty. To the very end.”
“To the very end,” he whispered his promise.
The world around him seemed different, brighter, as he knelt before her, but it didn’t last. A sharp pang was the first hint, a breath of air, something he was sure he’d never feel again.
“You’re waking up,” he heard his queen whisper, “and soon I will too. Keep watch until I do, Ren.”
He looked up to her, wanting to question what she’d said but not being able to find the words as she slipped away from him, into the black depths of the sea.
He awoke with air in his impossibly-alive lungs and his axe miraculously dragged from the sea in his arms. For only a moment he wondered if he’d done nothing more than gotten lucky, if the sea queen was just his own mind clinging to some weird bit of hope. But he knew better. And besides, next to him slept someone else, a young woman with that same hair, the color of candy floss. She didn’t have gills or blue skin, but tied in her hair was two little beads of prismarine, the clearest he’d ever seen. Proof enough for him.
Ren sat by his queen and kept watch.
AU inspired by @xgatheringdust ! I’ll definitely write more of this in the future, check them out in the meantime!
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