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yeahiamjustalittleguy · 2 years

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Hi friend!! I’m here to request either Bdubs or Beef from you >:-)

Maybe something where Reader has a very long and difficult day, and just wants to come home to their partner and feel comforted <3 i love fluff :-D

Hello love!! /p I know it's a little short but its very fluffy so I hope its good enough,, :D Also I chose Bdubs cause he is lovely.

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It all started early that day, while you and Impulse were working on a raid farm. Something went wrong, maybe you didn’t spawn proof it correctly, or maybe it wasn’t high enough. It didn’t really matter what went wrong when you had arrows in your back and hit the ground, instantly waking up in your bed with sweat and shock coating your face. Then came the cleaning process, killing all the Pillagers that had spawned outside the farm. You and Impulse both suffered quite a few deaths there as well. Safe to say, both of you were not in the greatest mood afterwards and decided to continue your work another day.

Then you had an altercation at your shop with Etho, who insisted, humorously of course, that your prices were basically robbing him. You’re not even sure what he meant by it, and you had kind of just taken it as an insult and had an argument with him. It ended on good terms when you explained you’d had a rough day, and he understood completely, letting you off the hook. Then you slipped into a hole that led to the void below the server and lost most of the items in your inventory. It was safe to say, of days that sucked, this was up there. Every single thing that had gone wrong, had. Going home that evening, you remember dragging your feet as they weighted down on you, and your head felt like a bag of bricks as you had it hanging, looking at the ground as you walked. You were almost in tears, but you held them in, almost too tired to even cry at this point.

You opened the door to you and Bdubs shared base. Normally, just the very thought and vibe of being in your shared home was enough to make your stress evaporate, but the thought of the items you’d need to collect back after your demise and what you needed to do to fix your raid farm crowded your mind. Not to say that the feeling of death didn’t hang over you after today wasn’t your main concern though. It was never a nice feeling, death. It was always so unsettling and sudden, like getting ripped from sleep due to a horrible nightmare. “I’m home, Bdubs.” You said, tiredness seeping into every word, your voice meek and quiet. Bdubs instinctively came running into the hallway, ready to embrace you in his warm hug like he usually did. He was always home earlier than you, cause he was such an early riser. He needed his damn sleep, as he would say. But when he saw your face, he stopped in his tracks, hesitating.

Urging him to still give you the hug, you held out your arms and he happily strode over to you and embraced you in turn. “Bad day?” He asked, so softly for a man who was usually always so loud. It made your heart ache, having to worry him. But everyone had bad days, you had to remember that. “Terrible day.” He concluded when you didn’t answer, simply too tired to do anything as you leaned on his shoulder. After a little bit of him simply rubbing your back soothingly, letting you be comforted by his presence, he took your hand, leading you into the kitchen. He sat you down on one of the chairs, and went over to finish whatever he was cooking. It was soup, and he put the vegetables in the water, simply waiting for it to boil. You watched with drowsy eyes as he went over to the jukebox, putting on your favorite record.

He came up behind you, wrapping you up in his arms and laying his head on your back, rocking a bit with the sway of the music. “You know what always makes me feel better?” He asks you, smiling into your back. You hum in confirmation of hearing him, but too dead to even really respond and ask him what he is suggesting. “Sleep. I love to sleep. And I love you.” He says, trying to cheer you up. To be honest, sleep sounded nice. But you were scared to even try at this point. Could you even sleep at this point, with all this on your mind? Or would you just lie awake for hours, thinking of death and the work that would follow the day after when you inevitably woke up. He kissed your shoulder blade, tracing his hands up and cupping your cheek lovingly in his hand before breaking apart and getting back to the soup on the stove. It must have been done, cause he turned the stove off and poured you both a bowl.

You ate, listening to Bdubs talking loudly about whatever was on his mind. He knew that the silence would only make it worse and he liked talking. He knew that even if you were not exactly participating, that you were listening anyways. And whenever he told a joke, it did make you smile. Just his presence made you feel better, in all honesty. When you finished, he took your hand leading you to the bedroom. While getting ready for bed, he gave your shoulder another kiss, and you hummed. “Tomorrow will be better, I promise.” You reached your hand behind you, finding his face and laying your hand on it, and you both stood there for a bit like that, while he embraced you from behind. You turned around, and he this time from the front, embraced you with his hands on the back of your legs and hoisted you up and carried you to the bed. Sometimes his strength surprised you, but you were too tired to react, just laying your head on his shoulder as he made the voyage. It was only a few steps, but for some reason it felt longer.

Bdubs liked to be the little spoon a lot, and it was something you would usually indulge him. Yet when he placed you softly on your shared bed, he didn’t even let you get comfortable. Instead he just plopped down and curled around you, his arms interlocked around your stomach. Without noticing, all your worries seemed to start to fade away, and your tense muscles relaxed. Then before long you were asleep, letting Bdubs take all your worries away.

#hermitcraft x you #hermitcraft x reader #hermitcraft x y/n #bdubs x reader #bdubs x you #bdubs x y/n #Bdouble0100 x reader #Bdoubleo100 x y/n #Bdoubleo100 x you

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smileymoth · 2 years

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"You have to stop living in this make-believe of yours, Scar" Pearl told Scar as he stared off the edge of the sky disc.

"Look Pearl, I know! I’m quite aware. I saw them by Bdubs’ house earlier… they were chatting in the dark, at sunrise… felt like I was interrupting something! But I don't care! I don’t... care that Grian doesn’t want to be my soulmate. Why would it matter?" He said, looking down at little Jellie in his front pocket, "I have Jellie! Why would I need anyone else? Right, Jellie? Aren’t you a little cutie… Oh you’re so cute.” he babytalked the feline who purred in response.

Pearl, wanting to comfort her friend, heard a crack as she stepped forward. Panicked, she looked on the ground, scared that maybe her flooring had given in, staying as still as possible, "Scar...” she said carefully, “turn around, we may need to evac-" and as the man turned around in confusion, she instantly saw the issue. "Scar! Your... your necklace." She gasped, reaching a hand over to Scar, who was now staring down at his chest, brows furrowed. "The heart has a crack in it, Scar." Pearl looked into Scars eyes, she could see a glimpse of pain and worry.

"What does this mean? Grian hasn't taken damage? Wait, why do we need to leave again-”

"Oh you idiot! You did, not him! And you say you don't care about him. He broke your heart, Scar!”

"No you're joking! You’re just making this up." He laughed awkwardly.

"No I'm not! Listen, look," she raised her hand, the bracelet with three hearts shining and Scar felt his heart skip a beat at the bracelet, "Look, Scar, when Scott got angry and left, all three of them cracked, you have no clue how scared I was. But... they've healed on their own now... one of them still has a crack but, yeah... we get on better now.”

“I wonder if Grian is alright then,” he selflessly thought, but Pearl knew that it was only Scar whose heart had broken.

Scar watched into the sky with sadness, and as he heard bing from his communicator, a message from his soulmate, he rushed out of Pearl's disc, leaving the Scarlet Pearl on her own to wonder.

***life indicators are different on each bond. Scar and Grian share a necklace, Pearl and Scott share a bracelet. If a life is lost, the charm loses it’s colour till there’s only one red one left.

#pearlescentmoon #goodtimeswithscar #double life smp #mcyt #grian #is mentioned so i guess this fits here #moth post #smileymothwrites

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aceby010 · 2 years

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Double Life SMP Predictions: Session 2

This is just me airing out my thoughts lol don’t mind me I saw some of the spoilers and my brain went in so many directions (also if any of these things actually do happen I will scream)

Someone uses a forbidden item by accident and the game gets paused so that the mod could be fixed again (*side eyes gapple owners*)

1st red duo on the server? (if it turns out to be Impulse and Bdubs, Impulse WILL murder every single horn user on the map and it will be glorious)

Worse scenario: 1st permadeath duo out of the series, from a trap that wasn’t even intended for them (funny if Team Rancher, even funnier(tragic) if one of the Divorce Polycule pairs without any redemption arcs occurring)

A duo loses a life because of dripstone (from a cave or a trap we don’t know yet)

Scar gets a bow and arrows and almost Hawkeyes someone to death (And it will be Grian because it would be funny)

Several pairs across the map instantly explode because of a trap that killed 3 of their partners similar to that one tnt minecart trap in 3rd Life

Someone was able to get silk touch and uses this to do skulk land mines. (Possible cause of the many deaths)

Someone dies to an obvious trap and another divorce occurs

One duo Minds Their Business and just tends to their base, and their duo episode is just domestic farming and building while the rest of the server burns to the ground in the background

Someone tries out lore that gets severely thrown to the side when many deaths occur as they’re building it up

Warden deaths. WARDEN DEATHS

And that is all I will be treating this post like a checklist that would hopefully not get any checks, happy upcoming Session 2 everybody let’s enjoy the wholesome moments while it lasts

#dlsmp #double life smp #trafficblr #predictions #mcyt #impulsesv #bdoubleo100 #scott smajor #zombiecleo #pearlescentmoon #inthelittlewood #team rancher #grian #gtws

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fruitwanderer · 1 year

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I love how Bdubs saw the ender dragon and instantly thought he was having flu delusions

#hermit tag #bdoubleo100 #rambles

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secretkittywolf · 1 month

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High Life

chapter 10

Doc and Etho plan throughout the night whilst Scott was sleeping in the next room, blissfully unaware of what he's gotten himself in to. By morning, their little meeting was done and Etho had left a few hours ago with Doc asleep on the couch. He didn't really need sleep, what with all the wires and machinery in him, but it was nice to from time to time. Scott woke up and rubbed his eyes before stretching. He looked around the room and saw it wasn't his before remembering he was over at Doc's. "Ah I see you're awake. Good! I've made you some breakfast. Mind you, it's just some steak and bread" He watched as Doc served him breakfast in bed. Scott turned it into a sandwich as Doc say next to him and kissed his forehead.

Oh right. He was Doc's boyfriend. He almost forgot about that. Scott had to admit, it seemed very odd and sudden when the larger man-hybrid thingy asked him to be his. "I need your help in a moment with something. "Oh? What's what?" He said, between eating his sandwich. "I'm going to set up traps as a way to protect us both since well I'm in a bit of danger" Scott placed down his sandwich, his interest was piqued. "You see I'm being hunted down and since you're now my boyfriend, I'm worried that they might come after you too" It wasn't the full truth but Scott didn't need to know. He just needed Scott's help with this plan. "Sure. I'll help you out" Doc smiled and kissed Scott who returned it quickly.

Ren decided that it was now or never to kill Doc. Yeah sure it was a little early since it's only day 5, but this man tried to kill him and Bdubs, so he had to go before he hurts anyone else. "Hey I'm off to see Martyn!" "OKAY!" he heard Bdubs shout from the ensuite. He went down the bubble elevator and went off to Martyn's. It took Ren no time at all thanks to being a dog hybrid. He spies Martyn grumbling away. "Stupid Grian. Making my life difficult. I mean, I'm running this really cool bar and there's no alcohol! Not to mention I can serve up any appetizers and make this place really fancy. 'Hey does anyone want apple slices?' Cause that's all that I can give!" Ren watches Martyn slams his head onto the counter and deeply sigh. "Uh hey?" Martyn rises his head. "Ren! What can I do for you" Ren's tail begins to wag. He's glad that just being here has cheered Martyn up.

"I need two invisibility potions to go please" "Sure thing. I'll get to work on those right away" Ren stares lovingly at Martyn. He won't admit it but he's still in love with the guy. This man devoted his life to him, something that no one really has done since- A massive headache appears almost instantly as he began thinking. Strange. This has never happened before. "I'm done- Hey are you okay?" "Yeah no, I'm fine. Just I didn't get enough sleep last night so I'm really paying for it now" he lies. "Okay. You just take care of yourself" Ren takes the potions out of Martyn's hand. Still soft as ever but with a slight roughness to them. "I will Martyn. Don't you worry" He says goodbye but not before kissing Martyn who happily returns it. "See you" Ren runs off with the potions leaving Martyn happily daydreaming. "Bdubs! I'm back" "Did you get them?" He asks running into the room. "Let's kill Doc" Ren hands one to Bdubs and they leave to Doc's place. "What's the plan?" Whispers Bdubs as the two hide in bushes just outside the building. "What do you mean "What's the plan?" You came up with it!" Ren hisses back. "I mean what's the plan on going in!" "We drink the potions, sneak in, hide in Doc's suite, wait for him to return and blow him to pieces. You know like your plan" Bdubs rolls his eyes! "I know, I know- Look! There he is"

The two see Doc appear alongside Scott. "Why's Scott with Doc? I thought he was with Cleo?" Whispers Bdubs. "How strange..." "Well obviously we don't want to kill him" "We need to get Scott away somehow" The two begin to think as Doc and Scott begin to set traps. "That's not what I meant you know" Ren looks at him, puzzled. "Earlier. About the plan? I was referring tp when we should do it" "Why didn't you say that then?!" "I was gonna but you- Shit! Scott's coming over" "What are you two doing?" The two freeze and look up. "Hi Scott. Just uh scoping out the area... yeah" Scott's raises an eyebrow. "Yeah I'm having trouble believing that so, if you two are done spying" Bdubs pokes his head out from behind the bush. "Look, we just need to do something but you're kind of in the way so shoo" He makes a hand motion which causes Scott to sigh. "Fine. But cause any trouble I'm telling Doc" and with that, he leaves back to Doc's building. "Everything okay?" The hybrid asks. "Yeah. Just thought I heard something but it was nothing"

Ren and Bdubs continue watching as Scott talks to Doc about something before leaving the building. "It's now or never" They drink the potions and sneak over and into the building. They dodge Doc and the traps before quietly opening the door to the staircase and closing it before heading up the stairs. "Why couldn't we just have taken the bubble elevator?" Whines Bdubs since they were out of earshot by now. "Because using it would've been loud and suspicious" Ren replies, moving quickly. They were running up the winding staircase until they reach the last door before the rooftop. "Come on let's-" " Just as I thought" They stop as the potion wears off. Why were there so many stairs. "Ren & Bdubs. What a lovely surprise. You know taking the bubble elevator would've been much faster but then again, I wouldn't be able to catch you like now" The two gulp as he drags them out of the stairwell. "What should I do with intruders like you?" Ren's ears lay flat on his head as Doc was looming over them. "I have the perfect idea-" THWACK!

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Sorry again for the delay! I have another fanfic I'm working on which is up on ao3, an idea came out of nowhere for an Empires AU and I have 4 ideas for other fanfics so yeah, I'm a bit busy. But I've decided to chip away at this, my ao3 one and my Empires AU at the same time so I don't lose interest in either of these beside I love these ideas, especially this one, and I'm not giving up and abandoning them

#trafficblr #double life #scott smajor #3rd life #last life #limited life #secret life #docm77 #bdubs #bdoubleo100 #etho #ethoslab #rendog #high life

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totallynotpuri · 2 years

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POV: You are Bdubs at the end of Hermitcraft season 8

#Bdoubleo100 #Hermitcraft #Hermitcraft Season 8 #Bdubs #this is from an interior garden in a Shang Hai mall ^^#saw it and instantly thought of Bdubs #Puri Posts

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soggylizard424 · 2 years

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✨Guess who's writing their 4th fic this week and doesn't care anymore✨

TW for angst, panic attacks, and maybe memory loss?

Mumbo knew how the system worked. Grian was going to get his memories back soon. Not that he had particularly lost the memories, tehy were just blocked from his brain. But Mumbo was out of third life. He remembered everything, as soon as he woke up by the Boatem Hole. It had been Grian who had killed him. But he wasn’t mad. He understood.

The hardest part was that Grian didnt know what he had done.

Mumbo only allowed himself only a few moments of relief. As soon as he woke up by the Boatem Hole, it took him a long minute to come to terms with what had happened. Grian had killed him. And he had laughed.

He stood there for a long moment, then flew up to his minivan, hours passing. The way his friends had been was frankly quite terrifying. Grian had killed Jimmy for a simple slap. Then he had killed Mumbo for firing an arrow out of surprise. He was practically crying out for a reason the use the Boogey Blade on someone.

Soon, Impulse joined.

Impulse had been in last life, Mumbo thought. He died too.

Mumbo glided down from the minivan shakily. His feet followed the path over to Impulse‘s house in front of his massive factory. Mumbo knocked lightly at first, and in a moment, Impulse opened the door. He looked shaken, and parts of his arms were detailed with a clear indicator of the wither curse, but Mumbo could tell it was fading fast.

“Mumbo?” Impulse‘s voice was quiet, vulnerable.

“Did you leave… that place?“ Mumbo said, referring to the last life server. “Permanently?”

He nodded, still standing shocked in the doorway. “Scott got me.“ He rubbed the curse on his arm, which was almost gone. “We set off the wither and didn’t even get anyone. They fired at us from the ground around BEST’s base.” Impulse shuddered. Mumbo put two grounding hands on the shorter man’s shoulders. He seemed to try to pull himself together.

”Thanks, Mumbo,” he said, taking a deep breath. They stood there for a long moment in the doorway, grounding each other.

”No one‘s going to remember what happened, even if we tell them,” Mumbo said. Impulse nodded. There was a ping in the chat.

They looked at each other for a long moment, then slipped on their elytras and took off in the direction of Bdubs’s starter base.

They landed smoothly and quickly ran into the copper building. Instantly, Mumbo could tell something was wrong. They climbed the ladder as quickly as they could, and once they got to Bdub’s room, they saw a lump of seemingly moss on the bed. It was shaking and breathing heavily. Mumbo put a hand gently on Bdub’s back. He jumped, and they both saw the arrow wounds on his back.

”Bdubs, its us,“ Impulse said gently. Bdubs’s eyes were bigger than usual, and he could see the fear in them. His face was red and he was shaking, so Mumbo opened his wonder chest, grabbed a healing potion and walked Bdubs through drinking it as Impulse tried to calm him down. The arrow wound were already gonr by the time he had drank the whole thing, but it would have calmed his nerves.

“You going to be okay, Bdubs?“ Impulse asked after a long pause That seemed to last hours.

”Yeah, I’m just— I was an idiot. I wish I could go back. I want to help, still. The final death thing was just… hard on me,” he replied quietly.

”Theres always spectator mode,” Impulse suggested.

“there’s that,” Bdubs said quietly.

Weeks passed. The hermits that remembered were comforted by some, but everyone was generally pretty quiet. Scar and Tango came back the next week, and Mumbo lost track after that.

Mumbo was carefully placing the blocks for the top of the mountain when something crashed into him. It was a burst of red and feathers.

”Mumbo, Mumbo I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to— I- I just I freaked out and I hurt you but I did want to hurt you and I’m so sorry,” it said, and Mumbo found Grian hugging his waist, tears wetting his suit.

Mumbo sat down beside him, wrapping his arms around his shaking friend

“It’s going to be okay,“ he whispered, “Its okay. I promise. I forgive you.”

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arts-and-drafts · 3 years

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Vulnerable (Hermit Tommy AU)

TW: Severe PTSD, Self Destructive Actions, Panic Attacks

(Extra Extra! Angst hot off the presses! This one is in a bit of a different style, let me know if it flows okay! In this one, Xisuma sees first hand that recovery for Tommy is going to be a very long road indeed, and also learns some upsetting news :) Enjoy!)

Being ashamed of weakness is something new to the hermits, and it's something Tommy despises.

They've lived such a good life that they talk freely about what scares them, about their flaws and insecurities, and they're accommodated for it. Stairs are added to builds for Joe's fear of heights. Dolls are removed from public places for Scar's comfort. The night is kept away and builds are lit up with torch overkill for Bdubs' fear of the dark and for general safety, so no one is caught unawares by a mob. Tommy doesn't understand how the hermits can be so kind to one another to help each other with their weaknesses, and it invokes indescribable rage in him.

(It's not rage, not really. It's jealousy, and Tommy knows deep down that it's wrong. He's getting better at dealing with that sort of thing, but the stark realization that he had endured such injustice in his old world is too much to bear.)

The hermits already adapt to him, even though he never says out loud that rockets send him to a terrible place in his mind, never says that buttons make him tremble so violently he can't breathe, never says that the eerie sound of a Wither coming to life paralyzes him inside of his memories. He never utters a word, but suddenly every button on the server has become a lever, every hermit around him starts to walk or ender pearl instead of flying, and Lamps Plus stops selling beacons for good. Tommy never asks, and the hermits never comment, but it's glaringly obvious that they've done this for him.

Tommy's heart twists in an unfamiliar feeling, a whirlwind of anger and confusion and a warmth that he can't name sending his thoughts spinning.

How can they be so kind to a dirty, skittish, thieving child that has stumbled into their home uninvited? It just doesn't make sense.

Tommy has encountered zero hostility from the hermits since he woke up in Joe's doghouse, and it sets him on edge. It's too good, and Tommy knows well enough that good things always come to a grisly end.

So he picks fights. He starts conflict that isn't a playful prank war. He steals and destroys and laughs when he sees what has become of the hermit he's chosen for suffering and he hides how much it confusingly hurts him to do so.

Peace was never an option, and that's something Tommy can't change. Something will always come up to ruin his happy ending, so he ends it himself. He'd rather it be by his own hands, just to grasp some meager illusion of control over his fate.

But even when he blows up items, sets builds on fire semi-accidentally, the hermits do not stop being kind. They look at Tommy with pity and empathy instead of anger, and it makes the kid's blood boil.

He's brought to the tipping point when Xisuma offers a conversation instead of a fight when Tommy breaks the glass keeping his bees contained. Instead of frustration, Xisuma just waves it off, casually mentions he has more bees to replace the ones that escaped, and just asks Tommy if he's okay. The sincerity in his eyes, the only part of Xisuma that Tommy can see, finally lights Tommy's fuse.

Tommy exploded, screaming until his throat was ripped to shreds over how fucking lucky Xisuma is to live in a world where hard work isn't hardly a concern when it's destroyed, how infuriating it is that he's so nice, how can he be nice when he's the admin and he controls every movement of the server and every beating heart in this world is under his thumb and he's green and he's a fucking psychopath--

And Xisuma brings him back from the memories of exile. Tommy blinks to see Xisuma's purple eyes locked with his own, calming him from his heaving chest and tear streaked face that Tommy only now registers.

And Tommy breaks.

The sun sets and rises instantly as soon as it touches the horizon, BDoubleO100 has gone to sleep. Xisuma carefully lifts Tommy's exhausted form from the grassy floor after hours of sobbing in the admin's arms, and the child is easily lulled to sleep by Xisuma's rocking movement as he takes him back to Joe's. The walk is long and Xisuma has a lot to think about.

He expected Tommy to tip over. He wasn't as experienced with kids as Bdubs or Doc, but he could notice destructive behavior when he saw it. He knew patience was key, and he was so glad Tommy was with him when he finally let it all out. Void knows what would've happened if he was alone.

Xisuma of course did not expect to learn that Tommy has had horrible run ins with his old admin, but suddenly the mystery of the kid's oddly wary behavior around Xisuma clicks into place.

And now it's Xisuma's turn to be angry, because an admin that does anything other than protect their players with their life is someone who should not be an admin at all.

Xisuma looks down, really looks at how scrawny and exhausted this poor child is, his eyes tracing over the littering of scars that cover Tommy's body from wounds he shouldn't have ever endured in his life, much less at 16. How many others are like him? How many others are scarred and broken and haunted with memories because of what their admin has done to them?

How many aren't as lucky as Tommy in finding a way out?

Xisuma makes it to Joe's doghouse district faster than he thought, and he passes Tommy off into safe arms with a knowing look. The admin waits until Joe has disappeared with the kid before taking to the sky, sliding into his base at a less than safe velocity and immediately pulls up his administrator screen.

Xisuma doesn't have a name or coordinates of the world Tommy escaped, but he has only a few names Tommy cries in his sleep, Wilbur, Tubbo, Dream. Xisuma hopes that's enough to find them.

He can't just stand by knowing that other players are suffering, can't sleep until he knows Tommy's friends are free of that horrible place. He can't live peacefully knowing others are going through what has hurt Tommy so deeply that he's still conditioned by what he has endured even after months of being free.

If their admin won't protect them the way they should, then Xisuma will.

He has to.

#hermitcraft fic #hermit tommy au #meraki post #angst #tw panic attacks #tw ptsd #tw self destruction #dream smp fic #not really but it's related

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riacte · 3 years

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Let’s appreciate the recent HEP/ Mycelium Heist

I don’t know if this was planned, but they (Etho, Impulse, Grian) entered the HEP factory through the chimneys, and I find this so funny because last time the HEP did a heist, Tango “hacked” in the vault, but this time they legit saw behind-the-scenes architecture and was like “hey, this is probably hollow right” AND IT’S JUST SO THEM TO GET IN THROUGH SOMETHING THAT WASN’T SUPPOSED TO BE SHOWN ON CAMERA MWJXJAK

I honestly had zero idea how they were going to get in— they didn’t have a key, the windows were all sealed, there wasn’t an obvious “trapped” entrance. So it was really nice to see them enter in a creative way

I think moments like these are when Scar’s detailed builds truly shine. Scar’s builds always have character and a story behind them, and he briefly explains it to us in his episodes, but there’s nothing like the hermits exploring Scar’s builds in the middle of a storyline. You can see they’re genuinely so confused yet impressed by... well, everything. They don’t have any what MooPop is, but they’re FASCINATED

And it’s not just some tour of the factory, or a casual fly-by, they’re legit exploring the factory and trying their best to uncover its secrets. Seeing Scar explain how he built a factory ladder is very different from seeing Grian actually go down said ladder. It’s just so... beautifully immersive. And Scar’s wonderful builds go perfectly well with the storyline.

THE MINECARTS. Oh man. They’re hilarious. When I saw them in Scar’s video, I was really impressed by his creativity but thought “oh well, that’s just for the aesthetic. As fun as it is, no one’s gonna ride it.” WELL. Seeing the MR gang on the railway/pipe thing that connected the chimney to the main room and actually using the minecart to go down was so fun. Like the minecarts were a Chekhov’s gun. It’s just so satisfying to see Scar’s “aesthetic” details have practical use.

Not only the building’s fantastic, the redstone was also spectacular. I don’t have time to watch all the hermits (mainly watching Scar and Grian rn) but I could instantly recognise Tango and Cub’s redstone. The redstone was so cleverly created. Like, they could’ve used TNT and boom boom the place up ala Resistance style. But no. A skeleton that shoots flaming arrows, the freakin vibe check (hilarious), the clouds of potion particles, the multiple levers in different rooms that all result in traps— it gave me very Season 6 Team STAR traps vibes. Cheeky, but not always deadly.

AND OF COURSE THE RAVAGER! The slow descent of it when Etho activated the trap... everyone immediately getting Decked Out flashbacks... experiencing the “oh damn we didn’t think this through moment”... and the resulting PURE PANIC.

They tried to put the Ravager in a minecart, which again is a nice touch. They’re actively trying to use their surroundings to help them instead of immediately cheesing it

TANGO’S NONCHALANCE IN THE CHAT... casually watching HEP security slay the Resistance...

Grian respawning and quickly dying was also hilarious because it reminded me of the prank he pulled on Scar at the Upside Down, so is this karma?? Maybe?? XD

Dude was so desperate lol. He ran, he flew, he enderpearled— and still died. Tango’s probably crying tears of laughter seeing the death messages.

Speaking of Grian, what a coincidence that he lost his Bdubs head and had to kill Bdubs, only to get massacred by the HEP in like the exact same day.

THEIR ATTACHMENT TO THE BDUBS HEAD. Truly the face of the Resistance and Hermitcraft (see: Lime Liches in Minecraft Championship)

Seeing Cub log on and log off was making me nervous HAHA. I half-expected him to show up in the middle of the heist kinda like how Doc did when False gave Grian and Ren the Area 77 tour.

I feel the one (1) block of mycelium was a callback to the one (1) diamond in the fake vault... and naturally the Resistance thought they had been bamboolzed, because they pulled the same trick on HEP. Then they realised the mycelium was there all along and they were bamboolzed AGAIN.

There were so many mycelium blocks on the floor... so many shulker boxes. Hilarious how the MR spent so much time pulling off (and failing) the heist only to leave the majority of their treasures behind...

The heist was a hilariously epic failure. HEP put in so much effort and hard work. It felt like everything was meticulously crafted

Kudos to everyone involved in this heist!! Everything about it is excellent— the lore, the story, the architecture, the redstone, the humour, the panic— everything. This is one of those Hermitcraft episodes that I’ll rewatch tens of times and still never get bored. Thank you hermits for the serotonin <33 can’t wait to see what happens next!

Feel free to reblog and add more!

#hermitcraft #mycelium resistance #hermitblr #mcyt #grian #ethoslab #impulsesv #goodtimeswithscar #cubfan135 #tangotek #hep #wow I love hermits #and the thing is... I don’t even watch cub and tango that much but their redstone just screams them #there is only one (1) person who would use those text symbols in minecraft books #ria.txt

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hmshermitcraft · 2 years

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(don't judge me but I got inspired by the scene from hotel Transylvania of the painting scene)

They call themselves the NHO, 5 happy husbands who lived in a castle on a hill because of their 'monstrous' appearances, sadly their castle was burnt down by those village folks and killed all five of them but four turned into ghosts, Etho, Doc, Bdubs and Ren, though their fifth and loveliest husband did not, or so they thought.

Fast-forward into a few centuries, the castle was rebuilt and renovated and had now housed many monsters of sorts by the years having to be owned by the four grumpy ghost husbands, but things take a turn when human disguised monsters came to the castle thinking it was abandoned.

They split up and one, the smallest of the group finds a large painting in the attic with most of it's view hidden with thick velcet curtains only to reveal a familiar man sitting on a single sofa, it was him- no the person looked like him.

The four ghosts saw this and tried to scare him away only for him to turn around and see their approach, the four instantly saw him and memories of the past filled their minds, as the curtains fell and revealed the full picture.

...

"I'm back my loves."

"Grian, oh our dearest angel!"

- SoftBoi🥺

Why they disguised themselves? It's another mystery for you to solve.

They had to disguise themselves not on purpose but because people always makes comments about how eerily similar they look to the original owners of the house, the disguise themselves to not bring back the horrible memories of how they died without their love by their side.

#hermitshipping #ask #grian tag #docm77 tag #bdoubleo tag #etho tag #rendog tag #NHO #SoftBoi🥺 anon

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c-r-ash-crash · 3 years

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New Life Chapter 4

Etho pushed himself to his feet, using the cave wall to steady himself. He rubbed at his face groggily. God, he hated moving to new servers. Especially if that server included permadeath. He slipped his mask on, and clipped his sword and makeshift scabbard onto his waist. He pulled on his gloves and rubbed the sleep from his eyes one last time. Up and at ‘em.

He marched out into the main room of the little shelter he and Bdubs had constructed the night before. He slipped silently into the small tunnel connecting the shelter to Bdubs’ tiny closet of a room. He stepped into the room and saw Bdubs passed out on the bed, sprawled out awkwardly. Etho couldn’t help a small smile at the sight. Then his hand brushed against his sword.

It would be so easy to kill Bdubs right now. His abdomen was completely unguarded, and there were no weapons within sight other than his own. It would be smart too. If what everyone else said was true, Bdubs was also on four lives. Taking one and knocking him down to his lime green life wouldn’t be a bad idea. He wouldn’t go red just yet, but he’d also be easier to take out if need be.

Etho shook his head, letting his hand fall back to the side. What was he thinking? He and Bdubs were allies. He couldn’t kill his fellow hermit. He wouldn’t kill him. Besides he wasn’t a red life yet. He wouldn’t be allowed to kill him. Not yet, at least.

Gently, Etho reached out his hand and shook Bdubs awake.

Grian rode through the forest, reins draped through his fingers. The horse he had found was a beautiful steed, snow white and muzzle speckled with spots of black and dark gray. His search for caves last night had been fruitless. But when he had found the horse, he had found a set of diamond armor tied to the creature's side. Part of Grian wondered if it was a gift from the universe. Most of him really, really hoped it wasn’t.

Suddenly, he heard two voices drifting through the trees. One was male, one was female. He recognized Scar’s voice instantly, and after a moment, he also recognized Lizzie’s. Quietly, he dismounted and wrapped the horse’s reins around a tree. “I’ll be back in a minute, buddy,” he murmured. Then he set off.

After a moment, the trees cleared to reveal a small river side beach and a cave plunging into the side of a small hill. Scar was sitting on the edge of the hill, and Grian could see a bright pink and blue smudge just inside the cave that must have been Lizzie. “You know, I’m actually the boogeyman,” Scar was saying. “So you should definitely give me a life.” Grian froze.

“Scar, don't joke about that!” he blurted out before he could stop himself. Scar leapt to his feet and Lizzie scrambled to see over the hill. “Oh, hey, Grian,” Scar said, grin growing wider. “Didn’t see you! Did you hear what I was telling Lizzie?” “About how you’re actually the boogeyman?” Grian said, eyebrow raised. “Do you even know what the boogeyman does?” “Well of course!” Scar said. “Then you know that if the boogeyman doesn’t kill someone in nine days then they become a red life?”

Scar’s face fell momentarily, horrified. But then his eyes lit up with mischief. Grian swore under his breath. “Of course I knew that,” Scar said, turning back to Lizzie. “Which is exactly why you should give me a life, Lizzie. If you do that then I won’t kill you this round.” “But why’s that such a big deal?” Lizzie asked. “I have plenty of lives to spare. It doesn’t really matter if you take one. Besides, this is just a game right?”

Grian flinched back, and Scar’s jaw tightened. “No, Lizzie,” he said quietly. “This is not ‘just a game.’” “Lizzie,” Grian explained, voice slightly pained. “If you lose all your lives, then you're dead. Like, permanently. It was a miracle we survived last time. I don’t know if the universe will let us come back this time.” The mood sombered. Lizzie simply stared as she processed what Grian had just said.

Then, suddenly, Scar clapped his hands together, startling the others out of their thoughts. “That’s exactly why you don’t want me to kill you, Lizzie,” he said. Suddenly, Grian had his arm caught in his grip and was pulling Scar into the trees. Scar stumbled along behind him, spluttering indignantly. Once they had reached the spot where Grian had left his horse, he shoved Scar up against a tree.

“This isn’t a game, Scar,” he growled. “Lizzie is a friend. And if she dies, she could die permanently. Don’t ever threaten people like that again. Our actions have actual consequences. This isn’t just some harmless scam you’re pulling. This is people’s lives, Scar. Do you not see how messed up that is?” Scar’s gaze hardened. “Grian, let me go. Now.” Grian didn’t move. “Grian,” Scar warned, much more firmly this time.

“Promise me,” Grian said, voice small and almost defeated. “Please, Scar. Promise you won’t pull a stunt like that.” “I promise,” Scar said. Grian didn’t notice the way he crossed his fingers as he spoke. Grian released his hold on Scar. Suddenly, Scar sprinted away and began untying Grian's horse from the tree. “What are you-” Grian said, but before he could finish the sentence, Scar was already galloping away.

Bdubs pressed his ear closer to the wall, listening for the tell-tale sound of lava. His brow furrowed, but then he pulled back. “This wall should be clear,” Bdubs said. “Who knows, maybe we’ll even get lucky and it’ll open into a cave.” Etho nodded silently, then gestured for Bdubs to move.

Bdubs stepped back as Etho raised his pick and brought it down on the rock face. A minute later, he had broken through the wall. He brushed away a few stray pieces of stone, and Bdubs tucked the item drops into his pocket. “Well, shall we see what’s on the other side?” Etho asked. Bdubs nodded, and slipped through the opening.

There was indeed a cave. Quickly, Bdubs propped a torch up against the wall, and scanned the area. He saw a few veins of iron and coal, but otherwise, nothing truly useful. “No diamonds in here,” he called back to Etho. “There’s some iron though if you want that.” “I think we’ve got bigger problems,” Etho said from right beside Bdubs. Bdubs jumped. “Geez,” he muttered. “How long were you standing there?” Then he noticed Etho was staring intently at a darkened corner of the cave.

Bdubs followed his gaze to see Tango and Skizz standing in the corner, hands on the hilts of their swords. “Oh, hey guys,” he greeted. “How long have you been in here?” “Couple hours,” Tango said evenly. “Stayed here once we heard you guys coming though. You might want to consider being more careful. After all, we only have so many lives.” Bdubs’ hand strayed towards his sword. “We do,” he said, a hint of threat creeping into his voice. “I would be pretty careful if I was you.”

Suddenly Etho broke in, trying to diffuse the tension. “So, how’s the resource gathering been going, gentlemen?” “Pretty good,” Skizz, still slightly cautious. “We found a couple of diamonds.” “Oh, really?” Etho said. Bdubs could practically see the gears turning behind his eyes. “How many?” “Four,” Skizz said with a shrug. “That means two each.”

Before anyone could blink, Tango was entangled in spider webs, another cobweb item floating in Etho’s hand. “Well, gentlemen, it’s wonderful that you’ve found some diamonds. But let me explain how this is gonna go,” the ninja said, calmly, tossing the cobweb from hand to hand. “One of us is the boogeyman. If you want to escape with your lives, you’ll hand over those diamonds.” “We don’t even know what the boogeyman is supposed to be,” Tango scoffed. “That’s hardly a threat.”

“Oh, I’m happy to explain,” Etho said. “You see, the boogeyman is someone randomly chosen by the server every nine days. And guess what? They get to kill people regardless of how many lives they have.” Bdubs felt sick. Etho was literally threatening to kill their friends. Did Etho know Bdubs was the boogeyman. If Bdubs really thought about it, his strategy was a good one. Someone on the server was allowed to kill, and no one knew who it was. Using that fact to get better resources was a good move. Bdubs tried desperately to ignore how vulnerable Tango was right now, how close at hand his sword was.

Skizz’s hand crept towards his sword. “Ah ah ah,” Etho warned. “There are two of us. One of you is trapped, and one of us is allowed to kill. I wouldn’t try anything Skizz.” Bdubs’ stomach began to turn. It would be so, so easy to kill Tango right now. He shoved the thought down.

“What’ll it be, gentlemen?” Etho said. Bdubs’ hand brushed over the hilt of his sword. Suddenly, he drew it, and Skizz and Tango flinched back. He cut the webs away from Tango. “Get out of here,” he ordered. Tango and Skizz didn’t protest, sprinting out of the cave. Bdubs watched them go. The headache from yesterday was returning. He ignored how feverish his skin felt, ignored the growing nausea in his stomach. He should have killed Tango.

Pearl added another layer of stone to the small platform she and Scott had made. He was a few blocks above her, scanning the nearby forest for any signs of other players. She glanced up, ready to ask him what he was seeing, but stopped when she saw his expression.

He was sitting despondent on the edge of the platform, twisting his crown between his hands, rubbing his thumb over the rim. The poppy he had picked earlier was sitting by his side, seemingly forgotten. What had happened between him and Jimmy earlier. Clearly they had been friends, at least once upon a time. But it was clear that wasn’t the case anymore, or at least Jimmy hadn’t wanted that to be the case. She watched as Scott’s fists curled around the crown. He looked as if he wanted to fling it away. But after a moment, he relaxed. Pearl sighed affectionately, and began clambering up the tower.

Before she reached the tower however, she heard the sound of horse hooves, and glanced down to see Scar riding a beautiful white horse. “Hey, Scar!” she called down. Scar startled, but then he too called down to Scar. “Hey guys!” Scar called up. “What’re you up too?” “Just a quick break,” Pearl said, dropping back down to the lower half of the platform. “Nice, nice,” Scar said. “Say, Pearl, I can’t help but notice you’re on your dark green life.”

“I am,” Pearl said, not missing the way Scott’s hand drifted to the bow slung across his back. “Well, that means you have a few lives to spare,” Scar said. “You know, we have a give life command now, so you can just transfer lives to each other.” “Oh, really?” Pearl said. “And I assume you want me to transfer you a life?”

“Well, of course,” Scar said. “But if you need some extra incentive, I’m also the boogeyman.” “What does that mean?” Scott asked warily. “It means I’m allowed to kill you.” Pearl froze. Casually, Scott unslung his bow. “Lot of good that does you,” he said. “It’s two versus one. Besides we’re up here and I have a bow.” Scar’s face fell. Then, they heard the sound of soft humming drifting across the clearing. A few minutes later, Jimmy appeared at the edge of the little field. Scar’s face lit up. “You may be safe but Jimmy’s not,” he said. “What?” Jimmy asked, startled by the sudden acknowledgement of his presence.

“Hey, Jimmy,” Scar greeted. “Have you heard of the wonderful give life command?” “I have actually,” Jimmy said, pleased. “I bumped into Grian earlier. He told me about it.” “Well, then, surely you already know how to use it,” Scar said. “I’m not giving you my life Scar,” Jimmy said. “Would it convince you if I told you that I’m the boogeyman?” Scar said, a bit of menace creeping into his voice. “I could just kill you if I wanted too.”

Pearl didn’t miss the way Scott instantly loaded an arrow and aimed it at Scar’s head. “I’m not giving you a life, Scar,” Jimmy said again, a bit more nervously this time. “‘Cause then I’ll be on my red life, and I really don’t think anyone wants that. I have a spyglass, though.” There was silence for a moment, but then Scar shrugged. “Yeah, I’ll accept that.” Jimmy tossed it to Scar, and scampered off as quickly as he could.

Pearl didn’t miss how Scott waited until both Jimmy and Scar were out of sight before he let himself relax.

Grian clambered up the hill to the enchanting table that marked spawn. He opened the book that lay in the center of the table, and smeared lapis dust across his sword. He began to speak the enchantment, but suddenly, he heard something hit the ground behind him. He whirled around, brandishing the sword but relaxed when he saw Etho.

“Man, Etho, we really need to put a bell on you,” he joked. “Please don’t” Etho said lightly. “That sounds like it’d be a nuisance.” “Yeah, but you couldn’t scare the rest of us half to death all the time.”

Etho rolled his eyes, and tossed a crafting table to the ground. “Bdubs, where are you?” he called down the hill. “I’m here, I’m here,” Bdubs complained, appearing as he spoke. “Cool,” Etho said. “You can get our stuff enchanted after Grian.” Bdubs nodded. “Tables free,” Grian said, resheathing his sword. “I see your resource gathering has been going well.” “Yeah,” Bdubs said, rubbing lapis across his and Etho’s swords. “Took us a while to find diamonds, but eventually we did.” “Nice,” Grian said. “What are you making, Etho?” “Jukebox,” Etho said, tossing the item to the ground as he did so. “Yeah, we found this really cool music disc earlier.”

Etho slipped the disc into the jukebox and eerie music began to echo throughout the night. “You know,” Etho said. “Whenever you hear this, someone’s about to die.” Grian burst out laughing. “Oh man,” Grian said. “Please tell me one of you is the boogeyman so we can make this happen.” “You’re correct,” Bdubs said.

Suddenly, a sword was slashing across Grian’s chest. “Wait what?” Grian said stumbling, fumbling to draw his own sword. Before he could do anything though, Bdubs made another thrust at him, piercing his shoulder. Grian turned tail and spirited away. He reached the edge of the river, and was about to jump into the water when a sword plunged into his back and through his chest.

Grian was slain by Bdoubleo100.

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mamahersh · 3 years

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The Road to Hell (is Paved with Good Intentions)

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

(CW: angst, blood, gore) <--- later chapters, this one’s clean.

Welcome to my first attempt at Ethoslab angst! I wanted an nHo-centric fic with a heavy dose of Etho angst. I have nowhere else to post this, and fair warning I am terrible at characterizations, so everyone will probably be a bit OOC to some extent; but for sure EvilX will be very OOC in how evil he is in this one. The Rating for the later chapters is a solid M, so be warned about that. If y’all have suggestions or feedback, feel free to come and say hi! P.S. I got my inspiration for this fic from this fic over here! Give them some love too.

Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7

Chapter 1 (below the cut)

BDoubleO was worried.

Now, it wasn’t often he worried, particularly about Etho. Especially after the shenanigans from Season 5 with the nHo, and their many years of collaboration after that, he was well aware that Etho had a habit of disappearing for weeks on end. Even when he was supposed to be helping with a bit of collaboration work like the Horse Course, he was infamous for suddenly disappearing for a week, and coming back acting like nothing had happened. But even still, Etho usually left a note, or told someone about where he was going so they at least knew when to approximately expect him to show back up. This time though, Etho hadn’t even left Iskall a note, and so far this season he had made sure to at least leave a note for Iskall since they were sharing a base. (BDoubleO had asked Iskall 3 days after the last time he had seen Etho to ask if he knew where Etho was. Iskall didn’t know, though he had seen him 2 days previously puttering around their shared base as normal.) He had asked around the other Hermits, seeing if anyone had heard anything. The only one that had seen anything was Beef, who had said he had seen Etho lurking on the edges of his territory heading toward the top of BDubs’ mountain with a spyglass about a day and a half ago. Doc had mentioned that while he hadn’t seen Etho recently, he had heard that Etho had been busy in talks with Xisuma and Evil Xisuma over something. However, when BDubs questioned Xisuma, he said he hadn’t seen Etho since the last major server meeting. (It was always disconcerting when Hermits’ stories didn’t match up, as that usually meant there were shenanigans afoot. But BDubs couldn’t figure out why there would be shenanigans afoot, because this was just Etho.)

A whinny from Lulu beneath him startled BDubs out of his worries. Looking around he realized that they were already staring up at Xisuma’s lighthouse and general base area. Why were they there you might ask? (A theoretical from a theoretical, truly meta of him, aha) WELL, Xisuma had sent out a message to the server that everyone should come and gather at his base for an important something. BDubs was confused, and very concerned, that Xisuma was insisting on the meeting being in person. After all, any news could be dispensed through the Server messages, and all their bases were known, so boards could be placed at bases for Hermits to see as they came in and out. Meeting in person was never technically necessary, though it made it generally easier to talk with each other since they didn’t have to type everything out. The point stood however, that unless it was an emergency, Xisuma never called a general Hermit assembly outside of their regularly scheduled monthly meetings.

Looking around, BDubs was able to see that Beef was already there, along with most of the Boatem Crew, and surprisingly enough, the Horsehead Farms guys were there as well. Of course, Doc was on his way, and last he heard, the Big Eye crew was following up behind him since they both had been busy when the announcement had gone out. The rest of the server would be on their way because of how far out they were. (Part of BDubs wondered if those who were coming in later were the lucky ones. The rest of him wondered why he was so filled with anxiety and so certain this meeting was only going to be terrible.) Deciding nothing good would come of dwelling on the negatives, he made his way over to where Beef (who was looking more unrecognizable by the day as the alien contamination overtook him) was standing alone, seemingly keeping his eye out for someone or something.

“Hey Beef!” BDubs called out, smiling and waving as he approached. Beef looked over at the sudden shouting of his name, and instantly relaxed as he saw BDubs approaching. “Hey BDubs!” he called back, something alien layered under his normal voice. (It spoke of void and distant stars, though Tango had recently been saying it reminded him more of sulfur and brimstone). “You know anything about why Xisuma’s called this meetup?” asked Beef before BDubs could ask the question himself.

“Not a clue,” BDubs replied, allowing his concern to show through as he stood ill-at-ease beside his friend. “He just announced he had something he wanted to show or talk to us about I guess, though I can’t imagine what it could be about.” Well, BDubs had a guess or two, but none of them were generally pleasant topics of conversation, outside of some surprise announcement for the next server update to 1.18.

“Darn, I was hoping you would have heard something…” said Beef, his own unease easy to read. BDubs shrugged, looking around at the other groups of players standing outside the Lighthouse. It looked like even in the short time they had been greeting each other, the other Big Eyed Crew had arrived on his tailwind. An awkward pause settled between the two of them, both having been so tied up in their own shenanigans to really know what the other had been up to. BDubs debated bringing up the obvious, but it seemed like one of those things you don’t necessarily bring up. But then again…

“Yo Beef,” said BDubs, turning to look at Beef again. Beef startled out of his momentary reverie. “You’ve been looking pretty, uh… green recently. How’s that been treating you?”

For a moment Beef looked almost confused, before he seemed to connect the dots and snorted. “Oh yeah, it’s been treating me great, as you can see.” They both chuckled a bit at his sarcasm before he continued. “But in all seriousness, I hadn’t really been noticing it. I mean, I definitely notice that people have been giving me a wider berth this season, which hasn’t been great for business since I have a great idea for selling specialty cat food I can make on my alien ship. I haven’t personally noticed too many changes outside my appearance thus far however.” After a moment Beef said, “So how about you? How have Keralis and Tango been treating you this season?”

BDubs chuckled. “Would you believe it if I told you it’s been going great? I have a mountain already, and we have a small bay town we’re building up to serve as a shopping district for our Big Eye Crew. Plus, we got Tango to actually make his eyes big, so it’s a win all around! Though I’ve been noticing more Derpcoin sneaking into our shops…”

“Hey now, what’s wrong with Derpcoin?!” exclaimed Beef, looking vaguely offended. BDubs was startled by this, completely not expecting such an outburst from Beef of all people.

“I mean, there’s nothing necessarily wrong with it, it’s just I have no idea what the conversion rate is on the stuff, so I don’t know what people are paying in my shop for the items they’re buying,” replied BDubs. “Plus, there’s nowhere to use it.”

“But there is a place to use it! You could use it at EX’s Evil Emporium. Plus, with more people signing up for Derpcoin, it seems like a lucrative market to sell in,” countered Beef, a strange gleam in his eyes. “EX was nice enough to give me an in into his Derpcoin shopping district, so I’ll have a storefront through the Evil Emporium.”

"Evil Emporium huh?" BDubs made a considering noise. "Heard a little bit about it back when EX was doing a little sales pitch in our neck of the woods. Seems pretty fishy to me, but if you think it's a trustworthy establishment, I'll definitely give it a second look."

"Attention everyone!" called out Xisuma, suddenly standing in the center of the gathered Hermits. "Your attention please!" BDubs looked over to where X was waving everyone over. He noticed that X seemed abnormally forward, though that could be attributed to his paranoia. Afterall, X wasn’t one to cause problems! Sure he had been trying to get people on board with this Evil Emporium thing pretty hard, but X couldn’t hurt a fly even on a good day, so BDubs wondered if this wasn’t about Derpcoin.

He had been hearing from the other Big-Eyed crew that tensions between Boatem and the Derpcoin empire had been slowly escalating over the last week or so. Plus he had been hearing about more of the unaffiliated Hermits beginning to create close ties with EX’s brand, embracing Derpcoin as their main currency even! On the other hand, he’d been hearing from some of the Boatem people about how they were getting sick and tired of finding Derpcoin in their shops, and seemingly some people were beginning to refuse to pay for items with diamonds… There was a mess brewing for sure in the background this season, it just seemed like an issue that could wait till the next monthly meeting is all.

With a jolt, BDubs was brought back to the present as Doc bumped him in the shoulder. “How are you doing BDubs? Looking pretty lost in thought there, big guy.”

“Well, doing pretty good if you must ask!” BDubs puffed up with the compliment on his height, despite knowing it was more than likely meant in a sarcastic manner. Between Doc and Etho, BDubs never really could catch a break. “You just get here then?”

Doc let out a rumbly hum in agreement. “Yesss, though I have no idea why Xisuma called the meeting. Know anything?”

BDubs and Beef both shook their heads. “We’re in the dark as much as you are, it seems,” replied Beef, moving towards the other Hermits to try and get their little group to walk and talk.

“I have a theory though!” continued BDubs, leaning in to act somewhat more conspiratorially. Doc leaned in a bit more than he needed to, getting a friendly bump on the head from Beef. “See, I’m sure you’ve both heard a bit more than I have about Boatem vs the Evil Emporium. I think things might be heating up enough between the two that X might be forced to intervene soon.” BDubs rubbed the back of his neck. “Admittedly, it still seems like the kind of thing that he would bring up in the monthly meeting instead of an impromptu meeting like this.”

“Looks like we don’t have to wait long to find out in any case.” Beef gestured at the surrounding Hermits and Xisuma himself still standing at the center looking official as usual. (Though BDubs thought he looked a little dazed, but he shoved the thought aside.)

“Thank you everyone for taking time out for this meeting!” called out Xisuma, his face still disconcertingly empty. “I’ve called you together today because EX had a stream he wanted us all to watch, and I agree it is most imperative we all watch it together.”

BDubs did not like the sound of this one bit. “What’s the stream about?” called Joe from the opposite side of the crowd.

“Yeah, why’s it so important we all have to watch it?” asked Cleo from beside him. BDubs realized that those two had had to travel across the entire continent to come to the meeting, and Joe was still renouncing wings, so taking long trips was a distinct hassle. At the very least, it was far more time consuming than everyone else’s trips had been, minus potentially XB and Hypno’s trip.

Xisuma seemed to stand there taking it silently, which was not necessarily outside of the usual, but his response certainly was. “With that out of the way, I’ll get the screen set up, and then we can watch EX’s stream!” ‘That was strange,’ thought BDubs as he looked around the circle of bewildered Hermits. Normally X would try to answer questions, or at least let them know things precisely before he did them. It was incredibly out of character that he would just ignore Joe and Cleo like that… Particularly Joe and Cleo if BDubs was to be brutally honest. Those three had been closer than three peas in a pod since Season 2, and Joe and X had known each other pretty well since almost the start of Season 1. To have those two brushed off by Xisuma struck a wrong chord.

BDubs was pulled back to the present as Xisuma rapidly typed into his communicator, and a holographic screen projected just beyond the circle of Hermits behind where Cub was standing. Almost as one, the Hermits turned to look at it, curiosity overpowering any potential feelings of lingering confusion and discomfort.

Xisuma’s expression was blank as the large screen buzzed to life in front of them. However, BDubs’ watched as he seemed to come back to himself just as the static on the screen cleared and the assembled hermits gasped in disbelief and horror.

‘Well,’ thought BDubs to himself, dread rising like a wave about to swallow him whole. ‘Now we know where Etho went.’ For there on the screen, looking the worst BDubs had ever seen him, was a restrained Etho beside a seemingly gleeful EvilXisuma.

#ethoslab #etho #nho #bdouble0 #docm77 #vintagebeef #bdubs #beef #doc #hc fanfiction #hc fanfic #xisuma #evil xisuma #the hermits #hermitcraft

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smileymoth · 2 years

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1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5. The final part of my double life writings :)

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Scar stood above the burnt ground of the sanctuary, the light wind messing with his hair. He looked around trying to spot where all of the Jellies had travelled after their home was destroyed. The red velvet keep was gone, the panda reserve was burnt. His lives were gone. Everything was gone. The gravity felt so fragile after death, as if you were floating above the world, vision foggy yet somehow so crystal clear it scared him. It didn’t help that his body felt detached from his soul. He had stayed at the secret hideout for the past couple of days, he had been afraid of looking at the destruction fire had brought to their keep in the last days of the chaos.

He had briefly spoken to Pearl and Bdubs in the meantime, as well as apologized to Tango and Jimmy who laughed it off instantly and gave him a big warm hug. He cleaned up the torn bamboo, throwing it all into a pile where the sanctuary used to stand, alerting the Jellies to walk toward Scar. He heard laughter from a distance, Joel and Etho, Bdubs and Impulse laughing as they chased each other down the steep edges of the ravine, being picked up by fishing rods when they fell.

Oh the calmness, the forgiveness of floating in the afterlife with your friends and partners, with no way to hurt yourself other than the emotional damage and ache living deep in one's bones. All until the next challenge between life and death strikes. Scar felt lost, he wished he wouldn’t feel betrayed, but he did. Grian had ditched him, whether by accident or not. He couldn’t find him, nor feel his presence tied to him any longer. Laying down on the soft grass, he pushed his hat on his face to avoid the burning Sun. A few Jellie’s stomped there and curled up against him, their soft fur brushing against him -- at least someone was there for him. Closing his eyes, his mind drifted away while the soft sounds of nature soothed him. Maybe being alone wasn’t so bad.

It was a while until he felt another identity join his space. He thought it would be another of the Jellies, but when he pushed his hat from his eyes to peek, he saw Grian. He stood in silence, a bouquet of alliums and poppies in his hand, blocking the Sun from Scar. He looked worried, a bit timid and embarrassed to face Scar again.

“Hello Grian.” Scar greeted him, pushing the hat back to cover his face, eyes closed once again.

“I wanted to apologize.” his voice was shaking, eyes tracing his ex-soulmate and the pandas guarding him. “I’m sorry. It just… wasn’t meant to be.”

“You left me. I couldn’t find you anywhere…” his voice was apologetic, as if he had done something wrong. “I was trying to find you and then it was over. And then I… I couldn’t find you even then.”

“I know. It just happened, you know?”

“Oh I know full well, Grian.” as much as he tried to hide it, he couldn’t help but sound bitter.

Grian sat down next to Scar and the Jellies in the grass. He looked at the flowers in his hand, pulling off a dried up petal from a poppy, “Look, I, I was wondering if we could still… be friends? I know I haven’t been the best soulmate and partner and, anyone, really. I’ve been awful to you. I brought you these flowers,” he raised the bouquet toward him, “as an apology. I... I had to bargain with Cleo for these, she was the only one who had alliums, I know you like them.”

Scar sat up and leaned against one of the Jellies sleeping behind him at that moment, “Of course we can be friends, we will always be friends.” he took the bouquet, their hands brushing together for a faint moment. “Where were you?” he turned to Grian who was nervously rubbing his hands together. “I haven’t seen you in days.”

After a moment of hesitation, Grian confessed to having been at The Box. He did feel guilty for abandoning Scar like that, but he wanted to apologize and make up for the hurt he had put BigB through. The wound between him and Scar was already rotten, it wouldn’t heal for some time. “I don’t have excuses for disappearing like that, I hope you can forgive me.” was all he could really say.

Scar nodded along, stroking the flower petals as one of the Jellie’s poked her face into Scar’s hands, sniffing the alliums before sneezing. Scar laughed and scratched the underneath of her chin, to which the Jellie purred, “Isn’t she just adorable?” Jellie’s fur felt so light and silky to touch now, even more-so than before.

“She is, yeah. Uh, Scar, I don’t know if you heard, but Bdubs and Impulse and throwing a pool party. Are you coming?”

“A pool party?” he raised an eyebrow, thinking to himself.

Grian rubbed the back of his head, aware of what Scar was hinting at with his question, “He promised us that no zombies would be present, Ren also gave his word.” he shot an awkward smile at him, “and Impulse said the copper has fully oxydized so, maybe it’s good luck this time.”

“Oh that’s amazing. I better get ready then!” he felt a spark of joy in his heart for the first time in a while.

Grian’s eyes shifted to the ground in shame, “I should also get going. I think. I promised I would be back soon.”

“Of course.” Scar nodded, eyes tracing Grian’s movements as he stumbled to his feet and started to walk away. “Grian, wait.” he managed, before the fogginess of the world covered his silhouette in the distance.

“Yes, Scar?” he looked over his shoulder, stopping in his tracks.

“I hope you and BigB are happy together.” he smiled, “See you at the party, Grian.”

#goodtimeswithscar #grian #mcyt #double life smp #scarian #still dont know if it applies. but i will use it because everyone knows the desert boys enjoyers are out for agony #smileymothwrites

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Sleep

Songfic based off “Sleep” by My Chemical Romance

(tw: suffocation, passing out)

They’re, they’re these terrors

And it feels as if someone was gripping my-

They’re, they’re not like tremors; they’re worse than tremors

They’re these ter-

Doc combed through the footage. There had to have been something there, anything. There was a reason for everything, across every world. Cause and effect. He knew correlation didn’t imply causation, but… there had to be something. He couldn’t've just…

Doc sighed. He rewinded the video again, staring at the screen as he had for the past… How long has it been? Doc didn’t care. He scoured the footage, analyzing every pixel until his biological eye went numb. He didn’t care at what cost it came to him. There had be a sign, a message, a hint at what was to come.

A voice nagged at the back of his head, telling him he need to rest. Don’t overwork yourself. Take a break. Go get something to eat. He would’ve wanted you to rest.

Doc shook his head, erasing the thoughts from his head. There was no telling what he would have wanted. He was gone, and Doc was determined to get him back.

-~-

Another block of blackstone here, slab, block, redstone block… Wait, no; the redstone block goes over there. Or maybe… Beef rubbed his eyes, yawning as he picked up the offending block. It was getting late, the moon was nearly peaked, but he had to keep building. He just wanted to finish one more building in Three Fox Hole, then he would rest. Ah, that’s where the redstone block goes! And then the glass, and the other color of glass, and the other other color…

Block after block was placed. Not much thought went into the details, but he’d do those later. He was always better at detailing the buildings in the morning. “Oh wait, Keralis is coming over tomorrow. Oh well; I guess I’ll finish them in the afternoon.”

Beef was always glad to see his friends. He was hesitant about reaching out, about coming back, but Etho convinced him in the end. It was strange, Etho reassuring him when he refused to return to the server himself. Oh, Beef missed him. That was Etho’s choice, though, and Beef couldn’t and wouldn’t force anything upon him. With or without his old buddy, Beef was glad to be back on Hermitcraft. Especially after…

Beef kept building. Blackstone block, block, stair, polished block, glass, polished slab. The city was coming along nicely. Planning out the roads and buildings, filling them all in, and detailing them was all quite relaxing. It was the perfect way to start a new season. Beef stepped back from the building after placing the final slab. He was proud of himself.

He wouldn’t be proud.

“Yes he would,” he responded to his thoughts aloud. “Of course he would. I’m creating and detailing buildings. He loved that. He’d be proud.”

They’re facades, fronts, empty shells.

“I’ll fill them in eventually.”

Fill yourself in first.

Beef squeezed his eyes shut with a sigh. Knowing he wouldn’t win to his thoughts tonight, he kept building.

Rest.

There were always other buildings to work on.

Rest.

Details needed to be added.

Rest.

Mobs that could bring this city to life.

Rest.

Beef began work on yet another building. He could’ve sworn he heard whispers from behind him, but wrote it off as phantoms, or his insomnia getting to him. “Alright.” He walked away from the build, having run out of blackstone. “I need to get some more- Oomph!” He had run into a street lamp as he turned around. As he looked up, he realized it wasn’t a light on the street, nor a creature of the night come to attack him.

“No, no, no.” Eyes wide as the moon, he stumbled away from the figure. “I- I can’t deal with this again! You’re not real! You can’t be! I- I can’t do this again.” He backed into a wall, sliding onto the ground. Tears welled in Beef’s eyes as he gazed upon the figure.

Green wrapped around its entire frame, weaving around its torso and limbs. Its face was mostly free of the vines, bar its straggly hair. Its eyes were darker than the void, oozing jet black tears. Beef’s eyes were locked with the figure’s, fear flooding every ounce of his being. When he was finally able to pull away from the unmoving, unblinking voids, his gaze landed on the being’s shirt. His breathing and pulse accelerated as he read the letters: NHO. He timidly brought his eyes back back up. “B- Bdu-”

Don’t you breathe for me

Undeserving of your sympathy

The air was pulled out of Beef’s lungs, leaving him gasping. He clawed at his throat, eyes somehow widening more. He choked, breathing without air to breathe. How is he- Why is he- Beef couldn’t think straight. How could he, unable to breathe because the ghost of his friend yanked the air out of his lungs?

‘Cause there ain’t no way that I’m sorry for what I did

Tears were spilling from Beef’s eyes; out of fear or sadness, he didn’t know.

And through it all, how could you cry for me?

‘Cause I don’t feel bad about it

Beef wanted to scream. He wanted to tell the phantom all his thoughts. He wanted to tell him how he still cared, how he remembered him, how he’d never let go of him or the memories they shared.

So shut your eyes

No, no! Beef felt the unconsciousness pulling at his eyelids, dragging him down. Beef didn’t want to let go! He couldn’t let go! He could never let go!

And sleep

Just sleep

The voice reverberated through his brain, overwhelming any thoughts Beef had. It surrounded and enveloped him, echoing through the emptiness inside. He was hollow. He had been, ever since that day. The tears stopped flowing as darkness crept towards him. Eyes flickering, Beef relaxed. The voice echoed one final cry, more to itself than anything else.

The hardest part

Is letting go of your dreams

He’d just rest a bit. Just for a minute. Just for…

-~-

They’re, they’re these terrors

And it feels as if someone was gripping my throat, and squeezing

They’re, they’re not like tremors; they’re worse than tremors

They’re these terrors

Rewinding the footage again, Doc sighs. He’s getting nowhere with this, but he has to keep going. He would have wanted him to keep going, keep searching for an explanation. He goes over the clip again, subconsciously mouthing the words. He’s heard this so many times, seen this so many times, too many times… He jolts up with a start, his eyes sleepy but wide. He has to stay awake. He has to know what happened. Just a few more minutes.

His stomach growls, like a hoglin that hasn’t been fed in days. When was the last time he ate? That didn’t matter. All that mattered to Doc is answers. Rest and food are for the weak anyways. When was the last time anyone had seen a creeper eat?

Vwoosh

It was a near silent noise, but Doc caught it. He whipped around, sword in hand, ready to face the enderman who dared to interrupt his work. But he didn’t see an enderman. Far from it; he saw a figure leaning again a cluttered table in the corner of the room. A wine glass was held in its hand, and for a moment Doc suspected it to be Joe, bringing him a glass from the winery next door. However, the glass was empty.

A drink

For the horror that I’m in

Doc took a moment to look the creature over. Its skin was like his own, rough and plant-like. Was that actually its skin, or a thick layer of foliage covering it? Its eyes and head were hidden in the shadows, except for its half-open mouth lined with teeth sharp as blades. What the heck is this thing?

For the good guys and the bad guys

For the monsters that I’ve been

Three cheers for tyranny

It hoisted up its glass, acting as if a toast were to be given. Instead, it tossed the glass in the air. Doc was frozen in place out of fear or exhaustion; it was difficult to tell which. He only moved to flinch when the glass shattered on the ground. It sounded as if a million glasses had broken, not just the one. The figure did not react.

‘Cause there ain’t no way that I’m coming back again

The words burned themselves in Doc’s mind. He knew instantly what- who the creature was. Or rather, what the creature used to be. He shook it off, dismissed it as his mind playing tricks on him. It liked to do that on late nights like these. Before he could turn around to get back to his work, the figure grabbed him by the shoulder. The two were face to face now, mere inches apart. Its dark, empty eyes stared straight into Doc’s soul. The teeth were far more menacing now, softly clinking with every word spoken. Doc didn’t want to admit it, to himself or the beast, but he was terrified. The voice cried:

And through it all, how could you cry for me?

‘Cause I don’t feel bad about it

It took its hands off Doc’s shoulders, pushing him back against the desk.

So shut your eyes

Kiss me goodbye

And sleep

Just sleep

Doc whipped back around, forcing his eyes back upon his work. One of the monitors was cracked, but he didn’t care. He cared about nothing but the tapes. He blinked hard, pushing back any tears that threatened to spill. He ignored the creature’s- the ghost’s cries behind him.

The hardest part’s

The awful things that I’ve seen

He ignored it all, pinning his eyes to the screens. He was so close; he could feel it. Just another couple of minutes and he’d have it. He’d know why Bdubs died.

Sometimes, I see flames

And sometimes I see people that I love dying

It’s always-

Just sleep

The creature whispered. He ignored it.

Just sleep

It called to him, like a siren out at sea. He ignored it.

JUST SLEEP!

It screamed. Doc whipped around to see the figure levitating off the ground. Wind from nowhere spun around it, papers and small objects being pulled into the gusts. The being’s eyes shone black, somehow emitting light while being dark as black holes.

Doc couldn’t take his eyes off the figure, and couldn’t deny its appearance any longer: it looked like- no, it was Bdubs. Doc saw the bandana, ripped and stained a blood-like green, flapping in the wind. Its hair was swooped in the front, blown up off its face. The logo on its shirt was unmistakable, even through the vines that spread across its chest. It screamed again and again for Doc to sleep.

Eventually, its voice went hoarse. As the cries faded into echos, the wind slowed. Doc was swaying on his feet as it stopped, collapsing onto the ground. His eyes flickered, but no! He had to hold out. He had to stay awake.

The figure- Bdubs’ feet gracefully touched the ground. Bdubs made his way over to the nearly unconscious Doc. Doc wanted to reach out to him, say something, anything. But he couldn’t. He… he needed to rest. He needed some sleep.

The tapes were playing quietly as Doc drifted off.

And I can’t… I cant ever wake up.

#twelves writings #ask to tag #docm77 #bdubs #vintagebeef #ethoslab (mentioned)#joehills (mentioned)#new hermit order #nho angst

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