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tyxaar · 3 months
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Doc: What can I do to make this already optimised-to-hell task marginally more efficient?
Zedaph: What can I do to make this trivial task wildly inefficient for my own amusement?
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tyxaar-fics · 2 months
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Hello it is I, I am writing vaguely uncanny Convex fanfic again! :P
Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP Rating: Teen No Archive Warnings Apply Other Warnings: Body horror, Disassociation, Identity issues Something I wrote about what it feels like to join the Vex and the Convex's transformation.
To Sacrifice One's Humanity It’s always the things that aren’t said that are the most dangerous. For instance, Scar was never told just what the process of joining a sinister order of otherworldly trickster Fae involved. He supposed it was the Vex’s own little revenge for Cub and him scammi- getting a good deal out of them.
Okay maybe Scar was starting to reconsider the Pact, but he always tried to look on the bright side! After all, regrets and sulking were useless in a situation like this, the change was irreversible and they both went into it knowing that. But, regardless of how certain they were beforehand, nothing could quite prepare him for the uncanny experience itself.
The deathlike pull of having one’s soul ripped out as payment, the rest of him ready to be hollowed out and made into an inhuman vessel for foreign magic. It was…? He sifted through words in his head a few times before settling on one. It was intense . To call the process painful would be misleading. ‘Pain’ was too physical of a sensation, too mortal. This was something deeper and far more spiritual, it was the cold burning of the mind and body transforming into something else, rending itself apart from the inside to prepare the shell for its new purpose. It was the creation of a postmortal and the presence of something new, something eager that now tugged at his mind and wasn’t stopping. It filled in the gaps left by his absent heart and it wove itself into him, shifting, changing.
The part that bugged Scar the most about this whole ordeal though, was he still felt like himself . Despite everything, lying collapsed on the planning room bed as his body twisted itself into a new form and every part of him was taken and destroyed, he was still Scar… At least, he certainly thought and felt and considered himself that. He logically knew he didn’t have a soul anymore, it was taken as sacrifice, so he should feel different somehow, right?… But no, no it was still good old Scar thinking these thoughts. The same person he was before… 
Maybe.
Putting aside existential questions of identity, as were topics to consider after this was over, Scar forced his aching body to turn over briefly to check on Cub. Collapsed on the couch on the other side of their makeshift headquarters, he looked just as dishevelled. However there was a… strangely comforting feeling about Cub, cool and safe and familiar. It made a faint smile spread across his tired face. A weird blue mist surrounded Scar’s vision now, and he could feel something tug while hazily staring in half-consciousness at his friend… a dancing, captivating energy. Was it magic? Probably to be honest. It felt good. How long had they both been like this? Days? Weeks? Would the other Hermits try to look soon?
It whispered at him, that incessant force. It had been for a while now, but as Scar rolled back over in delirious exhaustion, it took hold. It wanted him to rest and this time, and so he gave in and fell back. A nap would do him good…
Dreams of laughter in the darkness, echoing through his skull. Wandering aimlessly. Hungry, hunting, patrolling the open air in search of a victim.
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Cub considered himself lucky to have slept through the first stages of the transformation. A waking mind would probably make the process more complicated, and he did not want to deal with the physical world whilst the most torturous part was underway. The dreams were bad enough already.
However, that phase was coming to an end, and upon stirring back into consciousness, the first thing he noticed before even opening his eyes was that something was gone from the room. It took him a moment to connect that missing presence to Scar, and he absentmindedly hoped his friend hadn’t gotten into too much trouble…
Cub slowly cracked open his eyes to check the bed, and yep, Scar was gone. The twisting haze over his vision had also started growing more vibrant. It wasn’t necessarily obstructive , just unfamiliar. It’d take some getting used to he supposed… In the meantime, Cub started taking stock of his other senses. A sweet taste in his mouth, as well as something weird and hard, a similarly sugary smell, a gentle storm of whispers in the mind, and itchy skin, like something trying to get out.
His head spun as Cub forced himself to stand up and stagger to the bathroom just off the main room, trying to avoid the loose paper and miscellaneous objects from their studies scattered around. He needed to deal with whatever was in his mouth, as well as maybe take a shower. Cub wasn’t meaning to look in the mirror, avoid it until the process was complete… but, once he caught a glimpse of what was on the other side, it was inevitable.
The creature was staring blankly at him in awestruck silence. It leaned forward on diamond-hard claws that cracked the sink’s ceramic in their trembling grip.
It had no eyes. In their place there were just soulless glowing pits of white light spilling out into the dark bathroom, illuminating it in a sinister glow. Its skin was peeling off in sheets to reveal an eerie grey-blue underneath, framed by hair that bled out colour to reveal an icy white. The teeth were…. Cub now knew what that sweet taste and weird feeling in his mouth was when he spat a handful of human teeth out into the sink, coated in glistening blue blood let out by the new deadly fangs growing in. They were sharp and strong, designed for ripping through flesh. He raised a hand to his face, gently running claws through his hair as the creature in the mirror moved in sync with him. 
No, no, it didn’t. He needed to stop dissociating, he knew what the Faerie in the mirror was, who it was, what he was. 
This was what Cub had become. Here he stood as one of the Vex, a freshly prepared vessel to host their magic. 
His face twisted into a sharp smile, and let a resonant chuckle echo through the dark room, newfound energy sparking on his voice. The onset of power was giddy, a sugar rush of laughter and voices and whisperings of chaos. They told him what he could become now, they promised to teach him their secrets for service and loyalty.
This is what Scar and him wanted, what they sacrificed themselves for, this form and its magic was their reward. 
Cub felt unstoppable.
(Or at least he would after having that shower and maybe another nap.)
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convexheadcanons · 17 days
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Hello hello Tyx here with another exclusive doodle! :D
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Wheras players have a proper soul, Allays don't, so they're easily turned into lesser vex, which are made when an allay is eaten. Contrary to popular belief, they are their own type of fae and aren't actually relatives of the Vex, but just popular victims. Also very tasty.
They’re often kept live to serve at parties as a delicacy, be used for hunting games, or just bred as slaves before inevitably being eaten and corrupted. Most players are kinda disgusted finding out how the Vex treat these helpful lil guys.
Technically because of how they’re both created, player vex and mob vex are the same creatures, just with different hosts. This confuses people greatly, with vex often having to explain that they're not some sort of hybrid with those lil annoying guys, they aren't a species, they're a class of Faerie. Anyone can become one of the Vex if you just give us your soul!
Imagine it like this.
Vex magic + Allay = mob vex
Vex magic + Player = Player vex
Experiments with turning other beings into kinds of Vex are ongoing, but so far nothing besides Allays have enough magic and compatibility to endure a full transformation.
Lol hope you two enjoyed the ramble! This all started from “what if vexes eat Allays?” And kinda devolved into fae taxomony.
OOOO OKAY (TYXAAR ART TYXAAR ART TYXAAR ART)
But I LOVE this idea, magic servants for magical creatures make sense right - witches have their familiars and it's only fair that vexes have their servants, even if it is a little bit unethical... Okay maybe a lot unethical!
Honestly what do they expect....
The players are disgusted but have they ever tasted an Allay? Have they tasted the absolutely amazing delicacy that is the allay, they couldn't say anything, but unfortunately to players who still have their souls allays would taste horrible - after all things with souls feel empathy, that's why it tastes so bad because the only way to eat the little guy is raw! Just ask Cub and Scar, they have tried to get players to eat them but apparently they taste like raw and undercooked meat filled with gristle and the movement of wings just them off completely. Convex just thinks everyone else is insane for not enjoying it.
It gets so annoying when they are compared to Allays too! Don't they know that they have distinct features ; and it's so rude when they compare them to the common and average vex. (It's not their fault if more... Destructive pranks get set up around, they should learn their facts about magic and its user!) There are clear differences, their wings are a lot bigger to cater for a bigger body mass, their skin is a slightly lighter pigment from the amount of concentrated magic in their chest ; and come on, can't they see that their fangs are shorter and a bit more dull! Gosh... It's not like they go around getting Grian's wing biology wrong, or get Bdubs' sun magic wrong...
Maybe the hermits just need to learn a bit better, give them a little more credit they are prideful afterall and they don't take well to people disrespecting them.
THEY HAVE ABSOLUTELY CONTRIBUTED TO TRYING TO TURN THINGS INTO VEXES, especially Cub he enjoys playing with genetics and seeing what he can do, he tried with False at one point but he is never ever trying with the best PVPER ever again, he may be good but he isn't FALSE
GRRR WE ARE SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG SCHOOL HAS BEEN A LITTLE RAT ☹️
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tyxaar · 4 months
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Imagine just how baffling it must be for any Hermits who don't keep up with the Life series if one day they just see Bdubs calling Etho dad and people referencing him and Cleo's divorce like it's nothing. Like the whole Clocker family bit is so funny partially because it just hasn't stopped. It's a thing they reference now, Etho's an absent father, Bdubs canonically has daddy issues, Cleo got the kids in the divorce, but Scar's not-so-secretly her favourite. That's how it is now lol.
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tyxaar · 3 months
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A compiled list of various severe crimes committed by one Mr Scar of the Good Times, exact counts pending. Cannibalism (Multiple counts) War profiteering Trading of Souls Grave robbing Fraud of multiple varieties Racketeering Arson (Like a lot of it) Unethical experimentation Acts of Terror Spiritual possession Contract killing Sale of human remains Ritual sacrifice Oathbreaking Violation of the real life Geneva Convention Deceptive marketing Kidnapping Desecration of a sacred place Whatever tf Area 77 had going on Insider trading Extortion Patricide Matricide Unsafe building practices Holy war Desecration of corpses Market manipulation Treason Tax evasion Murder (Lots and lots) Large-scale extreme vandalism Mass enviromental destruction Political corruption Identity fraud
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tyxaar · 1 month
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I found this gold comment on Scar's most recent video and just... This man just cannot stop it with the cannibalism, it started with the Convex eating the NHO and now it's just a Thing.
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tyxaar · 5 months
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You know, a phenomenon in fandom I rarely see talked about is how often fandoms just sorta adopt bands, Usually indie stuff. Tally Hall and TMA, MCYT(particularly Life SMP) and The Crane Wives, Lemon Demon and uh… a lot of fandoms, and a bunch more I don’t know. It must be really quite amusing from the artist’s perspective. Like imagine you’re just making music one day then find out that a good chunk of your audience likes watching block people on youtube go through elaborate unscripted death game drama.
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tyxaar · 2 months
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Today I learnt that Ren tried summoning demons in boarding school and after getting caught was interrogated by the Vicar on what dark forces his MTG cards invoked.
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tyxaar · 28 days
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Grian's tiny pile of copper compared to Scar's monolith in the background is just.... kinda sad. Also sir, G-man, you do remember what happened the last time you tried to one-up Scar's ore pillar????
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tyxaar · 2 months
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Scar and Cleo: Talking about how Scar would make a great cult leader and probably make a rule that nobody wears pants.
Etho: *Visibly uncomfortable.*
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tyxaar · 3 months
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Okay I do not believe this’ll ever happen, it’s just not his playstyle, but Doc in the life series would be SO funny, he’d be such a wet cat (wet goat?) Like in contrast between the man who turns Hermitcraft into his toybox, you can see that when he’s out of his element he’s kinda powerless. (early S8 comes to mind.) Like he might take a role as THE trap guy, but I can assure you that in a short-term world with limited resources he’d be amongst the least threatening players lol.
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tyxaar · 1 month
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One of the season 10 stories that has just been hilarious to watch from the sidelines is Wels' and Hypno's constant neighbourly feuding. It's like two sitcom families next to one another it's great.
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tyxaar · 3 months
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At this point I’m genuinely interested in knowing where the term Tango of the Tek variety comes from. Like is it just something that has a nice ring that spread around, is it based of something he said, or is it from somewhere else? I dunno lol.
That being said it’d be really funny if we just started applying that naming scheme to other hermits/lifers even if it only really works with the 2/1 syllable structure lmao. Like imagine.
Cleo of the Zombie variety.
Mumbo of the Jumbo variety.
Joe of the Hills variety.
Skizzle of the Man variety.
GoodTimes of the Scar variety.
SmallBeans of the Joel variety.
Smajor of the Scott variety.
Etho of the Slab variety.
Etc.
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tyxaar · 2 months
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MC splash text channeling Hermitcraft today.
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tyxaar · 4 months
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I love how the Bad Boys are two explosive-happy war criminals known for starting conflicts and wanted for their crimes in multiple dimensions.
And then there’s Jim- Timmy.
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tyxaar · 3 months
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Tbh I love how everyone knows Scar is a conniving scam artist and will con them out of the clothes on their back (literally) but still do deals with him because he’s so good at it.
Scar was literally held at crossbow-point and threatened with a permadeath loop in Last Life yet managed to leave for a casual detour in the middle of it then get his assailants to agree to a very strict alliance pact. He managed to control the conversation in a way that even though be had zero bargaining power, his charisma and refusal to be intimidated meant that Joel and Grian subconsciously underestimated their leverage and bowed to Scar’s demands. This man is one hell of a con artist. The only point in the series I can think of where he gets swindled is Grian running away with a life, although that was mostly due to not really getting the mechanics at that point.
The alliance didn’t last, but getting them to agree to the deal in the first place is one hell of an achievement.
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