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lunar-writes-things · 1 year

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My Knight in Shining Armor

Pairing: Rendog x Reader

Summary: In which your oath is broken but not by your own measures

Genre: Romance, fluff

Extra notes: Kinda sad in the beginning,

Content warnings (If any): Y/n thinking scars are ugly (THEYRE NOT BTW)

WC: 2.4k

You were born to be a guard to a Royal.

Your Mother and Father were Guards and they needed someone to continue the bloodline. Guarding the monarch is not an easy job, you knew that. Vigorous training prepared you for any and all situations.

The ruler was more important than your life

That was the thing you were told for most of your life.

But no one told you how exhausting it would be. You're entire life dedicated to one person, to someone who doesn't even treat you as a human. It hurt but it was your reality. Your kingdom wasn't very nice either. The king who you grew up around was easily exiled right before war and was replaced with an incompetent lover of the essential god.

This ruler was not kind. Using his men as shields. However, you were his personal guard and you took most of the hits for the king. From the short time that he took over, Your three scars turned to hundreds from blocking the attacks on his life and the non-existent poison tolerance that you had soon became a hefty skill that was needed to protect the king.

Many nights you cried to sleep or were sick with a raging fever that had to be ignored in favor of protecting your current royal leader.

Many nights you wished you had never been born for this life.

No one told you how empty you would feel after leaving.

You left for another realm when you were on your last life, somewhere calm and nice. Somewhere to relieve you of all stress and somewhere that will allow your true passion to shine through.

Hermitcraft

The server was not small by any means but when you stepped through the portal still in your Armor, you expected the scars underneath to vanish.

They didn't

You would have to live with this marking of evil for the rest of your life.

Sighing you sucked up your emotions and made sure your helm was on tight and had no chance of ever getting off. The People greeted you with warm smiles so you greeted them the best way you knew how by dropping to a knee, putting your fisted left hand over your heart, and bowing your head.

"A pleasure to be here," You said and looked up "Thank you for having me."

"Thank you for joining us," A man in front of you said, he was dressed in a red shirt, suspenders, and jeans with what seemed to be wolf ears and a tail "We can't wait to see what you cook up this season."

You gave him a smile they couldn't see and said "I hope its up to your expectations."

With that the group split up and for the first time in all of your life... You were alone.

No one to follow, no one to protect, it felt...

empty

You appreciated the peace but in the back of your mind, something ached for you to protect. Something told you be wary of everything and everyone when you knew you had no reason to. Still, after punching down a tree the first thing you made was a makeshift wooden sword. An ode to something that was born to be killed.

You weren't far into the season making friends and cracking jokes and never taking off your helm when Ren himself had decided he would be king. Hearing the declaration you dropped to a kneel, right leg at a 90 degree angle and right arm resting upon it.

The others were either confused or just kinda agreed. Thus ended the meeting and most people left.

Most

You, Bdubs and Ren stayed in the room. You never moved from your position, staying as still as a statue. You would until the king dismissed you.

“Y/n?” Ren asked

“Yes, my king?” You replied softly

“Look at me,” He said curiously and watched in surprise as your head snapped up “Stand?”

You stood so quickly it made you dizzy

“Why do you do that?” Ren asked

“I am a knight, it is my duty to protect the king. Shall there be a monarch around, I shall play into the role I was born to do.” You replied, voice never wavering despite the tears welling up in your eyes. You never wanted to be in this position again yet here you were

“At ease,” Bdubs said but you did nothing

“At ease?” Ren sounded unsure but you relaxed and he sighed “Feel free to speak freely. What was that about?”

“Old habits die hard,” You shrugged

"By the way," Bdubs piped up "What do you mean 'play into the role I was born to do?' That was... interesting. Does it have to do with the armor you're always wearing and why we cant see your face under your helmet?"

"Yes," You said "That's a long story however, and I'm not quite sure how long we have."

"Right now we have all the time in the world." Ren said with a playful smile "and Dogs are very good listeners."

"Okay..." You started slowly "Might wanna have a seat though, Your legs may get tired."

When they sat, Ren in his throne and Bdubs in the chair beside and you on the floor, You began your story. A tale of a baby born to be a guard, a tale of human sacrifice that never died, a tale of a person in complete and utter misery and a tale of someone who is healing and practicing healthy boundaries.

"Y/n..." Ren whispered and knelt before them "You don't have to do this."

"I know, but It feels nice having a purpose again." Y/n admitted "Although i do hate myself for knowing I may have to sacrifice so many lives for you."

"You will never have to sacrifice yourself for me," Ren grabbed your hands and looked at you earnestly "You are a person and you deserve to be treated as such."

Your heart skipped a beat and suddenly you were glad no one could see your face as you were blushing a bright pink and you felt your helm get ten times warmer. "I- I thank you My king," You whispered "I deeply appreciate your words and I pledge to stay by your side no matter what will happen and shall I fail you may take my head."

for it would be easier if you take my head rather than my heart

Y/n was Ren's guard almost immediately and thus began their good deeds around the server.

As Y/n followed Ren around with a watchful eye and previous paranoia creeping up but as you spent more time with him... you couldn't help but start to feel... Something. An unfamiliar emotion you've never encountered before in your life but when you asked Pearl and Gem about it, they giggled and said that you were in love.

This had you blushing hard beneath your helm. You had seen love, Every so often when you were allowed to have a free day, you visited the city within the castle walls. There you saw all kinds of love. It was eye opening and had you yearning to leave the kingdom you were born to protect but you never thought you would fall for the person you were serving.

Ren on the other hand knew exactly what this emotion was, because he was experiencing it with you. It was impossible to leave your watchful eye but he didn't even think he wanted to. Being around you was so... invigorating yet so calming. It made his tail wag at speeds he didn't know of.

He was so enamored by your presence and your fierce personality. Despite it being a little off-putting at first, Ren began to fall in love with your loyalty, the fact that when he was around he knew he would be safe no matter what but he soon fell for your kindness.

You were always helping someone. When Grian was spooked out of his mind, you calmed him down and let him rest on your shoulders while you walked and talked about everything and everything that you knew about being a knight. When Xisuma was having a hard time with his base you helped him and gave suggestions and even helped him build. Now, You were helping Jellie out of a tree because she was spooked by some thunder and now you were soaking wet while he and Bdubs stood dry under the umbrella that you made.

When you finally got Jelly down, You protected the cat all the way to Scarland and even build a small shelter for the kitten in the pouring rain. When you rejoined Ren, you still stood under the rain, letting him and Bdubs have the umbrella so he insisted to head back to the crastle.

"I think that will be all for today Y/n." Ren said as you entered the crastle "Please take a break and a shower. I don't need my faithful guard getting sick."

"Of course My king," You said and made your way into the Crastle and into the room that was designated to be yours

Ren sighed as he watched you leave, tail and ears drooping."

"You are down bad," Bdubs said once you were out of ear shot and Ren's ears perked up as he flushed a bright red

"Yeah- I am." He said "But I don't think Y/n would ever go for someone like me. Didn't they say that it could get them intruble if they fell for the king they served?"

"That was in their old realm," Bdubs pointed out "This is their new realm and you're king. If you really wanted you could change that for them."

"You're right..." Ren said, his tail beginning to was ferociously "I'll go tell them right now!"

You had sighed in relief when you took the warm shower. The rain chilled you to your bones and even through most of your armor deflected the rain it still seeped through the gaps of where you have to move your joints.

Now within the safety of your room, all your armor was off including your helm. It felt wonderful to not be in that enclosed space but there was still a wary part of you that felt the need to keep it close but you figured you didn't need it as you were half naked after getting out of your shower thinking no one would burst in.

You thought wrong

Ren burst in spouting some new decree that slowly sputtered out when he noticed you, half dressed and armor off. When Ren walks in on them changing, he falls in love all over again. Their flushed face is a sight to behold with eyes glittering like the gems below the earth's crust and a mouth so plush he has to physically restrain himself from kissing them.

"My king?" they ask, shaking from nervousness and the fact that they felt (and was basically) naked in front of the king

Their crush.

"Y/n?" He asked softly and watched as Panic flooded through you

"Don't look at me!" You exclaimed and used your hand to try and hide your face, try to hide all the scars that had marred you and made you unattractive

"Y/n... Your face..." He said softly and stepped forward "You're absolutely gorgeous."

"Wait- What?" Y/n asked and Ren grabbed your arm and brought it down so he could see your face "What do you mean. I'm hideous. These scars of evil remind me everyday why I wear my helm. Why I stopped protecting kings that didn't treat people correctly. Scars that remind me that I should be dead."

"Those scars are proof of your victories." Ren spoke up and cupped your face, thumb tracing some of the smaller scars on your cheek "They are proof that You should be alive because if you were really meant to be dead then you would be gone already. You are not hideous, In fact I think you're more beautiful this way."

A chill went down your spine as he called you beautiful and traced the scars. You closed your eyes and slowly leaned into his touch, cautious in case he ever decided he was joking.

"Are you sure?" You asked softly "Many of the men in my old kingdom shamed me for my scars. Calling me hideous, a monster, and some other cruel words. After a few times I just never took off my armor in front of other people again."

"They are liars," Ren said softly and leaned forward to press his forehead against yours "And they were just intimidated by your beauty. They did not see your kindness, your loyalty, your humor, and all the things that make you shine brighter than any diamond."

You were rendered speechless and before you could stop yourself the words tumbled from your lips

"I love you so much Ren." The words were said in such a rush eve you could barely catch them but you said them and you slapped your hands over your mouth and turned a beautiful cherry red but ren?

Ren looked so relieved to hear those words

"I Love you too Y/n," He said "May I kiss you?"

"Yes," You sighed

Ren was slow with his kiss, Pressing his lips to yours slowly as if to not scare you. He pulled away after a second and he twitched, as if he was restraining himself. His tail was wagging behind him wildly and he pulled you in for another kiss, this one with more passion and it took your breath away.

"Be mine Y/n," He whispered, his voice breathy when he pulled away "I may not be king forever but I will do everythin in my power to make sre you are always treated like royalty."

"Even if you are not king, I will protect you with my life." You replied "For you will always be my king."

Ren grinned and pressed kisses all over your face.

"Thank you." He whispered against your skin

#hermitcraft smp #hermitcraft #hermitcraft x reader #hermitcraft rendog #rendog #rentheking #renthedog #ren x reader #rendog x reader #luna has written #king x knight

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10piecechickenmcnugget · 8 months

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Yippie!! (sage what have you done I can't stop saying that now /lh)

Okay here's some food for when you get back!

The AU is very space centric, and I've added a bit of pirate stuff because it's fun :D

As far as I'm thinking, each server is a different ship! There are exceptions, but that's the general thought process so far! (the dsmp is so far the only one I'm not sure about).

Right now I'm Thinking about the backstory of Helscrafts + how the Watchers tie into things and I created the funniest fucking found family ever.

So the set up for this found family is as follows: Grian and Etho are both in their twenty's, and have been forcefully part of this cult (the Watchers) for over a decade now. They're content with staying hidden and trying to break out later, as they have nothing besides each other to lose.

Enter 8-year-old Helsknight, and 11-year-old Exion.

Now with the addition of literal children, Etho and Grian have much more to lose, and can't risk trying to break out. Therefore, Grian turns to looking for an outside rescue.

He eventually contacts someone who tells him to wait, and all four of them will have freedom. Grian doesn't actually believe it, but he'll humor the sender. What's the harm?

Of course, it turns out the sender was genuine, and on top of that, is motherfucking Herobrine. The most known pirate in the Starswept Galaxy. Grian isn't quite sure how he contacted Herobrine, but hey. Now he, Etho, Hels, and Ex can get out.

Hero was originally planning to get the kids out, and then drop them off and let Etho and Grian get to their own homes. He then learns that Etho didn't have a family, Grian was actually glad to be kidnapped because his family sucked, Hels is straight up an abuse victim, and Ex is one of the last surviving members of a species being hunted. He kinda ends up getting attached as he ferries them across the galaxy so Etho and Grian can get their pilot's license and go off on their own adventures, but they stick around long enough to realize they don't want to leave their little found family.

So they don't.

Instead, the five of them spend almost fifteen years together, slowly building their own pirate crew made up of misfits and outcasts and kids who are running from something. Etho gets particularly attached to Echo, a shapeshifter who has mimicked Etho's appearance and has made it their own, Chicken, an avian who was recently freed from a slave trade, Adubs, a phantom who has no memory of it's past, and 13, a anthropomorphic cat who doesn't know basic math. Yeah, it says something.

A decade after meeting Hero, Etho gets invited to the Hermitus, a well known ship that is incredibly hard to get access to, and the Helsmits thrown him a goodbye party. He'll be back in nine months, and they all have communicators, but the gift is still nice.

Grian soon becomes the captain of the Helscraft, after Hero decides to head home for a bit. Grian, despite this, also added his name into a raffle for the next Hermitcraft crew member, not expecting to win.

He still won though. And so, Grian headed off to the Hermitus, and Etho took over as captain of the Helscraft. And then, a few years later, they both join Hermitcraft again. Exion is placed in charge of Helscraft.

They aren't back on the ship until three years later, with Etho's new friends in tow, fleeing from a freshly ended death game. Ren finds his cousin on Helscraft, Skizz finds another enderangel hybrid, Martyn finds a Listener, and BigB isn't the only glasswing in the galaxy anymore. They all fit in pretty well.

In the end, the Helsmits are a found family, and that was all started by a bunch of children and a wanted pirate on the run from a cult. How about that?

woah that is a lot of Words

this is really cool, it kinda reminds me of TCR I love it :D

don’t know a whole lot about your silly guys but this au is super fun

#10piecetalks #mcyt #tw cult mention #tw abuse mention #grian #ethoslab #helscraft #hermitcraft

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prianya · 2 years

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hey! can u write anything with etho? i’m starved of etho content 😭 thank you!!

Off-course and Unmapped

Ethoslab x Reader ▪︎ Platonic

Word Count ▪︎ 1k+

Summary ▪︎ You and Etho hadn't always been such good friends, and let's just say your first meeting was a bit unusual.

You and Etho were total opposites. You were always more withdrawn, choosing a day inside your base rather than an outing with any of the other hermits. With you being so withdrawn, you were naturally quiet, and Hermitcraft had been a large change from your quiet home server, where the majority of people preferred to stay inside and not brave the arctic weather. Etho, on the other hand, was your Antithesis. He was outgoing and spent a lot of time around his fellow hermits, whether building or just hanging around and causing trouble. He was louder too, cracking jokes constantly and generally livening up the room every time he entered.

He was the warm sun to your cold moon and the last person you expected to grow this close to. The other hermits have barely seen you, and even when they spotted you in their vicinity, you were never without your mask. Because of this, many of the hermits have named you a recluse. That's why it was so surprising that Etho had gotten to know you so well, let alone well enough for you to share the location of your base with him.

Yours and Etho’s meeting was quite sudden and went a lot along the lines of you accidentally terrifying Etho because he had managed to stumble upon you while you were foraging, and then helping him get un-lost.

At the time, you hadn’t known but he had been convinced you were some type of witch when you had turned to him, a bundle of mushrooms in one hand and a sharp knife in the other, various potions hanging off your hip by ropes.

“I’m so sorry for bothering you,” He says nervously, raising his hands as he took a tentative step back.

“Huh?” had been your ever-intelligent reply, as you stared at the grey-haired man who you were sure you had seen somewhere before.

“Um, I’m sorry I bothered you,” He says again, and cards his hand through his hair nervously, “but I’m actually quite sure I’m lost.”

“Oh. Well, if you'd like, I have a map at my base that has where it is marked, so you could use that?” you offer, still slightly confused at why he looked so familiar.

“That would be amazing!”

With that, you begin leading him towards your base, pondering where you could know the man from. Soon enough, you make it to your base, the homey cottage standing at the edge of a small pond. Behind you, you hear the man, whose name you still don't know, gasp.

“Your base is wonderful, and it looks so cosy!” he gushes, turning in a circle as he looks around the small clearing.

You blush, replying with a mumbled thank you. Leading him inside, you stop in your living room, telling him to wait right there while you went to grab the map from your chest room. Coming back to the room after grabbing the map, you realize he was gone from where you left him. Great job! You just had to decide to let some random dude in your house and now he could be gone robbing you! You huff, quickly searching the living room, before looking into your kitchen. There he stood, looking at your spice rack.

“What are all these spices?” He asks you when you come up to him, picking up a jar of saffron and looking at it curiously. You panic, snatching the jar out of his hand, and gently placing it back on its rack.

“Please don't touch anything,” you chide, “a lot of these spices are hard to grow and gather, and Scar’s prices are outrageous for most of them”

He visibly brightens as he hears you say Scar’s name, “You know Scar? Scar and I are pretty good friends!” You just look up at him blankly and then push the map you had found into his hands. He looks down, somehow managing to brighten even more when he realizes what you handed him.

“Thank you so much!” he exclaims, pulling you into a hug. You straighten up, startled by the sudden contact.

“You’re… Welcome?”

He pulls away just as suddenly as he had hugged you, and quickly picks up the small bag he had dropped in your living room. With a short farewell, he was off, disappearing into the treeline at the edge of your property. You closed the door after he was out of sight, making your way into your kitchen to make yourself a cup of saffron tea. Out of the corner of your eye, you see a piece of paper sitting under your spice rack. You cross the kitchen and pick up the paper, unfolding it.

Dear host witch(?),

Thank you for lending me a map! I’ll make sure to come by at some point and return it. I also thank you for helping me instead of leaving me there. Void knows that if you had been Grian or Scar that you would have left me lost. As repayment, I’ll buy you some more spices. You looked like you were almost out of a few, and I thought you might like them.

Thank you for your Hospitality, Ethoslab

(You can call me Etho :D)

You smiled at the note, folding it back up and leaving it on the counter. As you went back to making your tea, you realize where you had met the man, Etho, before. He had been talking to Xisuma the day you had gone to ask for permission to go off-server for a visit. He had said hello to you before taking off in a burst of color, flying away with his elytra. At least you managed to remember that, you muse while you take your whistling kettle off the stove. When the two of you ‘met’ for the first time, you had seen him talking animatedly to the admin, and had thought he was too loud. Now, you were reconsidering your opinion.

After meeting him this time, you decided that he was just loud enough.

I hope you like this, anon! It was my first try at anything based on Etho, so it was a bit hard. If you're unhappy with anything, then feel free to request another one and I'll try to do a bit better! I also wrote this in about 2 hours, so there may be some typos!

#hermitcraft x reader #platonic x reader #ethoslab #etho x reader #ethoslab x reader

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vexcraft · 1 year

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CubScar Week Day 7: Vex/Allay (also on AO3 here!)

little things

"Hello there," Scar greeted the fairy-like creature. There was something very comforting in the way the allay circled around him, floating in the air, staying close. It had been following him for a while now (or maybe Scar was the one following the allay) and it brightened his day immensely.

The game had barely started, yet Double Life was already draining. This whole soulmate thing was messing with Scar - he was already bonded, he didn't need anyone else. Cub was waiting for him back on Hermitcraft and Scar was once again stuck in a game.

The allay pressed against Scar's hand, leaning into the touch as he scratched its chin. This felt so familiar yet so different.

"Do you know Cub?" Scar asked the fairy, knowing full well that if allays were anything like vexes, it wouldn't understand him. He also knew that even if it did understand him, there was no way it would know Cub. That was fine, Scar just wanted to mindlessly talk. "He's an allay too, like you."

There was no reaction from the allay, just like he had expected, but the melodic purring sound it made as he continued the petting still felt comforting - it reminded him of Jellie. After Last Life, it was nice to just have someone who would listen, even if that someone didn't understand a word.

"He's my soulmate," Scar continued. He had a good vantage point here, a wooded mountaintop, granting him a clear view of most of the server with the trees still somewhat covering him from others' curious gazes. "I miss him a lot."

Scar knew the allay didn't know what he was saying, yet he could almost swear it knew something was wrong. Maybe it could sense he was sad? He should ask Cub if that was something allays did, once he would get back home.

"He's not quite like you. He's not as touchy, though he likes touch - he just doesn't seek it out much. I always tell him he can if he feels like it, but he rarely does. It's okay though, I think I’m clingy enough for the both of us."

"Cub is very mischievous, sometimes even a little evil! People sometimes say he's more vex than I am, but that's not true!" Scar flashed the allay a smile, that despite being in his human form, was just a bit too sharp to seem fully human.

The allay whirred and Scar kept rambling. "He's very kind and caring too, and polite! He always helps me with things." Scar could see people running around in the valley, probably looking for their soulmates. His temporary soulmate was probably somewhere down there too.

"Cub would never leave me."

"Jellie," Cub sighed as the cat pushed against his legs, meowing loudly. She seemed annoyed and Cub didn’t know what to do. "You've already been outside, we played with your toys, and I've given you food. I don't know what more you could want."

It was a bit stressful, taking care of an animal. Cub liked cats, Jellie especially had a special place in his heart, and he technically knew how to take care of one, but he had already used all the tricks up his sleeve and Jellie still wasn't content.

Gently he picked her up, holding her carefully against his chest. Jellie immediately nuzzled her head into the crook of his neck, just like her owner sometimes would when they cuddled. It was incredibly endearing.

"You miss him too, don't you?" Cub asked as he scratched the behind of Jellie's ears, listening to her whining change into purring. No wonder she had been restless. "It's okay, Scar will be back soon."

Scar always came back from the games, this wasn't the first time he, alongside many other hermits, had suddenly disappeared. They always came back sooner or later. How the games had treated them was a whole other thing.

"He'll be back before you know it," Cub mumbled, more to comfort himself than Jellie.

Cub had seen the aftermath of Last Life, how badly it had messed Scar up. He hoped this game would be easier on him, though with the nature of this whole thing, it didn't seem very likely. As grateful as Cub was for managing to avoid upsetting whatever higher power it was that chose the players for the games, he still wished he could be there for Scar.

"He's strong, he will manage just fine," Cub continued as he made his way to their shared bedroom. Scar was strong, one of the strongest people Cub had ever met, even though he tended to downplay his achievements.

Setting Jellie down on the bed, Cub grabbed a few blankets before sitting down and pulling them over himself. Jellie jumped across the mattress, up to where Cub was sitting and curled up on his lap, rubbing her head against the blankets that must smell like Scar.

"For now, we'll just wait."

#cubscarweek #cubscar #hermitshipping #jules hc txt #aaand we're done! this event has been wonderful #big thanks to organizers and everyone who took part in this :D <3

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leaky-pen · 2 years

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What I've Been Up To And Upcoming Projects

So, I know i havnt been posting much art lately. It's mostly been reblogs.

I want to change that, and i have quite a few ideas for what i'm going to be getting up to. Some of the projects have already been set in motion.

But first things first, where have i been? Well for one i moved. It was under very stressful conditions and the reason for my household moving was imperative so there was a strict deadline. That was super stressful and with the unpacking and adjusting to the new house i haven't had a chance to fully recover yet. My mental health has also been pretty janky recently. The move was super bad for me in every way and i was coming off an antidepressant around that time and starting a new one. That also caused some problems. I also wrecked my arms kinda bad doing WAY more physical labor than i should have recently, so drawing for long periods of time has been painful.

Now, onto what i have going on with my art.

Art Commissions in exchange for Sky IAP

For starters, i'm going to be opening my art commissions for in app purchases on Sky children of the light! I will have around 3 slots open i think (all in exchange for days of rainbow iap or candle packs). So expect a post about that soon! If you want to dm me or reply to this post because you are interested in that and dont want to wait until i get all the info organized in a pretty infographic we can discuss it. I will be down for both Sky related art and non Sky related art. Also as a note i will be advertising both here on tumblr and on reddit

A side blog dedicated to my pokemon OCs Orion and Ai

I have already made the blog and started on the ref sheets, typing up the story, working on rough drafts of comics, and organizing all the info in an easy to access way. You can find the blog @ask-orion-and-ai but nothing is posted there as of yet and the pfp is temporary. The story will mainly focus on Orion, Ai, Ingo, and Emmet. It will be driven by the fact that Ingo and Ai have been sent back to Hisui and that Emmet and Orion are looking for them

My music related side blog

So i already made a post about this but i did make another side blog for music related things. I have been working hard the last couple days to set up the queue for the first couple months of the blog running so that i can mostly leave it alone. The groundwork is done so i can now only have to work on it occasionally and can focus my efforts on other things as well

Other Random stuff

A review/my experience of pokemon shield

fan art for shield

art for paswg

some more mlp redesigns

more mlp art in general

more invader zim content

im gonna try and actually finish pokemon ultra moon so that may take up some of my time

more hermitcraft art

setting up my artfight account

and much else! my drafts are full of ideas and partly done artworks that id love to finish up or see come to life!

#offtopicink #update #sky commissions

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quaranmine · 3 years

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New World, New Faces

When the hermits moved to their new world, they were excited to welcome two new members. But maybe one is an old friend instead . . .

Grian hasn't seen Pearl since Evo. It's a shock.

No romantic relationships or content warnings. Mainly emotional hurt/comfort, but probably more emphasis on comfort. Hermits: Grian, Pearl, and Mumbo primarily with a little bit of Scar and Xisuma as well. Reblogs appreciated and AO3 link in reblog!

Words: 3893

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These days, Grian was pleased to say that the Watcher’s didn’t occupy his mind nearly as often as they used to. Except on certain late nights where he lay in bed and thought of before, his time was mostly spent having fun--scheming, pranking, building, planning, mining, laughing with friends. It wasn’t something he could forget, but the hermits had become his new home, and as years passed the edges of those memories had dulled a bit.

The other times where the Watchers occupied his mind were update days. Since joining hermitcraft, Grian had gone through several updates with the rest of the server. Sometimes they moved to a new world, and sometimes they stayed in their old one. No portals of bedrock ever appeared, but Grian always thought of them just the same. It always felt like maybe, just maybe, one day he’d turn around and see their signature portals once again.

Watchers didn’t always leave portals to update worlds. Grian hadn’t known that until he’d been put to work as a Watcher himself. Oh, the Watchers were still in charge of updating worlds, but they often did it more subtly, without grand towers and quests for portals. It’s hard to retain status as a myth when everyone knows your calling card, afterall. Admins always knew when it was time to update. Grian hadn't, back on Evo, because he’s always been told.

It turned out Evo had been different, and Grian didn’t know how to feel about that. Evo wasn’t the only world to receive special attention from the Watchers, but it was one of their favorites. Why them, though? Why did the Watchers keep such a close eye on their world in particular? Why were they left towers and clues and prizes and punishments, when other servers were mostly left alone?

Why did they kill everyone and kidnap Grian?

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Grian stood in a group with the other hermits, eagerly waiting for the move to the new world. He bounced a little in anticipation. He was excited for the new update--he knew very little about its contents, but it seemed like there would be some new building blocks to play with, according to Xisuma.

He already had plans for the new world--new bases and new shenanigans. Grian was excited to build close to his friends. Xisuma had informed them that another update would come in a few months, and for the hermits to stick close in the time being so that new land would be freed up for the coming update. Grian had already known about the second update for a while, as all Watchers do, but he let Xisuma handle all of this as admin. Those days were behind him, now, and there was no reason to start exercising Watcher powers in a world that was carrying on just fine on its own.

“Is everyone ready?” Xisuma shouted over the chatter, trying to do a headcount. “Hey!” he shouted, trying to get everyone’s attention. Slowly, the chatter quieted.

“Looks like it,” said Iskall.

“Good,” Xisuma said. “Now, before we go, I wanted to remind you that we have two new people joining us this time. I’ve already made arrangements with them prior so they’re gonna be waitin’ for us when we go through.” He grinned. “Be on your best behavior for me, alright?”

“I’m always on my best behavior,” Keralis replied, and Xisuma rolled his eyes fondly.

Grian smiled, remembering his welcome to hermitcraft a few years ago. Unlike this time, nobody had been expecting him. Grian hadn’t been invited like these two new hermits had been, he had just been there when the hermits arrived on their new world. None of the other hermits knew quite why he was there, but they’d all accepted him graciously nonetheless.

Grian liked that memory. The truth is, he’d fled the Watchers and picked an uninhabited world at random, not realizing it had already been reserved by Xisuma. That was a failure on his part as a Watcher, because he was supposed to know about stuff like that. But he had been too busy running to worry about it and besides, there was nobody on hermitcraft to punish him.

The hermits had welcomed him with kindness and made him part of their family. Now he’d gladly do the same for these new soon-to-be hermits.

“Okay . . .” Xisuma said, typing something into his admin panel. “I’m just setting up the portal now.”

They were all gathered in the shopping district, right in front of the Town Hall. Grian took his chance to take one last glance around at the world. The diamonds in the trees glittered in the morning light, sending little reflective shards of light scattered on the ground. Moving worlds was always bittersweet, because it meant parting with the things he’d worked hard on and the places he’d made memories at. But it was also one of his favorite things to do, because it gave everyone a blank slate to work with, sparking endless new creativity.

“I wish I could take some of those with me,” chuckled Scar, as he walked up next to where Grian was standing. He pointed at the diamonds.

“Well of course you want them, Mr Mayor!”

“Uh-uh,” Scar said. “I’m not the Mayor anymore! This is a new world.”

“Well, I guess we’ll have to see what we get up to in the next one, huh?” Grian asked. “Do you have any plans?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see,” Scar teased.

“I guess I will.”

“Do you have any plans?”

“I don’t know,” said Grian. He thought for a moment. “I might make a cave base. I guess I’m waiting to see what’s out there for inspiration before I start.”

“Well, I look forward to seeing it,” Scar replied. “Oh! It looks like Xisuma is ready.”

Grian looked up, to see X opening a portal. It wasn’t a nether portal, nor was it like an End portal. It wasn’t a Watcher portal either, but an Admin one. Grian had come to realize that Watchers supplied Admins with the means to move into updates on their own when they wanted to. The bedrock portals and scavenger hunts were reserved for their favorite worlds--their toys.

Sometimes the Watchers liked to flex their powers, but the universe is not kept running smoothly if all your time is spent flexing. Grian brushed away the thought, choosing to focus on his friends in front of him instead.

One by one, the hermits stepped through the portal, which swirled light blue and hovered just slightly off the ground. Grian hung back, wanting to be one of the last ones through. He wanted to make sure everyone made it through alright, but Xisuma had to be the very last person, since he needed to close the portal. When it was finally his turn, he gave Xisuma a smile and walked forward.

Grian stepped through, into the bright sunlight of a village, and was surrounded by the voices of his friends.

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Spawn was a village in a grassland, next to a swamp and overlooking the ocean. It looked a little plain, but the hermits hadn’t left their mark on the world yet. Behind Grian, Xisuma stepped out into the new world and the portal vanished behind him.

Everybody was crowded around a ditch chattering, apparently exchanging greetings with the two new hermits that stood inside it. Grian held back for a moment, taking it in and basking in the sounds of his friends’ voices. Finally, he wasn’t the new one anymore--a few people had rejoined the server in the last world, but they’d all been old friends, not new ones. That had left him being the most recent addition, not that anything felt like it was recent anymore.

Grian was already thinking of ways to prank the new hermits and draw them into the life of the server.

“Alright Mumbo!” Xisuma said. Grian grinned. Mumbo was supposed to introduce them. Mumbo, of course, didn’t know this, because where’s the fun in that?

“Oh-oh me?”

“It’s go time!” Cleo said.

“This is it!” said Xisuma.

“I’ve clearly very obviously been put up to this,” Mumbo started. “And because everyone thought it’d be much funnier to have me bumble through it without really knowing what I’m talking about, and that is definitely going to be the case!”

The hermits chuckled. Grian walked around the back of the group to try to catch a glimpse of the new people below.

“We do have two new hermits,” Mumbo said, “down in this crevice.”

Grian caught a glimpse of red and brown hair.

“GeminiTay-”

Grian’s world stopped and he felt his breath catch in his throat. She had her back to him, but he’d recognize her anywhere. Her brown hair spilled out from behind a black hoodie.

But she’s dead.

Was this some sort of cruel trick from the universe?

“-and PearlescentMoon.” The rest of the hermits cheered at the announcement, giving the new members a warm welcome. Grian said nothing, his mind spinning a mile a minute.

There was no way it was actually her. The Watchers . . . the Watchers had killed her, and every other Evolutionist. Grian didn’t know why. He would never know why, because with the Watchers it was always “you can’t possibly understand.”And Grian couldn’t. When Grian had finally escaped them, he tried to go back to Evo. It was a foolish attempt, one that would certainly have endangered the lives of anyone there, but nobody had been left there and the buildings were all destroyed and overgrown with vines and Grian had been forced to conclude the heavy truth that all of his old friends were gone.

He didn’t remember what he did after that. He just ran.

Before he could stop himself, the words came tumbling out of his mouth. “Pearl? Is that really you?”

She turned, hearing her name and--it was. It was her. Her hair had blonde highlights around the bangs now, but he’d recognize her anywhere, like her face and the faces of all the other Evolutionists were seared into his brain.

“. . . Grian?”

Grian just stared.

The other hermits had caught onto their mini debacle, and were watching them. “Grian, do you know her?” Mumbo asked.

“Y-yeah, I do,” he stammered.

“Grian?” Pearl shouted, and in an instant had scrambled up the ditch. She stopped in front of him, face pale and eyes wide, like she’d seen a ghost. Maybe he was a ghost, maybe he’d died the day they took him from Evo.

“Pearl,” he whispered.

Suddenly she threw her arms around Grian in a hug and squeezed. “Oh, it’s been so long,” she said, voice muffled.

Grian froze, but slowly reciprocated the hug. He felt numb and like he wanted to cry and scream at the same time, hands shaking, but Pearl’s warm embrace drew him back down to reality.

Pearl pulled away, blinked tears from her eyes and met Grian’s stare. Then, her gaze drifted further down, landing on his folded wings that peaked out just above his shoulders. Tentatively, she reached out to stroke a feather. “What happened to you?” she asked softly.

“I thought you were dead,” Grian said by way of answer.

“Well, I’m not,” Pearl said, and for a moment Grian almost didn’t believe her, and grabbed her wrist tightly, just to see if it was real. Pearl let him. “They took you,” she said.

Grian just looked at the ground, uncomfortably aware of how many people were watching him. Ironic, almost--he didn’t want them watching him so that they wouldn’t know about the Watchers. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust the hermits. He did. He’d trust them all with his life a thousand times. He just . . . didn’t want to explain. The hermits were a good bunch. The unspoken rule was that you didn’t ask about anyone’s past unless they spoke first, and Grian knew they’d abide by that for him as well. But he could do without the turned heads.

“Alright everyone!” Xisuma shouted suddenly, startling Grian. “Let’s go, let’s get to work, this season won’t start itself!” Slowly, the hermits began to disperse, branching off into groups. “How’re ya gonna start the season if you don't chop down a tree? I’ll get to work protecting these villagers.”

Xisuma threw a glance over to them, and Grian mouthed a thank you. Xisuma just nodded, and left them alone. Grian was overwhelmed with relief at the admin’s gesture.

He turned back to Pearl.

“I-I can’t believe you’re actually here,”Grian said. He smiled and the moment he met her gaze, his eyes began to blur with tears.

“I can’t believe you’re here!” she cried. “When we got back from fighting the enderdragon you . . . you were just gone. They left a note for us . . . said it was necessary for you to be taken. All in rhyme, of course.”

“Of course it was in rhyme . . .'' Grian muttered, suddenly very angry. All the Watchers and their unknowable ways, always distilled down to some pithy saying. A life-changing event relayed to his friends in another stupid little poem. He’d written a few himself and despised it.

“I didn’t think I was ever going to see you again. Do you . . . do you mind if I ask what happened?” Pearl asked. “I’m just happy to see you here but I-”

“No, it’s alright,” Grian said with a sigh. “They took me after I fought the enderdragon, and said I was going to be one of them. I didn’t want to go but-well what could I do? So I went with them, and they promised to let me hang around the server. They lied to me, they never let me Watch Evo.” Grian paused, and felt the cool trail of a tear dripping down his cheek. “They later told me you were all dead.”

“Oh, Grian,” Pearl said, and pulled him into another hug, and that was it for him. He began to sob.

“I’m sorry,” he choked out. “It’s just a lot-”

“I know, I know,” she whispered.

“They-they . . . I didn’t enjoy it there. So I, I ran away. I tried to visit Evo but--there was nobody there. I figured they told the truth then, that you really were dead. I ran and found the hermits and I’ve been living with them every since, and oh they’re so wonderful but I could never forget-”

“It’s okay.” Pearl comforted. “I know, I know. We came home after finding the dragon and our place was ransacked, and we were given instructions to leave. And . . . eventually after we left, the group disbanded and we went our separate ways. But, we’re all alive.”

“Really?” Grian asked.

“Yes.”

“Everyone?”

“Yes.”

“Can I- can I see them?” he whispered. It felt forbidden.

“Of course!” Pearl exclaimed. “I’ve kept in touch with everyone, I’m sure Xisuma could help you visit if you asked.”

“Xisuma . . .” Grian thought aloud. “I haven’t told him,” Grian admitted. The admin certainly knew something was up with Grian, because players didn’t normally randomly appear in worlds they weren’t supposed to, but he’d welcomed Grian with open arms to the server and never asked a single question.

“I’m sure he would understand.”

“He would, but Pearl, I don’t want to put anyone in danger! I’m not supposed to be here!” Grian hissed.

“So then don’t tell him everything. Just say you want to visit some people. He’ll understand, I know he will,” she replied. Grian pondered it for a moment. She was right--he could just ask to visit someone. Other hermits did it all the time. Maybe--maybe a few server hops wouldn’t cause a problem. Maybe this was something within his reach, after all this time. The thought exhilarated him.

“But please,” Pearl added. “Please tell someone else, not just me. How long have you been hiding?”

Too long.

Grian didn’t answer, and the two of them stood there and listened to the crash of the waves on the nearby shoreline. The air was hot and salty, and in the distance he could hear Xisuma opening and closing doors in the village.

He didn’t know what he felt, it was like too many emotions had happened in too short of a period of time and left him burned out like a forest after a wildfire. His hands had stopped trembling, but he felt deeply tired.

Happy. You feel happy.

Grian’s communicator chimed from within his pocket. He withdrew it.

GoodTimeWithScar > Grian: are you okay

Grian smiled, and typed a response.

Grian > GoodTimeWithScar: yes

“Who was that?” Pearl asked.

“Scar. He wanted to know if I was okay.”

“Are you?”

Grian met her eyes. “I am now.” It was close enough to the truth. Grian shifted his weight between his feet, suddenly restless and tired from trying to process all this new information. “Speaking of other hermits, we should get going, yeah? We can’t let them get all the resources without us!”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” she chuckled. The hermits had already spread out seeking resources, but not too far yet; Grian and Pearl could still see several of them talking to each other across the field.

“Pearl, before you go--” Grian started, looking serious. “Build next to me, alright? I...I want you to be around.”

“I promise,” she replied.

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“Why are you following me?” Grian knew why, but he wanted Mumbo to bring it up. He was torn--on one hand, he truly appreciated his friend’s concern. It was nice that others were looking out for him, a warm reminder of what their little community stood for. On the other hand . . . he’d really have just appreciated being left alone.

“You look like you have a purpose!” Mumbo exclaimed instead.

Huh.

Grian shook his head. “I’m just heading north,” he replied, shielding his eyes and looking up to see the position of the sun.

“I was just like, ‘Man, it looks like he knows where he’s going,’” Mumbo continued and Grian laughed.

They walked to the edge of the swamp, and began to cut down the trees. Starter tools were a necessity in a new world, and they had no stone.

“Ugh, I have to take down this whole tree, and then I have to replant it,” complained Mumbo.

“Wait-why have you got to replant it?” asked Grian incredulously, while getting wood for himself and not replanting the tree.

“Well I-I can’t just deforest things!”

This is going to be SO much fun to tease Mumbo with.

“Whatever you say, tree boy.”

They continued to work, getting wood, and then venturing into a shallow cave to get stone. The whole time their coms kept buzzing, buzzing, buzzing with combat death messages. Just another day in the hermitcraft world, thought Grian. Have they declared a spontaneous war up there? Either way, Pearl and Gem were getting the full introduction today, he thought with a chuckle.

Exiting the cave, they spotted a shipwreck not too far away, and decided to explore it. Grian pulled out a soggy buried treasure map, and they decided to go after it in a boat. Grian wanted to relax in the boat, to just breathe in the sea spray and try to calm his still-racing thoughts, but unfortunately Mumbo was the driver, and he was not a very good driver if you asked Grian. Grian had been tasked with navigation, which was a difficult thing when the driver couldn’t see the map you were describing.

The loot was good, and they divided it between themselves and then struck onward in the boat, this time with Grian commandeering the vessel. They looped back around to the shipwreck only to find a group of hermits that were a little too late to the prize. Pearl, Ren, and Doc were gathered around the boat looking a bit disappointed.

Mumbo and Grian decided to taunt them.

“Who got the loot?” shouted Ren.

“We got the loot!” Grian shouted back.

“Oh it was you guys,” said Pearl. Grian stuck his tongue out at her and cackled.

They looped back around to show off the Heart of the Sea, but Mumbo dropped their only diamond by accident and that was when Grian decided to steer the boat away before they lost any more valuables.

“I can’t believe you dropped the diamond,” Grian sighed.

“I was flexing too hard, I’m sorry!” cried Mumbo.

It was too comical, and Grian couldn’t be mad at his friend. They rowed on, closely following the coastline. After a few minutes, however, Mumbo asked a question.

“The new hermit, who we just saw with Doc and Ren--Pearl--is it. . . is it okay if I ask how you know her?” Mumbo spoke gently, knowing he was treading around a potentially sensitive topic. Grian knew the topic would have come up eventually, after he’d basically had a breakdown in public when he saw her.

Grian stopped the boat, and looked into the water, not at Mumbo’s face. “Yeah, I figured you’d ask. We used to be on a world together. The . . . the world I was at before I came here, actually.” It wasn’t the full truth, since he’d been to many worlds as a Watcher and had lived on the Watchers’ world for a while. But Evo had been his last home.

“Oh,” said Mumbo.

“We were friends,” continued Grian. “We were close. But I was told she was dead. Clearly, though,” he just simply gestured instead of finishing the sentence.

“Clearly she’s not dead,” Mumbo finished. “I see. Who told you she was dead?”

“Someone who didn’t have my best interests at heart.” Grian had never fully told his friend about what had happened before he joined hermitcraft, but the other man knew that it was a difficult past and had comforted him on more than one occasion--mostly after he’d first joined and the pain was still fresh. It had dulled with time and Grian had become more and more adjusted to his new life.

Seeing Pearl again was a miracle, but it sure sharpened the pain.

Grian rested his elbows on the side of the boat and pressed the heels of his palm into his eyes. “It wasn’t just her, either, they told me everyone on the server was dead. And-they’re all alive. All of them. It’s fantastic news, brilliant news, I’m just-”

“Thinking of the people who didn’t have your best interests at heart?”

“Yeah.”

Mumbo laid a hand on Grian’s shoulder. “I don’t know who they are,” he began, “but I know they’re not here now. You have us now, and you have Pearl here too. That all is in the past.”

Grian stared out over the water, watching as the sunlight sparkled and danced over the waves. “You’re a good friend, you know that right?”

“Well, I do try to be,” Mumbo chuckled. “Now-I think we should probably go pick up Scar over there, I think the poor man is going to drown!”

“Oh no!” Grian said, and scrambled for the oars, and then they were off.

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When Grian, Impulse, Scar, and Mumbo created the Boatem Pole, Pearl was there to join them.

When Grian woke up in his makeshift camp the next morning, he was happy to see Pearl setting up her own starter base on the other side of the Boatem Pole.

When Grian showed up at Xisuma’s base two days later, he asked for permission to visit other servers.

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maniac :: cc!tommy x reader

angst (?) , platonic (?) , gender neutral ! ib: conan gray’s maniac

this is satire & note that i write the reader to be a few months younger than tommy (besides that, i think it is fully inclusive !)

synopsis : you put all your hard work towards a useless crush. with no expectation for reciprocated feelings in the first place, it still all ends in a bittersweet slap to reality.

you grew up with minecraft and it was an understatement to say it was part of your childhood

even years later, you still maintained interested in the game

it wasn’t just a simple video game, the community inspired you to do many things

you aspired to be like the creators you watched at a young age like sky, dantdm, cupquake, stampy, and many more

making people happy and entertained was a dream

and when minecraft slowly began trending again in 2019, you started making your own content whenever you felt like it out of fun

you never got much views but it was an enjoyable experience nonetheless

but it wasn’t until the first minecraft monday you decided to push a bit more with your hobbies and worked hard to make it somewhere

however balancing your passions with school wasn’t the easiest

given, you were still only around 15 and your content wasn’t even that good

with not much of a goal or plan with your youtube channel, you fell out of interest eventually

you loved minecraft but you always a rocky relationship with it; getting back into it for a few months then pretending it never really existed for another few

besides the occasional videos you watched in your pass time, you didn’t stay that updated

then lockdown happened

it changed everything and even got you regressing back to old interests

soon enough you were back to minecraft

there was so much to catch up on

hermitcraft season 7 just started, there was minecraft championships, and smp earth and smp live, and so much more to look forward to watching

you were a bit late on both of the smps but your interest peaked specially towards smp earth and it didn’t stop you from watching the past videos

you first gravitated towards a certain youtuber’s videos first since you remember stumbling onto his videos before from your recommended page; wilbur soot

besides recognizing him from his you laugh you lose series and making parody-type of songs, you didn’t know much

however with a few clicks, you had binge watched his smp earth series effortlessly

you found yourself falling down the endless hole, finding more creators to watch through wilbur

one in particular caught your eye in an interesting way

tommyinnit

my god, how can someone be so annoying and pushy in these videos? like shut up already

and to find out he was barely months older than you frustrated you

you just wanted to be better in some way

if someone like him could be popular, why can’t you? yelling at others and causing problems didn’t seem that hard

and so you went back to working hard on your previously failed youtube channel but this time with a goal; be better than tommyinnit

it was a weird aspiration in your head but it worked

he was your age and successful, why need a better motivator?

tommy wasn’t the sole reason why you strive to make content since you truly did want to create videos to entertain people like the youtubers you originally grew up watching

and with the amount of free time you had, you thoroughly analyzed his content; what was the most popular, how he streamed, edited his videos, everything

you just completely studied the algorithm in general

along the way, tommy’s personality grew on you

tommy was undoubtedly a very loud and energetic person but you became fond of his ambitions

you understood why he was popular at such a young age; he was a natural entertainer

your spite towards the boy turned into a hope

a hope to be at par with him someday and even be mutuals

and it was like your dreams were suddenly manifested into existence

you gained a large following in the early months of lockdown and even was recognized to be apart of minecraft championships

it felt like yesterday that you were just watching your favorite youtubers livestream the same competition

and now you were situation in a team to play yourself for the first time instead of being a viewer for once

not to mention, with tommyinnit as a teammate

how did you manage to get so lucky?

under the excitement, you felt beyond never nervous waiting in the empty discord call for your team to join you to practice the mini-games

in the middle of gathering your thoughts together, you heard a sound from discord signaling someone joined the call

“uh, hello?”

you heard the familiar british accent you spent hours listening to from countless streams and videos

“h-hi! i’m y/n, how are you?”

you hoped tommy couldn’t hear the strain in your voice due to fighting your nerves, but you quietly celebrated that you didn’t freeze up altogether

“oh i’m good, thank you. and i’m tommy by the way, this is the first time we’re speaking, yeah?”

“yep! it’s nice to meet you”

“yeah, i’ve seen your name around the timeline a few times, you seem cool”

oh my god what?

“thanks! um i actually really enjoy your content not gonna lie”

“oh wow, good shit!”

and the conversation smoothly went on, bouncing back and forth between you two before your other two teammates joined the call

once everyone was situated, you decided to start streaming since it was your first mcc and you wanted a vod of you practicing to look at later on as a memory

your chat immediately noticed how much you were enjoying yourself, especially after all the short stories of talking about who inspired you in the past

the smile plastered on your face never left

after stream and your other teammates went offline, it was you and tommy left in the call once together again

“it was nice talking to you tommy! and the practice was really fun, i cant wait for the actual competition!”

“yeah definitely, we’ll for sure place high”

“hopefully. it’s my first time and i hope i don’t cost us the dub”

“nah, you think so? i mean rt and plumbella are also our team mates so you know, it’s all for fun in the end”

you knew tommy was implying the teamwork wasn’t going to be the best compared to the other teams but at least in the end you’ve both made a new friend

“yeah you’re right!”

“anyway it’s getting late imma hop off”

“okay tommy, talk to you soon?”

“yep!”

“alright byee”

“bye!”

the moment he left the call, you felt a sense of relief before a small wave of sadness took over

you wanted to continue talking to tommy but you knew you had other responsibilities to tend to

for the rest of the day, you couldn’t stop thinking of the call and mcc practice

the funny jokes, singing random songs, screaming for no reason, everything

it even kept you awake until the early morning

you buried your head in a pillow and screamed into it after realization hit

y/n no

no no no no no no no

you tried to recall anything that remotely related your other teammates which you remembered that didn’t include tommy

even if it was a few hours ago, you couldn’t pin point something specific

i must just be forgetful, right?

what the hell did rt and plumbella even say that whole call?

you vividly remembered everything with tommy and it was clear to you why

surely not

with putting a hand on your chest above your heart, you confirmed that you couldn’t lie to yourself based on the rapid speed

you liked tommy for a good while but it hadn’t clicked to you until now

eventually you fell asleep due to exhaustion but that’s to say you didn’t do so without imagining spending more time with tommy

ever since that day, time went by in a flash

your team didn’t do the best in mcc but it had been a while since then to have that as a concern

sadly you and tommy didn’t talk as often as you hoped but that didn’t make you have less feelings for him

on some days you felt bad since you thought you didn’t know enough about him to even be allowed to crush on him

it was a bit unprofessional but you were nearly 16, it’s normal to have these little crushes right?

eventually time came to rescue when tommy asked you if you wanted to accompany him in the dream smp

undoubtedly, you said yes

and for the few months during summer, it was where you two became even closer than before

however, once both of you two had to go back and attend school, it was harder to catch up with each other

even on calls together off stream, the occasional snapchat notification going off irked you in a way you couldn’t explain

only winter break was the small pause on your disappointment

but even then, it was a slow but steady hill of repressed sadness and frustration until early spring of the following year

you had hoped 2021 would be better than last year but after scrolling through twitter one day and seeing stans making rumors about how tommy had a crush on one of his classmates gave you the same pain you felt when school started last fall

you dreaded to look over at tommy’s most recent story time stream vod where all the gossip arose from; it was him stumbling over his words with the mention of a girl during a certain part

jealousy wasn’t the right word to describe the way you felt

you would never go out of your way to make tommy reciprocate the feelings you had for him

and if he liked someone else the way you saw him, you wouldn’t mind

having a crush is ecstatic, and if he has someone like that too, you should be happy

right?

you tried

what finally broke you was seeing a tiktok a few weeks later of tommy in college with eryn and another girl talking

you didn’t know how she looked like or anything but you wanted to sob

good for him

she didn’t even say much in the video and you dont know enough about tommy’s personal life to jump to conclusions like this

you knew you were acting irrational and you couldn’t be upset at tommy for something he couldn’t control

if anything, you never directly showed interest in him

you didn’t want to in the first place

it was a bad idea from the start

you looked back at the past year and all your intentions

what kind of sick fanfiction did you think you were living?

becoming a content creator, hoping to blow up, just to talk to a big youtuber you had a crush on?

oh my god

y/n what is wrong with you?

listen to yourself, y/n

you need to get some help

whether tommy was dating or even just had interest someone was none of your business

you had to move on no matter what it was and be good and supportive friend

it was dreadful to get over a stupid crush like this but after so much work you put in, you gave some sympathy for yourself

in a friend perspective, you were happy with whatever tommy did and was satisfied your friendship together, but you hadn’t realized how much you gambled from the beginning

and just for a crush?

you couldn’t comprehend how far you gone because you fancied someone

it wasn’t like anyone could get famous and become a popular content creator either

and now with you being on the dream smp along with a successful youtube channel at 16? you were grateful something pushed you enough to work this hard

but you’d never forget the fact everything that lead up to this point was a crush on no other than tommyinnit which first spurred from complete spite

“who’s the one better off now?” your thoughts mocked you from the complete irony

sigh

y/n, you maniac

#idk whether to actually call this platonic but it’s not exactly romance so #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit x y/n #tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit fanfic #tommyinnit imagine #mcyt x reader #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x you #mcyt fanfic #mcyt imagine

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jigrabble · 2 years

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Thinking about how the hermits have been slowing down progress lately (despite still making incredible progress) on minecraft, savoring the early game, those first day feels of manual farms and little to no redstone.

Thinking about early hermitcraft, where it evolved into progress on top of progress on top of progress, where it was the norm, if not highly expected, of builds to keep getting bigger by the episode.

Youtube as the medium that it was back then played a huge part on early hermitcraft and how that was just the culture. Daily/consistent episodes and how hermitcraft just had this reputation of making creations to the extremes. Despite being an smp, it was literally just a server of, well, hermits. Far away from each other and barely catching wind of their neighbors because they all needed the space for their gargantuan creations.

The audience plays a big role on the content too. How viewers back then only wanted to watch builds, the flack female gamers got and the creepy shipping from the slightest interactions between genders.

Hermits would ask their audience did you like this build? To which they'd reply, yes! Do more!

Then Hermits would collab and visit other hermits and prank them and it was great for exposure and shows what great friends they are because it was all in the name of fun and having good content, to which some of the audience replied spoilers! How could you! Hate! Envy! Awkward! Cringe! Scripted!

Mumbo putting up a dirt wall to avoid spoilers. Xisuma raising a scaffold wall to avoid spoilers.

The rise of dream smp and its promotion of rp, community, and collaboration to younger viewers. Dsmp fans expecting none of such when taking a dip into hermitcraft, only to get hit by season 7.

Pearl and Xisuma realizing rp just wasn't their cup of tea, but glad they tried it anyway. Making it clear they won't be diving into it again anytime soon. Their audience supporting the decision.

Thinking about Grian doing third life and a hundred hours and immediately debunking everyone saying it's against the rules. There are no rules. It's his series. He can do whatevere he wants. His need to constantly remind his viewers that everyone is his friend, that no fan of his shall spread negativity to them.

A raise in youtube viewership because of the pandemic, a blessing amidst a tragedy, so many hermits reaching milestones the old youtube would never have given them the chance to get a glimpse of sooner.

A wave of twitch viewers migrating to yt and vice versa. Hermits Helping Hermits.

Hermits having long meetings deciding seeds, which helped them plan better for their episodes, coming out with a survey saying their audience don't care about seeds. The audience cares about hermits, and them as people. And minecraft as a game and an experience and we just miss you. We're waiting for you to come home but we don't want to rush you but we worry as well and we're grateful you even keep us updated with your thoughts and opinions at all.

The way minecraft kept updating bigger and better each season was a huge influence to how hermits play. How their episodes were structured and spaced out. How collabs and sxheduling could work.

So many new viewers never experienced hermitcraft early game grind, bcs it usually doesnt exist. Grian beating the ender dragon 1st episode was an expectation. It could've been any Hermit, really. Maybe even a group whose scheds matched up and with a challenge to boot.

Older viewers miss the early grind. Like the hermits, its so refreshing to witness the game all over again with a twist the updates provide. That feeling of fresh wonder mixed w nostalgia is seratonin inducing.

So there was always something new, and there's always something the same, and i just feel very proud of these content creators, these artists, and the community that built up around such loveable people and their craft.

#idk where i was going with this #I have incoherent thoughts that sometimes make sense #Idk #hermitcraft season 9

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strawberrylemonz · 3 years

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DSMP/MCYT Fanfictions

Here is a list of all of my MCYT fics up to date! Some chapters will be altered in the future when I actually begin editing them, so do check in from time to time to see what’s new! I will also be updating this list with every new chapter and series! I hope you enjoy!

∞ Memories in the Stars [Inspired by @petrichormeraki ]

<> Tommy had disappeared many years ago, right before Doomsday occurred. Confused and broken, he found himself in the center of Hermitcraft. As he grew and healed alongside his new friends, Tommy soon uncovers secrets from his past as he embraced the future. As his family grows bigger the longer he keeps his heart open, an unsuspecting terror is crawling up to say hello.

∆ Contains: Hermit!Tommy, Triplet Grian, Antarctic Empire background, Kristin Minecraft, StarInnit, Clara the Space Goddess, DadInnit, FWT Fanchild (created by @petrichormeraki ), Theo the furry demigod, Clementine the shifter, William the gardener

Part 1 - Fateful Night

Part 2 - Innit an Adventure?

Part 3 - Campfire Tales

Part 4 - Mother for Two

Part 5 - Kitchen Utensils

Part 6 - Lovely Encounter

Part 7 - Her Name is Clementine

Part 8 - Young Cubs

Part 9 - To Be Okay

Part 10 - Family

Part 11 - Opened Gates

Part 12 - See You Again

Part 13 - Reunion Ruckus

Part 14 - Broken Bonds

Part 15 - Cousin Corner

Part 16 - Ride of Our Lives

Part 17 - Masked Crowns

Part 18 - Birthday Surprise

Part 19 - Enter: Twins!

Part 20 - From Three to Five, We're By Your Side

∞ Double Dadza

<> Doomsday had just occurred, and everyone is prepared to go their separate ways. Before they could all leave whatever remained of L’manburg, however, a notification in the communicators caused them to become sidetracked. A different Phil from a different time is stuck with them, and no one knows what to do. He’s working to get back to his sons, but he’s determined to fix a few relationships during the process.

∆ Contains: Dsmp Phil, Past Phil, Dadza content, crossing timelines, Kristin Minecraft

Part 1 - Dad’s Arrival

Part 2 - Unwanted Nap

Part 3 - A Father’s Embrace

Part 4 - Father to Father

∞ Into the Tommyverse [Co-owned by @wintercat96 ] (And partially inspired by @snapdragonfirefly)

<> Tommy was all alone. Tubbo was off in Snowchester, Ranboo took his place with Phil and Techno, Dream was off doing who-knows-what, and no one looked at him anymore. All this changed when he found a strange gem outside his home. Now, stuck in a new world, he must work with alternate versions of himself to try and get home.

∆ Contains: Dsmp!Tommy, AvianInnit, Demigod Tommy, Rust!Tommy, Business Bay!Tommy, MCU!Tommy, literal childInnit, There’s so many Tommy’s, wtf was I thinking with this AU.

Part 1 - Disappearance After Doomsday

Part 2 - Foundations

Part 3 - Team of Three

Part 4 - A Look Back Home

Part 5 - Innit Tree

Part 6 - When You’ve Made a Home

Part 7 - Have You Seen My Tommy? Please, I Miss Him Dearly

∞ For the Blood Bird [Dedicated to and inspired by @lynnarts ]

<> Once Wilbur turned 15, Phil decided to take him to a hardcore world to teach him the ways of surviving. There was only one problem, Phil had a new baby to take care of, Tommy. Techno was a 15 year old king who didn’t expect his best friend and father figure to dump his youngest child on him. Watching the child grow under his care, Techno eventually names Tommy as his prince and heir. Just when things appear to be going great, however, darkness falls upon the youth of the lands.

∆ Contains: Technodad vibes, SBI, Prince Tommy, Antarctic Empire, King Technoblade, Prince Tubbo, Princess Lani, Princess Drista, Prince Ranboo, Prince Purpled, King Dream, King Punz, Queen Niki, Kidnapping pog, Cottagecore Clingy Duo Pog

Part 1 - Baby in the Basket

Part 2 - Birthday Boy

Part 3 - My Gift to You

Part 4 - Strictly Business

Part 5 - Castle Scare

Part 6 - Friends

Part 7 - Baby Bird’s Kit

Part 8 - Brothers

Part 9 - Dinner Surprise

Part 10 - Breakfast Banter

∞ The Reluctant Hero’s Tale [For my beloved @bargledblocks and my beloved @snapdragonfirefly ]

<> Sam was panicking as the sound of tnt exploding filled the air. He had been monitoring Tommy’s visit, one that they boy claimed to be his last. Things were finally looking up for the boy, only for it to all start crumbling down now. Before he could investigate the security issue, however, he’s pulled into a strange world. He finds that he isn’t alone, not even close. In fact, it seemed as if everyone from the server was there, everyone but Tommy. Joined by other characters, everyone must watch Tommy’s tragic history on the server. Not only will they watch, but they’ll feel and hear it all too. You want to be a hero, Tommy? No, no you don’t.

∆ Contains: Basically a “watching the show” fic but Dream SMP, Minor changes to a few characters and the plot, nothing too big to where it’s completely different, Glatt, Ghostbur, Wilbur, SBI is family, my own tweaked version of aging, yes Tommy is a child with a gun, not everyone knows SBI is actually family lol, WingInnit, Piglin hybrid Tommy, Behold Tommy the Prince of Trauma, Tommy needs a hug, Sapnap will deck Dream in the face

Part 1 - Tonight’s Showing

Part 2 - Accepted Invitation

Part 3 - First Day

Part 4 - The Piglet Who Touched The Sky

Part 5 - Disc(o) Boy

Part 6 - Team With Me

#strawberry creates #lemonz labs #berry's mcyt fics

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elliotl · 3 years

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Hello me is Elliotl

This is a MCYT blog and random stuff. In DSMP i like all the content creators but in characters all my brain cells go to c!techno, c!dream and c!philza. In Hermitcraft I watch Grian, Scar, Mumbo Jumbo, Iskall, Etho, Bdubs :D

Feel free to ask stuff. Be polite tho for your own good cuz i am sure i can wreck you kinda.

A very disorganised person so dont expect much. But I'll do my best <3 'I promise my pinned will be more organized soon'

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chessandothermemes · 3 years

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Okay, yall seemed to like my last minecraft opinions post so here's another one: my thoughts on the Caves and Cliffs Update Split ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁱˢ ˢᵘᶜʰ ᵃ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵖᵒˢᵗ ⁱᵐ ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ ᵖᵘᵗ ᵃ ᵗᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗˢ ⁱⁿ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ʷʰʸ ⁿᵒᵗ

Table of contents:

1. The Split Itself

2. 1.17 Part 1

3. 1.17 Part 2

4. Archeology Postponed Further

5. Real World Problems

6. Speculation

7. Conclusion

(Post under the cut because this one is larger than most of Grian's Chest Monsters on Hermitcraft)

1. The Split Itself

I don't get why or how world generation is so much more difficult than adding/changing anything else to the point where the update itself has to be split in half but I don't know anything about coding (which is going to be incredibly annoying when it comes to.. uhh my personal life) so take this opinion with a grain of salt.

2. 1.17 Part 1

I haven't had a chance to play 1.17 at all yet (because I play on the Switch), but from what I've gathered, it looks like the best update yet by a LONGSHOT. Even without the new caves/mountains/everything else generating in worlds, I am still super excited about the Sculk Sensor new blocks and mobs.

3. 1.17 Part 2

I don't really have much to say regarding part 2, other than survival worlds of mine are about to get a whole lot better, but I do have a project planned for once the world size increases; a full sized (or maybe just more detailed than the ones I've seen) Super Mario Galaxy map, complete with teleports and possibly some way to simulate planet gravity if I can figure that out so :)

4. Archeology Postponed Further

I have 2 things to say about archeology being postponed even longer than the world gen:

1: does this include Bundles?

And 2: Does this 𝗺ean that 1.18 is going to be the Archeology Update? Because I was kinda hoping for an End update, but I'm not really complaining.

Other than that, l wasn't really focused on it, as I just kept on repeating "Warden. Sculk looks cool. Y = -64. C A V E U P D A T E ." in my head the Entire Time and was unable to process most of the other stuff until way later and even now I'm still a bit overwhelmed with information

5. Real World Problems

I completely understand why the devs did something in the way of postponing c&c because, well, COVID. (And the fact that June is in LESS THAN TWO MONTHS at the time of posting) as they just didn't have enough time to deliver something as gigantic as 1.17 is, that isn't infested with bugs and glitches by summer. But why split it in half? I really don't understand why they would do that as opposed to just postponing the whole thing a few months or so? When something is due, but you haven't finished it, what do you do? Postpone it. Not go "ah crap I've got no time uhhhhh here's half of the project other half coming soon".

Yes, I was expecting a postponed release date. Nobody's perfect. But using another analogy here, when you have a YouTube channel that posts daily, but This Particular Video is talking longer than the rest to edit, make a community post saying "Sorry, no video today, this one's taking a long time to edit." not "Today's video is taking a while to edit, so here's half of it lol. other half tomorrow"

6. Speculation

In the Announcement Video about the split, Henrik mentions blocks and mobs being the focus of Part 1. He mentions the Axolotl, Goat and Glow Squid, but there's no mention of the Warden. This could be taken in one of 2 ways. 1: there was no need for Henrik to mention the Warden because it's obvious that, since the Warden is a mob, it would be included in Part 1, or 2: The Warden is difficult enough to code into the game that it has to be included in Part 2.

Honestly, I believe number 1, as the c&c First Look video back in October of last year featured it in gameplay footage, so it's not likely that it will be pushed back to Part 2, unless the devs want to throw all of their personal growth at a cactus and push it back for suspense. That's honestly all the speculation I could get from the video, other than the obvious "what features are coming in what part" and "what are the release dates" but, on the topic of release dates, I have a theory for each of them!

Part 1: Sometime in June, if I had to take a wild guess, it would be the 14th.

Evidence: According to a Google search, "Effective in June 2021, Minecraft will no longer be updated or supported on FireTV Gen1, FireTV Gen2, and Android KitKat OS v20 and below." June is a summer month, so it would make sense for Mojang to update those platforms one last time before ending support for them. The 14th is just a complete guess though.

Part 2: Christmas Day (December 25th)

Evidence: Yeah there's not much other than "it would be a cool Christmas present for minecraft players everywhere" and the fact that most people who celebrate Christmas associate the phrase "Holiday Season" with it.

7. Conclusion

I'm excited for 1.17 no matter how long I have to wait for everything, and I honestly think the 2 release dates is for the better. Plus the Holiday Creator Features toggle will probably do something by Part 1's release, right?

#minecraft #1.17 #minecraft 1.17 #my last mc post aged like a fine milk so i hope this one will be... not as completely incorrect #not a meme #not a shitpost

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