#or if you want sad but not too sad they make it out but etho is not immune so he grows sick
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@thatlesbainmushroom and @jjlovesgoodies (hope you don't mind the tags, I was not sure how else to make sure you seen this<3) both said yes to hearing about my roomies zombie au, so here it is!! Though, I must admit that it is more of a half-baked idea than a fully thought out au. I'm not sure if I will ever actually write it, so it's free game with credit.
I suppose a TW is required before you read any further. It is a zombie au, so it is pretty grim. Mentions of death, blood, injury, and other apocalypse typical things.
Etho and Cleo were college roommates before everything went to shit. Cleo was a graphic design and arts student in her fourth year, while Etho was an engineering student in his second year. They have been together since the start, and were actually in their dorm room when the chaos started. Bdubs used to be with them, but they lost track of him (and his horse) months ago. They assume he is dead.
Grian was a first year architect student from a few towns over. His group consisted of his roommates, Jimmy and Joel, along with his work friend, Scar.
None of them had ever used a gun before the apocalypse, so it is none of their preferred weapon. Cleo has a baseball bat, Grian has a knife, and Etho has a machete. Etho and Grian both carry handguns but rarely use them. Cleo knows how to use a gun but does not carry one and would have to be in mortal danger to be convinced to use it.
Cleo is immune to the bite, something they found out at the beginning because a classmate had bitten her and she never turned. Though, this immunity would not hold any narrative weight. The world has fallen apart, there wouldn't be anyone left to try to find a cure from her anyway. They are just focused on surviving and trying to keep each other safe.
However, because of her immunity, she does take risks that Etho doesn't/can't. She used to be a real softy, not much a fighter who was all bark no bite, but she would do anything to protect Etho. She has many scars, from bites and scratches, because of this reckless behavior.
It would start with Grian having just been separated from his group and he's been wandering around the remains of a big city looking for them. He eventually gets overwhelmed by a hoard and ends up cornered in an alley, where he is then saved by Etho, who kills the zombies and offers to bring him back to his camp.
Grian says no and tells him he has to keep looking for his group, but Etho is persistent. Grian caves and agrees to go with him when Etho offers to help look for his missing friends; no strings attached.
The group traverses the remains of the burning world together for several months looking for Grian's group and slowly getting to know each other. Etho and Cleo share information freely, but Grian is more reserved. He only answers simple questions about his past. They barley know anything about this group they are trying to find. Instead of opening up as the months' pass by, he actually becomes more and more reserved.
He keeps asking why they keep helping him when they have no obligation to do so, especially since he's given them next to no information or reason to trust him, and they say why not? They don't have anything better to do than lend him a helping hand.
Grian leads them more and more northwest as time goes on, telling them that he was told to head in this direction to meet back up with his group, but still, they find no trace of them.
Around 6-7 months into traveling together, the group do a supply run in a mall that they thought was safe and end up getting trapped inside with no way out after Grian brings some kind of a display/structure down on top of himself on accident and it attracts a hoard that was hidden away out of sight.
They are very low on ammo, Etho was bit while getting Grian out from under the display, Grian was injured by the accident, and they're all too exhausted and malnourished to fight. They make it into a staff area, but there's no exit that they see, so they barricade the door. It is only a matter of time before the hoard breaks through.
Sitting inside of the small room, Grian admits to them that his group was already dead and had been for a while. He tells them that he had actually been ready to die that day Etho found him. He felt bad letting Etho's kindness (which was a rarity in this dying world) go to waste, so he went along with it.
He was just along for the ride at first, leading them on a wild goose chase while waiting for a chance to leave them, but then he grew to care for them. He never thought he would find friends again in a world like this, but, somehow, he did. They gave him a purpose, a reason to keep going. They made him want to live again. They made him happy. They made him laugh; something so simple and yet so important.
He didn't want them to leave him behind once they found out the truth, so he'd kept lying to them and pretending like he was still searching so that they would have a reason to keep helping him, a reason to have him around.
He was closing himself off all that time in an attempt to hold onto the one good thing in his life. He tells them that he's sorry, that he loves them, and that he's scared.
Cleo and Etho say they don't care that he's been lying, and that he's just as important to them as they are to him. They say that whatever happens next, they'll do it together.
And then in my mind it would end somewhat ambiguously/open ended as the zombie's break through.
#grian#zombiecleo#ethoslab#the roomies#secret life roomies#secret life#hermitcraft#I had it in my mind that they would call the zombies “boogies” as a reference to the boogie man curse#but i was worried people might find too silly XD#in my mind bdubs is still alive somewhere#found and taken in by the mounders I imagine#and they eventually meet back up with him if the ending is a good one#cw: death#implied death#zombie apocalypse#apocalypse au#if you want a happy ending then they use the rest of their ammo to hold off the zombies#and are able to find a way out in time and it turns out that etho is also immune#or if you want sad but not too sad they make it out but etho is not immune so he grows sick#and he dies after a heartfelt goodbye and grian + Cleo burry him somewhere nice#or a more realistic ending to the situation they ended up in they die in each others arms#really it can go any way that you want#tell me if i should tag this as anything else!#oh also as for the “display” I wasn't sure how to explain it#I am imagining some sort of gazebo/stall that he kicks the support beam of thinking it is secure#and it comes down on top of him#but my words are not the best
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Etho and Grian are back at base, hysterically laughing over their achievement. Cleo sits inside, staring, as the two of them talk about getting a wither and a warden to fight, and tries to figure out what she feels about it.
In some ways it's not their fault. Task made them do it and all that. Plus--
Well, it's not like she and Etho are losing hearts anytime soon. They've both done a damn good job keeping themselves from dying. A benefit, Cleo thinks, of deciding to team with Etho this time. Between the two of them, they'll largely only do chaos they can recover from. Maybe this is their game. Maybe this time, Cleo manages to stick with someone until the very end. It looks like it. It looks like...
Grian, of course, is the confounding factor.
She wasn't going to turn him away. He needed allies. They needed someone a bit better at actually doing damage than herself or Etho. It's mutually beneficial. And, besides, he's weirdly lovable, in an inherently kind of dangerous way. A little like loving a bobcat someone had accidentally raised as a pet cat until it got a bit too big and stinky and murdery for them. Like, yeah, he shouldn't be domesticated and he's not, really, in any sense of the word, but it's a bit sad to watch him try to survive on his own now, right?
Hah. Maybe that's what Scar managed to do to him. Would explain a lot, really.
Anyway, he's her bobcat now, which is the problem.
See the thing is: Cleo understands Etho. It's why finally deciding to be partners for once felt... right. They're similar flavors of people. Scared, mostly. Survivors, but not in the 'will stab anyone' way that like, Martyn is. Loyal, although Cleo has no delusions that Etho is as loyal as she. And scared. Has she already said that? Scared. It's important to the kinds of things she and Etho are. Like... mountain lions, maybe. Mountain lions that have been around just enough people to know how dangerous they are. Like that.
God, she's only doing cat metaphors. Bdubs really is turning them all into furries.
Anyway, the point is, Grian isn't scared.
And that... terrifies her.
That's scarier than anything else. Because, see, Cleo wants to survive. But more than that, she wants her partners to survive. And she and Etho, the two of them are doing well. Better than most people. They're green and they have so many hearts.
But Grian? Grian's yellow and not afraid and goading Etho into not being afraid too. It's not their fault, exactly, Cleo thinks. They both had hard tasks. They didn't have a choice, Cleo thinks.
But. But.
She doesn't know what to do, if Etho gets convinced the humans down the mountain aren't scary. She doesn't know what to do if he gets too close. She doesn't know what to do if he gets hurt.
Because she--she doesn't think she can learn to stop being scared, anymore.
But she also doesn't know how many times her heart can stand to lose someone.
Did you know--wild cats are social? They have a reputation for being loners, but mountain lions, they're social. They don't do well being alone. They don't actually hunt solely alone. That's the important bit here. They seem independent, sure, but actually...
Anyway. This is Bdubs's fault. For making her a furry, apparently.
She watches Grian and Etho scheme together and sits back and breathes and tells herself that Etho isn't going to stop being afraid anytime soon. That if push came to shove, he, at least, would retreat back, and that maybe the two of them could convince Grian to retreat too. Safe from hunters. Safe from red.
Maybe safe from hurting each other, too.
(She's not so sure about that part.)
#secret life smp#secret life spoilers#zombiecleo#a bee fic#staring in. cleo and the fact she seems to consider dying before or at the same time as her allies as her happy ending#staring in. cleo and the fact that the thing she and etho have most in common is CAUTION.#and then staring at grian.#hm. well. hopefully that ends better than it seems like it might.#ALSO SHOUTOUT TO ME HAVING THE BRITISH PERSON USE METAPHORS USING EXCLUSIVELY AMERICAN WILDCATS#in my defense they're the ones i'm actually familiar with
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It's not like it's hard to get Tango taking about Decked Out, but buy him a couple of potions in the museum speakeasy and he gets downright confessional.
Grian leans across the stat poker table, his wings rustling eagerly. "Truth or dare, Tango," he says. "Is Decked Out... alive?"
“Aren’t I supposed to pick truth or dare before you ask the question?” Tango tosses back another potion and gives the group a half-smirk.
“We all know you’re going to pick truth because you’re too particled to get up.” Etho’s face is obscured, but they can hear the laugh in his voice and see his fox ears twitch with amusement. “So spill.”
Tango shrugs. "Well," he says, "It's not exactly not NOT alive, if you know what I mean."
Grian glances at Doc on his right and Etho on his left. They shrug at him.
"Yeah, no," he says, looking back at Tango. "I don't think we know what that means."
"Is it like that Grumbot robot that Mumbo and Grian built?" Doc asks, scratching thoughtfully at his chin, his blunt black claws scritching loudly against the stubble of his beard. Grian tries to catch a peek at his stat tokens and gives a sheepish grin when Doc notices and quickly angles them away.
"Hey, now," Doc starts to say, but Tango interrupts.
"Nah, no -- I mean, Grumbot was pretty... Simple. No offense."
"None taken." Grian pulls a token from his stack. "Number of villagers traded with," he offers. "And I'll up the ante to three diamond blocks, gentlemen."
Tango lays down his own token, and taps a finger on it in an aimless rhythm. “The dungeon is… aware,” he says. “Not alive, I guess, but it knows things. It recognizes people.”
“I’ve noticed,” Etho says dryly. “That place hates me.”
They all laugh, but Tango shakes his head. “Does it hate you?” he asks and waggles his eyebrows suggestively. “Or does it want to impress you?”
“Oh, I’m impressed enough.” Etho drops his stat token on the table with a soft click. “So it can stop glitching and trying to kill me now.”
“Aww, you’re just playing hard to get.”
Doc lays his tokens down on the table and stands. “I will sit out this round, I think,” he says. “I have done almost nothing with villagers this season. Will anyone have more to drink?”
“I’m not playing hard to get!” Etho protested, ears lying flat. “If anything, I’m playing easy to get – I just walk right in there!”
“You heard it first here, folks,” Tango says. “Etho’s easy.”
He ducks, but not in time to dodge the rolled-up napkin Etho chucks at his face. It lands in his hair and goes up in a miniature whump of flame.
Grian snickers, waving away smoke.
“So if the dungeon’s not alive, but it’s not quite not alive,” he says. “How does one maybe go about… making friends with it?”
“That,” Doc says, thunking a fresh bottle of Cub’s custom-mixed potion onto the table. “Is cheating, you pesky bird. No flirting with the possibly-not-not-alive dungeon.”
“You’re telling me you’re above flirting for a few extra keys and crowns, Doc?” Tango asks with teasing skepticism.
Doc sniffs, flipping the cork from his bottle with his thumb. “I don’t need flirting,” he says dismissively. “I have skills. Game strategies, man.”
“He’s already planning how to get the dungeon’s attention.” Etho flips his token over, exposing the total. “Aren’t’cha, Doc.”
Doc tips back his drink and shrugged. “Eh… that is for me to know, and you to worry about.” He winks.
“Tango, what’s your total there?” Grian fiddles with his token.
“Well, I know it’s higher than old three-digit Minecraft master over here.” Tango holds up his token and pinches it between his fingers. “Under three hundred, Etho? What’ve you been doing all season?”
“Not hiding out in a hole for thirteen months,” Etho grumbles good-naturedly, pushing his diamonds into the center of the table.
“Yeah, well, that’s what I have been doing and look at that stat.” Tango displays the count. “Seven k, baby – read ‘em and weep.”
Grian makes an exaggerated sad face that immediately morphs into a triumphant grin. “Rookie numbers, fellas,” he crows. “Try over twelve thousand.”
Tango groans and rolls his diamonds toward Grian with a grimace. “Yeah,” he says. “Definitely not telling you how to flimflam my dungeon, you shyster.”
“Tango, I’m hurt.” Grian, entirely unbothered and very un-hurt looking, scoops the pile of diamonds into his pouch. “My stats are all ethically earned.”
“And that’s how your dungeon runs will be too.” Tango stashes his tokens and stands. “Gentlemen, it’s been a pleasure. Mostly.”
“Back to your cave, Tango?” Etho doesn’t stand, but his bushy white tail wags a little in barely-contained excitement. “So, Decked Out will be open again… soon?”
“You bet your foxy good looks,” Tango says. “Or… maybe don’t. Not with those stats.”
This time he does duck the thrown napkin.
He exits through the museum, the laughter of his friends fading behind him as he steps out into the cool afternoon air. For a moment, he stretches, shaking out his elytra and clearing his head a bit of the potion particles.
Is Decked Out alive?
Tango grins, sharp teeth glinting. Of course the dungeon’s alive, who’s he kidding? And she’s hungry, too, he can feel it even from here. His friends should just be grateful he’s only ever built friendly monsters that want to devour them.
“On my way,” he mutters to himself. Or the dungeon. “And Etho’ll be coming over soon too.”
He feels the dungeon’s excitement.
“Oh…you’ve gotta be kidding me.” Tango launches himself in the air and spirals over the shopping district, angling toward Decked Out and laughing so loudly the sound bounces off the buildings below.
His dungeon totally has a crush on Etho.
#decked out#tangotek#hermitcraft#redwinterwrites#it's my birthday so maybe reblog this if you enjoyed? 👉👈#long post
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can i request reader x hermits (seperate) ? like reader has a bunch of old scars and on a hot day they wear a tank top and expose all of their scars? completely okay if not AND TAKE CARE OF URSELF🫶
Okay, let me tell you, as someone with quite a visible scar on my face (I was a very courageous and dumb kid) and a few less visible ones on my hand, I get asked about it so so often and this request hits hard and I have decided to put my whole soul into it as headcanons. I've just picked a couple hermits I feel would have different reactions to it so here u go!
HEADCANON:
Grian
This boy is not going to mention it, like, at all
He has his own bad memories and sad backstory so he understands that you might not want to talk about it
The only reason he would ever talk about it would be if you ever showed any discomfort or insecurity about it
If you just never talked about it he wouldn’t either
Maybe at some point he would reassure you about yourself if you’re both deep in a relationship, but he would never explicitly mention the scars
If you do mention them at all, it depends on how you approach it
He knows how to tell situations very well and I think he would still be careful about it
If you approach it humorously, like it doesn’t affect you then he will too
Maybe ask you where some of the bigger ones are from and expect you to tell him some good stories
If you get uncomfortable about them, or insecure he will reassure you
“I love you no matter what” or “I think they make you look cool”
He will always be supportive
Mumbo
He does try his best, but the moment he sees you he can’t help it
Shock on his face as he clearly looks you over
It’s clear he is concerned, and if you’re alone he will ask you about it
Stuff like if you’re okay, if you ever want to talk about it or if you need anything
If you reassure him you’re fine, he will totally dote on you after he is done being shocked
Will kiss your exposed scars and talk about how pretty or handsome you are to him
He will totally try to spend extra time with you, both because he learned a new thing about you that makes him love you even more but also because he is secretly making sure you’re totally okay
Even if you say you are, he would rather make sure
He will keep a little bit of a closer eye on everything you do and every little emotion you display just to keep himself sure you’re really okay
Either way he loves you how you are
Scar
This fool, this dumbass man
He cannot keep his mouth shut at all
He thinks communication is so much easier and better than having to just bottle things up or keep guessing what everyone else is thinking
So he just mentions it, asks where they’re from if you’re okay with him asking
He tries to guess it, if you’re not
The guesses will start out super detailed stories that are so far fetched as to ease you into it
“So this one is obviously from a wolf attack, where you managed to fight off 3 wolfs the size of the moon with nothing but your bare hands”
Then he will slowly try to reel it in and guess them more accurately
If one is sort of a piercing one, he will say you lost a duel in a bow fight
The one on your arm? That one is a cut from training your sword skills
He is just spitballing, trying to get it right
Either way he will pester you until you open up to him, he will not let it go
He thinks it’s so cool and really makes you look tough
Will ask you to protect him since you’re so strong
Will also definitely trace your scars whenever you are idle and he has the chance to
Even if you ask him not to, it just happens and he will laugh it off
He starts to slowly like them, the more he sees them
Every rare moment you show them, he slowly appreciates them more and more
Really weird but he has favorites
He just loves them to be honest
It makes you so uniquely you
Etho
No matter what he will start out by making some sort of snarky little comment
“Did you fight your kitchen drawer and lose or something?”
It’s not mean spirited at all, it’s supposed to be humorous
He just likes to approach things with lightheartedness and jokes
He knows it might be a serious topic, but his objective is always to turn it into something fun or less serious to try and make you feel better about it
He won’t dote on you or reassure you like the others unless you open up about it
That doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you the way you are, his love is just more subtle like that
It’s small things you wouldn’t immediately notice about his reaction to it
Sometimes he will look at one of them and imagine the pain or maybe even accidentally imagine the person who might have given it to you
It’ll make him look at them with hatred, but it’s not directed at you even if it would seem that way
He’d make up little fantasies of revenge in his head to clear the thoughts
At this point you might even be the one who will have to reassure him that it’s no problem anymore, if it ever even was
Bdubs
He will instantly be all over you, and no matter your approach he will be excited
Unless you just start straight up crying he won’t notice if you’re sad or insecure about them cause he is just so excited about seeing a different part of you
He’s the same as Scar where he wants to know where every little scar comes from
If it’s serious he will of course reassure you, but he will definitely also compliment them no matter what
He just think they suit you, and in the end Bdubs is sort of just a hopeless romantic
Anything that is a part of you, he loves it
Anything that is you is beautiful
Which in turn makes your scars beautiful too
He feels closer to you, looking at them because in the end it tells your story and your past, making him feel like he is closer to it
It’s something he’s probably been sad about before, that not every inch of your life is tied together, that there are parts of you that he can’t be a part of which is before you met
But seeing the scars can help him understand that part, and sort of relate to you in a way that he finds very intimate
So of course he will pester you about them any given time they are on display
He does love them, just as much as he loves you
Pearl
She’s definitely the most careful out of all of them, at least out of the ones who want to approach the topic at all
As much as she is a rambunctious personality she is also an extremely caring thoughtful individual
And as much as she doesn’t want to overstep her boundaries she also has to know you’re okay
So she approaches it very head on, but she picks her words very carefully
“I don’t know if you ever want to talk about it, but I’m willing to listen if you ever want to tell me anything about your scars.”
That’s all she ever says about it, and at that point it’s up to you to go to her about it
She wants to be as respectable to you about it as possible
She has the mindset that she doesn’t need to know if you don’t want her to know
As long as she’s sure you’re okay now, your past doesn’t matter to her
For what she thinks about them look wise, she does think they suit you
It’s not going to change how she thinks about you, knowing you have a few scars
And she has a couple herself so it doesn’t really matter
She still loves you
Tango
Tango is probably the one with the roughest reaction
He is pretty emotionally driven, and just seeing something like that on you genuinely breaks his heart
It’s almost like he is going through the pain you went through with every single scar at once
He’s almost just,,, getting teary eyed seeing you and you might get confused at the looks he is giving you as you see each other
You probably won’t understand exactly what is going on with him and he simply takes your hands in his and he stares at you before embracing you in a warm hug
He wants you to feel physically that he is there for you
“Where are these all from?”
You cannot get out of a heart to heart with this man, and even if it’s all from totally normal and uneventful encounters he still thinks it’s very serious
Even if it was not traumatic like, at all, just you at some point being in pain is awful to him
Just the few times you’ve gotten hurt while on the server with him has been awful for him so to know you’ve gone through pain that’s left scars is unbearable
He doesn’t like your scars, hands down I will just say it
He hates having a constant reminder that you experience pain because he wants nothing but happiness for you
Obviously it’s delusional to think you’d never experience anything bad, he knows that, but he still wants that to be the case so bad and having to see it every time just sucks for him
That’s not to say he doesn’t think you’re still beautiful, he does, he thinks you’re amazing
But he does just wish you’d never have to go through that
Xisuma
Oh boy
His first thought, and I am sorry to admit this, would be how hot that is
He loves that type of thing, he can’t help it
This guy loves a man/woman with a story to tell, and scars to show
BUT that does not mean that the next thought isn’t slight worry
He’s been through it all, considering he is experienced with every kind of server and an admin who has had to consider all kinds of walks of life and he knows what some servers are like
That in itself has lead to him being very observant and mindful, and he also knows exactly how to handle it no matter what
He won’t ask, he will wait for you to come to him, if need be
If you do explain them, he will take it from there. Sad? He’s got just the right words to assure you that you’re both safe and that it changes nothing in his opinion of you (It does.. He finds it so hot)
Happy and uncaring? He is making the best jokes you’ve ever heard about it
There is no losing with this blessing of a man
#hermitcraft x reader#hermitcraft x y/n#hermitcraft x you#hermitblr#xisuma x reader#Grian x reader#mumbo x reader#tangotek x reader#Pearlescentmoon x reader#etho x reader#Bdouble0 x reader#goodtimeswithscar x reader
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PLATONIC REQUEST (If you include any romance I will be sad.)
Reader who is adventurous and curious, loving science and fantasy in equal measure—so long as no one tries to misapply them and claim falsehoods are factually true or that stories always need to be scientifically perfect. Intentionally tries to pick up lots of skills. Innocent and childish. Intelligent, but uses internal fact checking to discern lies, which obviously has limitations when trying to determine if someone is lying about *themself.*
Reader is friends with Scar and/or Etho. (So, personally, those two are my favorites right now, and I wish I could be friends with both of them. Approximately everyone who knows me in Real Life is unsurprised by this, because both of them are a type of person I like, and both of them have traits I like and want to cultivate in myself. 🤷♀️ Or at least, everyone would be unsurprised if I were the type of person to talk about having squishes [that's the word for wanting to be friends with someone, like a platonic crush] but I tend to keep my emotions about myself to myself, so only a few actually know.)
Anyway, I think that the differences between Etho and Scar can be really interesting. Of course, you can choose to only include one of them in the resulting Reader Insert story, if asking for two Hermits is too much, or you don't feel familiar enough with one of them to write for them, etc.
Other than the Reader being friends with one or both of the requested characters, you can have a lot of free will in the type and genre of the piece. Want to write silly fun times? I'm down! Want to write an adventure piece? Those are some of my favorites! Want to write about Reader helping the selected character(s) (or vice versa?) Sounds good to me! In the mood to write angst or hurt/comfort? I'll accept that too!
Anyway, if this was all too long, or too vague, or too dull, or you have any questions—you can message me and ask questions or request that I send in a better request myself! 😅
Thank you for your time, consideration, and potential writing!
Fetching Wood!
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Character: Ethoslab x Reader, GTWS x Reader.
Type: Blurb (~2k)
Theme: Platonic
Summary: Unsurprisingly, attempting an adventure on the HermitCraft server attracts shenanigans.
TW: brief swearing.
A/N: I hope I did your ask justice!! These two are so silly together and so adventure awaits. :)
The chirping of birds drifts through the ajar window, letting in the sounds of morning calamity and the gentle breeze that brings with it the scent of deep woods and dirt. Your cluttered desk stands proudly in front of you, stacks of intricate designs meticulously sketched, bottles of experimental potions, gadgets, gears, suspicious white powder, and ink spattered across the solid dark oak. It was your workshop- or at least part of it. At the moment you are preoccupied from tinkering, rather you squint at the mess of your storage trying to decide what exactly this trip warrants.
You see, your build, a large wizard-esc tower and subsequent dungeons was a rather demanding feat, and with your newfound appreciation for the Nether woods and brick, you needed a trip to Nether.
It was much to your surprise that when casually discussing the idea with those surrounding you, your neighbor Etho was quick to jump aboard. Apparently he too needed a restock on warped logs and mushrooms, and was more than happy to tag along to make the process more enjoyable.
It was always exciting seeing the ivory haired man, so many Hermits (including yourself) looked up to him.
With the whole HermitcraftTCG and Decked Out craze of last season he was a hard man to come across besides fleeting moments in games. You would be lying if you said you weren't eager to impress. Tucking another fire resistant potion (you can never be too sure) you sigh and check the time.
No...it couldn’t be that hour already...
Snatching up your backpack and skittering towards the door of your starter-starter base (something you will be tearing down) you made it out into the grass. You were so smart when it came to inventions you'd think you would be a little more aware of the time- but unfortunately not. Being late was an reality you lived with often. Snatching the reins of your beloved horse Millennium, you place a foot in the stirrup and very nearly faceplant off of the other side of his torso. He lets out a vibrating huff and you pout.
“Cmon, I can't have a horse making fun of me.” You scoff, rightening in the saddle. The horse doesn't comment back, shaking out its mane and beginning to trot. You ease Millennium into a canter, riding with practiced ease through the forest towards your neighbor.
It's a bright and sunny day, the wind whipping across your face and tugging at your clothing where it is free from the confines of your armor. You had asked Cleo and Stress to help in making a perfect outfit to combine the high fantasy of the wizard tower with the stylish ease of a scientist. You say they have done wonderfully. Despite not actually having a tower to call home yet, you were eager to leap into the aesthetic.
Spotting the gorgeous blue ceiling you broke into a grin, pressing a bit harder to have your horse break into a dash. Leaping over a small creave you break into the clearing, spotting the man of hour leaning against the side of the portal- a full one with corners and all of course. He straightens at your sudden appearance, watching you with careful eyes- You stand up in the stirrups, throwing a leg over and slowing the horse to let you jump off. Millennium whinnies and turns, slowing to blink at you. You hit the ground with a small ‘oof!’ knees bending to not topple over.
“Tadaaa!” You wiggle in the ever-corny jazz hands, watching his expression crinkle into a smile. His light chuckle makes you beam in pride.
“Woooow what an entrance.” Etho claps slowly, muffled by his fingerless gloves. It was almost sarcastic but it amused him nonetheless. “Almost makes up for the fact you're late- huh?” He prods, clearly in a teasing manner. You pout.
“Only by-” You check your watch. “Half an hour!” It's defensive, but you stick your tongue out to show no harm.
“Mhm, still late.” He turns sharply on his heels, now facing the portal. “We better start moving so we still have daylight!”
“It’s 9:30, plus we’re going to Hell- No sunlight there.” You quickly tie up Millennium, taking a tic to admire the build. Pacing quickly to catch up beside him, you note vaguely that he didn't move, instead throwing a coy smile (Hermits got used to only reading his eyes) down at you before stepping into the swirling purple depths. It was always nauseating, the world thrown off kilter and shapes fluttering behind your eyes. Then the pure heat- it prickles your palms immediately with sweat and makes you wipe them on your pants as you step out onto the odd red stone, slightly squishy under foot. It was an eyesore as always, the usual red cavern punctuated by glowing portals and scattered cobblestone paths.
“Sooooo.” You drawl, turning to face him- he looks odd in the environment. Pale skin and stark haired reflecting the orangish hues of ever-burning fire. Greens of his outfit reminding you much of the holiday season. “Lead the way captain.” You prompt- the notification of ‘Going deeper’ noting your lack of experience in this particular world. He chuckles, but sets off, picking around fires and large craters. You follow to a tee, analyzing the scenery in an attempt to memorize it for later. You've almost committed this well populated spawn area when a panicked scream breaks through the crackling silence. Jumping out of your skin you launch towards Etho- sword drawn. But that scream…It wasn't a ghast-
“NO NO IM SORRY I KNOW I FORGOT GOLD JUST SPARE A SCAR ONE SECOND!-” Hightailing from around a corner the offender nearly knocks into you, letting out a yelp. Scar’s eyes are wide, his expression that of pure terror, cheeks dusted in the same red dust as the scenery. A tic goes by as you open your mouth to speak, at the same moment he realizes you're friendly, dashing to cower behind you. The sound of a crossbolt loading pulls your attention from the man. The piglin snorts, eyes narrowed in bloodlust, weapon drawn as it searches for presumably Scar. Tattered tunic and scraped golden boots. You and Etho had planned accordingly- a gold dawning his boots as you opted for golden bracers- but a quick glance at Scar confirms he had in fact forgotten. Flicking your sword you swipe at the beast. Blade forcing it backwards. It squeals in surprise, having not seen you as a target. The crossbow rounds to your chest, you brace for pain. Then another blade cuts through the air. The piglin lets out one last squeal as it dissolves quickly into mist. Crossbow and leather toppling to the floor. You let out a breath and look to your savior with a pout.
“I totally had it handled!” You insist, poking him in the chest with a finger. It slides uselessly off of his iron chestplate. Etho blinks at you, then shakes his head.
“Uh no, you were totally doomed and in need of a strong PvPer to defend you.” his quirked head shows his comfortable ease, and it warms you that he liked bantering. Too bad you were about to murder him.
“Oh? Do you know one I can bring next time?” You ask, batting your eyelashes innocently. He gawks.
“Oohhh!-”
“This is fun and all but do you have any food and gold I can borrow?” You had forgotten about him. Turning to Scar you flash him a grin, digging in your pockets for food.
“Didn't expect to save a charming Scar this fine morning.” You chuckle, offering some of the steak you gathered to his shaking hands.
“Well I didn't expect to be in peril- I knew I had forgotten something!” He eagerly crams the food into his mouth, chewing as he talks around the bite. “Good thing Etho came to save me.” It's a tease- but you still squawk.
“hEY-!” The unholy noise grates your throat, and causes him to nearly choke on the mouthful, swallowing hard to avoid choking. His muffled giggles tug a smile to your lips. “You're an ass.” You spit, turning sharply away from him. “And to think I was going to share my bracers. Guess not!”
“Wa-Wait!” Scar stumbles to bump against your back, straightening himself to not invade your space too much. “You wouldn't leave a helpless scar all on his own?” His voice tilts into a whine, widening his eyes to plead. You scoff, gesturing vaguely to Etho.
“You have an Etho, isn't he enough for you?” You snark back, Scar is silent. He sulks to the Canadian, throwing an arm across his shoulder to begin his sales pitch.
“Ethhooo my buddy, you wouldn't happen to have some gold I could borrow?” Scar tries, offering a meek smile to the taller man. Etho hums, tilting his head to peer across the blazing landscape.
“Nope.” He pops the p, eyes squinting into what must've been a shit-eating grin. Scar groans, letting his knees buckle in exaggerated disappointment. Etho shifts to slow his descent, the uniformed man sliding helplessly to the red floor.
“Need me yet?” You call, shifting to spin and stare at the off pair. Scar groans again, but lifts his arms to grabby-hands. Splitting into a grin you trot towards him, sliding off one golden clasp. His fingers barely brush the surface before you snatch it away. “Nuh uh!- you gotta say I’m better than Etho.”
“Hey!” Now it was Etho's turn to protest, placing a hand on his hip. “You can't make Scar lie.”
“Then I guess he won't get any gold.” You shrug, Scar sputters. Using Etho as a pole to claw his way back up.
“Uh- I didn't say that, I think you're incredibly talented and definitely better than any old Etho.” He smiles, flashing his teeth. You hum now, swinging the gold bracer around. Scar winces every time it nearly slips from your grasp.
“Yea alright.” You toss the accessory and he lunges for it, fumbling for a few moments before managing a firm grasp.
“Oh thank you kind and generous-”
“Alright, that’s enough horsing around, we are already running behind schedule.” Etho interrupts, trotting back on path. You groan in childlike disobedience, but follow along. Scar stumbles to catch up.
“What are you guys doing?” He asks, keeping pace but tucking close to the protection of your side.
“Fetching wood.” You answer, giving him a nudge. “What were you up to?”
“Oh! Same here!” Scar answers confidently. You give him a once over. He doesn't appear to have even successfully made it to the biome, judging by the lack of mycelium on his boots. Raising an eyebrow skeptically he chuckles. “Well I was going to…”
“There's always space for another.” Etho butts in, clasping him on the shoulder. “Even if the role is just the goof.”
You giggle, causing Scar to shoot you a glare.
“I am more than just that!- I can be the entertainment, have you seen the most recent news about Mando?-”
You grin, a small excited noise leaving your throat. Etho groans loudly, retreating a safe distance to let you geek out. He knows the consequences of getting too close, being dragged into full body renditions of scenes.
Despite the blistering heat and hostile atmosphere, a few friends never fail to lighten the mood. You always feel safer when tucked between their shoulders, endless chatter filling the air. And maybe some shenanigans and mishaps occur along the way- but that's the fun of HermitCraft.
#hermitcraft#hermitcraft x reader#hermitcraft fandom#hermitblr#atlas writes#hermitcraft fic#hc s10#hc s10 spoilers#goodtimeswithscar#gtws hermitcraft#gtwscar#gtws#gtws x reader#ethoslab#hermitcraft etho#etholabs#etho x reader
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do you ever think about whatever the hell is going on with Impulse and Etho in the life series. like what is up with that
imagine you're ethoslab and you're playing this new death game for the first time. people are making alliances, and there's a war brewing- you know what side you're on. You're with the King, you are one of his men, and you live in a wool castle with your ally, the closest to you if only due to physical proximity. he doesn't come home a lot, but that's fine. You're still close.
Then the castle burns, more than once, and you really should have expected that. With time you'll start seeing burning houses as a sign, maybe a metaphor, but not now. You aren't yet aware of your penchant for bases susceptible to fire. You're more worried about your things.
Then the war hits, and you're not sure when, but you realize this guy- the one who was on your side, the one who lived with you- has turned on you. Is it turning on you if he was never on your side at all? But you thought you were friends, so it kind of hurts when he's the one who takes your last life.
The second time you do this he's not your friend at all- he chose the south, and that's alright with you. Your team is, frankly, the best. You have a best friend who might be something more, and though you have no castle, he helps you build a snow fort. Things are good. Then they aren't so good anymore, but you make them good again, even if at the expense of your other teammates. To you he matters more, so you keep him close.
You don't think of him much, the guy who betrayed you and killed you. Maybe you should have, but you have better this time.
Until he helps spawn that wither, and then it all comes crashing down, and in the end you choose being a survivor over being a friend. In the end, you can't give your life to a dead man. In a way, he killed you again.
The third time you don't quite believe it when your best friend is soulbound to him. Your best friend says they're happily married; you ask him if he's sure, he says of course he's sure, and that's how he takes you best friend from you twice.
You're not sad with your soulbound- it's a new experience, you never talked to him much before. This time your ally is the one who builds a base. No one wastes any time in pointing out how flammable it is. You both know it will burn soon enough.
But when it does you burn the whole world down with it, and in the end you both team up with your best friend and the one who killed you in more ways than one. You think he's happy, though. You kind of wish he weren't.
They betray you again. The portal's trapped, it couldn't have been anyone but them. It feels fitting, that you burn too. It's the third time he takes your life.
(If you asked he would tell you it wasn't them- your best friend would tell you they would never, and you'd believe the latter but not the former. You never ask.)
The two of you are there for the fourth round, too. By now you know how these games work. You ally with the people you were with when you truly first met your best friend, except this time he isn't there.
This time, you look at him- at the man who's killed you twice, now- and he looks back. You know he's not sorry. You aren't either.
He asks you about your cows, if you want to combine forces. You aren't fully sure what it means when you accept it, this feeling you get, but it doesn't feel wrong when you're allies. You know what he is- he's one to play from all sides, he's a traitor, he's your ally, he's the one with the backup plan, he's the reason you've died so many times. He's resourceful, he's smart, he's tricky, he's the type to pretend he's less than he is.
You can never fully trust him, but vaguely, you know he doesn't want that. You cheer for him, when he's the last of your team standing.
You aren't sure what to think of him, when you see him in the fifth game, but you know and he knows, so you guess it's fine.
#impulsesv#impulse#etho#ethoslab#trafficblr#life series#ecstra explosions#I FORGOT MY GODDAMN WRITING TAG#uhhhh. fuck it new one#ecstra content#that'll do. proabably#anyway this got a littls out of hand I had Not meant to make it dramatix but I think that one Bee fic with cleo and etho changed my brain-#-chemistry so you get this! I guess!#not sure if it's read more worthy but I hate clogging dashes so#anyway I find it crazy no one talks about them. like girl what. how are you not seeing all this#shoutout to The People for being my most based friend ever and also thinking about them
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GENRE: i don't know... neutral ig? | first pov!
FEATURED: joel - expected.
WARNINGS: ooc
PROMPT: there's this man in etho's dreams, but he can't figure out why he is there
WORD COUNT: 890
Whenever I slept, I always had the same dream. It was of a male. The same male.
A male with brunette hair, a kelly green streak striking through his strands, umber eyes that glowed unwildly.
He always did the same thing.
He guided me to a table - a table that sat in a void, a void of nothingness. It was just us and that table. He would let me sit down on one chair first. The pillows of the chairs were soft, comforting to the point that you could easily sink into its fabric and wish to never leave it.
Then, the male with the kelly green streak would sit down at the other end, fiddling with the cream coloured cloth that sat atop of the hand-made tables rough surface, situating the folds and the corners to a smooth point for only just a minute, until he quietly hums to himself in approvement then he leans one arm onto the table. Elbow against cloth, his chin rest lightly, cupped in the palm of one of his hands.
His umber eyes strikes with piercing emotions I could never quite decipher, there was an edge to them I didn't quite understand, an unrecognisable feeling that didn't really sit well in my heart.
His lips would move. Words flow majestically like someone reading the most perfect poetry imaginable. But I could never hear what he was saying, except his words made my heart beat... in fear? Excitement? Sadness, or anger? I wasn't sure.
I was never sure, and I doubt these repeated dreams would ever let me be so. But by reading the movements of his lips, I can only see the pronunciation of my name. "Etho," he always called out.
It made me curious to what stories this stranger I thought I didn't know was saying, always causing me to lean forward in my seat, yet as I do, in synchronisation like the tidal waves of the sea, he moves back against his seat further more.
Arms then crossing over one another, a grin - one that would be unsettling to most, but in a strange way, I would find it comforting in a sickening sense that no person should - rests comfortable along his facial features.
This male would laugh minutes afterwards. Head rising up, leaning against the chair rest. His figure jolts to the chorus of his laughter. I would always wonder what exactly his laugh sounded like. Was it nice? Or perhaps was it manic? There are so many pitches that this male could possibly pull through by just his looks and actions.
By the time his laughter calms like the ocean during summer hours, he would have a hand beside him, his focus reels next to him, and his lips would move like as though he was talking to someone. Whenever I looked over, no one was there.
It was just us, the table set, and this lonesome void. Nothing and nobody else existed. No memories and no places to be.
It was us, and just us...
At that same time, food would appear on the table. The man with the kelly green streak would push a plate towards me, an assortment of food lies piled up so neatly. Meat and vegetables coloured together like the most beautiful art piece you can ever land your eyes upon. I was almost always too scared to pick up a fork and eat it, ruining the precious patterns.
The smell always reeled me in either way. Each smell was fresh and better than the previous bites I dig into, same with the tasts, and as I eat, I look up to see the same man joining me. The way he eats his food always makes me want to laugh. This male who gave off the vibes of a king, or perhaps a deity, was suddenly washed upon like a young child, tending to separate individual food with one another, giving looks of disgust to one half of his plate whilst the other half he couldn't help but dig in and eat very messily with.
That grin of his softened as soon as the fork met his tongue. His eyes would scrunch closed. The look reminded me of a puppy when they get head pats in the morning.
Perhaps I found it cute. Something that seems uncharacteristically for this male I dreamed of quite often.
And when food time was over, so was the dream. I could feel my body move without control, I try every time to pull at the strings of my body to sit back down. I wanted to learn more about this man I dream of every time I close my eyes to sleep.
My head would knock towards his. The male would wave at me, and I sent the same gesture back. He would say a short sentence to me. A sentence of three words or perhaps it four or five, but I never know what they quite were nor what was it I ever replied with back to the man, because by then, time is up, and I would awaken once again to begin my day and long for the dream that never seems to change.
I see this man in my dreams, but I can never find out the explanation as to why he is always there.
#oneshot#character joel and character etho#joel smallishbeans#ethoslab#ethoslab fanfiction#smallishbeans fanfiction#smalletho fanfic#smalletho#smallishbeans#double life#hermitcraft#hermitcraft 10
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I drew were I think Joel and Lizzie’s fragments would apear. I know they don’t actually glow out of cloathing/shoes— but I wanted to show where they were. (Yes they are falling in the void, shhh it can be different colors they are glowing.)
Explanation;
Lizzie has two fragments, one from last life and one from secret life. I hc that she fragments more easily and hers are much larger than pretty much anyone else’s. (Other than mumbo)
Her fragment from last life is on her back for the amount of times she was backstabbed/ betrayed in the series. (Obviously I couldn’t draw her back and her face so.. too bad-?) but I imagine that the fragment covers the majority of her back.
The fragment from secret life is on her face almost like tears. This was the heartbreak of no one coming to her party, and how the rest of her series played out after that was quite tragic to be fair, she never really got any revenge or closure.
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Joel are e v e r y w h e r e.
He’s been on every series and never won so he’s just got a bunch. Most of his fragments are small because I don’t think the watchers would get much from him. The only times they get to feed off of him is usually because of the loss of his wife, only sometimes from a team mate. He isn’t usually close to people in most series, just causing chaos.
3rd life’s fragment is on his foot. I did this because of the kinda funny way he dies trying to put the fire on his house out but dies in the process. So yeah— he kinda just stepped in the fire. (Fairly small fragment cause he ain’t got no friends)
Last life is the neck because of how he always had it out for people, putting a target on him. (Again no friends except for scar but they barely counted as allys) ((lmao I didn’t know where to put this one really ))
Double life is his hand. I did this because boat boys and it’s like he’s rowing the boat (idk that’s my reasoning) I imagine Etho has one on the opposite hand because they are rowing the boat together <3 ( you get it right? They both have an oar to row the boat with) This was the first time Joel has a meaningful alliance, and it’s bigger than the first two fragments.
Limited life is his chest/heart. I felt that this was when Joel had the biggest connection with his team and was completely distraught when Jimmy died. The watchers were eating that shit UP. ( the fragment reaches out to his arm that’s why it looks like there’s six. I totally DIDNT make a random one somehow and am making an excuse for it being there)
Secret life is on his face, matching his wife, how cute. This was because of all the heartbreak he endured in the episodes including and following the wither-warden battle. He loses Lizzie, Jimmy, and mumbo all in one day and then on the last episode is the reason that Scott is able to kill Bdubs when he accidentally shot him. Overall just real sad times for him. And not even that— he dies to Scott once again, the one person he wanted dead the entire episode.
His fragments grow larger each season as he grows closer to the other players.
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Edit— yes I know the fragments don’t look how they do canonically, but they look cool so shhhh. Also the ones I said are small but don’t look small in the picture, also just mistakes.
#eyes and ears#life series#traffic smp#secret life smp#mcyt#mcytblr#mcyt fanart#trafficblr#traffic series#ldshadowlady#smallishbeans#eaefragments#eyesandears
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Ice Creams of Divorce
Characters: Bdubs, Cleo, Scar, Etho
Wc: 920
Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt 244, “Critical Ice Cream”
Ao3: Here!
“Mhmm,” Bdubs exaggerated delight with a mouthful of ice cream. “Delicious, right Cleo?”
Cleo didn’t respond. Bdubs turned to his left and they were glaring daggers at Etho from across the table. Etho, on his part, was bent towards the table trying to bring the ice cream to his face, but every time he moved the spoon closer, Cleo’s face hardened.
“Mom,” he whined. “The ice cream’s good, right?”
Cleo glanced at Bdubs and let out a small smile. “Of course, Bdubs.” Then looked back at the odd one out and continued frowning.
“Yes, Bdubs,” Scar said, across the table with his mouth full. “The ice cream is delicious. But it would be even better without Mister Deadbeat over there.”
“Come on, guys! He’s trying to reach out! Right dad?” Etho tried to speak but Bdubs continued. “Look! He’s here!”
“Yes, Bdubs, and that’s exactly the problem.”
“But! You guys were all in for the idea of inviting him! And it was all VERY civil during the meal! No one clawed the other’s eyes out! It makes no sense!”
“Oh, that was before dessert.” Scar said nonchalantly and Cleo nodded firmly, like that made any sense.
“So what!”
“I…” Etho spoke up, and all the eyes turned to him. He gulped, audibly. “I think I should probably… get going now.”
“What! No, dad!”
“Oh?” Cleo raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms. “Is your little friend group calling? Asking when you’ll stop ‘babysitting’?”
Bdubs gasped. “Oh, don’t you speak of TIES like that! They’re great people, I’ll have you know!”
Cleo and Scar looked at him and then at each other. He couldn’t read their minds but he didn’t like whatever was happening, no siree!
“Right… Scar, could you and Bdubs go for a walk?” they said, eyes never leaving Etho.
“Gladly!” Scar said, pushing his chair back. A crash followed. Scar looked down and pouted. “Awe, my cane, not again.”
Bdubs wanted to say ‘told you so’ but he didn’t think it would be the best idea.
Still, he muttered, “Told you not to hook it on the chair.”
Scar was close enough to hear him, but he clearly ignored it. Or maybe he was just too focused on trying to get his cane from the floor that he didn’t listen. He was like that.
He should help him get it.
At once, it hit Bdubs. “Wait, no!” Eyes on him again. He corrected his tone. “What about we don’t go?”
Bdubs could probably count the amount of hairs on Cleo that turned gray in the length of the conversation.
“Pray tell, why would you not?”
“Because you would kill him and he couldn’t defend himself! No offense Etho.”
“None taken, sadly.” His voice grew sad. “I’ve already been called washed up and past my prime—”
“That’s a lie!”
“—Cleo would kill me instantly. I’ve accepted it.”
“Look at what you did!” Bdubs said to his mom. “The comment still hurts him!”
“I never said he was washed up! Everyone else said that but me!” They tried to defend themself but the cards weren’t in their favor.
“Clockers! Etho!” Scar said suddenly. He was already standing, cane in hand. When did he pick it up? “We’re getting too off-topic now! Come on, Bdubs.”
“Nuh-uh, I’m not going anywhere.”
“Bdubs…” Scar said with a threatening voice.
“I wanna hear what mom’s gonna say.”
Cleo sighed. “Take a seat Scar. Finish your ice creams.”
Bdubs had completely forgotten about it, and by the looks of it, so had Scar. Both scoops had already half-melted.
“Look, Etho… I hate putting the children in the middle of this—”
Bdubs wanted to retort that he wasn’t a child. So he did. They all ignored him.
“But if you want to be present in their lives, we could strike up an arrangement. Won’t suddenly drop Bdubs on you nor will you visit unannounced. You could call ahead and decide when to see them. That could be a thing. Nothing’s stopping you.
“If, however,” she continued, “you’re gonna be an absent father, could you be at least absent?”
The room grew dead silent.
Then, cackling.
“Oh my god.” Scar said as he laughed.
A puff of air escaped Bdubs. Then, he felt something start to rise to his throat, stuck there for a second.
And it escaped.
Bdubs laughed.
His eyes closed and he didn’t hear his parents join in, but their exhales felt less tense now. Almost fond.
After a bit, they stopped laughing. The air was silent, but no longer thick. Bdubs looked at his dad.
Etho breathed, then said, “Yeah I would… I think I would like that. The first thing. If Scar doesn’t mind. I know he hates me.”
“And that won’t change any time soon,” Scar said like a reminder. “But whatever makes Bdubs happy. Just remember, you mess with one of us, you mess with all, Mister Slab. Clockers stay together above it all. Remember that.”
Etho nodded firmly. “I will.”
“Oh, one more thing,” Cleo said. “You can’t take Bdubs to your crew of friends. I don’t trust they’re good role models for him.”
“Mom!”
Etho hummed. “You know, yeah, I see what you mean.”
“WHAT.”
“We’re a bit rowdy,” he added thoughtfully.
Cleo groaned. “Don’t ever say that again or I’ll rescind the invitation.” They rested their arms on the table. “So, are we on the same page?”
Etho looked at Bdubs, then at Scar. Then, back at Cleo. And with determination in his voice, “Yes. We are.”
#fff244#trafficfic#limited life#trafficblr#the clockers#bdoubleo100#gtwscar#zombiecleo#ethoslab#my writing
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BigB and Joel Secret Life Ep 1 commentary:
lskdfj BigB charming Scar and then telling him that he only wants him for his diamonds.
Jimmy: "Your challenge is to get someone to fall in a hole, right?"
BigB: "You in particular. You're right on time."
Jimmy: ":'D??"
BigB making Jimmy turn around and then hiding under a ledge and you can hear him trying to muffle his giggling...
<3 Sharing gold with Grian, the sweetness of Grian chirpily calling him "B" when he comes around the corner. BigB all "I'm going to get a very nice iron chestplate like you." We love chill secret soulmates hanging out.
The incredible amount of gaslighting BigB does this episode, it's just... It's SO much funnier seeing this from his POV, because originally I thought he was just being secretive because he was still under the oath. But no, he's freed from his secretkeeping requirements... he's just Like That for no reason. crying.
BigB: "If you want to use the secret tunnel, just ask."
Grian: "??? I did ask? You said no?"
BigB: "I changed my mind."
Grian: "WHAT??"
BigB: "That's all you need to know."
Grian: "What."
skldjf it really does keep going. This was in Grian's POV too but I can't emphasize enough how much funnier it is knowing BigB is free to reveal but just... won't.
Scar: "Are you the one who made the big hole?"
BigB: "No."
Grian, losing his entire mind because they just had a conversation about the hole like 30 seconds ago: "?!?!?"
BigB: "I didn't do it. There is no hole here."
Scar: "... I went down and there's an enormous hole here."
BigB: "I didn't do it. It was Jimmy."
Grian: "????"
Love them.
Hold on hold on hold on. BigB, are you seriously dropping "My base is going to be a corridor of doors" with no context and you're just brushing past that like that doesn't sound unnecessary and insane.
His base is so creepy, he's just got double doors all the way down the wall slkdfj. He wants to run an underground hotel. No one is making him do this. This is a death game. BigB, what on earth?
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?????? Joel's task was to find the worst time to plug Life series merch? I like how he read that and immediately refused to plug merch for the next several minutes. There's not even a penalty for plugging it appropriately, he's just stubborn.
Joel screaming and running towards a baby zombie while spitting the fastest possible Life merch promotion and taking random swings and covering his screen with big moving Sale stickers and blinky text and explosions... He understood his job.
Lizzie @ her husband: "My heart is worth more than a porkchop and a feather."
Lizzie, within earshot of Joel, who is a beaten-up porcupine after taking 4.5 hearts of non-regenerating damage while protecting his wife from skeletons: "Thank you, Pearl :)"
"Screw tools."
I'm very excited Joel made a big deal about assigning his water bucket to his 9th inventory slot "for the rest of its days," because I know I had a moment in one of my 'fics where he mentions he has a preferred placement for his water bucket but I couldn't be bothered to watch back and see if that was true sdljkf. This works great.
Already pointed this out in my Etho POV commentary but <3 Joel meandering up to Etho like "Remember Boat Boys? Surely that's worth a heart." / Etho: "You own my heart, Joel."
I enjoyed the dramatic music he played while building his fence
"Nighttime is pretty good to get people in inappropriate situations." Joel???
Joel, screeching and flailing and trying to kill multiple creepers that he personally lured in: "Make sure you buy the merch, Mumbo!!! Just make sure you buy it!!" / Mumbo: "???"
Joel getting back up to 30 hearts for about .5 seconds before dropping back down... Poor sad boy.
Spider had an effect so that's probably our full moon night; good to know for my "full moon strengthens mob hybrid traits" fanfic worldbuilding. In Double Life we normally had the full moon early in the week so maybe we'll have it pretty late in this one?
Joel ripping a flower away from two bees that were using it
Lizzie: "Fabulous behind!" / Joel: "???"
sdlkfj Martyn's despair when he falls off Mumbo's house and takes damage is somehow so much funnier from Joel's perspective... he sounds SO brokenhearted
I appreciate how Joel suspected Impulse's task was to get other people to put cherry petals / cherry saplings in their base so he immediately tried skewing this to his advantage by requiring payment
I will be interested to see if the players end up calling people out on their tasks or not, because there were definitely a few times tasks seemed pretty obvious (like Lizzie's poem) and there doesn't seem to be a penalty for calling someone out incorrectly. I wonder if they're just playing nicey-nice for now. Will be interesting to see if they start turning each other in later in the series.
#Secret Life#trafficblr#Joel Smallishbeans#bigbst4tz2#Grian#Lizzie LDShadowLady#EthosLab#Boat Boys#secret soulmates#Secret Life SMP#Secret Life spoilers#mcyt#Secret Life SMP spoilers#traffic life smp#traffic spoilers#Riddle watches Traffic#BigB
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Who are some people you want Jimmy to interact with more? Like I've seen people want Jimmy to interact with Pearl or Etho (ngl I really want Jimmy and Etho to team up in the next life series lol)
T.... Tango..............
Okay, rancher brainrot aside. If Jimmy, Grian, and Pearl all teamed up it would be nice. Jimmy interacts with Grian a lot already, but I think it would be fun to see the three of them interact.
I'd like Jimmy and Impulse or Jimmy, Impulse, and Skizz to get stuck in a room together for a few sessions, too. Skizz seems like he has a very strong idea of what he thinks makes Jimmy great and Impulse would probably go dad mode. Honestly Impulse, Jimmy, and Grian too, cause it would just be single dad trying to keep his single braincell between them kids from killing each other. Jimmy and Impulse together, with maybe one more person, basically, not the big group that the southlanders were. You know what, if anyone could keep Jimmy alive I trust Impulse to do it, somehow.
Etho and Jimmy would be funny too. They seem to have become friends thanks to the boat boys and ranchers.
Jimmy does a good job at hanging out with different people every season so I'm sure he'll end up teaming up with mostly new people. The combo I'll never get, though. is Keralis, xB, and Jimmy... He would be crying on the phone asking his mum to pick him up, I think, and I'm sad it will never happen.
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The tunnels.
They stretch on and on for miles under the earth, corridors upon corridors of frozen memories, lost in time.
Tango knows them like his own ten fingers. He has been stuck there for years. Ever since that research expedition gone wrong.
Pearl,Zedaph,Doc,Etho,Ren. All gone. He was the only one that survived.
He knows how to find food, how to avoid the dangers. He looks at the photograph he keeps in his pocket. A tear drop falls from his eye as he looks at himself in the picture. So happy,exited to do something in the name of good science. He misses the warm laughter of his friends. He misses the sun.
A noise snaps him out of it. His ears perk up, realising that the noise came from nearby. Then he looks down at his feet. There’s a footprint. It’s not a ravager’s or his own. It’s a bird’s. His breath gets caught in his throat.
“Hello?” A voice calls
Tango looks around, and finds that in one of the spaces under him there’s an avian. He’s blond, and his wings are a warm yellow, contrasting the cold blue ice.
“Hello!” Tango calls back, flinching at how rusty he sounds. He hadn’t spoken to anyone in so long. “Give me a moment!”
He jumps down, making the avian yelp. “It’s okay! I won’t hurt you” he said.
“You live here?” The avian asked
“Kinda” Tango chuckled sadly “I was from a research expedition. And it kind of went south”
“Oh.” The avian nodded “I just fell into the entrance by accident while looking for a lost cow and then it closed and now I’m stuck”
“I’m Tango, by the way”
“I’m Jimmy”
“Nice to meet you. Now let’s try to get us out of this hell”
—-
And so, they became friends. Tango taught Jimmy how to survive, everything he learned himself. Jimmy was thankfully a fast learner, and revealed that he was from a place called “Empiria”, and that he was the local so called sheriff, and that he had a sister, Lizzie.
Tango liked having company. After so many years, it felt so good.
He told Jimmy his story. He cried.Jimmy didn’t judge him. He just held Tango closer.
Then there was the feather. Jimmy said it was a tradition, but didn’t explain further. He just plucked out one of his feathers and tied it to a rope and gave it to Tango. Tango accepted the gift.
——
And they found an exit. It was a nether portal.
“I think you can find your way from here” Tango said “you go through the portal and fly as fast as you can”
“Aren’t you coming?” Jimmy’s voice trembled slightly
Tango paused. He looked into Jimmy’s chocolate brown eyes
“I don’t think the tunnels will let me go. I mean, look at me, I’m not myself anymore.” He pointed at his hair, blue with frost, and his now pale bluish purple eyes.
“I don’t care. I want you to be free as well.” There were now tears in Jimmy’s eyes.
Tango put a hand on Jimmy’s cheek, pulled him close.
It was a sad, sweet kiss.
“Go.” Tango whispered, now crying as well “Please.”
Jimmy hugged him one last time.
Then he went trough.
Tango just watched for a few seconds. Then, shrugging off his coat, jumped in as well.
The spirits watched them in silence, disappearing with relief, finally capable of moving on.
In that split second of emptiness in the space Jimmy once filled, Tango realised: 'what does he have to lose?' His friends are gone. He's hardly living down in the tunnels.
With Jimmy, he felt emotions he thought he'd never feel again. He was actually living, not just focused on his survival. Sure, it had been harder fending for the two of them instead of him alone, but it was worth the effort.
Why shouldn't be take this risk? He never used to be afraid of them before. (That's how he got into this mess after all.)
He doesn't feel the comforting blanket of spirits over his shoulders, protecting him from the tunnels as he leaves. He doesn't need to. He'll always carry them with him.
He should've known Jimmy wouldn't take his advice too. He's still standing before the portal, staring at it like he's mourning. He startles when Tango steps out. Then gasps. Then flings his arms around him in a hug.
Tango jokes they won't be able to travel as fast on Tango's stumpy legs. Jimmy hits him in the arm and pulls him even closer.
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“So I’m beginning to think I’m the problem,” Impulse says, and given Bdubs didn’t even know he was there it makes him jump a bit.
“Hey! Don’t sneak up like that! We were just playing a death game, don’t go standing in my blind spot!” Bdubs shouts, pointing as he does.
Impulse snorts. “I think you’d recognize someone stabbing you in the back either way. I know I would.”
Bdubs scowls. “Hey!” He’s ready to defend himself—he’d have you know he didn’t stab nobody in the back this time around! He was loyal to Cleo and Scar until the end, no matter how many jokes about Etho they made! And, you know, just because he wanted Etho to be with him too—wanted TIES back because so screw him maybe he regrets Team BEST a little—wanted, wanted, wanted, wanted—
Bdubs pauses. Bdubs closes his mouth again and thinks.
“What do you mean, you’re the problem?” he says, instead of any of that.
Impulse shrugs lightly. “I mean, this time, it wasn’t you who betrayed me. No clocks involved at all, just good-old-fashioned letting down my guard. Stupid me, right?”
Bdubs frowns harder. “That’s stupid,” he declares.
“I killed you by the way,” Impulse adds. “I know it was unclear. I was excited about it.”
“Oh, yeah, I know, I figured out afterwards, really rude of you, you know, I was fighting someone else. Basically kill stealing. I’m impressed. Good job.”
Impulse blinks. “Thank you?” he says.
“You’re welcome!” Bdubs says.
“You were supposed to—”
“You aren’t a problem, you’re a solution,” Bdubs says, finally having figured out his response to the earlier statement. “Oh, by the way, Mom carved some new stuff on your clock. She called me her favorite.”
“None of what you just said makes sense,” Impulse says, frustrated. “Don’t you get it? I finally got back at you and I’ve realized that fine, I don’t need to blame you for stabbing me, apparently it’s my fault!”
“Hey! Don’t take away my brilliant decision-making skills! I stabbed you in the back perfectly on my own, thank you very much. And I stabbed no one in the back this time. I—I—you made it to the top two for team BEST you know! I mean, TIES? Don’t ask me questions.”
Impulse stares at Bdubs for a while. Bdubs stares back. He’s very handsome. Perfect to go with someone like himself. They were the most handsome soulmates, back when they did that, and now—
“You know what, I’ll never understand you,” Impulse says.
“That’s good. I’m trying not to allow that. People are looking right now and I’ve gone to great effort to hide everything that makes me understandable, this go around. I think what’s in my head should stay secret.”
“This was pointless,” Impulse says. “Why did I come over here? This hasn’t made me feel any better at all.”
“…I could give you a clock,” Bdubs murmurs.
Impulse laughs, and laughs, and laughs at that. Bdubs doesn’t think it was very funny, but to tell the truth, no matter how much he’s acting to hide the thoughts he would hope no one saw, he doesn’t find it very funny either. He just finds it sad.
Some things are just sad. He hates it.
He hates this.
He hates it.
It was a lot easier when it was easy not to care.
“You’ll get them next time,” Bdubs says. “You got me.”
“Hah,” Impulse says, wiping his eyes. “I guess I did.”
#limited life smp#impulsesv#bdoubleo100#a bee fic#wrote this instead of what I am supposed to be writing don’t kill me fellow bloodpact members#anyway I think they should talk about this but this turned into bdubs desperately deflecting instead#so here that is
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ethubs + 7? :D
handwritten / promised (x)
(2336 words) (help)
cw// suggestive (heavy making out whoops)
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Kings rise.
Empires fall.
There is no peace, even in the jungle.
***
It started with murmurs in hidden meeting rooms and messages passed back and forth between the resistance leader and his allies. They needed more firepower. They needed more assistance. The king had a whole court. What did the resistance have?
Not enough.
It started with a trek through the underbrush in a desperate search for the result of a dream. Etho had been quiet about where he was living now-- not even Bdubs knew. Etho offered safety and intelligence and skill. He offered knowledge.
If only they could find him.
It started with a discussion in a small hovel, three voices explaining their cause, one silent as he listened. The king is a tyrant, they told him. The king has gone mad, they said. The king’s claim must be removed, they declared. All they’d need in return is his assistance when requested, and the precious solitude of his hidden base.
Etho could provide them that.
***
The basement of the Monolith is chilly, though Etho’s jacket keeps him warm enough as he rifles through the few chests left unemptied. The last of his belongings are packed away in shulkers, ready to be moved out to his new location-- far away from the political strife wracking Hermit Village.
“Etho? ‘S that you?” a familiar voice calls from outside the poorly-hidden door.
Etho’s vulpine ears perk, angling toward the greeting. His tail swishes against the ground lightly as he immediately recognizes his visitor.
“Bdubs!” Etho calls back as he stands from his crouched position. “Come in!”
Bdubs is already halfway through the door as Etho turns around, his eyes conveying the warm smile his mask hides away.
“What’re you doing back here? I thought you’d moved out to the jungle!”
Though it's said with a light tone, Etho can feel the pang of sadness tied to each word.
“Er… Yeah. I have. I’m just picking up the last of my things, is all! Don’t worry, I’ll be outta you and Ren’s hair soon.”
Sure, the words may be loaded as his smile falters, looking down to close the final shulker.
“Oh, well. I mean-- Ren’s moved into the Crastle now, so it’d just be--” Bdubs halts, mouth hanging open for a moment before he continues. “Well, technically I guess it’d just be you.” He clears his throat. “I’ve, um. Moved into the Crastle, too. B-But! If you wanted to stay here, you could!”
“Nah, Bdubs, you know I need my own space. There’s no room for all my ideas here.” The shulkers are tucked away. “Plus, the jungle grass is always greener,” he jokes with a soft laugh, the corners of his eyes crinkling as his tail sways from one side to another.
“Yeah, yeah, you ‘n’ your grand plans,” Bdubs grumbles affectionately.
Etho lets out a chuff of laughter. “As if you’re any different, Kingmaker.” The title rolls off his tongue with ease. Where others might curl their lips around it as though it is poison, it almost sounds sweet in Etho’s mouth.
“I’m just doin’ what’s best for the server!” Bdubs stands a little taller with pride, though Etho’s gaze shifts to something almost despondent at the sight.
The distance between them is closed as Etho crosses the room tentatively, hesitating just in front of his…his Bdubs. “Some people disagree. Call him the Mad King…”
Bdubs’ nose scrunches up in distaste. “Bah! What do they know, huh? Ren’s doing great stuff!”
A slow exhale escapes Etho. “Just. Be careful, okay?”
Confusion crosses Bdubs’ face as he blinks up at Etho. “Yeah. Yeah, of course, Etho.”
Another moment of hesitation hangs heavy between them before Etho finally reaches up to his own face, peeling his mask down to press a soft kiss to Bdubs’ forehead.
I’m sorry.
***
Etho doesn’t speak to Bdubs much after that. A quick hello on the communicator on occasion. A horse left on Bdubs’ front step.
Bdubs speaks even less to Etho.
He’s probably busy, and Etho shouldn’t be fraternizing with him anyway. Bdubs is the enemy now.
The thought makes his stomach churn.
But he hears it over and over in Resistance meetings. The names Kingmaker and Hand thrown around with such disgust they may as well be curses. He hears of Bdubs’ devotion and loyalty and can only admire them. Even if it does burn in his chest to think too deeply on the implications of that devotion too long. Etho has heard Bdubs associated with distaste so often now it barely causes his ears to twitch anymore.
‘I know this must be hard,’ Impulse had said one night, and it’d taken everything in Etho not to snarl back that Impulse could never understand just how hard it is.
‘Yeah,’ was all Etho had managed back.
Time passes, and Etho wonders if he ever crosses Bdubs’ mind at all.
***
White locks of hair fall into Etho’s face as they loosen from the ponytail holding his overgrown hair back. The humid air of the jungle is something he’s used to, but it never stops making him sweat on the days where he labors over his builds. His mask traps the heat on his face, but with how volatile things have been as of late, he can’t risk an unannounced Resistance meeting catching him unaware. Impulse has swooped in from the sky without warning more than once already.
So, with the sun high and beating down on his back, it seems a perfect time to take a break. He wipes his hands on a nearby rag, redstone mixing with sweat on his bare arms as a reminder to properly clean up later. For now, though, he stretches his arms high over his head, his back arching as he walks toward his steadily expanding home.
The last thing he expects when he approaches his door is a barrel with a sign atop it.
ETHO.
His ears perk as he stares. Impulse was the type to hide a music disc inside with a message. Gem and Pearl would’ve left whatever items in his hidden mailbox for Resistance members only. Which only means… Ah. Someone else has finally found where he lives.
With narrowed eyes, he approaches, checking around for any signs of traps. His ears swivel, listening for any signs of people watching from the undergrowth, but all is normal. It’s… just a barrel with his name on it.
Shrugging to himself, he crouches down, his tail brushing the jungle floor. The barrel is opened, and the contents pulled out.
A clock. The time stopped at midnight.
Etho’s brows furrow, his ears flattening back. A clock. Bdubs is the only one who crafts clocks. Certainly the only one who’d gift a clock. Unless, of course, it was some kind of threat to Etho, but he doubts that considering… well… everything.
Running his fingers over the clock, however, he feels something scratched into the back. Flipping it over, it becomes clear what this is. Or, at least in part.
‘Crastle’ it reads in messy scratch. Handwritten.
A time. A place. A meeting.
***
The new moon hangs in the sky, hidden among countless stars. A good choice for a meeting Etho’s certain neither of them would want to be seen attending.
He rides in on a horse, black pelt nearly invisible in the darkness. Etho’s own hair and tail would be the most striking, but with barely enough light to see the path ahead, he doubts many would see him as more than a wolf in the woods.
Approaching the mountain upon which the Crastle towers, he can’t help but marvel at its beauty beneath the starlit sky. Everything Bdubs touches turns to gold. He’d said it once before, seasons ago, but it remains ever truer with each passing day.
His horse is left tied off at the base of the mountain, not suited to make the steep climb that awaits him. He pulls out his pickaxe and takes a deep breath of the cool air, the atmosphere in high contrast to that of the jungle.
An axe weighs heavy against his back. He knows very well this could be far more than just some clandestine meeting under cover of night.
He knows even better that he could never raise a blade against Bdubs.
***
“Bdubs,” he hisses into the dark as he hangs from the side of a balcony-- the only one illuminated by any light.
Silence greets him. Gritting his teeth, he adjusts his grip in the vines wrapped around his forearms and leans out to look at the moon.
Almost midnight.
. . .
“Etho?” a whisper finally greets back, followed shortly by the sound of boots against deepslate.
Bdubs. It’s Bdubs.
“Down here,” he says as he twists to face the balcony, tail lashing to keep his balance so he can pull himself up. He holds himself up against the railing, not wanting to cross the threshold without Bdubs’ invitation.
Etho didn’t realize how close Bdubs was to the railing, however, as he’s met immediately with Bdubs’ doe eyes mere inches from him.
“You actually came.”
The disbelief in Bdubs’ voice cuts Etho to the core. He tries a short laugh, tail swishing behind him a few times.
“Heh. Yeah. Was beginning to think you’d forgotten about me or something.”
A multitude of emotions cross Bdubs’ face in that instant, rolling like tumultuous waves before twisting over themselves and swallowing his expression whole. Bdubs looks as if he is drowning in them.
And then he is surging forward, hands reaching out, cradling Etho’s face to pull down his mask-- Etho’s breath hitches in surprise-- before his lips are on Etho’s in desperation.
If Etho weren’t perching over a deadly freefall, he’d melt into the kiss with reckless abandon. But instead, he hums softly into it, leaning into Bdubs while his hands grip tightly to the railing. He doesn’t allow himself to get lost in it-- not yet. But Bdubs’ hands are warm against his chilled face, and his lips soft and perfect as they lock against Etho’s.
But the kiss ends just as suddenly as it was initiated.
“You’re stupid if you think that,” Bdubs mutters against his mouth. “Thought about you every damn night.”
Etho would be lying if he said those words didn’t cause warmth to blossom in his chest.
“Well, I am the enemy, y’know,” he says, a facetious smile curling across his scarred mouth.
“Oh, shut up!”
Bdubs’ hands move down to Etho’s jacket, fists curling into fabric as the Kingmaker grips him tightly before helping to haul Etho onto the balcony in full.
“Y’know,” Etho starts, putting his hands over Bdubs’ before they can be pulled away. “At first I thought this might be a trap.” It hurts to admit, and the way his voice quiets gives it away. To think that Bdubs might do this just to catch him… just to make a dent in the Resistance…
His eyes betray what his words do not: I’m still not sure.
But Bdubs just steps closer still, gaze warm and affectionate as it meets Etho’s. “No. Never.”
“Promise?”
Etho doesn’t want to admit that his teasing smile is to hide his fears.
“I promise.”
It is the first time Etho has truly relaxed since all this began. And he relaxes right into Bdubs, dipping his head down to meet Bdubs in a kiss once again. He feels Bdubs’ grip on his jacket tighten, sending a chill through his veins. Etho’s hands release Bdubs’ to unbuckle the harness that keeps his axe secure, shimmying out of it and dropping it to the floor carefully-- just enough that the metal clinks softly against the stone.
That’s enough of a cue to Bdubs, who starts tugging Etho toward a pillar. The request is easy enough for Etho to fulfill, one hand cupping Bdubs’ face while the other finds his hip as he backs Bdubs against the column. Bdubs grunts softly but doesn’t dare break the kiss.
The pair’s lips move against one another hungrily, Etho quickly feeling greedy and tugging Bdubs’ bottom lip between his sharp teeth delicately. Bdubs gasps quietly as Etho breaks away to meet Bdubs’ needy gaze.
“I missed you,” Etho says in a low tone. It’d be a growl, if it weren’t so smooth.
“God, Etho. I missed you too,” Bdubs practically whines in return.
Etho’s eyes flicker across Bdubs’ face, committing each detail to memory. The starlight reflected in his deep brown gaze. The flush of his cheeks from the heat between them. The way his lips rest lightly parted, anticipating Etho’s-- ever patient.
And who is Etho to deny his silent request? Especially when it’s one so pretty.
Their lips lock together again, practiced kisses deepening with each moment until they are fully lost in one another, tongues and teeth familiar to each other. Etho presses against Bdubs, one hand reaching behind his neck for his fingers to find purchase in Bdubs’ curly hair. The other hand grips Bdubs’ hip tighter, enough that he wonders if there might be bruises in the morning. He doubts Bdubs would mind if there were.
And just as ravenously, Bdubs’ hands wander, unzipping Etho’s jacket to slide beneath. They roam his chest, his stomach, his hips-- pulling him closer-- before wrapping around to rake down Etho’s back. Etho presses him against the stone even harder, wanting nothing more than to be close to the man before him.
His mouth breaks away from Bdubs’ only to plant kisses along his jaw, tracing his jawline to his neck. Bdubs tilts his head to the side for Etho, who eagerly accepts the offering, tongue and teeth working to leave a mark. And then another. And another. Until Bdubs has a hand in Etho’s hair and is pushing him away just enough for his lips to brush against Etho’s ear.
“Stay with me tonight?” he mutters.
“Won’t your king be upset?” Etho murmurs back.
He can feel Bdubs smile against him.
“Tonight, my devotion is yours.”
#hermitshipping#ethubs#uuuhhhhhh ahahaha.... whoops i did it again#resistance au#i don't have much else to say except i may have been self indulgent in feeding my brainrot for this one#gestures vaguely#enjoy bestie#spooky.writing#fic#cw// suggestive#hc resistance au
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Heyyyyy so session 5 sure was a time SO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!
BOOGEYMAN 2 ELECTRIC BOOGALOO WITH TANGO OF THE TEK
Team Ties really woke up and chose violence this session
were they even trying to kill anyone? i think they just wanted chaos
TANGO BOOGEY TWICE IN A ROW HELL YEAH LET’S GO
TEAM BEST FLASHBACKS TEAM BEST FLASHBACKS
soooo Team Bites hmmm, let’s see how long that lasts
Skizz I’m sorry, but Bdubs betrayed y’all before in Last Life and he sure as hell will do it again
EVERYONE STEALS THE MEAN GILLS’ SUGARCANE LMAO
I think the whole reason Team Ties blew up the bread bridge was because they had too much TNT and all of them are obsessed with blowing shit up
Like they didn’t go for anyone’s actual bases, they weren’t trying to destroy resources, and they weren’t trying to kill anyone
motherfuckers just wanted to make things go boom
AND I AM IN FULL SUPPORT OF THAT WOO GO TEAM TIES
Tango’s toaster PSA caught me so off guard WHO GAVE HIM THAT IDEA?!?!? WHY IS HE LIKE THIS?!?!?
the fact that Tango had already accepted that their tower was gonna get destroyed, mans may be insane but he’s fair that’s for sure
awwwwww them chanting MVP to Etho is so sweet
tango’s the server resident professional warden wrangler now
good to know Tango still remembers every person that’s wronged him
TANGO FINALLY GOT REVENGE ON BDUBS FOR LAST LIFE HAHAHAHA WOOOOOOO ABOUT FUCKING TIME!!!! >:D
also Tango getting an effective trap out of tnt minecarts is character development, good for him! :D
soooo does Tango have the most time out of everyone on the server now?
team bites did not last long askdghajsghkjadkdsak
Nosy Neighbors and Team Ties becoming allies is not something I expected to happen, but it is very welcomed
Team Ties are actually pretty great to have as allies as long as you don’t spite them, then honey you got a big storm coming
THE SATISFACTION I FELT WHEN TANGO BROUGHT UP LAST LIFE TO BDUBS IS IMMESURABLE HELL YEAH BABY REVENGE IS SWEET
Jimmy “sad boi” Solidarity everyone
Love how Jimmy spends most of Limited Life acting as though he’s in a Let’s Play series
mans is in the middle of a death game and he’s like “Alright gang, today we’re getting sheep!”
gotta love how the title for “most antagonistic team on the server” keeps bouncing between the Bad Bois and Team Ties
Flower Husbands and their never-ending divorce
bye bye bad bois bread bridge
why is Joel specifically blaming Tango akjfjhdkasghkadjs
it’s hilarious how they’re all questioning why Team Ties blew up the bread bridge when the actual answer is probably “they like blowing things up”
no thoughts, head empty, just boom boom
WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT GRIAN’S ALLIANCE WITH SKIZZ THAT SEEMS LIKE IT SHOULD BE IMPORTANT IS IT STILL INTACT???
BRUH JIMMY IS SO EMOTIONALLY ATTACHED TO THAT FROG DO YOU HEAR HIS VOICE GODDAMN
awwww judge judy and executioner jumped to Jimmy that’s cute
PEARL NO
poor judge judy and executioner :(
Grian is so appalled at the carrot cake oh my gosh
GRIAN CALLING THE FROG CONFLICT A SIDE PLOT, THAT’S CANON
dude Grian is so done with everything
the Bad Bois and the Clockers are family now, this family tree is wack
Scar you can’t call them Boomers when Bdubs was literally on a team called the Boomers on Hermitcraft with Impulse and Tango
AMAZING HOW THE BAD BOIS WENT INTO THE TIES BASE AND JOEL AND JIMMY HAD NO IDEA WHY
this is why we all think Grian’s gonna betray them
GRIAN’S SHEER PANIC WHEN GETTING ATTACKED BY THE ENDERMAN MY MAN WAS LOSING HIS MIND
everyone is so nonchalant about reds this season
Zombiecleo watches her children make poor decisions for 40 minutes
Cleo packing snacks for Bdubs and Scar and then sending them to be supervised elsewhere is so funny
sending them to Etho was probably not a great idea though considering Team Ties need supervision themselves
they don’t have any which is why they’re constantly going off the rails
LMAO CLEO OVERHEARD TEAM BITES ENTIRE CONVERSATION
I LOVE THE SUBTITLES THAT CLEO PUTS IN HER VIDEOS THEY’RE SO FUNNY
ooooooooh Bdubs is in troubleeeeee
it really does feel like he’s being scolded by his mother LMAO
Scar really decided to make up a whole ass holiday and not tell anyone else on the server except for his family and only to give them presents
BDUBS WHAT DO YOU MEAN ETHO STARTED SMOKING HELLO???
love how aware Cleo is of whatever the fuck is going on with Bdubs and Etho throughout the life series
THE ENDERMAN ARE REALLY GOING OFF THIS SESSION
honestly i think Cleo dislikes Team Ties because of Etho and Etho specifically, like she seems pretty chill with Tango
“if you’re gonna be an absent father could you at least be absent” GOES SO HARD HOLY SHIT CLEO GO OFF QUEEN
Bdubs is so close to being disowned by his family
CLEO AND SCAR KNOWING FULLY WELL THAT BDUBS IS ABOUT TO BE BOOGEY KILLED AND SAYING ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO HIM
whelp Team Bites is dead
THE AWKWARD FAMILY DINNER OH MY FUCKING GOD
“Bdubs, how was your day?” Etho asks fully aware that his teammate blew Bdubs up because of Boogey and a two season long grudge
“This episode is weirder than the one with the fever” IT REALLY IS
ETHO DIDN’T EVEN FLINCH WHEN BDUBS PLACED THAT TNT DOWN MANS JUST CARRYING ON AS IF NOTHING HAPPENED
“wth is this dynamic?” YOU TELL ME CLEO YOU’RE THE ONE PLAYING INTO IT DON’T ACT LIKE YOU AREN’T
mom and dad are fighting
WHY ARE THEY PLAYING CATCH WITH A TNT MINECART WHAT IS WRONG WITH THEM
“sometimes children only learn the hard way” THEY NEVER LEARN
i don’t even think Etho was trying to kill them, all of them are just insane
this is the reason that skizzle didn’t go red first, THIS IS THE REASON
Etho is definitely losing the custody battle
CLEO’S PANIC UPON HEARING SCAR’S ABOUT TO GO RED
i’m getting flashbacks with “the red army rises” goddammit
what the fuck is wrong with Skizz
In conclusion, next session is gonna be WILD
#team ties are slowly also becoming theatre kids#actually they're just crazy#same thing#this session was fun though#the next one is gonna go off the rails#i'm slightly worried#limited life spoilers#limited life smp#limited life#24lsmp#limlsmp#traffic life smp#traffic life series#team ties#clockers#bad bois#tangotek#jimmy solidarity#zombiecleo#bdubs#goodtimeswithscar#ethoslab#skizzleman#grian#joel smallishbeans#judge judy and executioner
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The other day you were talking about how you wanted to incorporate Mean Gills at some point so that got me thinking about how the story could progress and have the teams of the other series.
(If you’ve already thought about this or don’t like the idea absolutely no problem, this is your AU and your opinions come first! I just had these thoughts so I thought I’d share)
WARNING LIGHT ANGST BUT I TRY TO MAKE IT ALL BETTER
Before the big battle between our main crew and Dogwarts (which I’m assuming happens?) somehow or other Scott and Jimmy get into an argument (I’m under the assumption also that they are together at this point). Then they do the battle against Ren and Martyn and stuff. Uhhmmmm and then Scar dies somehow. IM SORRY DONT GET MAD AT ME HES MY BELOVED TOO BUT JUST HEAR ME OUT! Scar dies, maybe Grian’s fault because of the warlock pew pew. And Scott is still so upset with Jimmy, he decided he just can’t travel with the party anymore. So *Scott has left your party*
Now it’s just Jimmy and Grian, couple of Sad BoysTM. But, they end up meeting Mumbo and Impulse (and maybe making nice with Martyn? Idk how that would work so maybe not) and they form the Southlanders!
MEANWHILE there’s a possibility that Rendog also died during that last battle (perhaps at Scars hand like in canon) (that would also explain why Martyn isn’t with Ren anymore). For sea queen reasons, Lizzie resurrects Ren and he like, pledges his allegiance to her (that’s what happened in Last Life right?). And just to prove to his wife that he can totally resurrect people (she was teasing him) Joel also resurrects some guy whose body was conveniently close to Ren’s body. Aha! He resurrects Scar! My bard is back!!!
Then I had some half baked ideas about the Southlanders returning to the Crastle Tavern, in which Impulse is reunited with his old friend Skizzleman, and Skizz introduces his friend Tango (Jimmy is enamored quite quickly). Scar has also returned to the Crastle because Cleo and Bdubs are his only other friends and you can imagine the SHOCK Grian has at seeing his previously thought dead friend/partner/employee/maybe lover just up on stage perfectly fine.
Oh and while this is all happening Scott has been pals with Pearl.
Another idea I had was Etho owns a decently sized sailing ship, but he’s not a huge sailor or anything. Joel is a sailor on some kind of mission and he’s hired a crew, so he needs a boat. Etho supplies said boat. Joel’s crew is like, all the Southlanders (Aha! 🔭🏴☠️) and Scar, and probably Bdubs… Que hilarious shenanigans as Joel tries to be the awesome captain and call all the shots and Etho keeps undermining him because it’s technically his boat.
*gasping for breath* I’m sorry I got so carried away. I hope most of this is coherent and that you enjoyed imaging my ideas! Once again DO NOT feel like you have to incorporate ANY of this. This is your AU so you decide what happens! This is just me theorizing what could happen next 😊
(Sorry I did not get to anything about the Mean Gills, my phone is about to go off)
Love anon 🍕
my GOSH your brain is huge jgfdkjgkfjd this is so elaborate it makes my head spin /pos
i never really planned for the au to span across like. multiple life series seasons. and it's insane that you're somehow making that work???? gfkdjkgjfdkg i just!!! i just wanna say it's really cool!!! i probably won't incorporate it in the (admittedly, way simpler) story that i have so far, but it's. it's so cool gkfdjgk
JIMMY AND SCOTT FALLING OUT DOES MAKE ME SAD THOUGH FGKDJGKJFDG /hj
also in the - sort of - story i have in mind, scar does get resurrected at some point hehe kgjfdkgjfd
gfjdkgd please don't apologize for getting carried away i really enjoyed reading your ideas :O !!!!!!!! <3 <3 <3 thank you!!!
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