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Dye - Soulmate Shorts (bonus)
Karl Jacobs x Reader
Reader Pronouns: n/a
Letter: D = Dye (You have a stripe of hair that correlates to your soulmate's hair colour.)
Word Count: 126 words
Warnings: n/a
DSMP Masterlist | Soulmate Shorts 1 Masterlist
Published: 17/11/2022
Karl Jacobs hated his soulmate.
As he arrived at the location he and the rest of the Mr Beast crew were filming at, he had no idea how to explain to Jimmy the reasoning behind him having a vibrant pink stripe in his hair other than saying it was his soulmate's fault.
As he rounded the corner he heard the end of a conversation which sounded like Chandler and you talking, the former complimenting you about something. His eyes locked on your new brightly coloured hair, with the exception of a brown stripe clearly visible.
But what shocked him wasn't the fact that you decided to dye your hair such a vivid colour, but the fact that his soulmate was under his nose the entire time.
#karl jacobs x reader#content creator: karl jacobs#karl jacobs imagine#karl jacobs fanfiction#karl jacobs fanfic#dsmp x reader#dsmp imagine#dsmp fanfiction#dsmp fanfic#dsmp soulmate au#pronouns: they/them#fic: drabble/imagine#fic: series#series: soulmate shorts#tree writes dsmp fics
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/32014063/chapters/113925352
and, after two years, it's done. chapter five of (only) time will tell is finished, and the story draws to a close. i lost interest in the dream smp a while ago, but i had to finish this one. enjoy!
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its rly obvious when a dsmp main writing smplive for backstory purposes doesn't actually know anything abt it just based on setting so here's some notable locations for any writers who care . screenshots from various places around the internet
this is spawn city, there are a shit ton of shops and buildings here
it's easily recognizable for the spawn tree which is this giant ass tree that marks the exact spawn point of the server
the blue building is the connor complex, it's a big ass office building and a bunch of people have offices inside it. cscoop's office is in it, there's a schlatt & co office in it, etc
it's also notable for uh. the giant bounce house on top. which you can see in the above view
so this is actually a church to twitch prime, but it gets used as a courthouse way more often. the second image is a recreation
this is the. it is a theater. that is all you need to know about the
there's a lot more buildings but this is really just meant to be like, hey, here's some places you can reference if you want to include smplive stuff in your dsmp fic but know nothing about it
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Surprise!
I do more than just write. Even though it’s been a minute since I posted any writing I do write. lol
I also read which has been one of the reasons I have been slow with my WIPs. 😅
But one specific fic that has me in a chokehold is by @diggingfordragons called Strange Gods Appearing In Dreams Distributing Quests Are No Basis For A Romantic Relationship.
IT’S SO GOOD!!
The writing is absolutely amazing. The world is so extremely vivid. I have yet to read a fic based in space and the way they are writing the realms and biomes in Minecraft to fit the world they created is perfection.
Their story mentioned “Flint N Steel” as a maker of ships used to travel. To tell you I smiled so hard when I saw the mention of Flint and Steel as a company of some sort!
In 2021 I started an art project, that is still ongoing, of painting match boxes (what are basically flint and steels) with flags of the DSMP called “Flint & Steel Co. collection”. I even painted a few boxes with the gods of server and specific monuments like the churches Eret’s castle, Ponk’s tree, and the community house. I may post them. Who knows! I have so many! lol The looks I got while buying so many match boxes. 😂
All this to say I love the story and I can’t wait (but I can patiently, don’t rush fic authors that’s rude as well as annoying and kills motivations) to see the rest of it unfold. Go read it!
Light and Good Vibes,
-Glitchy
(Also if any tags are wrong let me know. I’m kinda new to this. 😅 I’ve never been good at tagging but I try.)
#glitchyfrills art#dreblr#dsmp#dream smp#dteamblr#dtblr#flint and steel co.#fan art#dreamwastaken#georgenotfound#sapnap#flint & steel co.
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How many works do you have on Ao3?
12 total.
2. What is your word count?
146,611!
3. What fandoms do you write for?
I write only dsmp at the moment, but i've also posted naruto and devilman.
4. What are your top 5 fics? (stats)
in the wild all lessons last
the trees deny themselves nothing
pandora's vault prisoner symptoms
veteri-mycosis
awakening
5. Do you always respond to comments? Why or why not?
i don't respond to comments unless there's a specific question for me (ie "is it okay if i make fanart of this"). i read every comment and they make my day, i just never know what to say and i get too stressed over it!! i also don't like how the author's comments will skew the overall comment count.
6. Angstiest ending for a fic?
that would be veteri-mycosis.
7. First Fic with a Happy Ending?
my very first fic, technicality, has a happy ending. so do most of the sasodei fics besides long roads.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
nope! i might've seen someone vaguepost about itwall but it was so vague it was hard to tell.
9. Do you write smut?
i've tried to write it before, but have never posted! i'm actually not the best at it.
10. Do you write crossovers?
nah
11. Ever had a fic stolen?
i don't think so!
12. Ever had a fic translated?
no, but it seems pretty cool
13. Ever co-written?
i have not! but most of my fics are brainstormed with @3nderm1te. they had the most input on veteri-mycosis.
14. Favorite ship?
c!doomsdaytrio!
15. What's the WIP you want to finish but probably never will?
man. i want to keep adding to prisoner symptoms, and i will if i can ever find the inspiration, but it hasn't hit in a while. after a time, the symptoms pile on each other and it's hard to think of scenes that separate them out.
16. Writing strengths?
i'm very comfortable in my "voice" as a writer and can make it Work For Me.
17. Writing weaknesses?
my emotional scenes fall flat. consistently. and although i'm decent at plotwork for short-to-mid sized pieces, it's difficult for me to make a coherent plotline for longer pieces.
18. Thoughts on dialog in another language in a fic?
i think there are ways to do it where it will still make sense for non-speakers or not fully interrupt the reader's experience, but it's tricky.
19. First fandom you have written for?
naruto! my sasodei phase was long, dude.
20. Favorite fic you have written?
tough question! i think itwall is my Ultimate Baby, and the fic i think back on the most fondly. i also think that awakening is my objective Best fic.
Thanks @morgueofstories for tagging me :) i always forget who actually posts to ao3 and don't want to tag someone who doesn't, so consider yourself tagged if you want to do this.
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no thoughts head empty just, storyteller reader. they’re a bit of an odd character, always going around the server and asking about everyone’s day and wanting to learn all the minor details of what they did and writing it all down, which makes people very suspicious of reader when all they want to do is learn about different types of people to write stories. obviously doesn’t help since they haven’t told anyone of their secret passion.
so one day a group of people decide to follow reader throughout the day (they’re suspicious reader is spying for dream or something (i’m thinking maybe the group is the las nevadas crew but it’s your choice) (if it’s the las nevadas crew please add my boy slimecicle i miss him :( )) only to find reader walking around the server and handing out some stories they wrote. the group just sees reader going up to tubbo’s mansion in snowchester to give him stories to read to micheal, going to the arctic to give technoblade some revamped greek myths and stories of epic war heroes inspired by him, writing stories to comfort tommy (i imagine his guilty pleasure is children’s books because he never got to experience childhood and likes to babysit micheal so he can read children’s stories without being judged), etc etc.
my guilty pleasure do be characters being sus of reader and getting proved wrong huh-
yours truly,
gremlin anon
Storyteller
Characters: Quackity, Slimecicle, Fundy, Tommyinnit, Tubbo, Technoblade
Fic Type: longer form
Fandom: DSMP
“Are you really sure this is a good idea?” Fundy asked as he followed Charlie and Quackity out of the casino. Purpled and Sam had both said they wanted no part in this, so it was just the three of them. Charlie shrugged, looking towards Quackity.
“No. But they’re acting weird, don’t you think? They walk around asking people a bunch of random information about their days and then they write it down? That’s some sort of sketchy.” Quackity shook his head, continuing down towards the community house. Why there were heading there, no one knew, but you always tended to be around their, one way or another.
Eventually, the crew did see the person they were trying to find, and Quackity almost punched Charlie hard enough to send him back into the ground because he couldn’t shut up. You seemingly didn’t notice as you walked in the direction of Snowchester.
They followed you through the nether highway and hid once you stepped out outside of the mansion. Tubbo was waiting, holding Micheal in his arms.
Quackity was half hidden behind a tree, Fundy and Charlie down in a small valley behind him. He didn't seem to realize that they weren't paying attention to what was going on in front of them.
"Hello, Tubbo! And hello to you too, Micheal!" You smiled and waved as Tubbo put his son down, who then proceeded to run at you and attach himself to your leg. Tubbo shook his head, but his smile indicated that this was a normal thing.
"Here, I had a lot of fun writing these! Some of them are based off of what Tommy's told me about the rest of the server, and Ghostbur's antics from.... Before. I think he'll enjoy them!" He takes the leather bound book from your hands as his son detaches himself from your shin.
"Thank you. We'll see you later, c'mon Micheal." Tubbo leads his son away as you wave goodbye, and hop back into the nether portal.
"That... Was weird. What did they give him?" Quackity looks towards Fundy and Charlie, who were currently finishing off decorating a snow golem.
"Were you two not paying attention at all?" He asks, incredulously, and they both shrug, following you through the back of the nether portal.
"Ughhhhh, you two are the WORST spies ever to be on this server. Even Tommy was better than you guys!" Charlie just sticks his tongue out at Quackity. Little did they know, you were absolutely aware of them following you. They weren't exactly quiet, after all.
Quackity and Charlie bickered the entire way as they followed you in the direction of Techno's base. Fundy was the only one focused enough to wonder why you were heading towards the blood god?
"Guys... we're right near Techno's base. Maybe we shouldn't follow them through?" Fundy stood furthest from the glowing purple portal, the only real light near them. Quackity shook his head, stepping within the frame with Charlie.
"We need to find out what they're up to! C'mon, Fundy, hurry up!" And with that, the portal warped as Charlie and Quackity vanished. Fundy sighed, stepping within the frame as well.
"Is Tommy here, too?" You asked Techno as he stood in the snow in front of you. The Las Nevadas crew couldn't understand how you weren't even slightly intimidated by the piglin hybrid in front of you. You seemed perfectly at home, despite his history on the server.
"Yes, he made his house in my basement, remember?" As if the blond was summoned by sheer will, Tommy was at the door and smiling at you.
"Tommy! Here you go, it took a tiny bit, but I got a lot of inspiration from Niki and her house! There's one that's a tad bit personal to you, but the rest should be okay to read to Micheal, so you shouldn't need to worry!" You beamed at him, and he took the book with a smile, waving goodbye as he yelled his thanks, running back into the small house.
"And for you, Techno, a few reimagined pieces from Greek mythology, and some original ones too! I hope you like them, I've gotta head back though, I need inspiration somehow!" You waved goodbye to the blood god, and the Las Nevadas crew hurried back into the portal before being spotted.
"I knew you three were following me!" Your arms were crossed as you stepped out of the portal behind them, and Quackity turned to glare at you.
"We thought you were doing something wrong-" He started, and Charlie interrupted, peaking around Quackity to look at you.
"What were you doing, by the way?" You tilted your head slightly. They didn't know about your hobby?
"I'm a writer? I thought everyone here knew that. I get inspiration from other people, and a few even have me write a few stories for them regularly, like Tubbo." You explain, walking past them down towards the portal at Las Nevadas, figuring you might as well make sure they stop following you around.
"Oh... is that really what you do?" Quackity ran up beside you, with Fundy and Charlie tailing behind. You rolled your eyes at him, nodding slowly.
"Why would I even lie about it? It's common knowledge. Ask Techno, or Tommy, or Tubbo, or Sam and Purpled for that matter. they've known for awhile now, actually."
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"You knew and still let us follow them?!?!" Quackity yelled from across the casino, and he could hear Purpled laugh from somewhere as he hunted down Sam.
"I thought it would be easier to just let you find out yourself." Sam shrugged, completely ignoring the angry Quackity in front of him. "I mean, you were going to make a fool of yourself either way."
"YOU-"
#elliotiswriting#gremlin anon#dsmp quackity#dsmp tommy#dream smp#dsmp tubbo#dsmp fundy#dsmp slimecicle#c!awesamdude#dsmp sam#c!tommy#c!techno#c!quackity#c!fundy#c!slimecicle#c!charlie#dsmp charlie#dsmp x reader#platonic x reader#anon asks
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fanfic ask game: for hermitcraft specifically, those two fandom plots - "grian watcher angst" and "dsmp character goes to therapy". your thoughts, both on the concepts and on the typical execution thereof?
oh i see you're coming in with the controversial ones for me. hm. okay like.
....both of these are in the D-F range but i'm reluctant to put them fully in F because there are good examples out there that i like and i don't like saying "yeah i outright won't read this" when like, if a friend or an author i trust writes it, or someone puts something in a summary that makes me say "oh they're doing something new with the concept okay" happens, i will read it. also i always feel bad about my knee-jerk dislike of hermit!tommy given that hermit!tommy is actually pretty directly what got me into hermitcraft, so like. cannot possibly be that bad. just...
the problem with these types of fics tends to partially be "overdone" which like, once again. not always a problem in fanfic spaces. i'll go back to my naruto team 7 as family example i have read COUNTLESS of those fics that basically all have the same plot (kakashi puts them through hell training! bonding about trauma! the very specific plot point of 'they go to the chunin exams and are wildly overprepared for them and everyone goes 'what are they feeding those kids', often with the exact sakura/ino fight except sakura wildly outclasses her because she's 'grown up' now or whatever') and i eat them all up! for the people who like those tropes the fact they're popular is GREAT. the problem is, of course, when you're sort of tired of it and would like something else but that something else is annoyingly hard to find and then you're sitting there like "i know that complaining doesn't actually generate more fic, me WRITING generates more fic, but i only have but so much capacity and i want MY popcorn reading, where's MY popcorn reading".
...that extended ramble got a little out of hand but like. you see where i'm coming from, right?
the other problem is that i have a very, very limited patience for certain types of angst. which is silly, because i'm an angst writer to some extent (or, okay, i have a very complicated relationship with that, i actually wouldn't describe myself as an angst writer but people who do are valid and i fully understand where they're coming from). i also have a very limited patience for whump unless it scratches exactly the right itch for me. and i really, REALLY don't have patience for when the angst is just... circular, nothing ever gets resolved, you spend ten chapters in the same repetitive cycle of angst and comfort, and it's not really those tropes' fault that a lot of this happens there, right. it's that they're POPULAR so a lot of new writers write them. but writing angst that doesn't just make me bored is HARD and because i have trouble finding a lot of those fics that do write it well i have a tendency to write it off, because the other involved tropes aren't things i like enough to make me keep reading despite it doing a thing i dislike.
(the third secret reason i tend to mistrust these genres is 'i am so fucking picky about mumbo characterization these days and no one ever writes him right i am the most suffering person ever and also now whenever pearl is used for grian angst with no character of her own i descend from the trees like a feral tiger and maul something". these, however, are personal problems. especially the mumbo thing. my pickiness about mumbo is deeply self-inflicted and not even entirely accurate sometimes.)
but the thing is, as i said... if you're already my friend. if i already know i like your writing. and you write this stuff? yeah i'm on top of it. if i have had a friend vouch for you? yeah sure i'll check it out. it's just that i dislike enough of this stuff that i just... fundamentally will not read anything that hasn't been vouched for me or doesn't have such a good high concept that i can hold my nose and hope.
"but second didn't you just write a watcher thing last night also" yes i know this is the other reason i feel bad writing this one out because the problem really is "lots of baby writers hitting exactly the points of writing that i personally can't stand and also a complete saturation of it when i'm trying to find other stuff" instead of necessarily. anything wrong with the trope itself. i don't know. fandom oversaturation can be frustrating.
...so yeah. D or F.
#answered#ask game#discourse#<- i GUESS i feel so negative in this one#once again: if you write or love this stuff THAT IS FINE I THINK THAT'S GREAT i am trying to hammer home there's nothing. wrong with that#it's just super not for me anymore i think
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WIP GAME !!!!
Rules: In a new post, post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
(i was tagged by beloved mutual @pimpedoutgreenears )
i have 250+ wips so i’m going to break this down a LOT and not including many 💀
i’ll be tagging anyone who wants to join in, as well as: @cowardlybean , @scrunkle , @ctpalt, @cupofd1rt , @choofs (no pressure to anyone to do it lol)
this will be Long so it’s under the cut
MP100
-teruki moving
-fox curse serirei
-ritsu and that maid dress (calfhooves inspired me to finally start writing that one forever ago)
-shou and his family
-shou being invisible
-college ritshou
-fem ritshou
-shou unintentionally joining the kageyamas vacation
-i beat the shit out of reigen
-ritshou fake dating
-runaway
-multi-dimensional/universe shit
-hockey
-‘stray cat’ shou ; ‘house cat’ ritsu
-yuritshou again
-ritshou live together
-terumob transgender agenda (all girls school)
-fist fighting and kissing
-terumob furries
-unconventional love
-graffiti taggers ritshou
-sick fic pt2
-terumob and psychic powers
-lab baby shou PTSD
-shou star and tree metaphors
-ritsu melts
-shou like. dying
-reigen and shou funny familial relationship
-shou is bad at emotions and feelings
Bungo Stray Dogs
-lab baby escapee skk fic
-ranpoe angst
-ranpoe and eyelashes
-skk runaway
-skk and sea monsters
-summer camp
-highschool au
-skk highschool au version 2
-skk highschool au version 3
-chuuya and carnage
-mamas boy (chuuya and verlaine au)
-truth or dare (girl skk)
-ooc double black and humanity
-skk highschool au version 4
-dazai and The Horrors
-cryptids au
-halloween through the years
-summer camp au (again lol)
-ranpo and dazai pm au
-dazai gets braces
-ghostbuster au
-chuuya getting an education in the pm
-skk graffiti taggers au (again)
-girl scouts au
-kyousano and skk older sister + their younger brother
-wierd twist on a spider-man au
-teen skk + jealous dazai
-lonely summers
-chuuya “i’m back in the fucking building again” nakahara
-skk taking care of eachother
-skk yuri
-skk yuri and anatomy
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MCYT/DSMP
-necromancer crimeboys version 1
- version 2
-crow crimeboys
-c!tommy 🤝 a pearl (mitski)
-lab baby c!tommy
-lab baby brothers c!crimeboys
-horror summer camp au
-accidently adopting a raccoon shapeshifter
-vigilante fic
-the forest is breathing
-unreliable narrator depressed wilbur
-pirate crimeboys
-the undead’s guide to feeling alive
-c!beeduo traditional enderian wedding
-night in the woods au (wilbur is mae)
-subway masks
-wilbur and tommy sons of the sun and moon respectively
-nasicaä crimeboys au
-crimeboys over the garden wall au
-cryptids au
-crimeboys binary stars
-chainsaw man au
-wilbur buries himself
-skater and rollerblader rivalry lmao
-los compensinos inspired 2
- horror fic 2
-cranboo time traveler au
-crimeboys cryptids au version 2?
-ode to a moon
IT
-losers club friends giving
-richie and bev dye hair
-losers college au (winter edition)
- summer camp au (it haunts me)
-loser adults are losers and have video calls
-reddie in eddie’s attic
-losers go trick or treating
-eddie takes care of richie
-richie and Big Dog
-bev accidental wingman of the century
-reddie romcon irony angst
-camcorder findings
-whale city 👍
-youtube video transcript
-pharmacy photo developing
-mama tozier being the best
-richie and stan’s kids
-mac n cheese
-mama tozier being the best again
-werewolf x witch
-loser kids
-violence
Persona 5
-hockey kid akechi
-magical girl au
-foster care
MISC
-life happenings (Night In The Woods)
-sunnflower runaway (Omori)
-bad ending 2.0 (Omori)
-sickfic (hirano to kagiura)
-langa being left handed (SK8)
-renga being dumbly in love (SK8)
-pearlina (splatoon)
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Ngl I can't remeber if Awesamdude if okay with fanfics anymore (I have been out the dsmp for a while and just been chilling with Dadza) but if he is then may you write something just soft with him (ngl I might lowkey do so as well), like maybe you're having a bad day and lying in bed and he notices and just flops on top of you and smothers you and procedes to do the comfort and is very snuggly and making sure you're okay and yes-
- Tree
(my brain has decided to pester you so this is now what you get, an inbox full of stuff)
(also icba writing Tree anon everytime so Imma just say Tree now)
Snuggly Creeper is a whole entire vibe. Also, Sam is fine with fics as far as I've seen! If someone else has different info, please feel free to share! Enjoy!~
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Sam knew something was up when you didn't greet him at the door when he got back. With the hurricane coming and his subathon on the horizon, the man wanted to be as prepared as he could be. Yet you were a crucial part of all of that, and you were seemingly nowhere to be found.
Bounding up the stairs after putting all his last minute groceries away, Sam knocked on the door to your shared bedroom quietly. "Baby?" he called, poking his head in. You were curled up in bed, sad eyes looking to the doorway. "Hey, what's wrong?"
"Just kinda having a bad day," you mumbled, pulling the blankets up further on your face. "Sorry, I know you're starting the subathon tomorrow."
Now there were very few things that genuinely upset Sam in this world. He was a pretty easy-going guy after all. But you being sad in any way, shape, or form, was one of the things that hurt your Southern boy to the core.
Without even thinking, Sam slipped into the room, quietly shutting the door behind him. He approached your bedside...and promptly laid himself across your hip. His full weight sunk into you, causing you to wheeze slightly.
"S-Sam!" you giggled, wiggling to try and see his face. "What the heck are you doing babe?"
"Sadness is not allowed here!" Sam shouted, not at all angrily. "I cannot condone it!" He looked at you abruptly, making you laugh even harder. Hearing your laughter lightened his heart, knowing he'd made even the slightest difference in your day.
Sam got up then, worming his way over you and under the covers with you. "C'mere," he urged, pulling you close. He nuzzled you aggressively, messing up your hair just the slightest. "We're gonna watch a movie, and you're gonna feel better."
Now, any normal person may have been vastly weirded out by Sam's antics, but this was the kind of thing you've come to expect from this absolute mad lad. You chuckled softly and shook your head, snuggling into your streamer's side. You honestly had the worst time paying attention to the movie that he had picked out.
Softly hands played with your hair, lulling you further into comfort. The man could have easily been considered your personal heater with how warm he was. And the rain that started outside was slowly becoming a soft lullaby, easing you towards sleep more and more with each passing minute.
As the credits began to role, Sam took the time to check in on you. Your eyes were closed, breathing even against his chest. A fond smile found him as he gently kissed your head. It was then however that the man realized how trapped he was, being squished between you and the wall.
Welp, so much for a night time routine.
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Chapter of SF2 and a slight tribute
I was nearly done with my chapter when the news hit. In my years of playing minecraft, and following it and the content creators online, I never really knew of Technoblade. I started with some of the og youtubers, into Mindcrack and related series, then finding Hermitcraft. When the datapack came out for getting a random item every minute or so, I wanted to see various people using it because of adhd brain hyperfocusing. That was when I found Wilbur. A little after was SMP Earth and because of my recent interest in Wilbur, I saw some sort of video or stream or something about it, and looked into it more. And that was the first time I knew of Technoblade. I didn’t really keep up with it much because my hyper focus doesn’t do streams well, but I knew of Technoblade. After that, it was the Baader-Meinhof Phenomenon. I saw some of his videos get recommended, heard other people talk about him, saw he was in MCM, and other stuff. I didn’t really watch much of it, just was aware.
At one point, a friend of mine invited me to a discord group, and from there a small private minecraft server. This was around the time the DSMP had been going for a few months, I think around the time of Tommy’s exile, I want to say. The friend who invited me to the server was really into it, but I was still in my happy Hermitcraft bubble, and again, I don’t do watching streams all too well and that’s what the DSMP was, lots of streams. But I got a summary of some things and then was recommended a small fic on tumblr by PetrichorMeraki. After reading a bit, I had my own idea for a short fic, and I did a bit of research before writing a short fic of Tommy having been living in Hermitcraft going to MCC.
I wrote a few more short fics before starting War on Hermittown. I blazed through that thing, writing I believe 25 chapters in 19 days. I wrote fast of course, but I also did research. It wasn’t perfect, but it was enough to learn of Technoblade’s character, and really learning about him and not just knowing the name itself. Of course then I looked back at other stuff like SMP Earth and a few other things because of Strawberrylemonz’s fic, having Grian related to SBI.
Eventually MCC Pride 2021 happened, and for the first time I really watched something of Techno’s. Mainly because of Grian, but still. At the time I didn’t really try looking at other videos because I was dealing with a lot, but it was the big first time I saw/watched Techno and not just his character. And I can see why so many people watched him and found community in his videos.
So when the news hit, I still cried at the video, I still wanted it to be a joke or something. I’m sure if it were a joke, people would be upset for the fakeout, but I still think it would still be nice because then it wasn’t real. And I’m someone who barely watched his videos and only knew him through clips and characters and the like. I’m sure for so many people who were more directly part of his content and community, it hit harder.
I will admit, some of this story later on was going to touch on death in terms of how it works in the MC universe. I was planning to have an offhanded conversation about it in a later chapter. It was still going to involve the group going through the nightmare scenarios, though I wasn’t sure who exactly would talk about it other than Phil being the one to explain. Then the news hit.
A scene I had half planned for a while suddenly seemed much more pertinent in a sense. I’m not sure how everyone will react, but I felt it was good for some sort of tribute, especially when Techno himself was thinking about memeing his own death. Technoblade as a person may be gone physically, but as people have said, he never dies in our hearts or our souls. And there’s the fact that he wasn’t just a person, but also played a character or two, and us writers love to write au’s where a character didn’t actually die.
“You’re very pretty. Yes, a very pretty chicken. So can you please get the tree for me?” The chicken didn’t answer, instead just pecking at the ground. “Pleaaaaase? It would really help me, and I’m helping out your boss.”
The chicken looked up at the person who was asking them the question. They had a smile on their face as they looked expectantly. When the chicken kept staring, the person tilted their head to the side, letting their ears flop over which caught the bird’s eyes. The person blinked and suddenly the chicken had attached itself to one of their ears, biting down onto it with its beak. “Oww! That’s not nice! Why do you always do this? You don’t even do it to actual rabbits!”
The person finally pried the chicken from their ear when both of them looked up at the sound of a twig snapping. “Hello? Who’s there?”
“You answer first.” And both the person and the chicken found themselves looking at a half dark teal and half pink person.
“Oh! I guess that makes sense! I’m-” And then the chicken clucked and grabbed onto their ear again. “Ow! I said no biting!!! Let go!”
“Oh… Aven. Finally left the castle?”
“Hmm? Castle? Oh! Yeah I was asked to come here and I was supposed to be doing something. But I can’t remember exactly what- Oh yeah! I need to find… Spore! Yeah that was the name they gave. I just got a little distracted with… With Grifter… Uh, anyway! I’m having trouble with the trees, could you maybe help?”
Silski huffed. “Ghosts… typical. Sure, Toob’s parents are visiting and they’re not the biggest fans of me. Was just going to wander around, but at least this gives me something to do.” A sudden thank you had the hybrid jumping before sending out a stream of curses. “Well if you really want to thank me, stay in one fucking place.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because I can’t see what’s not really there!” And Silski waved an arm around, it passing through the ghost a few times in its blind movements. “No matter means no sound interaction. No sound interaction means I rely on my nose and you don’t have a smell either. See, if I were a full blown Warden hybrid, then I could. Could even freak Sense out.”
“What do you mean?”
“He’s some ‘ender hybrid’. Smells like death to me. He doesn’t seem to like me either.”
“Oh, him?” The ghost replied, patting the chicken again. “Well that’s why I’m hoping to talk with Spore, see, my boss is not happy with him since he’s going to have one of those complicated deaths. I mean, that’s half the reason he’s still around. Well, that and the magic that keeps being used on him.”
“Grifter no do- wait, dead? Like, dead dead? No respawning?”
“Yeah? He uses redstone a lot, right? I’ve seen a lot of people get reaped for that. Wait if he’s not the reaper does it still get called that…?”
“Uh… not sure what you mean, but thank you for the tip.” Silski smiled. “Here’s your wood or whatever. I’ve got to go mining for a ‘peace offering’.”
“Oh! Okay!” and the ghost waved before trying to pick up the logs. “Hmm… I didn’t think that through.”
But then the chicken picked up the wood and clucked at the ghost, making them smile. “Right! First to find Spore, then, Gree-on!” and they started off on their own path, rabbit ears bouncing as they went along.
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“Alright, I know it’s sort of obvious that this is for Doc based on the fact he’s not here.” Phil spoke up, making the two hermits and Paul look around to see that was the case. “But you didn’t notice that before knowing that was the case. What’s going on?”
“The vines make it a bit obvious.” Mumbo answered for him and Xisuma. “We know enough about them. Not sure why he knows though.”
Paul started his answer by gesturing to the area around them. “While yeah, the vines are a big clue, the buildings are more so. That one over there is The Elusive Chicken, Beef’s bar and inn, and then that is Adlingtont’s church. It’s the Mindcrack world Doc and I were first in. The vines everywhere just make it more obvious it’s Doc.”
“Because of The Jungle.” Xisuma nodded, and then Paul agreed.
“Yeah, because of the jungle.”
While the others got ready to start moving, Grum just tilted his head. “Wait what?”
“Well you weren’t built when-” Mumbo started to explain, but Grum shook his head.
“No, they said different things.” And he pointed at Xisuma and Paul.
“We both said the jungle.” Paul said, a little confused.
“No no no. You said ‘thuh’ and Xisuma said ‘thee’. Maybe it could just be standard inflection, but Xisuma normally says ‘thuh’ too, and the only reason for differently is if he’s using it as a more proper noun version!”
“Did you understand any of that?” Phil asked, looking at Techno, who shrugged. He actually did, but also wasn’t going to interrupt Grum and the others any further.
“If we’re thinking about two different jungles, things might turn into a mess from getting our wires crossed. We’ve already been here too long dealing with all of us.” And he gestured to the group. “Well, most of us.”
“I’m not fully convinced the previous one wasn’t also about me.” Xisuma commented, trying not to give a reaction as his brother scoffed.
“And we’re not going to have to deal with me. This is all about fear, and fear is just an involuntary psychological reflex that clouds your better judgment.”
“You’re ignoring the ‘involuntary’ part of whatever phrase you’re quoting.” Paul spoke up. “We’re trying to get into a world that already had admin protection, and now you’ve got a magic user as admin. And it sounds like they’re pretty experienced. They’ll find something on you.”
“I already know what I’m going to see.” Wilbur spoke up, surprising everyone to look over to him. He had been quiet for a while, obviously still recovering from shifting back and forth from the exile replication and where the group had been. It had stopped once Xisuma had arrived on the island, but even with the time, it had still been taking a toll. “Having to wait for it isn’t helping. I guess you’re different.”
Xannes just stared at Wilbur for a few moments before turning back to Paul. “Fine, two different jungles. Which are you talking about?”
“Doc’s jungle. He set up his base in a jungle, made a treehouse to live in. I think he got out all the woodpeckers Bdubs left there. What about the one you guys are talking about?”
“The NHO jungle.” Mumbo spoke up. “Just called The Jungle now because talking about the NHO connected to it is… a sore subject. Doc, Etho, Beef and Bdubs started up the group and claimed a jungle as well as a nearby mesa. They wanted to go back to the more classic ways, like no fishing farms or messing with reality. I mean, they did it anyway here and there. They acted as sort of villains of the server as a joke. Tried framing an opposing group for plastering banners all over my base. Stuff like that.”
“Alright, so what happened?” Paul asked, Phil, Techno and Wilbur also looking curious from being unfamiliar with it. Tommy was also interested, only knowing bits and pieces from other hermits, Grum being in the same boat.
“First thing that happened was vines growing on Bdubs. We thought he was just putting them on himself as camouflage or something, but Doc later told us they were just growing. After that, Etho had been seen working on a redstone project before disappearing. His disappearance led to a conflict about the mesa which nearly boiled over before thankfully calming and things started to get peaceful, but then the rest of them started disappearing. Bdubs seemed really off before he disappeared, followed by Doc. Beef was around the longest before he also disappeared.”
“Obviously they came back. I saw all of them other than Beef when I showed up for the party.” Paul commented before Xisuma picked up the conversation.
“They all reappeared for a competition called Hardcore Hermits. Because of how it was set up, all I knew was they did show up, and then eliminated night three due to phantoms. Bdubs and Doc showed back up when season 6 began, brought from worlds they found themselves in afterwards, but a large amount of their memories surrounding the jungle were… fuzzy to say the least. I wasn’t able to do anything to help them regain their memories, but was able to verify that it really was them.”
“And that’s all?”
“Well, any talks about it leaves them feeling a bit off again.” Mumbo spoke up again. “Bdubs most of all. Doc normally tries to brush it off and act like he’s fine, but with all this…?” And Mumbo gestured to everything around them as he trailed off.
“Alright, so Doc has trauma from a cursed jungle that he set up in with people he knew from a place where he was also in a jungle, did I get that about right?” Phil asked, getting a few nods. “So which way is the jungle here?”
Paul gestured in a direction and started to lead them down the paths, quickly getting them to a portal. Even with the situation, the group was still about to take a moment to admire the nether hub. Resources back in the early days of Mindcrack weren’t the most plentiful, that was well known, but the mix of sandstone and nether brick was pulled off well, even with the various colors marking the different rail lines breaking up patterns.
He led them over to a rail line marked with purple wool. A sign listed it as going towards Doc’s base as well as Joe. They scavenged a bit for minecarts as well as Paul grabbing an extra one, a furnace, and some coal. Sure, the rail was powered so they didn’t need to use it to get them going, but it would make sure they were all going at the same time so nothing unexpected could split them up. The only exception was Paul. He knew the rails best, so he would be able to spot and issue, and if he needed an extra few seconds to fix it before the other carts got there, it would help with that.
Once the carts started going, Paul explained just how long the trip was going to take. There were a few complaints, mainly from those used to flight in some form. But after that settled down, conversation started up, being the only good way to bide the time until something interesting happened.
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Vee was at a table, kicking her legs, not really paying attention to the reason she was currently at said table, that being the conglomerate of hermits also in the room and around the table. The only ones not at the table with the rest of them were Scar, Cub and Hoodie. All three of them were carefully working together to constantly cast an illusion based spell.
Vee had showed up a few days ago at this point, and while the hermits wanted to interrogate them earlier, the incident at Mumbo’s base with them and Rendog had caused issues. The human passing and shifters of the group were able to be around her easily enough, but not everyone had that luxury. So Hoodie had brought up an illusion spell from one of his books. He wasn’t sure if he could keep the spell up for as long as it was needed based on the exact circumstances - a large group of people that would always be shifting around no matter how still they may try to stay - but if other magic users helped, between any number of them they would be able to keep it constant.
After what happened with Grian, while Grifter was involved, the hermits still came to the conclusion that at the very least something happened from the mixing and colliding magics. Not wanting to risk a new side effect, the Convex pair and Hoodie made sure to practice privately. While that occurred, the only hermits worked on discussing how they would go about questioning Vee. Though she was a Listener and had already mentioned a more direct connection to Grifter, she was still obviously a child. In the end, they decided that for the most part, only one hermit should ask a majority of the questions to keep from overloading her as well as keep from talking over each other. After that it was deciding who. Since they were going to be moving more and that was the issue with the illusion, it was narrowed to non hybrids, and then further narrowed by who were emergency admin.
In the end, Joe was picked for following the prior guidelines as well as his generally softer voice as well as having some more recent experience with kids through his daughter. Well, that and he was the oldest person there, being a sort of immortal being and having the most experience, but it was mostly the other stuff. So when it was all set up, he was sitting closest to the head of the table where Vee was, Jrum sitting in the other closest seat across from him, mostly at Vee’s insistence.
“Howdy there. I’m Joe Hills. Hope this isn’t too overwhelming for ya.”
Vee shook her head before adjusting some headphones she was wearing. Joe had a little knowledge of Listeners, a little less than Watchers, but it was enough to know that they had ear coverings to mirror the masks Watchers wore. They, however, were not what Vee was wearing. Instead the item looked worn, yet well taken care of. Obviously an important item to the girl, which meant a way for Joe to ease into the conversation. “Those headphones helpin’ out?”
“Hmm? Oh, uh, yeah. My papa gave them to me. He thought they were good at blocking stuff out if things got too… bleh.” And she waved her hands around to represent ‘sensory overload’ clear enough for Joe. “So he got some for me because it could help it for me too! And then he also got some for my sister, but she doesn’t use them as much.”
Another opening for Joe. “Yeah, I heard she helped out when you had a run in with a scary animal earlier.” He could tell there was a little wince from Ren, but he could also tell he knew Joe didn’t mean it like that.
“Yeah! Astrid’s the best! I was really really really happy when Papa adopted her so then I had a bigger sister and she didn’t like me at first because I think she still was angry at her brother but Papa was really nice and even offered to adopt Flora too but Flora likes her family so that was a no. Oh yeah, Flora is Astrid’s girlfriend! I don’t get to see her much, well I only got to see her once, but she’s really really nice. And now Astrid’s visiting her for our break because it’s been a year since dad started helping us as listen things and I know Astrid really really really wants a break because she was stuck doing double the work and then it all went bleh because Grifter didn’t know what she was doing and messed it all up.”
The last part collectively caught everyone’s attention, all three magic users needing to work to keep everyone disguised as they all seemed to sit up a bit more in their seats. “So you know Grifter as well? What exactly did he do?”
“Yeah he’s kinda sort of my uncle, but that’s ‘cause he’s friends with my papa.” A few small winces occurred from the hermits, but that was already something a number of them knew from Jrum. “But also since he’s Flora’s uncle.” And that part got more reactions out of people, half from the news of the greater connection in general, and half running through Grian’s family tree to figure out whose hels Flora was. “Well Astrid’s brother-” Another bout of people trying to figure out who Astrid and her brother were. “-was really mean and hurt Flora and her family, so Astrid was gonna use magic to fix it, but because she was only just learning it, she had to use an older weaker spell to fix it, but she didn’t get to finish it in time when Grifter did his version and so Astrid couldn’t finish the spell and it kinda backfired.”
“Olortun.” Hoodie spoke up, having everyone look at him. “Old spell, famous for a tale it was told in. It can take months or even years to cast due to the physicality of the spell and number of recipients. Caster needs to take a vow of silence and if the spell is left incomplete, it backfires and curses the caster with the ailment they were attempting to cure.”
Someone was about to scold Hoodie for speaking out of turn, but Vee didn’t seem bothered and took control of the conversation again. “Yeah but I don’t know if she’s still doin’ the spell or not because the thing she was trying to get rid of was the fact that the bad thing was Flora and her family couldn’t talk or anything.”
Hoodie nodded, not talking this time, which allowed Joe to get them back on topic. “But you said Grifter messed with that?”
“Oh, well he really likes Flora because she’s his niece and he likes to spoil her a little bit so when he became admin of her server super recently, he fixed it. Of course that meant Astrid couldn’t complete the spell, so she’s staying quiet… but we work through it!”
“I see. So Grifter is the admin of… Flora’s server?”
“Yeah, but I mean it’s also kinda Astrid’s server. I mean, Papa made it so now she belongs to the world he’s in when not doing listen things, but she still thinks of it as hers since she grew up there and everything. Which I think is stupid because then that could make mom’s world my world and I never want to go there again. Never ever ever ever.”
“Right, so I’m guessing that both of them are with him right now?”
“I mean maybe? But I thought he was supposed to be here.” And that caught the attention of the hermits again.
“Oh? And now why’s that?” Joe asked, words potentially rushing out a little bit to keep the other hermits from speaking first, and while it stopped them, Vee could tell something was up and fidgeted in her seat a bit before replying.
“W-well, there was the mistake with Grian getting all magicked to forgetting stuff, and it was enough that none of you were helping and he wasn’t believing you, but Grifter was visiting and since he’s sorta like him but not, he was believing better and then Papa helped get paper proof and Grifter’s been using it.” Then Vee hesitated, looking around at the group who didn’t look happy with the answer. “R-right?”
“That’s… not exactly the case.”
“Okay well I know Papa said you wanted him to come, but no one but me ‘n Grifter can get in since he was here in the first place and I’m still considered in training, so then it’s not the only reason for him being the one helping?” Vee said, though in the end it was more of a question than a statement.
“No. While the magic part’s all correct, and potentially no one being able to get in since I’m sure someone else would have intervened at this point if that weren’t the case, Grifter took Grian away after the magic incident and hasn’t been back.”
“But… But Grifter said he was helping. H-He did…”
“Now I’m sure he did, but he might have been lying.”
“But why would he do that?”
“Because he’s a piece of shit.” Jrum was the one to speak up, though he was quickly scolded by a few hermits. Still, it didn’t end well with Vee reaching her emotional breaking point from the statement and starting to cry, now overwhelmed. Joe kept the others back as he moved closer to Vee, also moving back a few seconds later once he confirmed she needed space and not someone by her side.
Once Vee had calmed enough that someone could get close again, Stress carefully picked her up and left, her magic still being available for assistance to help the two of them get around with the others keeping up the illusion until Vee was completely out of sight just to be safe. After that, Scar followed after Stress, leaving the rest of them to converse about everything they learned. The main points being that first Grian was almost definitely affected by the magic collision, which made Jrum’s suggestion of needing Vee to figure out a counter spell more likely.
Second was that he was in the hels version of Tommy’s old server since most of Grian’s family was from there. Pairing with that was that this Astrid person also seemed to be in that server with Grifter and also a Listener, which no one was sure if it were good or bad. The assumption was bad since Vee and her dad were still in the dark. Plus according to Jrum, either Grifter or Grian had been on Vee’s call to Astrid and Flora, so either way, there was some association there.
While in the long run, there wasn't much new information, what was new was a big help. So if there wasn’t much progress on the other team’s front, the rest of the hermits at least had a leg to stand on.
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Grian couldn’t immediately find Sally when he returned to his room in the castle. He searched for a while before Grifter showed up with Flora. He had given her the rundown on Toob’s parents being there and apologizing for them busting into the room, which Flora was glad to hear. Now, Grifter was looking to teach Grian more in terms of magic.
Since he couldn’t find Sally, Grian was initially hesitant, but after telling Flora the issue, she agreed to continue searching for Grian until he returned.
Training didn’t last too long, Grian having issues with using magic and just not having the stamina for it yet. There was one instance he managed to get his magic past the blue color he saw Astrid using most of the time and into the same viridian color Grifter sported. It left him feeling especially sapped of energy afterwards, but it was still a nice feeling to have done it.
Upon returning, Grian was fine with collapsing into bed and maybe giving Sally some cuddling in the process, but it looked like Flora hadn’t found her yet either. And while Flora had messaged Astrid, she was still apparently with her dad and couldn’t come back to help look.
With just the two of them, Grian and Flora went looking for Sally. Since it has been so long since they had last seen her, Grian was a bit worried. If she had escaped on her own, the area she could have gotten to grew every second they couldn’t find her. But then there was the possibility someone stole her, which wasn’t completely out of the question after their kidnapping of Jane. Plus it could have been someone other than Toob and Silski. Maybe Wassa was upset they hadn’t returned with the information yet, though he thought Flora said she sent it to him with a message.
After combing through the castle a second time with Flora, they somehow managed to get some important information out of Aven, who claimed he saw the chicken with another ghost. Flora said there were no other ghosts on the server, but Aven also had a horrible memory, so it could have been someone in pale clothes or something. At the very least it told them that someone had Sally and she wasn’t just wandering about.
They managed to pry out a little more information on a general area and direction Sally had been in which helped with the scope of the search. Having Flora helping to search helped as well due to her being a hybrid, specifically a fox at that. They were known for hunting down chickens, and now that they had a more recent trail for her to follow. She led Grian along most of the time, but sometimes Grian flew into the sky to see if he could see anything from above. There wasn’t much, but here and there he noticed something that helped.
Once Flora really got Sally’s scent, they were racing through the trees of the forest they found themselves in, Grian struggling a little to keep up. Because of it, Flora reached wherever the chicken and her captor was before Grian. And then because of that, Grian didn’t slow down when he reached the area, only having to stop as quickly as he could when he realized that he had caught up and Flora had stopped. This led to Grian falling on his face and finding himself eye level with a chicken that was decidedly not Sally. Sally, instead, had her beak firmly clamped on the ear of a hybrid unfamiliar to the server. A very rabbity ear on an all too familiar looking hybrid.
Grian and the hybrid stared each other down for a few seconds before Grian’s brain caught up with what he was seeing. His wings puffed up in an attempt to make himself look bigger and more threatening at the same time his hands tried to force himself back up so he was standing and easily able to fly, run, flight, or anything else he might need to do. “S-Sam… how… I… Why…?” Grian tried to look for words at the same time, which he was failing at. He wanted to ask how Sam was here, or why he was here, or yell at him, or even warn Flora on who exactly this was since he hadn’t given names before.
But any attempt at words were lost by the shrill shriek that was heard, making Grian wince at the tone and notice Flora doing the same. And when he looked back at Sam, he had now picked up Sally and was holding her in front of her. Grian was so sure the sound came from the chicken until Sam opened his mouth again and Grian saw him speak. “Please please please I was just caring for the chickens and Gallus was helping me out because I needed to find Sally but then I found Sally and we started walking and talking and I didn’t mean to do anything bad please please please I promise I’ll be good and nice and won’t I swear I won’t do anything bad!:
Grian was left speechless. Sam never acted like this. Sure, sometimes he might apologize to make you a little guilty, but it was always something small. Not like he was begging for forgiveness and like he himself was expecting to get hurt. It was weird and so unlike Sam, and then Grian realized it wasn’t.
First off, it was now obvious as to why Aven mistook Sam for another ghost, because they seemed to actually be a ghost. They were see through and everything, and other than interacting with the chickens, Grian could see through enough to tell that the grass wasn’t being trampled underneath the rabbit hybrid. And speaking of them being a hybrid, Sam’s ears were almost always perked up and a bright white color. Though one ear was still clamped on by Sally even as she was held out in front of Sam as almost a sort of meat shield, the other was flopped over. And not only that, it was more of a sandy or creamy color and not nearly as fluffy as Sam’s normally were.
Now that Grian had taken a moment to calm down enough to look over the ghost Sam, it also gave him a moment to think about what he knew otherwise. A week ago, he had been living with Sam and Taurtis, dealing with highschool among… other things. But since then, he had been here, in the future. And Sam was supposed to be dead. And sure, this person was a ghost, which happened when you died, but they were a different ghost. And Grian wasn’t just in any future, he was in the future where he had escaped to a sort of reverse reality. His dad was the one who wasn’t usually around instead of his mom. One of his twins was some sort of green hybrid thing instead of a pig or piglin or whatever. And apparently, Sam wasn’t a murderer, but someone who looked more scared of him than he usually was of Sam.
“H-Hey.” Grian managed to choke out. “I’m… not sure who you think I a-am… But um… I’m probably not. And I d-doubt you’re Sam. Uh… W-Well, my name is Grian.”
Slowly, the not Sam peeked out from behind Sally. “Gree-on?” Grian of course flinched at the way it was pronounced, but not Same noticed and let go of Sally, letting her hand from his ear, and instead using one hand to tug at this other ear and the other to hit his head a little. “I’m sorry I’m sorry. I’ll do better I promise.”
“H-hey, It’s okay. Uh, there’s no… ‘ah’ sound. It’s more just ‘an’ Gree-an. And It’s supposed to be just one word… but just that little change would be a lot better.”
Not Sam gave a little nod, carefully saying it a few times before getting it all together and saying Grian’s name pretty much normally, which was a great change of pace compared to normal Sam. “Oh… I hope you don’t mind… but um…” Not Sam trailed off for a moment before quietly continuing, almost in a whisper. “It doesn’t go ‘Sam’ like you said it.”
While Grian was a little conflicted to show any sort of vulnerability or kindness to someone who looked so much like Sam, he still managed it. “Oh? How should we say it then?”
Not Sam noticed the ‘we’ enough to take note of Flora, who was thankfully staying out of it for now, though Not Sam grabbed Sally again as well as the other chicken, almost to try and protect them from the fox hybrid that Flora was. “I-it’s Sahn… not Sam. S-ah-n.”
“Well then Sahn. I’m… sorry for frightening you, but we were just looking for Sally, my pet chicken, and you seem to be holding her.” Grian explained, and Sahn looked at the chickens in his arms before trying to pry Sally off his ear, a feat that was much easier once Grian had his hands on the animal. “I guess we both remind each other of people we know. Not so nice people unfortunately.” And Grian didn’t miss the wince from Flora. She thought highly of her uncle, and while it was actually her false uncle, she didn’t know that. “So, why are you here?”
Immediately, Sahn looked a little calmer and happier. “Oh! That’s right! Um, so my boss or master or whatever you want to call him sent me here! And he sent me to look for you.”
And now things were more complicated again.
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The rolling of minecart wheels had rolled on for a while after the most recent conversation had ended, or more accurately, the last conversation Techno had focused on. He had realized partway into it that Phil hadn’t spoken once in any of the talking. And then looking just behind him at Phil made Techno realize his dad seemed out of it. He tried to think of why, then quickly came up with the answer. Tommy’s confession. Or talk or admission or whatever fit that kind of thing. So obviously while Phil said he was fine with it, that obviously wasn’t the case.
Thankfully Techno and Phil were at the end of the minecart train, so they didn’t really need to deal with keeping their conversation private from both sides, and the people in front of them were more likely to focus on forwards anyway. “So, what’s eating at you?”
Phil jumped just a little bit from Techno’s voice being closer and obviously directed specifically at him. “That obvious?”
“Yeah. I’m guessing this is about Tommy?”
Phil nodded. “Look, I know I’ve been a shit dad. Grian told me as much when I first showed back up, plus I had a bit of an idea when Tommy went missing. Sure, I helped the kids with accurately summoning Tommy back which kicked off this whole mess, but they were the ones trying it in the first place. Hell, If I wanted to, I could have tried it with Grian when I first found out about that technique.”
“If I recall, you did try, you just were left confused since the information was mixed with worship of some bee god.”
Phil chuckled a little at that. “Yeah, But I did figure it out. The big problem was that you need something that helps represent the person you’re after. And it had been years at that point, so we didn’t really have much to go off of. But I still could have kept trying.”
“You have no clue if it would have worked.”
“I know. For all I knew, he could have actually been dead. I didn’t fucking know if their little summoning shit would work if Tommy was actually dead. Only hope I had was if I was not too shitty here.”
That left Techno a little confused. “What does that mean?”
Phil shrugged for a moment before sighing. “Look, Hels isn't the most well known thing. Sure, the older you get, the more likely you are to find out, but even people older than me sometimes don’t know about it. It gets excused by mods or Herobrine or whatever. But Paul and I know a bit differently because of who we are.”
“And that is?”
“The Wels of the Hels Deaths. See, Death can’t fucking deal with their own family. And If you noticed, You and I are both related to Kristen, me by marriage and you by being her kid. And since Zedaph is her brother, he’s related too.”
“So that means we literally can’t die? Bruhhh I could’ve staked so much more on the fact that I can’t die.”
That earned a slight chuckle from Phil. “Not exactly. That’s where the deaths of Hels come in. Sure, one of them is my hels and one is Paul’s, but they’re not actually the hels of Kristen and her brother, and aren’t actually me or Paul. So it becomes a sort of exception. So the family of the deaths of one side are dealt with by the other.”
“So you’re saying I’d have to punch you in the face to keep living?”
“Depends. There’s two deaths not just to try and deal with that family problem, but because there’s two kinds of death. There’s nuance to it, but simply it’s if you're accepting of your death or not. Your mom is for when you don’t here, but if I recall correctly, Paul’s Hels is that, so mine would have to be the other.”
“Alright, so I can keep punching Paul in the face and not have to regret my actions when I finally go out on my own.”
“I mean, it won’t be me, me. But I guess close enough. And I’m guessing that means you’re planning to eventually go out on your own terms? I thought you would just refuse outright.”
Techno smiled a little. “Nah, don’t want to get as old and ancient as you. I’m not sure I could deal with trying to consciously keep myself from turning to dust.” He paused as Phil jokingly hit the back of his head. “Plus, I’m sure with all those political people heading to whatever afterlife there is, there might be some government to take down there.”
There were some more chuckles between Techno and Phil before it was serious again. “But no. I mean, I dealt with my mom literally being death and I saw that didn’t keep Wilbur alive. I’ve seen here and there you struggling with having been alive so long. Some people think not dying is great, and so many people have respawn magic to keep them alive. Yeah there’s some people who die because of a particularly bad death or hardcore gone wrong, but there’s other people who realize that they’re done. They have the chance to keep living, but they think it’s better to go onto whatever is next. No one knows what that is- Wait you haven’t been-” “She hasn’t told me anything.” “Right, well, no one knows what’s next, and while some people have comfort in familiarity, some people like the thrill of what’s next. And I think maybe someday I’ll go onto that. We all probably will eventually.”
“Yeah. I’m not sure how long I think I could keep sticking around after losing you guys. There were some days where I was thinking of giving my soul up just to not deal with it.” Phil admitted.
“Bruh you better not do that if we kick the bucket. Look, I know we’re cool and all, and while you might suck at it, you still love us.” “Hey!” “And yeah, if we end up in some place where our souls or whatever we have get to interact with each other, sure I hope that means we find each other again, but I don’t want it to be that you only showed up to follow after us. I’m sure whenever I die you’re going to be all upset or whatever, but I’ll be going out on my own terms, not your terms. Your terms are for when you’re done. So don’t make that something I’m responsible for.”
“So, essentially?”
“You’re used to living a lot. I might not be the same. Don’t blame yourself if that happens. If anything, you can make fun of me for taking the easy way out or whatever. Just know that if I happen to die, I’m okay with it, and you can’t be beating yourself up like you have with everything else.”
“Thought you wouldn’t come back to that.” Phil said with a half joking, half sad smile.
“Well I did. Look, I’m just going to say it. You kind of sucked as a dad. To be honest, you probably spent a century or two without kids and haven’t even spent half of one with us around. And if Paul’s got a family and he managed it, who cares, because he’s him and not you. With how you reacted to me talking about my death and how you reacted to other stuff, you have a tendency to expect the worst and just kind of give up.”
“Yeah, I can see that.”
“Well I’m going to guess you did it in the past too, right?”
“Maybe.” Phil half admitted.
“Well you dealt with that, so deal with this. It’s not as finite as death or whatever, so you’ve still got time to try and fix it. And it doesn’t have to be immediate, especially since you’re used to taking a while through life.”
Though he rolled his eyes, Phil agreed. “Guess that makes sense. When did you get so wise?”
“Got raised by you.”
“Yeah. Guess you did.” Phil sighed before giving Techno a quick hug. “Sorry for being a shitty parent. But know that if you die or disappear or leave or whatever it is, I’m still going to care for you. And not just me either. Your brothers, your mum, hell, anyone else you’re close with in any sense really. They’re going to care for you.”
“Yeah. And even if any of that happens, call me cheesy or whatever, but if any of that happens, at least they’ll all have a memory of me to keep.”
#hc x dsmp#hermit!tommy au#hermit!tommy#hels!s@m#hels!ranboo#philza#philza minecraft#docm77#paul soares jr#mumbo jumbo#xisuma#xisumavoid#grumbot#did!grumbot#technoblade#evil xisuma#wilbur soot#ghostbur#goodtimeswithscar#cubfan135#hoodie the mage#jrumbot#joe hills#grian#grian xelqua#watcher!grian#the watchers (evo)#the listeners (evo)#hels!fundy#technoblade never dies in our hearts
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Last Line Tag Game!!
thank u for the tag @anulithots!! your piece of writing was so effervescent and evoked many shrimp emotions in me
my last line i wrote is still from that dsmp fic im working on that will change me fundamentally
Tommy keeps glancing back. It's still hard to make out any details, especially as they slink past the treeline and branches get in the way, but for a moment he swears the monster turns to look at them. There's just vacant, empty, bloody nothingness where there should be a face. He exhales shakily and tries to move quieter through the underbrush—it can't see them, he reasons. It can't. Eventually, just before the trees blot out all sight, the monster turns away.
open tag!! 💕 💕
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Body Art - Soulmate Shorts (bonus)
Karl Jacobs x Reader
Reader Pronouns: They/Them
Letter: B = body art (doodles a person draws on themselves appears on their soulmate’s skin.)
Word Count: 164 words
Warnings: n/a
DSMP Masterlist | Soulmate Shorts 1 Masterlist
Published: 11/11/2022
It was another mid-afternoon stream, and Karl was playing Jackbox with his friends and a few others.
After he finished entering his responses to the prompts, he looked at twitch chat only to see them spamming about his arm.
"My arm?" Karl said out loud, confused about what was going on.
He looked down at his arms only to see the left one covered in doodles and words. Amongst all of them, the most noticeable was the words 'Karl Jacobs is a simp', a doodle of the clout goggles and a drawing of blob dream with a fat arse (no I do not regret my wording).
Upon seeing them Karl burst out into giggles beginning to cry with laughter. He ended up standing and tipping his chair over and kept prolonging his laughter each time he looked at the drawings. He will admit, he thought they were funny.
He will admit that his soulmate had the best timing, even if their drawings were questionable.
#karl jacobs x reader#content creator: karl jacobs#karl jacobs imagine#karl jacobs fanfiction#karl jacobs fanfic#dsmp x reader#dsmp imagine#dsmp fanfiction#dsmp fanfic#dsmp soulmate au#pronouns: they/them#fic: drabble/imagine#fic: series#series: soulmate shorts#tree writes dsmp fics
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Oooh bug themed ask!!! 🐛🐝🦋 -cryingtulips
Recommend a great WIP / unfinished chapter fic everyone should leave a comment on!
YAYYYYY I WAS HOPING SOMEONE WOULD ASK THIS BECAUSE I HAVE A VERY SPECIFIC FIC IN MINDDDDDD YES YES
Bummerland by Snekkyfics!! Oh my gosh. When I tell you that this is one of my very favorite stories ever and my absolute favorite DSMP AU ever. Oh man. I hekkin mean that.
It’s just… amazing. It’s just amazing. It’s literally one of my favorite stories ajshajsgjgshs I love it so much <3
And the fic before this in the Some Nights series—Apartment 23—OH MY GOSH AAAAAAAH!!! I don’t often reread stories but I’ve reread that one multiple times now. Oh my gosh I love it oh my gosh.
Recommend a fic with great symbolism, or themes, something really clever, or like. just something you could write a whole literary essay about!
that which dies and becomes once again whole by Anonymous! I actually haven’t reread this one in a bit, but I remember it being absolutely stunning and beautiful and deep and profound and oughhhhh
It just feels so… mystical isn’t the right word, but other-worldly. There’s something beautifully odd about it all, down to the setting and the characters and the ant. Would highly recommend reading it.
Though I will say, probably the biggest plot point in it is… a headcanon that I really don’t like—that being, Ghostbur is just a part of Wilbur, and when Wilbur was revived, Ghostbur kinda merged with him. I get so upset when I come across stuff with this headcanon >:/
But this fic is just so beautiful that I can enjoy it regardless XD
Edit: this Piqued my interest so I just reread it lol. It was better than I remembered <3
Recommend one or three of your own fics!
Ooh boy, let’s see here…
I shall recc two :)
The first is I Was Nothing But A Kid Who Couldn’t Understand. It’s part of my Crime Boys Modern AU which I have been working on for a YEAR NOW!!! AAAAAH!!!
It’s one of my longer one-shots, and even though it’s been out for months I’m still quite happy with it :) And also I made someone cry over it aksgaksgajgshs
The second is Endless Field, Singing Tree, Blue Sweater (Dandelion). I worked very very hard on this one, but my Ghostbur fics don’t tend to get nearly as many reads as my non-Ghostbur fics, so I’ve been a little disappointed with the lack of attention 😅
THAT BEING SAID! I REALLY DO LIKE IT! It’s also one of the rare Ghostbur angst stories I’ve ever written ahsgajsgajgsga
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For the ask meme, ❔Choose a random WIP and talk about it. 👻Is there a scene that you find intimidating that you have yet to write?
forget that this is like a full fortnight late, shhhhhh.
Choose a random WIP and talk about it.
Okay listen I don't know if it even counts as a WIP yet it's like half a scene that I haven't touched in months? But the sequel to rise to the tops of the trees is one that I really desperately want to get more work done on. Like, ok, it's already technically got a series even if there's only the one fic, and the SERIES summary is this:
In which Grian is a disabled avian shut-in, Pearl is determined to get him out of his own head, Scar is determined to get him the streaming audience he deserves, Doc is determined to improve his quality of life through cybernetic engineering, and the kids at his physio are determined to get on his last nerve.
Which y'know. It made me laugh. XD But the kids at his physio are some of the dsmp kids, and they're secondary to Grian's story but like. I'm really excited to play with their versions in this AU, because they're all disabled - the ones who are making appearances, anyway, except maybe Wilbur but I'm not even sure if he's going to make an actual appearance.
I just. they're not the central part of the story, except for how they're inexorably tied up in Grian's fresh grappling with disability, accessibility and mobility aids, and his relationship with his body, because they are dealing with a mix of disabilities that will at times mirror his own journey, and their progress and his progress interacts with each other and even if they're obnoxious little shits, they still Get Him in a way that he appreciates and they're his friends.
I just.I just really hope I can get more work done on it soon so I can publish it.
Is there a scene that you find intimidating that you have yet to write?
...I'm going to stay on theme and stick with this same fic, and say yes, there is a scene with a character talking with Grian about his relationship with mobility aids and his prosthetic and it's not even an important scene, precisely, because it's not about Grian's relationship with his body, it's literally just about listening to this kid who's having a lot of thoughts and feelings and is afraid that the people he loves won't accept or understand his choices about how he wants to handle his disability. And he's talking to Grian bc Grian's safe, and not invested, and doesn't know his family, and Grian's kind of grasping at straws trying to be supportive, but mostly the kid just needs to talk shit out.
I am terrified of this impending scene because I have so many emotions about it even if it isn't even the emotional core of the story, I just. It's important to me. So I'm just super anxious about pulling it off the way I want to.
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writing patterns tag game
tagged by @elmhat :) thanks elm
Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!
limiting this to dsmp fics for this blog. i don't have 10 posted on ao3, so i'll use some longer drabbles posted to tumblr as well.
one-two-three
“Whoa, Technoblade, what--”
2. in the wild all lessons last
“Careful, Techno,” Philza said firmly, “Mind his head.”
3. Pandora's Vault Prisoner Symptoms: An In-Depth Reference Guide
Technoblade set the blueprints aside, letting the pages shuffle against the obsidian floor before they settled into a heap.
4. the trees deny themselves nothing
“Techno! I can walk! You saw me walk, like, two minutes ago.”
5. veteri-mycosis
Quackity tapped his foot against the stone below him. “Sam,” he said, “this is fucking ridiculous.”
6. beautiful bones
“Ya know,” the young piglin said, his voice shaking as his teeth clattered, “I’m actually not sure this is any better than where I was.”
7. blood upon the snow
Chex was the biggest ram in the barn.
8. cuddling with dream and the many possibilities, scenarios, and obstacles you may encounter. don’t let him read this. a guide by technoblade.
i’m about to blow your minds with how complex this is.
9. all these lives and you’ve never learned a damn thing.
there’s only one, rotting book in the basement of philza’s cabin that tells the whole story.
10. the various skills of philza minecraft and where he learned them. a collection of the half-lost memories of an immortal.
basic medical procedures: he was around 350 years old when he stumbled to the doorstep of a village doctor.
i had such a regular pattern of starting with dialogue that i consciously tried to stop...
i have no clue who was tagged already.. um @chrysalizzm @maybe0rdinary
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So I previously talked about a crossover with dsmp folks (specifically Techno and Sapnap) in Empires. And while I did start writing on something with Sapnap as Scott's knight. I've only written one small scene.
Today I got another idea! Still s1 because besides Joel's videos and a few episode 1s I haven't gotten around to watching s2.
So a fandom favourite(?) is that the Mezalean citizens are made of clay and brought to life by the magical mother tree. Or at least I think I've read that in fics. So most of the citizens look like Joel. Not to a tee because magic ain't perfect, but fairly similar. One day some kind of orb(?) washes up upon his kingdom. It resembles the core the Life Tree gives the citizens. However it looks different, more like polished and shiny obsidian. And it's a lot warmer than the usual cores. Hot almost, but in a pleasant way. Joel, being ever so careful (sarcasm) decides to just give it ago. What's the worst that can happen, am I right? And so he gives the orb-thing to a fresh clay body instead of going through the usual process. Instead of it taking on similar features of Joel and the rest of the citizens, it looks like Sapnap.
All Mezalean citizens are "born" with some semblance of muscle memory and language knowledge, but it still takes a while for them to learn and grow into a full person. However actual memories isn't something they have. This new person however, seems to have something more. It's vague and barely there, but it's something more than what the Life Tree gives the clay.
Also I'm thinking Sapnap doesn't remember his name at first, but he absolutely refuses any suggestions Joel comes with. Kinda want him to remember by seeing a panda. And idk then Joel and Sapnap bond over being short and killing horses and stuff. And Sapnap gradually regains his memory.
Also I still stand by my previous post. Techno is a farmer in the codempire. He'll help if Jimmy asks, but he's mostly just there to have a comfortable nice life as a humble farmer. Chasing away the occasional annoying crow that doesn't scare of scarecrows like other birds.
For the previous idea that I just barely started writing on, I did consider having Punz and/or Purpled involved in the assassin's guild. It could work for this one too.
... Watch me start yet another Sapnap wip piece.
#Empires x dsmp#empires smp#Mezalean empire#Sapnap#Empires crossover#dsmp#I don't really watch dsmp much anymore but boi do I still have sapnap brainrot
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