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i am an absolute sucker for your nho art

thamnk you

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I look forward to it.

Making more of these types of gizmos still sounds like a brilliant idea. What a nice way to pass the time!

Guess that’s my evening plans figured out.

And with a smile and a wave, he shows Grian the door.

See you around, then?

[ he's peeping from the roof, watching with big void eyes and tail idly sweeping on the blocks. ] docccc. [ he eventually chirps. ] you got anymore toyyysss? [ he wants more fidget things. ]

Doc wasn’t quite sure what he was  doing right now.

If this is what “taking a break” entails, he certainly isn’t having it. Weakness potions, deep breaths, despite it all, he just can’t relax.

He’s present. So very present. So deeply engrossed in the world that he can practically feel it eating him alive. Whatever he’s doing, it doesn’t seem to be helping.

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At least I can bring someone home safely.

Yeah, I’d like that.

He reaches out his hand, that little smile coming back as he does.

I do hope you like the new gadget. Try not to lose it, but… you’re always welcome back if you do.

Or if you need anything else.

Or if you just want to say hi.

Or… just because.

[ he's peeping from the roof, watching with big void eyes and tail idly sweeping on the blocks. ] docccc. [ he eventually chirps. ] you got anymore toyyysss? [ he wants more fidget things. ]

Doc wasn’t quite sure what he was  doing right now.

If this is what “taking a break” entails, he certainly isn’t having it. Weakness potions, deep breaths, despite it all, he just can’t relax.

He’s present. So very present. So deeply engrossed in the world that he can practically feel it eating him alive. Whatever he’s doing, it doesn’t seem to be helping.

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Oh.

Evidently, he’d misread the situation pretty badly. That smile of his falters as well.

Sorry. Touchy subject?

Of course it’d be a touchy subject. This was from some kind of game, wasn’t it?

He’s never been part of any of those games. Probably because he’d be too overpowered or something— at least, that’s what he assumes is the case. And as much as he misses it when a large portion of Hermits go on a month-long hiatus, it’s probably for the best, anyway.

He’s heard the stories.

There’s good, yes. All those tales of bridges of bread and birthday parties and other wacky hijinks could leave a sense of longing in anyone’s soul. But it leaves its fair deal of scars as well.

It’s nothing new. That’s the price one has to pay to earn their favor. And the stories behind those scars are…

Well.

Not everyone likes to think about it.

[ he's peeping from the roof, watching with big void eyes and tail idly sweeping on the blocks. ] docccc. [ he eventually chirps. ] you got anymore toyyysss? [ he wants more fidget things. ]

Doc wasn’t quite sure what he was  doing right now.

If this is what “taking a break” entails, he certainly isn’t having it. Weakness potions, deep breaths, despite it all, he just can’t relax.

He’s present. So very present. So deeply engrossed in the world that he can practically feel it eating him alive. Whatever he’s doing, it doesn’t seem to be helping.

[docs-mailbox]

Smiles are rather contagious. Some of that tension starts to ease up.

Well, it’s certainly not getting any worse, which is great.

He chuckles to himself, tapping the fingers on his robotic hand against his thumb in a patterned motion.

But like, yeah, ‘s healing. Slow process, kind of to be expected for something like this.

His eyes can’t help but fall on Grian’s earwings. They’re contaminated. Nothing new, but it looks…

Well, it looks bad.

In spirit of the conversation, it’d almost be rude not to mention it.

And the, uh, and the sculk? How’re you doing with that?

[ he's peeping from the roof, watching with big void eyes and tail idly sweeping on the blocks. ] docccc. [ he eventually chirps. ] you got anymore toyyysss? [ he wants more fidget things. ]

Doc wasn’t quite sure what he was  doing right now.

If this is what “taking a break” entails, he certainly isn’t having it. Weakness potions, deep breaths, despite it all, he just can’t relax.

He’s present. So very present. So deeply engrossed in the world that he can practically feel it eating him alive. Whatever he’s doing, it doesn’t seem to be helping.

[docs-mailbox]

And the idea is comforting. The idea that Etho hasn’t shut himself away in despair and disappeared again, that he doesn’t need saving because he isn’t trapped.

Doc isn’t sure how true it is. But he wants to believe.

No, yeah, of course. I just got back from Joel’s, was talking with Bdubs.

A pause.

Scar too.

He straightens his posture.

…it’s not about the quantity, it’s the quality, y’know? I think everybody’s been out looking to talk lately, between everything. So we’ve had good conversations.

[ he's peeping from the roof, watching with big void eyes and tail idly sweeping on the blocks. ] docccc. [ he eventually chirps. ] you got anymore toyyysss? [ he wants more fidget things. ]

Doc wasn’t quite sure what he was  doing right now.

If this is what “taking a break” entails, he certainly isn’t having it. Weakness potions, deep breaths, despite it all, he just can’t relax.

He’s present. So very present. So deeply engrossed in the world that he can practically feel it eating him alive. Whatever he’s doing, it doesn’t seem to be helping.

[docs-mailbox]

No, it’s nothing, I j—

He catches himself mid-sentence. The way he sped over the accusation seemed… suspicious.

…and it’s not like there’s a reason for him to keep all of this to himself.

I just, I miss him, ‘s all.

Which isn’t necessarily a lie. It doesn’t feel dishonest, at least.

[ he's peeping from the roof, watching with big void eyes and tail idly sweeping on the blocks. ] docccc. [ he eventually chirps. ] you got anymore toyyysss? [ he wants more fidget things. ]

Doc wasn’t quite sure what he was  doing right now.

If this is what “taking a break” entails, he certainly isn’t having it. Weakness potions, deep breaths, despite it all, he just can’t relax.

He’s present. So very present. So deeply engrossed in the world that he can practically feel it eating him alive. Whatever he’s doing, it doesn’t seem to be helping.

[docs-mailbox]

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Summer Gardening With Doc and Ren!

Been working on this one for 2 months now! Happy to finally see it done!

Tags: @imflyingfish @raise-me-up-take-me-up

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Nah, keep ‘em both, I’ll be fine. I got some other ones of my own to mess with.

I should make more, actually. That’d be cool.

Stroke of brilliance. It counts as productivity, and it keeps his mind off of—

‘ve you seen Etho, by the way?

…

Of course. Of course I brought that up, fucking hell.

[ he's peeping from the roof, watching with big void eyes and tail idly sweeping on the blocks. ] docccc. [ he eventually chirps. ] you got anymore toyyysss? [ he wants more fidget things. ]

Doc wasn’t quite sure what he was  doing right now.

If this is what “taking a break” entails, he certainly isn’t having it. Weakness potions, deep breaths, despite it all, he just can’t relax.

He’s present. So very present. So deeply engrossed in the world that he can practically feel it eating him alive. Whatever he’s doing, it doesn’t seem to be helping.

[docs-mailbox]

Whether or not wireless redstone is enabled is not a concern for someone like Doc, who has recently taken a liking to building wireless teleportation systems using daylight sensors on the Hermitcraft server.

That being said, this trinket in particular is mostly just tactile. No crazy shenanigans to be seen here.

It’s a toy. I— here, watch this.

Ding!

And it won’t break if you use it too fast, I was sure to think of that. Just don’t poke around in the insides if you’re not confident you’ll be able to put it back together, and it’ll be fine.

With his free hand at his side, he offers out the gizmo, knowing full well that he’ll never hear the end of this from all the Hermits Grian is going to annoy with it.

[ he's peeping from the roof, watching with big void eyes and tail idly sweeping on the blocks. ] docccc. [ he eventually chirps. ] you got anymore toyyysss? [ he wants more fidget things. ]

Doc wasn’t quite sure what he was  doing right now.

If this is what “taking a break” entails, he certainly isn’t having it. Weakness potions, deep breaths, despite it all, he just can’t relax.

He’s present. So very present. So deeply engrossed in the world that he can practically feel it eating him alive. Whatever he’s doing, it doesn’t seem to be helping.

[docs-mailbox]

He’s sitting on the floor next to his bed, and he’s holding something. Handmade.

Mmm, yeah, probably.

It’s shaped like a thick disc, painted a dark blueish-gray with black hexagonal tiling printed all over.

Knowing my luck lately, maybe it was actually stolen.

There are four smaller contraptions sticking out the side. A yellow gear, halfway visible, lodged in with enough airspace to turn— audibly so. An orange crank, equally as noisy when turned in a circle. A tiny purple pull-out compartment that makes a click sound every time it snaps in and out of closed position. And the tealish-green lever. So satisfying to use. Also so very annoying to anybody unfortunate enough to be in earshot.

Then there’s the big red button in the middle. Not much needs to be said about the big red button, it goes ding when you press it, as any good button does.

Doc’s turning the gear back and forth. It certainly isn’t quiet.

[ he's peeping from the roof, watching with big void eyes and tail idly sweeping on the blocks. ] docccc. [ he eventually chirps. ] you got anymore toyyysss? [ he wants more fidget things. ]

Doc wasn’t quite sure what he was  doing right now.

If this is what “taking a break” entails, he certainly isn’t having it. Weakness potions, deep breaths, despite it all, he just can’t relax.

He’s present. So very present. So deeply engrossed in the world that he can practically feel it eating him alive. Whatever he’s doing, it doesn’t seem to be helping.

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reblog to bap prev with your paw

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Mhm, yeah, just…

He pulls something out of a drawer and sets it on his desk.

…let me know if you find my comm, I think I put it somewhere and forgot it or something.

There’s nothing automated in this house. As much as he’d like to add a “yet” to that statement, it could very well stay in this state forever. It’d take a miracle for Grian to break anything.

Doc continues looking through his drawers.

[ he's peeping from the roof, watching with big void eyes and tail idly sweeping on the blocks. ] docccc. [ he eventually chirps. ] you got anymore toyyysss? [ he wants more fidget things. ]

Doc wasn’t quite sure what he was  doing right now.

If this is what “taking a break” entails, he certainly isn’t having it. Weakness potions, deep breaths, despite it all, he just can’t relax.

He’s present. So very present. So deeply engrossed in the world that he can practically feel it eating him alive. Whatever he’s doing, it doesn’t seem to be helping.

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I built it, yeah. Stuff’s gotta go somewhere.

He opens a compartment in the wall. It’s full of neatly stacked bundles of paper.

May have gone a bit overboard with the storage, but like, pretty much everything’s here.

Everything that wasn’t blown up, that is. No wonder it could all fit in such a small house.

Like, I got my redstone stash, some iron, soul sand, I put a bunch of saplings and such upstairs from my old tree farms, I’ve got loads of glass… and of course, you can’t forget the trinkets.

The coat question gives him a bit of pause, though.

I do have other outfits, I’ve just, y’know, held off wearing them. Took a bit of a liking to my Season Eight outfit, but it sort of got torn up— nothing that can’t be fixed, it’s just I really can’t be bothered right now.

Oh, and the sniffer costume.

He smiles like an absolute dork thinking about it.

Been wearing that recently from time to time, it’s really snug.

[ he's peeping from the roof, watching with big void eyes and tail idly sweeping on the blocks. ] docccc. [ he eventually chirps. ] you got anymore toyyysss? [ he wants more fidget things. ]

Doc wasn’t quite sure what he was  doing right now.

If this is what “taking a break” entails, he certainly isn’t having it. Weakness potions, deep breaths, despite it all, he just can’t relax.

He’s present. So very present. So deeply engrossed in the world that he can practically feel it eating him alive. Whatever he’s doing, it doesn’t seem to be helping.

[docs-mailbox]

Nothing slips past him. How could anything slip past him when he’s like this? Soon as he heard the slightest rustling in the leaves of the room’s organic centerpiece, he knew with conviction that Grian was perched outside his window. And the infrequent yet casual sensation of being watched all but confirmed it.

It’s what he does. Who can blame him?

So Doc doesn’t acknowledge it, continuing whatever it is he’s doing right now as if nothing’s happening. Sitting on the carpet in silence, legs hanging off the unguarded edge where the floor ends and the spiral staircase begins. Occasionally trying to get into one of those books on his shelf, only to falter within the first couple paragraphs because there’s just no getting past it, is there? Peeking at the deepslate diamond ore on the floor. Not doing anything, really.

And he can’t help but flinch at the sound of his name.

Grian?

The illusion of this being a surprise to Doc swiftly fades. Those eyes of his lock onto Pesky Bird way too quick for him to not have known he was there.

Dusting off his lab coat, he walks up the spiral staircase until he’s properly at eye level with his fellow Hermit. Bit closer to the third story than the second. The ceilings seem pretty low for someone of his stature.

Hey man.

It’s weird hearing his own voice after taking these potions. Makes him sound a bit mumbly and such. And a bit pathetic.

A smile. A nod.

I, uh— yeah. I’ve got… stuff, I’ll see if I’ve got anything finished.

Door’s just down there if you wanna come inside.

[ he's peeping from the roof, watching with big void eyes and tail idly sweeping on the blocks. ] docccc. [ he eventually chirps. ] you got anymore toyyysss? [ he wants more fidget things. ]

Doc wasn’t quite sure what he was  doing right now.

If this is what “taking a break” entails, he certainly isn’t having it. Weakness potions, deep breaths, despite it all, he just can’t relax.

He’s present. So very present. So deeply engrossed in the world that he can practically feel it eating him alive. Whatever he’s doing, it doesn’t seem to be helping.

[docs-mailbox]

[ he's peeping from the roof, watching with big void eyes and tail idly sweeping on the blocks. ] docccc. [ he eventually chirps. ] you got anymore toyyysss? [ he wants more fidget things. ]

Doc wasn’t quite sure what he was  doing right now.

If this is what “taking a break” entails, he certainly isn’t having it. Weakness potions, deep breaths, despite it all, he just can’t relax.

He’s present. So very present. So deeply engrossed in the world that he can practically feel it eating him alive. Whatever he’s doing, it doesn’t seem to be helping.

[docs-mailbox]

Doc squints at the machinery standing before him.

Of course, with each month, the game has to endure upkeep, including occasional balance updates to keep it fresh. But some of the circuits seem… out of place.

This doesn’t even look like Etho’s redstone— he wouldn’t wire it like this.

He points to a circuit on the ground, which has guiding gridlines beneath it. The floor is polished tuff.

Like, look at this. He wouldn’t go out of his way to do this, he’d just leave the floor as stone.

Someone’s standing at the side of your bed. It quickly becomes evident who woke you— he’s got a pretty distinctive figure, and the glowing red eye doesn’t leave much up for question.

Ey, man.

Rather quiet for someone who seems to want you awake.

You got a minute to spare for your nHo buddy?

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Bdubs grumbled something, shifting to bury himself further under the duvet. After a few moments he opened an eye, then realised who had woken him.

“Doc?” He mumbled, letters all slurring together. “Doc!” the next time he sounded more awake, shoving himself up to sit. “Oh, yeah, yeah I got time, what’s up?” Bdubs yawned, pulling his moss tighter around himself. He didn’t bother to fix the rest of his clothing or hair, too much effort!!