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You wanted? You got it, Tw for soft safe vore, lots of angst, lots of fluff and slight panic attack. Enjoy your Hc variation of minecraft manhunt /hj Pearl had a good life, there were bumps, bruises and her rock bottoms, but she got over a lot of it with time. Hmm, time really does heal doesn't it, maybe not as much as you would like to think, but it did help. The smaller avian looked over at Grian, the much larger and brighter colored avain. The two were raised together and she honestly wouldn't trade it for the world. Grian could be a trickster and a huge goofball at times, but he was willing to fight god for his friends. Pearl admired him for that, he had faced dangers that she would probably die to if they just breathed on her. He had lost a lot, but still loved even more. She watched the builder and redstoner who were playfully throwing things at one another fighting over something stupid things again. “Hey Pearlyo.” A voice called from beside her, she quickly turned her head to find Impulse laying up against her upside down boat house. He posed mimicking those of a bad romance movie, his teeth showing as if he had an invisible rose through them. She laughed, “Hi Impulse.” The giant responded by laughing as well. Pearl was thankful for Impulse, she was terrified of giants for the longest time. But he was different, he was goofy, dorky, sarcastic and had a heart that matched his giant size perfectly. “What’s the fight about this time?” He asked, raising an eyebrow showing his slight curiosity. “I’m not even sure to be honest.” Her wings and shoulders drooped down with her head giving her an exaggerated movement. The Giant beside her just laughed. “It’s entertaining though, it wouldn’t be boatem without their daily squabbles.” Pearl nodded her head in agreement. “How's the factory going?” Pearl asked, the business kept the Giant busy a lot so seeing him out today was great. “Good, hopefully I should be able to spend a few days away from it finally.” The large demon expressed his exhaustion with a quick head dip. “Now I can cross forcing a break on Impulse off my list.” Pearl joked, causing Impulse to let out a playful huff. “Oh please, you and what army-” They both looked down as the giant’s communicator went off. “Plan anything?” She questioned, her eyes looking back up to meet his. The demon shrugged, “Not that I remember.” He responded, pulling out the messaging machine from his pocket. “It’s Doc.” Impulse said slightly shocked. “What did he say?” She asked curious, Doc was a man of few words, head always buried in his work. So a direct message to Impulse, out of the blue too, was strange. “Just to meet him at some coords.” Impulse held up his communicator for the tiny to read. Pearl squinted suspiciously at the message. When she was finished reading it she backed up. “What do you think he’s doing?” “Redstone probably.” He shrugged looking at the coordinates and silently repeating them. “Might just want a second pair of eyes for a problem he ran into.” “I’ll tell you about it later, maybe it will make you less suspicious of Doc.” It was Pearl’s turn to let out a huff. “I could know that man for a million years and still never be any less suspicious.” Impulse laughed, turning around his demon shaped elytra wings spreading open. “I’ll let you in on the juicy details later.” He said, giving one last glance to the tiny avian. “Oh please. As if I’d actually understand what you say.” She makes a motion with her hand showing everything he was saying was ‘going in one ear and right out the other.’ Impulse chuckled at her sarcasm. “Now go before you make him upset because you're late.” She said shooing him off with her hand. The demon finally took off, still laughing like a maniac. She turned her eyes back to the two who were rough-housing. Grian had seemed to successfully pin Mumbo to the ground beneath him. Both were panting, both were smiling, both were sweaty hot messes that needed to take a shower really badly. Pearl glided to the ground, staying back in case one of them moved suddenly. “What was it this time?” The two turned to look at Pearl, “Mumbo made a joke about the back of my base, AGAIN.” Grian said the last word loudly, playfully curling his fist causing Mumbo to shrink back into the dirt. “If you finished it you wouldn’t have that problem.” She pointed out making Grian turn back to her with a pained expression on his face. “YOU TOO?!?!? I can’t believe it, all of you are traitors.” The larger Avain said dramatically. He got off Mumbo who sat up putting his hand through his messy hair trying to tame it a little. “Thanks for the rescue Pearl.” he said, while Grian had some sort of attack in the background. “Welcome.” Pearl paused for a second, “Did Doc happen to message you at all?” She asked the redstoner who looked confused for a second, then quickly dug the communicator out of his pocket. Turning it on he scrolled through the server list before hitting Docm77. “No, nothing new, why?” Asked Mumbo, who looked at her slightly concerned. “Nevermind, It’s nothing.” She asked, waving him off. “You still don’t like him huh?” Grian asked, butting into the conversation. The face Pearl made at him was all he needed to know. “Come on, he's not that bad.” Pearl groaned, sticking her face in her hands. “You sound just like Impulse when you say that.” “What do you mean by that?” Mumbo asked, Grian was just plain confused. “He said the same thing earlier when Doc asked him over.” The two larger snickered at the tiny avian’s pain. “Did he call him over for redstone assistance?” Grian asked, Pearl shook her head. The taller avian sat between Mumbo and pearl sticking his feet out. “Nope, just gave Impulse coords and said to meet him there.” Pearl responded not amused by her friend’s antics. “That’s Doc for you.” Grian said leaning back onto his hands stretching a little. “Cryptic or just him busy in his work, you will never know.” Grian said as he sat back up wiggling his fingers around a little for dramatics. “I feel harassed.” Pearl joked, jabbing at the larger avian beside her. He just laughed at her, causing the tiny to turn and kick him. “Ohhh, okay that’s it little missy c’mere.” Grian got to his feet quickly and gently cupped the smaller avian in his hands as she tried to escape. Pearl flapped her wings fiercely against his arms, but the years of building and gripping left her with no effect on Grian. He had her tucked tightly to his chest making the smaller avian glare up at him. The larger builder laughed before letting her go. “So what are you doing today pearl?” Mumbo asked the smaller, turning her attention away from her taller brother. “Interior mostly, what about you guys?” “Just hanging out, we need to take a break for a little. Also-” Grian turns to look at Mumbo, “No, not happening.” The shifter sighed, crossing his arms and looking the other way. “You're no fun.” Mumbo grumbled, Grian just shook his head disappointedly. “What?” Pearl asked, confused once again at the actions of the taller folk. “Nothing, don’t worry about it.” Grian said, “Besides, don't you have some Interior to work on?” Grian teased, it was obvious he didn’t want to talk about it, so pearl didn’t push the topic. “Yes I do.” She said sitting up and stretching her wings quickly adding “And don’t you have a bak to finish?” Pearl smirked at the offended face he made. She then pushed off the ground and started the flight to her mega base before Grian chased her again. So she worked, and she worked, adding small bits, but keeping enough space for any Giant’s that wanted to visit. She had been working for about an hour when she heard a ding from her communicator. The sound of the ding suggested it was from global chat so at first she ignored it. Then there were two dings, one almost exactly after the other. She then stopped what she was doing and when another sounded she finally pulled it out. Her eyes widened at what she saw, panicked messages filled up the chat. They all had one thing in common, Doc’s name. Pearl flinched as a shadow fell over here. Flipping herself around to the window she relaxed when she saw it was Grian. She pointed down towards the door and he nodded, getting off the ledge he flew down, pearl did the same going to meet him. Grian had gotten inside by the time Pearl reached the bottom floor. “Did you see chat?” Grian asked, the smaller avian could see how the larger’s feathers were fluffed out. “Yea, I was just reading it as you came.” “Okay, power it off and hide, find a small hole or something, just HIDE.” Grian’s tone was serious Pearl didn’t blame him though. “What about you?” She asked worried, Grian could- no has done many stupid things when he was scared. “I’m going to see if I can find others.” Grian responded, there was a look in his eyes, a look of pain. Pearl knew exactly what he was thinking, and there was no way she could convince him not to. “Just be careful, okay?” Grian nodded, giving her his best smile he could muster at the moment. “I can’t promise anything, but I’ll try my best.” He responded, pushing the doors open and his wings started to pull off his back. The smaller avian ran after her brother as he took off. When Pearl got outside the door’s Grian had already nearly flown clear of Boatem. She knew he was fast, but it was still shocking to see him get that far that quickly. She took one last glance over Boatem before flying around to the back of her house. Taking a bit of water she poured it onto some dirt, shivering as she started to wipe the mud onto her clothes and face hoping to mask her scent. She then flew up her mountain looking for small holes she missed. she ended up picking out one on the upper side of the mountain, making escaping any direction easier if it came down to it. When she settled in she pulled out her Communicator and powered it off, so if someone was to send a message it wouldn't go off. Though that also served her connection to updates on the location of Doc. Doc was one smart cookie so she wouldn't be surprised if he also shut off or left his communicator somewhere else. Pearl had only sat there for a few minutes and she was very paranoid. The air felt stuffier, her breath felt warmer and she had to stop herself from checking outside the hole a few times already. So she waited some more, her mind going back to what she could do with the Interior while she waited. When she finally snapped back into reality she had a really strong feeling to look outside. Pearl knew she shouldn’t but she did, and she froze. Doc was walking through Boatem, his path shown by broken trees and dents in the ground. The avian finally managed to move back into the cave and she quickly covered her mouth with her hands. Her wings had been flushed huge as they moved around her body protectively. It didn’t help that Doc called out for her. “Oh pearly, Impulse misses you.” The giant creeper sang out searching for the smaller bird hybrid. She wanted to cry, her heartbeat quickened and her breathing became sporadic. She could hear as he dug around the buildings and sniffed for her. She felt like a kid again in a way, when they would all play giant. Everyone knew all the hiding spots back then, to not be found was a miracle. Right now she feels that same way, the moving of his swift yet silent feet made it the worst. “Peaarrrrl.” He called out again as if she was just going to show her face. What scared her the most though is he seemed to have climbed up to the top of the mountain she was in without her noticing. It made Pearl’s stomach churn, she held back a gag trying to stay silent. She watched a shadow cover her hole as he passed over her going down the hill. At least she thought so, “oh hi.” Doc’s voice changed into one of excitement. Pearl flicked her head up, a giant eye was staring into the dirt hole. She could feel the giant’s body shifting around outside her ‘burrow’ getting into prime position. A huge clawed hand dug into the dirt that surrounded her, this happened to shimmy a rock that came crashing down on Pearl’s wing. The little avian bit her cheeks and pushed the stone off just as the giant creeper had removed the dirt. Doc poked a few fingers into the open hole nudging the avain out, who panicked. Her arms and wings pushed back against his claws while her talons dug into the dirt. It had no effect, the fingers pushed her to the edge where a pair of giant jaws was waiting underneath. She turned around grabbing onto one of the oversized fingers, this caused Doc to smile a bit as he gently pushed her off. She tried to flap her wings but it hurt too much, so she screamed trying not to cry. Then she felt something warm and soft surround her and air whooshing past. Pearl was surprised when she didn’t feel any saliva, so when she opened her eyes and saw hands she was surprised. Turning around she saw the glimpse of a familiar red sweater. “Grian?” She asked looking up, at the sound of his name he looked down giving the startled smaller avian a smile. “Hey, sorry I wasn't here earlier.” He stopped as he pushed himself off to the side avoiding a giant green hand that reached for him. “I got a message from Mumbo and headed back as fast as I could because I couldn't find anyone in the general area.” “Griannn.~” Doc sang out the larger avian's name with a slightly bitter tone at the end as the flew over the mountain and just out of his reach again. The parrot avian’s eyes darted to the Creeper behind him a little as he climbed down the mountain. “Do you think-” Pearl didn’t want to finish her sentence but the look on Grian’s face told her exactly what she wished it hadn’t. Grian swerved to doge another attempt from Doc, his eyes stuck on the creeper behind them. Pearl looked ahead of them letting out a scream “Grian watch out.” The avain turned his head quickly realizing they were heading towards Mumbo’s base he turned facing towards Impulses, Doc had won though. A Hand shot up in front of them causing Grian to stop fluttering backwards to avoid his fingers. He tried to turn around but as soon as he did the creeper's mouth was over them. Pearl clung to Grian’s shirt as he tried to dive but it was too slow so he pulled his wings around his body to protect him and pearl as the creeper closed his jaws around them. Doc’s tongue was upon them almost instantly but Grian flew up avoiding it. One good thing about Doc's size was he had a big mouth making it really hard to control the avians. Grian smacked his body against Doc’s gums hoping to hurt the giant a little, but not too badly. The parrot did it again after the first time seeming to have no effect. Still nothing, he backed up figuring out the position but instead doc came to him. Grian felt the creeper's large teeth connect with his shoulder and some of his back, throwing him to the ground. Pearl nearly yelled again as she felt his protective arms loosen and fall off her body. Both of them slid slightly and Doc’s tongue started to lift but Grian stood up cupping Pearl and floating down before he could swallow. A hiss echoed from the nearby throat making the two avians head flick towards it for a second. “Let us- no LET EVERYONE OUT DOC!!!” Grian screamed, but him being distracted made Doc swing his tongue at the parrot hybrid forcing him suspended in the air against the creeper's teeth. The larger avain pulled Pearl up higher so she wasn’t suffocated by the muscle before Grian using his talons, pushed the soaking muscle off of them. They slid to the ground which thankfully wasn’t that far and the parrot was back on his feet managing to jump over the tongue as it went for him again. Doc caught the avians off guard when his tongue flipped back around and smushed Grian into the floor of his mouth. The larger avain panted as he used his feet to push the massive muscle off of Pearl once again. Doc pushed back trying to lick at Grian’s face which the avian turned to the side to avoid getting slobber all over it. Grian flipped over onto his shoulder making him yelp but using his stronger arm he pushed back against the tongue tip more keeping it from going in his face. The slippery texture and surface caused the large avain’s feet to slide causing his talons to slice the tongue on accident. It swiftly was removed from the two after it happened. Grian stumbled a little but managed to stand up, his legs were sore from pushing all the weight they weren't used to. A light painting also could be heard leaving his mouth, pearl could hear his fast beating heart. His injured shoulder hung slightly downwards as the large avian tried not to use it. Doc quickly swung his head again pushing against the avian's wings, back and legs causing Gian to tumble onto his not painful side. He tried to stand but easily crumbled as the creeper’s tongue dug itself under his tired and sore body. Pearl could feel the bumps where Doc’s tastebuds must be, thankfully even though sore, Grian used his arms to push up and off Doc's tongue a little so she wasn't crushed. The larger avian couldn’t fight it as the tongue started to go up, but before it went up to swallow it fell back down. Instead Grian was pushed off, pearl couldn’t get a grip and also fell but as soon as the two were shimmied off the parrot avian was pushed gently up against the creeper's teeth. Pearl could only watch in horror as her brother was licked his body, ragdolling with the movements of the tongue. She could hear a pleased sigh leave the creeper's throat and it made her sick. The smaller avian got up and started making her way over, if Grian was going to fight from her she’d do the same. “Don’t.” Grian warned his voice was weak and a little raspy given little time between the harsh licking Doc was giving him. She had to look away as the tongue pushed him back against the teeth again with little effort when the parrot tried to reach his arm out to his sister. Pearl froze as slightly as colder air hit her. Doc had opened his mouth for a second but quickly closed his lips looking back towards her beaten sibling she choked on a scream. The creeper had pushed Grian’s better arm between his teeth and was very gently chewing on it. The avian himself had tears streaming down his face but was biting his lip to keep from actually letting any noise out. His injured arm pathetically reached out and pushed against the Giant’s teeth before flopping down uselessly. A chuckle made its way up from the cyborg's throat. This made pearl turn and using her talons she kicked at the Doc’s gums before she heard a pained cry from the person beside her. “PEARL DON’T!!” The smaller turned and saw the world eater's teeth had stopped moving up and down, now resting on Grian’s good atm. He wasn't biting down thankfully but Pearl backed away from the gums slowly, eyes never leaving the scared expression her brother wore. That face was now burned into the back of her mind; she could never forgive Doc for this, no way in a million years. The Giant returned to gnawing on her brother’s arm,this made Pearl look away. She could hear the muffled cries of her brother as the creeper taunted him with his teeth. After 4 minutes or so, and the random placements of the body between the giant’s teeth, the bigger avian was placed back on the slightly saliva covered floor. Doc instead pushed him up against the roof of his mouth. It took everything in pearl not to throw up as she heard what she assumed was a sucking noise as the creeper slowly moved the edge of his tongue back and forwards over her pride-ridden brother. The only thing that came out of Grian’s mouth was the grunts and groans of pain when the tongue pushed back on his hurt shoulder. This continued for a while. Peal covered her ears trying to Ignore it and she felt herself cry too. Finally when Grian was placed back on the floor, his eyes seemed much duller. The larger avian started to try and get up once again his sore body shook. He reached out for Pearl, but the creeper’s tongue found itself around him. Some light shed back into his eyes as he seemed to try and push it off but he was just too tired and too beaten. Doc continued to lick, he placed the parrot avian on the ground before pushing at him with the tip of his tongue playinging and even tormenting him with a fake swallow or two. Pearl couldn't do much; her feet were frozen to the ground. The thick spit that was slowly making its way around her was getting to her though, and it was probably the same for Doc. Grian was pushed into a lying position, once again he reached out for Pearl who pushed her way through the mini sea of saliva that had built up. Grian’s hands pulled her out when she was close enough. Even though he wasn’t dry almost at all she gladly accepted the hug he gave to her. Doc’s tongue rose up pinning both the avain’s to the giant’s hard palate. Grian’s back was smacked a little hard into the roof of his mouth, the smaller avian heard a ariy gasp leave his mouth. Pearl’s head started to spin a little as she heard a gulp. She was confused though when nothing to the both of them. They heard a sigh leave the creeper's throat and his head tilted back removing his tongue from beneath them Grian fell, his arms loosening their grip around the smaller bird who just clung onto him tighter. Their descent stopped, but soon after a loud gulp sounded and Pearl could see the light fade but it never went completely. Looking up from the red sweater she saw her brother had stopped their descent almost completely. His arms pressed her close to his body while his legs stuck out against one side of creeper’s throat and his wings pushed against the other. “F-fly back out, when Doc swallows me I’m sure he’d-” Grian got cut off by a grunt, “open his mouth again.” Pearl looked at him as best as she could, a few tears trickled down her face. “I-I can’t my wing got hi-” she was cut off by an attempted swallow that managed to move them down a little, but not much farther. This made the Giant let out a small cough, and a pissed hiss. “He accidentally injured my wing earlier, I don’t think I could make it out.” Grian looked startled and a little sad, moving his eyes to the walls and back up. “You think you could climb?” Grian asked, grasping at straws at this point. The larger grunted as a hand tried to push at him but he kept his stability and pushed back. “I-I, I don’t know.” She said when it calmed down. Her brother seemed terrified now, he was so concerned for her, for everyone. “I-” The parrot avian was cut off by a gentle punch from the outside making his feet slip. Doc realized this and gave a strong swallow, Pearl screamed and Grian did his best to curl around her. Their descent stopped again after a long pull. The smaller avian thought he could hear the voices of the other boatem members, one or two others more as well. They both heard the gulp long before it hit them, and after one short squeeze they fell. The larger avian made sure he landed on his back which made him let out a grunt and his arms slipped off of pearl on accident. She went sliding out, stopping the conversation around them. “G-grian? Pearl?” Mumbo’s voice asked seemingly shocked, Pearl didn’t answer instead she ran over to her brother who was struggling to stand up. “H-hey guys.” Grian managed to get out, he could barely get to a sitting position. The smaller avian was on him almost instantly, panicked. “What happened to you?” Cleo asked from the other side of the large fleshy room, Pearl tried to ignore it, but it was very hard as it squished under her feet. “You look like crap.” The nightjar avian bit her lip trying not to snap at the naga right now. Grian distracted her by using his hand to push her over to him, and gave the best smile he could mister at the moment to her. He looked up to Cleo. “Trust me I feel like it.” “Something happen with Doc?” X, who pearl didn’t even realize was in the stomach with them asked. “Yeah well-.” The little avian’s shaking cut him off, she didn’t realize she was doing it. Grian’s hands gently picked her small form up and she curled up in his cupped hands. “Pearl?” she felt a soft comforting hand stroke gently against her uninjured wing. She nuzzled her head into his hand, spreading her wings and leaning into the strokes. She felt as her ruffled feathers were smoothed into place, a loose one was gently pulled out. Pearl let her body relax between the soft beating of her larger brother’s heart and the soft loving preening; she forgot about the situation until Cleo spoke back up. “What exactly happened?” Her voice had a worried tone to it, seeing as how Pearl seemed to react. Grian kept up the preening but his eyes lifted to the naga. “I resisted, also tried to get you guys out while I was at it, Doc wasn’t into the idea though.” Grian took a deep breath in holding it for a second before responding. “So he beat me down till I could barely stand.” Shocked voices echoed from all sides of the room. “I, you Grian are you-” “I’m okay, sore but okay.” The parrot hybrid opened his mouth to say more but didn’t. The smaller avian surprised when he left out the part about the sucking and licking. “That’s our Grian though, stubborn as ever. Wouldn’t have it any other way.” The taller builder laughed at that, his heart slowing to a more normal pace. Pearl curled up, she could feel the tears in her eyes. Pearl zoned out only listening to hear, “Yeah he wasn’t hard to get down, I just had to coil around him a few times.” It was from Cleo who was most definitely smiling, she also had a challenging tone. “You guys struggled with Grian?” Pearl felt her heart stop at impulse’s, what were they talking about? “Yea, man’s wild wont go down without a good fight.” Mumbo responded, “You’ve had him the most out of all of us, doesn't he struggle at all with you?” “I uh, no actually the first time we did it, Gem was trying to convince me. Grian was asleep at the time but I didn’t want to not after y’know.” Pearl saw him gesture to Mumbo who turned away ashamed. “But he woke up and honestly kinda forced his way into his mouth.” “YOU DID WHAT!!!!???” Pearl shouted to Grian whose feathers shot up and he looked away from the tiny bird in his hands embarrassed. “I- uh.” The taller parrot couldn’t answer, he shut his mouth and bit his lips. This whole time Grian’s been getting swallowed left and right, and never brought it up to his sister. Pearl squeezed her hands on one of his fingers curling her wings as much as she could around herself. The hermits arguing in the background started to die off. They turned to Grian, he wasn’t the one crying though. It was Pearl, the loud obviously scared and loud sobs, Grian was giving her comforting words, or as much as he could. “Pearl?” Impulse’s voice called out to her. Her brother unfolded his wings a little, showing off a shrunken impulse. He wasn’t his usual 42 feet, instead he was somewhere around 13. He slowly stood up, the smaller avian's eyes were clouded but she could see as he swayed when Doc took a sharp turn. When the swaying lessened he started to come closer, getting down on his knees he reached out a hand to Pearl. The tiny avian took one of his fingers in both her own hands and pushed her head into it crying still. “I’m so sorry, I tried to warn you guys, False, Hypno and Iskall tried their best to stall Doc so I could reach the communicators.” “How did you shrink?” Cleo asked confused, she seemed pretty happy though being the largest in the room. “Doc did this.” Impulse chuckled in shame, Ironic how Pearl guessed something was up and they all just laughed it off. “I-I, please I don’t want to die like this.” She begged, Grian shifted upwards instantly yelping as he pulled on his back causing him to curl up a little and Impulse pulled his finger away not trying to crush her. “P-please Grian, please.” She pulled herself closer burying her face in her brother's sleeve. “Please, I don’t want to end up like Taurtis.” “Who?” Mumbo asked, but when he reached out to touch Grian’s shoulder the bird's wings folded around himself. “I-I promise Pearl, even if it kills me I’m not letting that happen again.” Her brother's voice sounded broken, he never would recover from that loss. “Who’s Taurtis?” Mumbo asked, once again ignored by the siblings as they cuddled and cried for a little. “GUYS!!” Mumbo shouted and got their attention. “Who is Taurtis?” Pearl froze looking up at her brother who looked like he was going to be sick. “C-can I?” Pearl asked the taller avian who nodded yes. She then turned to the hermits, “H-he was our- well Grian’s best friends b-before a giant well, you know.” The hermits attention changed to the parrot avian who covered his face in one of his wings. “I-, oh pants, I’m so sorry Grian.” The avian’s claws pressed against the smaller until he heard a quiet grunt from her. He whispered an apology to Pearl who gave him a sympathetic look. Both of them could tell though the other hermits didn’t ask, but they really wanted to know. “I well, how do I-” “We were raised on a food farm.” Grian said his voice steely, he didn't want the pity, but he knew it was coming. “I found out because I went somewhere I wasn’t supposed to. I overheard their plans.” The parrot avian sighed trying not to let his voice shake as he spoke. “I planned an escape, and I- he- Taurtis got caught by a giant on the way out.” As he finished his sentence tears burst from his eyes. Pearl felt as she got squished into her brother's sweater some more, turning her head she saw the black suit of Mumbo. Who when she looked up had pulled her brother into his arms, a hand placed against the back of the parrot hybrid’s head, petting Grian’s hair. The redstoner must have felt her staring because his eyes caught her gaze and she looked away. She heard another sob soon, and it wasn’t Pearl or Grian, her brother was muted as his face soaked Mumbo’s shoulder. Looking back up the smaller avian saw that the mustached man was crying himself. A large arm reached around the 3 of them, it was impulse, he also left his palm flat for Pearl to climb onto. She did just that and when she did she could see the server admin approaching. Impulse moved his arm inviting X in who gladly joined in the hug pile. Pearl wasn’t sure if it was jer because of where she stood now but she swore her brother was crying even louder. Climbing Up impulses arm she reached out and hugged his arm letting out the best purr she could between her own sobs. Cleo came last, a tiny Joe in her hands who joined Pearl, but he was hugging her instead of her brother. She looked at him confused, wiping the snot from her face. “You look like you need one too.” He answered for her, she let out a small huf. “Thanks.” Looking around she could see Cleo’s tail, and honestly she didn’t like it. Being a nocturnal bird her eyes could see the pulsing walls around her, so she tried to turn her attention back to the group. Grian had now reached out and his wings went to work around hugging everyone else. “I thought they were Illegal.” Mumbo said? Asked? Pearl couldn't get a good read on his tone. “It doesn't matter, people have money.” X said, voice being slightly covered up by Grian’s sniffles. The parrot avian then moved back to sit back up wincing while doing so Mumbo went to reach for him again but was stopped by the builder. He whipped away his tears, partly upset with himself for actually crying in front of them. He sighed, eyes not looking up to anyone else's. Pearl climbed up his shoulder and nestled herself by his neck in which he turned to look at her and started to scratch underneath her wings. She couldn't hold back the loud purr that escaped her. She was glad though, because it made Grian smile. “Sorry, but uh yea mmm.” Grian started but when he stopped Mumbo spoke up again. “Was he the one that made you purr a lot?” Pearl looked over to Grian, confused who was shocked too. “You remember that?” Grian asked, his voice matched his face in shock. “But yeah, he was.” the builder gave a sad smile looking down as if his tiny friend would just appear in front of him. Mumbo shifted around to sit on the other side of Grian from Pearl. The larger avian placed his head on the redstoner's shoulder. “Are you going to be okay?” Mumbo asked, the look in his eyes shone strongly with concern. Grian eyes drifted back to Pearl who looked back up at him. He then looked around to the other members. “I- well are you guys going to be okay?” Grian asked in response, all heads looked over to the parrot avians then amongst another one at a time they nodded or said yea. Grian looked back at Pearl. “As long as we aren't sent deeper, I think I’ll be okay.” She responded, she hated it here and that wasn't going to change. She wasn’t alone though, and it was very nice to know she wasn't.

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the-arcade-doctor · 2 years ago

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NOW PLAYING: HERMITGANG

Docm77: Listen Grian Nobody touches my bush You're done

Docm77: It all started when Grian touched my redstone He played himself like a xylophone set on automatic Doc Monster is a savage, with technical skills And crazy vocal acrobatics I’m a legend of the NHO, with Etho, Beef and Double O (Mmmhhhmmmm) DocMC is coming for you sevenfold Got Rendog and other firemen To douse the flames that you shoot at this leviathan Iskall can try again

Welsknight: Yo, you think I'm in hiding, I'm just biding my time Putting pen to paper, coming up with rhymes We’re the star-studded group that got together just to crush you Once we start something you know we're gonna see it through I'm the knight, the soldier who brings the fight at first light Y'all had to incite, so now I gotta indict You're guilty of getting murdered with words Y'all are out-gunned, go home nerds

Xisumavoid: Wohoo

Rendog: Hermit Gang, Hermit Gang Hermit Gang, Hermit Gang Hermit Gang, Hermit Gang Hermit Gang, Hermit Gang Hermit Gang, Hermit Gang Hermit Gang, Hermit Gang Hermit Gang, Hermit Gang Hermit Gang, Hermit Gang

FalseSymmetry: If you think you can stop the symmetry, that's false G Team is dialing for help, but I'm ignoring their calls And when their bodies dissolve, you’ll know that False’s on a killing spree Try to stop my PVP and perish painfully I'm the queen of hearts, heads and body parts Your diamond armor can’t compare to my martial arts I'll send a poison dart, to make you breathe your final breath G Team's name will be the only thing left Xisumavoid: yeah

ImpulseSV: Caffeinated, animated, redstone innovator My behavior's crazy, can’t phase me, impulse is never lazy (Uh) Tango, why would you betray me (what), now my scope is aiming Better run for cover from all the ghast balls that I be taming (What) Without a sound, without no hesitation, my creations are amazing Better watch your step or the G Team will end up blazing Who's the better team? There is no controversy But before it's said and done you'll be begging us for mercy

Xisumavoid: alright Rendog &

FalseSymmetry: Hermit Gang, Hermit Gang Hermit Gang, Hermit Gang Hermit Gang, Hermit Gang Hermit Gang, Hermit Gang Hermit Gang, Hermit Gang Hermit Gang, Hermit Gang Hermit Gang, Hermit Gang Hermit Gang, Hermit Gang

Xisumavoid: X gone give it to ya, I'm gone give it to ya X gone give it to ya, WHAT Lyrical boxing, dropping blows on all my foes And the G Team they're looking unclean needing some sunscreen Getting burnt by words to hurt this herd of nerds It's absurd how my rhymes got them injured Danger, danger I got lasers to cut 'em up like razors It's flexin' season and I got flavor Their weak defenses like trenches and fences That these dense heads are presenting They're presenting them alright, they're not very good I could walk over that, I could jump over that I could use an ender pearl I could use my elytra Come on G Team, jeez

Docm77: Yo, I don't know what to say Um, let me think

All: Hermit Gang, Hermit Gang Hermit Gang, Hermit Gang Hermit Gang, Hermit Gang Hermit Gang, Hermit Gang Hermit Gang, Hermit Gang Hermit Gang, Hermit Gang Hermit Gang, Hermit Gang Hermit Gang, Hermit Gang

Rendog: Now I'm back, got some things I wanna say (Yeah) Whats the letter that starts the alphabet, Ay Ladies gotta get in line, the diggity's be on the way (Kiff) Cleo dont know who she freaking with (Ooh) All the signs say to notify her next of kin This diggity dog be dropping bombs, nothing but hits (Ay) Spit that rhyme again (brrr), 'cause the message is I can mumble rap and still be the best there is (Woo-ah)

Mumbo Jumbo: Oh you wanted me to do a verse? I'll have to check with G Team- I mean uh, I'd have to, I'll have to check with my schedule And see if I can...see if I'm able to do that sort of thing I'm a busy guy... I'd have to do a verse, You know. BANANAS. You know, I'd have to do a verse. BANANAS. BANANAS. BANANAS. BANANAS. I just don't know if its a good idea for me to be part of this song...

[ J:\\ THAT'S A WHOLE LOTTA WORDS. ]

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cdroloisms · 4 years ago

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more of ghost!dream! what can i say, i love this au a lot. here are the previous parts [1] and [2] if you want to read them first - this picks up right after last time, again :D

tws: death, grief (as per usual for this au), very briefly mentioned torture/abuse (what quacktiy’s been doing in pandora), prison arc/pandora’s vault, unhealthy relationship, unhealthy coping mechanisms (c!sam is still very emotionally repressed, go figure)

Maybe he should’ve carried the kid; it probably would’ve been quicker, at least. Fran sidled up to him, tossing her head easily as she brushed against his leg. When he looked down, she seemed to be staring at him judgmentally.

“What?”

She barked sharply, prompting a sleepy mumble from the kid trailing behind them, and Sam rubbed at the bridge of his nose with a heavy sigh. Arguing with a dog now, really? You really are losing it.

“Are we there yet?”

“Almost,” Sam sighed again, cutting himself off before he said something he regretted. The words were colder than he intended as it was, making the kid flinch from the corner of his eye, and something in him stirred uncomfortably at the sight, far more familiar than he wanted to admit. Fran’s eyes were dark as she kept staring at him, feet padding softly against the grass as she nudged against him again.

What do you want me to do?

She held his gaze for a second longer before turning around, tail flicking to the side as she made her way to the shimmering image of the kid following them. Figure it out.

He huffed, making a small hissing sound through his teeth, ignoring the way his cheeks heated in embarrassment. He knew he was...cold, to say the least, had gotten used to everyone’s strange looks and shuffles away from him quickly enough. The prison left no room for vulnerability, not when every mechanism, every ounce of power in the prison, every person on the server was left in his hands, not when he was the only one standing in between the greatest danger that they had ever known and the peace that they had fought tooth and nail for. He’d learned how to lock every part of himself in a maze of redstone and blackstone and obsidian, learned how to hide away under layers of netherite and a metal mask. And- perhaps, at first, he’d flinched away from the slight fear in Puffy’s eyes, the hesitance in Tommy’s voice, the way that Ponk-

He swallowed, moving faster. He wasn’t going to think about him right now.

He was cold. He’d been cold as the Warden and he was cold, now, because he’d been the Warden for so long that he’d forgotten how to be anything else, because the walls that he’d thrown up between the part of him that lived under the sun and never wore more than a gold chestplate and the part of him that knew nothing but an endless checkerboard of grey and black had cracked over the days and weeks and months spent pacing, restless, around the same black box, from every piercing word Quackity spoke, from the bone-deep exhaustion that he could never shake. Fran barked again, behind him, and the kid giggled softly, the sound bright and weightless and warm; the weight of the mask on his face suddenly felt oppressive, and his hand came to brush against the polished edges. What did his voice sound like, warm? Did he even remember?

“Sammy!” He stumbled to a stop, the voice in his ears still unfamiliar in its familiarity, adrenaline making his heart flutter, “Slow down! You’re goin’ too fast!”

He stopped, not realizing he was holding his breath until he felt something- someone, right, knock into the back of his legs. He turned himself around carefully, finding the kid staring up at him with big, drooping eyes.

“M’tired,” he mumbled, leaning forward to put more of his weight on Sam, stumbling slightly when Sam drew backwards. “We’re almos’ there, right?”

“...yeah,” Sam looked away, pointedly looking over his shoulder to avoid having to meet the kid’s gaze, eyes finding the stone face of the mountain that he’d made into his home. “Just a few more minutes.”

“‘Kay,” he stepped back, arms coming down to his sides from where they’d been wrapped around Sam’s waist, and the weight that had suddenly settled over his ribcage eased off as well, finally letting him breathe. He began to turn back forwards so they could continue their walk and finally actually get inside the base when he felt something tug at his hoodie sleeve.

He watched, with something a little like a mix of muted horror and fascination as Dream grabbed his hand, carefully threading his fingers one by one in between Sam’s own until his hand was loosely clasped around the ghost’s, beaming at his accomplishment as he squeezed his hand firmly. It was something he’d done before, with Bad’s never-ending insistence that they stay together for safety at the slightest sight of danger and Sam usually relegated to wrangle the younger kids as one of the older and more “responsible” in the group, and the familiar weight of Dream’s hand in his own had him choking on memories he’d half-forgotten.

“Sammy?”

Even as a ghost, his grip was tight; there would be no way for Sam to ease his hand away without alerting him of his intentions. He swallowed around the thickness in his throat, feeling Fran walk up to his other side and circle around his legs.

“Let’s go.” His voice was rough, though the mask probably distorted it too much for it to be too noticeable. He pressed his shoulders back, let his right hand hang as a dead weight as the ghost swung it back and forth, humming idly as he did so.

“We’re almost there,” he said, looking forward towards his mountain, its western face shining golden by the setting sun, and didn’t know if he was talking to the ghost by his side or himself.

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Thankfully, the actual process of getting into his base ended up being much simpler than the walk back to it. The sight of the various redstone mechanisms - hoeing the dirt and having a door appear from nowhere, especially - had the kid thoroughly perked up from where he’d been half-asleep by Sam’s side, and he’d fired off question after question as they made their way inside. The excitement was an easy distraction and he latched onto it with maybe a little too much enthusiasm, giving off-hand explanations as he dug through his chests for wool and wood.

The ghost, just as he’d always been, was an endless fountain of curiosity, following eagerly to look at his automatic potion brewer and sugarcane farm and furnace set-up, face scrunching in confusion when Sam tried explaining any of the redstone but watching intently anyway. Fran, seemingly exhausted from the walk - which, admittedly, had ended up being much longer than any of them expected - had almost immediately padded off to her room to sleep, leaving Sam alone with an all-too excitable ghost and far too many questions that weren’t going to get answers any time soon.

As the kid finally took a second away from running around to watch, fascinated, as the minecart in Sam’s furnaces dutifully circled back and forth with a few stacks of cobble that he’d thrown in there to smelt as a demonstration, he let himself step away, dragging a hand across his face with a low hiss of distress. He hadn’t thought of the possibility of Dream coming back as a ghost, honestly, had hardly thought about the future at all beyond the need for Quackity and himself to keep their mouths shut. It was an oversight, in hindsight, and he was lucky that he was the one to stumble on the kid instead of virtually anyone else on the server, but now-

Sam turned, watched as the kid rocked back and forth while watching the minecart make another round around the track. What was he supposed to do, now?

He would have to keep Dream here, obviously. All of the work that he and Big Q had put in to keep their actions secret could be blown with one careless pair of eyes on the newest phantom of the server; it’s not like they were particularly hard dots to connect. Speaking of Q, Sam felt the same uneasy prickle of something crawling up his spine, and he shook his head to clear it. It would probably be best if his business partner didn’t learn about this...complication, either, or at least not until he had a little more figured out. So it was left to Sam, in the end, to figure out what happened to the kid and to watch over him, as it always did; prime, there must’ve been someone out there laughing at the irony, making sure that he’d never be able to escape the seeming never-ending task of watching the same person.

It was fine. It would be- easier, this time, as long as he stayed far away from the rest of the Greater SMP. It’s not like anyone would notice anything different, considering how much time he’d been spending in the prison for the last few months, and at least his charge would be more willing to stay in one place than last time. All he had to do was keep them sufficiently out of the others’ prying eyes, at least until he and Quackity figured out a suitable explanation for the prisoner’s death to give to the others. Until then, his job was the same as it had been for months; of course, there were differences, but at its essence, did they really matter? Dead or alive, black walls or grey, he was still the Warden and Dream his...responsibility.

It would be fine. The ghost didn’t even remember anyone else; keeping him in one place would be easy. He’d been the Warden of Pandora’s Vault for months, what was a little time watching over a kid? An amnesiac ghost at that, naïve and far too trusting - it was nothing he couldn’t handle.

Right?

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They ended up converting George’s abandoned room into a bedroom, of sorts, for the ghost. He’d been fascinated with the door going inside, had played with it for a couple minutes before his earlier exhaustion caught up to him and he’d settled on top of the bed, watching as Sam hastily brushed off dust and made the room semi-presentable. It was largely empty; he’d added some initial furnishings when he first built it, but George never really officially moved in, ended up caught up with one thing or another until everything went down on the Sixteenth, and everything since then had been so thoroughly chaotic on both ends that he really hadn’t bothered checking in on either Sapnap or George, leaving both of their rooms to do little more than collect dust. He ran his fingers over the blue-green planks, regret washing over him suddenly like a bucket of cold water thrown over his head. When had all of them grown apart? When did their home become this?

His hands slammed a little too hard on the next bookshelf he came too, eliciting a sharp gasp from the ghost behind him. He whirled around, winced at the sight of the kid cringing, a hand clasped firmly over his ear, and forced the tenseness out of his shoulders with a heavy sigh. The tiredness, it seemed, did more than make the ghost a little quieter and less excitable than the kid in his memories. Sam moved to the next bookshelf, running a damp cloth over the top edge; there was a newfound skittishness to him, an unfamiliar tendency to jump at loud noises and sudden movements. He’d always been cautious, masked even in Sam’s earliest memories, but there had always been a boldness that simply...didn’t exist anymore.

“I’ll leave you to it, alright?” He looked back, watching as the ghost ducked under the pink covers - he hadn’t been able to find anything other than a couple blocks of pink wool in his chest from who knows how long ago - and moving towards the door.

“G’dnigh’, Sammy.”

His voice was soft and sweet, and the cold feeling from before was back, a block of ice nestled in his chest that he couldn’t get out.

“...goodnight, Dream.”

#long post #ghost!dream au #tw torture #tw abuse #tw unhealthy relationship #tw death #tw grief #pandora's vault #prison arc #tw unhealthy coping mechanism #my writing :D #my asks !!

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votederpycausemufins · 4 years ago

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I said I had another chapter ready. so It's time to post that.

tagging @helleborusangel because they like my writing and @hermitcraftheadcanons since they and their community made the au.

now... with that out of the way, let's recap evo... wait shoot i mean hermitcraft.

“Pixlriffs! Turn on the tv!” Came a voice that followed a door being slammed open.

Pixlriffs turned around in confusion to see Zloy having barged in, panting with his goggles askew. “Zloy? What’s going on?”

“Just turn on the recap channel! Hurry!”

Even more confused, Pixl slowly turned to his tv and turned it on, switching to the channel that showed their recap show. “I thought you didn’t like watching our own shows. It’s not even a regular recap, it’s just going to be a clip show from the livestream. Why are you so-” But he cut himself off. Showing on screen was a countdown to the season eight day one recap. “What? But it hasn’t started. We haven’t recorded anything.”

“I know! I was with a friend and they turned it on and said they didn’t think it had started yet. When I saw the countdown, I ran all the way over here.”

“Do you think they just had a scheduling mistake? We might need to call the broadcasters and have them fix things up.” Pixl suggested, and Zloy shrugged.

“Let’s just make sure that’s the case and see which episode they’re actually showing. For all we know they mixed things up and this is just the season seven, day one.”

“I hope that’s the case.”

The two recapers watched the timer go down. Elsewhere, people were also turned into the episode. Some were pleasantly surprised by the supposed new episode. Others were confused thinking the schedule was wrong. Those who knew the hermits were confused, not having heard the new season was starting yet.

Then finally, the timer reached zero, and a familiar jingle started. And then a voice that was definitely not Pixlriffs spoke the phrase “This week, on Hermitcraft.”

“Wait, what am I doing in the nether? I just joined the world.”

Zloy and Pixl looked at each other at something they had never heard Keralis say. This was a new episode, but one they hadn’t made.

“A new adventure starts in season eight, new places and mobs to explore and see. And also Grumbot and Jrumbot are Hermits now. Welcome to the Hermitcraft recap! The show where no one is where they should be. My name is Toon Noah.”

“I’m Mysterious Goofball, and our writer is Pin Valentine. Today, we’re looking at everyone’s first day on the new season of Hermitcraft.”

The first person, Noah, spoke up again. “In this season, the hermits managed to update all the way to the second half of the caves and cliffs update even though that isn’t possible.” He explained what was going on in this season. “Everyone is scattered across the map and even in other dimensions. Monsters are tough, regen is off, and using chat is out of the question, so surviving is going to be tough.”

“At the very least, they can still respawn, so certain people have chances to escape. Escape what that is? Well, let’s look at what the Hermits have been up to.” Goofball said, sounding so nonchalant about what they were about to talk about.

“Starting with Xisuma, who’s started out in the deep dark. The admin’s helmet has been disabled other than necessary functions. His visor also gives him a little bit of light, so he’s not completely blind. Plus the fact that sculks are bioluminescent. But the warden is too, which has been able to find him a number of times.”

“Also in the caves in Jevin,-” Goofball spoke up again. “-who’s found himself in some lush caves. He’s got glowberries for light and food and the axolotls are pretty friendly. Plus, with enough searching, he was able to find a bit of wood for simple tools.”

“Speaking of wood. Some of the hermits have found themselves in the jungle.” Noah quickly commented before some audio from one of the hermits played along with its clip.

“Helloooo? Anyone around? Impulse? Tango? Hey is that Grian? Nope, just a parrot. Ugh, and here I am without any seeds.”

Goofball spoke up again when the audio finished. “Both Zedaph and Tango are in the same jungle, but the size of the biome as well as the amount of foliage means they haven’t found each other yet. Tango at the very least has started mining, and Zedaph managed to find a jungle temple and has already started on using the redstone from there for a melon farm.”

“How do you even make a farm out of that?”

“It’s Zedaph, what do you expect?”

“Well, as for the last of team ZIT, Impulse had found himself in the middle of a sea temple.” Noah spoke, as the video showed Impulse dealing with being underwater in such a place. “Between drowning and guardians, he hasn’t gotten that far away from his spawn.”

“In other aquatic news-” Goofball said, another clip from the hermits playing.

“If I never see coral again, it’ll be too- wait, is that False? False!”

“-Stress and False are also nearby to each other, both spawning in coral reefs. False was the first to escape, needing to just swim out of her spawn.”

“On the other hand, Stress was completely encased in coral and had to slowly chip herself out of the colorful prison. But by the evening, Stress was able to get to the surface and join False and an island, chopping down trees. They even started a wheat farm. But here’s hoping they don’t have to deal with drowned.”

“While she isn’t a drowned,” Goofball continued from Noah’s comment. “Zombie Cleo started out in a village. Normally, that would be pretty good, but being a zombie…”

“Leave me alone! I’m not going ta kill any villagers! I’m a zombie but I’m not that kind of zombie!”

“She’s been having an issue with the resident iron golem. With a bit of luck, she managed to hole herself up in a house which the golem isn’t going to destroy, but the villagers aren’t the happiest about it.”

Then Noah took over speaking. “From villagers to illagers, Mumbo Jumbo found himself alone in a woodland mansion, making himself the furthest hermit in the overworld.”

“Come on. Almost. Almost!” The video showed Mumbo running before he was killed by a vindicator. “Oh come on!”

After that, Noah continued. “He’s tried and failed many times to try and get out of the mansion, but eventually just started breaking the walls for tools.”

“The illagers aren’t really happy about it, but not like he’ll be going far, so I don’t think he’ll easily lose those tools.”

“Well at least he’s got supplies.” The video transitioned to a mountain top with three figures standing at the peak. “Grian, as well as new hermits Grum and Jrum are currently stuck on the top of a mountain, surrounded by powder snow. It’s pretty lucky that the three of them stuck together.”

“I’m not so sure of that.” Goofball spoke up, sounding a bit frustrated or annoyed. “While Grian tried to fly down for supplies to little success, other than fall damage, he hasn’t managed to die, using some sort of magic.”

“But it looks like the fall damage came in handy for Doc, who’s further down the mountain. He’s having a bit of trouble surrounded by goats, plenty of them being the screaming variety.”

Goofball spoke again, no longer sounding as annoyed. “Yeah, but while hanging out with them, he heard a different kind of scream and did something pretty smart.”

“Wait, what was- is someone close by? It sounded like someone just- wait! The death messages!” He pulled out his communicator and read the messages. “Grian died to fall damage! Grian’s up there!”

“I guess he is the scientist of the group.” Noah spoke, the grin he had on his face audible in his voice. “It makes sense he would be the one to figure things out. But even then, he still can’t easily get down the mountain himself with all the goats messing him up. My guess is he’s really regretting being the goat father last season.”

“Doc isn’t the only one getting familiar with the new wildlife though. Hypno has found himself in a large flower forest that has plenty of mooblooms. He hasn’t been able to kill any of them yet, and there’s only flowers and no grass for him to get seeds from, so while the place seems like it should be easy to survive in, it’s really the opposite.”

“The best idea he’s had so far is following some bees to find their nest and hopefully a tree attached to it. If only he knew he was actually really close to spawn, being the closest to it.”

Goofball took control of the conversation again “Well, that’s not entirely true as three hermits managed to appear at spawn, those three being Joe Hills, VintageBeef, and Etho.” And the three hermits were shown in what looked much more normal than everything else that had been shown so far. “The three of them pretty quickly figured out something was wrong and started to make spawn a safe place, also gathering supplies so they can eventually find the other hermits.”

“Except Etho got a bit ahead of himself.” Noah cut in. “He had a bad run in with some mobs and ended up dying, finding out his respawn is a bit different than others. But at the very least, he managed to find Ren.”

“Ren spawned on a cliff of a ravine. There’s no water at the bottom, and all the blocks in reach are stone, so it’s not the easiest to escape from. Still, with little else to do, Ren started slowly chipping away at the stone to escape the ravine, only to fall when Etho surprised him by suddenly respawning there.”

“Okay, I got through two more pieces of stone. At this rate, I can probably get to dirt before the sun is setting so- Etho- ooooooh!”

“At the very least Ren is respawning just fine,” Noah explained “So the two of them were able to help Ren escape the ravine, so he’s the third person to escape his spawn area.”

“Well, that’s not entirely true.” Goofball started to correct. “Before Etho helped Ren and even before Stress escaped her coral prison, Cub actually escaped the mesa mineshaft he spawned in. It was a little tricky with the cave spiders spawning, but he lucked out with the loot of a chest and was able to get a crafting table and pickaxe out of it.” Cub had found some iron, torches, a few seeds, some bread, and then used the wood of the mineshaft to get him on his feet in terms of survival. “With a few respawns, he took out the spiders and their spawner. He’s able to move around freely, but not wanting to respawn again, his hearts are a bit low, so he’s staying near the mineshaft for shelter.”

“Then, sort of nearby the mesa of course, is the desert, where the last two overworld hermits are.” Noah said, and there was the slightest ruffle of papers, like he was checking a script. “Both XB and Iskall are stuck in the same large desert, trying to find some source of food, water and wood. So far, the best they’ve found are the sticks from dead bushes. Out of the two, XB is doing a bit better since he’s found a cave for some sort of shelter, but Iskall’s much worse off,the sand messing with his one eye.”

“Between the heat, the sand, and my eye, I can’t even tell what’s real anymore. That cactus could be a tree or a town or- nope! It’s actually a creeper!”

And then Noah continued with a transition. “Getting even hotter now, let’s look at the nether. There’s only two hermits there right now, with different struggles to deal with.”

“Keralis is the first and lucked out a bit, landing himself in a warped forest right near a basalt delta, meaning he’s got up to stone tools. Plus, since nether gold ore can be mined with wood tools or better, he’s also got some gold boots to help with any piglins.”

“On the other hand, Welsknight is in a much worse situation. He spawned in a crimson forest and is having plenty of trouble with the hoglins.” And that was emphasized by a clip of Wels being killed by one of the mobs. “He hasn’t gotten too much wood before dying, but at the very least, he secured his spawn just enough he has some room to breathe. And hey, if he makes it out of there, he’s got a fortress nearby. But now to end this off, let’s head to the end.”

“TinfoilChef, or TFC is on the main end island, spawning on an obsidian platform just a few blocks from the edge of the island.” Goofball spoke. “It’s close enough for him to jump, but he still takes fall damage and has to deal with the ender dragon after that.”

“Not to mention the endermen too, which Scar is also having trouble with. He’s stuck on a smallish end island out in the further reaches of the end. There’s an end city nearby, but he doesn’t really have the means to get there. At the very least he’s got food from the chorus plants, but that won’t help too terribly much.”

“And lastly, there’s BdoubleO, who we’ve- who’s been lucky to not die so far being in a special situation.” Though they hadn’t been saying much, both Pixlriffs and Zloy noticed the slight slip up Goofball gave. “He’s currently looping in the end void, teleporting up to the top when he finally gets too low. There’s nothing in sight for him to know that though, so he thinks he’s just falling deeper and deeper. But hopefully he’ll figure it out eventually.”

“Well, that’s everyone, so that pretty much does it for this episode of Ev- Hermitcraft Recap. I was Toon Noah-”

“And I was Mysterious Goofball and our writer was Pin Valentine. If you’d like to see original content made by us, you can find us if you already know where to look.”

“Don’t forget to give this show a good rating and tune in next week for the next episode of Hermitcraft Recap. Thank you all so much for watching and good-Bye~!”

Finally, the screen turned black, signalling the end of the episode. The whole time, Pixl and Zloy had just sat there in shock, watching the episode and not saying anything. The thought of their show being taken over by some new people was scary enough, but the situations the Hermits were now in was so much worse.

Zloy was the first to move, pulling his phone out of his pocket. He had felt it going off during the episode, but had been too stunned to do anything. Apparently, he had missed multiple calls and texts about what had happened with the episode, who had been put in charge, what was with the hermits, and more related to the whole situation.

“We need to see someone about this.” Pixlriffs said, in a similar situation with looking at his phone. “Make sure people know we have no connection to this and hopefully also see if the studio knows who recorded this. I would also like to say that this is all fake, but…”

“Yeah, that footage looked way too real. I think the Hermits are actually in a lot of trouble right now.”

“Then let’s do something about it.”

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areus-in-a-little-cave · 3 years ago

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I’m supposed to be writing sanduo angst instead I’m it all started when Grian touched my redstone he played himself like a xylophone set on automatic, doc Monster is a savage, with technical skill and crazy vocal acrobatics im a legend of the NHO, with etho, beef and double O DocMC is coming for you sevenfold got rendog and other firemen to douse the flames that you shoot at this leviathan, iskall can try again You think I'm in hiding, I'm just biding my time Putting pen to paper, coming up with rhymes We're the star-studded group that got together just to crush you Once we start something you know we're gonna see it through I'm the knight, the Soldier who brings the fight at first light Y'all had to incite, so now I gotta indict You're guilty of getting murdered with words Y'all are out-gunned, go home nerds Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang if you think you can stop the symmetry, that's false g team is dialing for help, but im ignoring their calls and when their bodies dissolve, you'll know that falseys on a killing spree try to stop my pvp and perish painfully im the queen of hearts, heads and body parts your diamond armor can't compare to my martial arts ill send a poison dart to make you breathe your final breath g team's name will be the only thing left Caffeinated, animated, redstone innovator My behavior's crazy, can't phase me, impulse is never lazy Tango, why would you betray me, now my scope is aiming Better run for cover from all the ghast balls that I be taming Without a sound, without no hesitation, my creations are amazing Better watch your step or the G Team will end up blazing Who's the better team, there is no controversy But before it's said and done you'll be begging us for mercy Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang X gone give it to ya, Im gone give it to ya X gone give it to ya, WHAT Lyrical boxing, dropping blows on all my foes And the G Team theyre looking unclean needing some sunscreen Getting burnt by words to hurt this herd of nerds Its absurd how my rhymes got them injured DANGER DANGER I got lasers to cut em up like razors Its flexin season and I got flavor Their weak defenses like trenches and fences That these dense heads are presenting They're presenting them alright, they're not very good I could walk over that, I could jump over that, I could use an ender pearl I could use my elytra Come on G Team, jeeze. Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Now im back, got some things I wanna say Whats the letter that starts the alphabet, Ay Ladies gotta get in line, the diggity's be on the way Cleo dont know who shes freaking with All the signs say to notify her next of kin This diggity dog be dropping bombs, nothing but hits Spit that rhyme again again, cause the message is I can mumble rap and still be the best there is Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Oh you wanted me to do a verse? I'll have to check with G Team- I mean uh, I'd have to, I'll have to check with my schedule And see if I can...see if I'm able to do that sort of thing I'm a busy guy... I'd have to do a verse. You know. BANANAS. You know. I'd have to do a verse. BANANAS. BANANAS BANANAS. BANANAS. I just don't know if its a good idea for me to be part of this song really...

#areus rambles #long post

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lesmond-sycamore · 4 years ago

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Scavenger Hunts

Words: 1971

ao3 link Summary: Ivor, Harper, Jack, and Nurm have been given scavenger hunt lists by Petra and Jesse, but why? Notes: LOOK I KNOW IT'S PAST 12 AM BUT IT'S TECHNICALLY 10 PM PACIFIC TIME. I HAD WORK. Anyways, enjoy!

“You know, I’m starting to get tired of this wild fox chase.” Jack groaned as he fumbled with the piece of paper that would lead him to a “secret prize, in three weeks (which was, of course, today) only” as stated by Petra in her correspondence a few weeks prior. Nurm hummed lazily in response as he continued to mark locations on his map, unaffected by the stress of figuring out the answers to the clues to the scavenger hunt Petra had created for the two. Jack sighed, “I know, I know, but it’s been months since the last time we’ve seen her, Nurmie. I’m just- I don’t know. I know I shouldn’t be worried about her, but you how I am. I miss her, we haven’t gotten to see her all day because of this stupid scavenger hunt, and I have no clue when’s the next time she’ll be in town, an-” Nurm grumbled at Jack, indicating that he needed to just calm down for a second. Jack sighed once again to calm down his nerves. He might’ve been overreacting a bit.

Jack glanced at the pumpkin and enderpearl he had already gathered. “I just don’t see the point of this. Petra’s never done anything like this before. Why today? Do you think they found something while they were out adventuring and wanted to create hype to impress us?” Jack paused, then smiled fondly at the thought. “Doesn’t she know we’re already proud of her?”

Nurm hummed in agreement, Of course she does. She might just want to shake things up, although I will say that today-, Nurm trailed off. Jack stared at his husband for a moment, waiting for him to continue, but when he went back to studying his map of Beacontown, Jack realized he had no intention of picking up where he left off. Was today special?

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“Ivor, seriously? You haven’t seen Jesse in months and you’re going to go dressed like you robbed a zombie villager?” Haper asked a very, very frantic Ivor who was currently wearing nothing but a (well-loved) bathrobe and hopping on one leg as he struggled to put on his shoe.

Ivor finished putting on his shoe and glanced down to his attire. “What? Both of you have already seen me in my underwear! I don’t think my bathrobe’s going to kill them considering how everything… and everyone… that’s already tried has failed. Including me. Twice.”

“Still. We have to go into town to do this… scavenger hunt? What’s that all about?” Harper asked, pulling a quill out from behind her ear in preparation, studying the list in front of her. “What the heck is a ‘block of a cheated deal?’ Does that mean anything to you?” she asked as she scrunched her face in confusion.

Ivor hummed in concentration as he collected his potions (you could never be too careful) as he mulled over the question. He planted a quick peck on Harper’s cheek as he began to walk towards the door. “I think I have an idea of what that means,” he stated with a wink as he made his way out the door, ready to solve the puzzle he had been presented.

“But you apparently still have no idea how to dress. Change into something decent if you’re going to been perceived by strangers, love,” Harper punctuated with a face palm, failing to hide the smile creeping on her lips.

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“Looks like we’ve got most of the items, Nurmie. I hate to say it, but I think I’m actually pretty good at this. Looks like my adventurer’s intuition still runs in my veins. That or I’m still plain awesome,” Jack boasted as they made their back to Jack and Nurm’s Adventure Emporium to have a quick break and focus on the last item on the list, items in hand. “Although… I still don’t know what we’re supposed to do with all of these things.” Jack glanced over each item: an enderpearl, a stack of snowballs, a few baked potatoes, a sponge, a couple of pieces of zombie flesh, and a pumpkin. He hoped the quantities didn’t matter too much, because he lost all of his enderpearls when his shop was ransacked during Romeo’s reign in Beacontown and the price of a stack was not cheap.

Nurm rolled his eyes at his husband’s gloating. Jack playfully nudged the cartographer in the arm and scoffed in fake offense. Jack continued to walk and study the items he was currently carrying until he realized that the villager’s footsteps had ceased. Jack turned his head to look at Nurm with confusion at the random stop, until Nurm spoke. Jack, is that…? The villager gestured in front of them and tilted his head. Jack followed his gaze to find… Ivor and Harper outside the Adventure Emporium. What were they doing here?

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“Ivor! Harper! Hey!” someone shouted to the couple. The two spun around to find… Jack and Nurm! Perfect timing! The retired adventurer jogged up to the two and shook their hands in greeting.

“Jack, it’s been forever!” Ivor exclaimed. “How’s Petra? I know she and Jesse are supposed to be in town today.”

Jack sighed and shook his head. “We haven’t seen her at all today. She gave us this list of items that we’ve had to find, but we’re confused on what the last one means. How’s Jesse?” “I’m afraid we’re in a similar situation ourselves,” Harper stated plainly. “We’re almost done, though. It’s weird, all of these items are so… seemingly unrelated. Do you think they have any connection?” She nodded down at her own items: a block of redstone, an assortment of stained glass, an iron axe, a block of lapis, a few fireworks, and some soul sand. “We had to solve a bunch of crazy riddles to find the items we were looking for.”

“Sounds exactly like we were doing,” Jack stated as he showed the other couple his own items. “Did Jesse put you up to this?”

Ivor studied the items in Jack’s hands for a moment and then flicked his eyes up to meet Jack’s. “Yes, that’s correct. I’m assuming Petra did the same to you?”

“Correct you are, my friend.” Jack answered. He put the items back in his inventory before gesturing to the two of them and then to the building. “I see that you’re standing outside our shop. Is there something you need?” he inquired.

Harper spoke up. “There is, actually. I’m not well-versed in anything non-mesa related, and Ivor thinks the final clue has something to do with adventuring. Do you know what item the clue ‘the big finale let you soar’ is hinting at?”

Jack grinned. “I think I have an idea.”

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“I appreciate your help very much, Jack,” Harper thanked the retired adventurer as he handed her the second-to-last item on her and Ivor’s list: the elytra Jesse used to fly to the tower from the Admin episode.

“It's no problem. Now if only Petra could tell us what our last clue means. Nurm and I have been trying for the past few hours to crack it, to no avail,” Jack admitted with a defeated tone.

“What is it? We might be able to help. Actually, we've been scratching our darn heads at our own final clue. I don't have the slightest idea what ‘where it all began’ could be in reference to.”

“Ours is similar. ‘The first unhelping hand?’”

Ivor crossed his arms and closed his eyes in thought, lightly tapping his foot and humming. Nurm did the same, and slightly bit his lip. Harper chose to unconsciously chew on her quill, resulting in her gagging slightly when she got a mouthful of feather instead of the wood of her normal pencil and blushing, hoping no one else saw her do it. Jack opted to spread both lists and all items out on a nearby table and study them intently.

After a few minutes of silence, Nurm chirped and all eyes fell on him. Jack listened intently to what he had to say. Jack, think about our adventure all those months ago and look at the items we've gotten so far. Do you see a coincidence?

Jack glanced at the items and the lists. “Yeah... yeah! The sponge for the Sea Temple, the snowballs for the Icy Palace of Doom, the zombie flesh for the Sunshine institute, I think the pumpkin is for the golems everywhere, the enderpearl for the giant enderman, and the potatoes for that stupid password! Ugh, I cannot believe it took me this long to realize what they had in common. Harper, Ivor, are your items similar?”

Ivor dashed over to the table “Why yes! Of course! How could I have been so blind? These items line up perfectly with the many adventure I had with Jesse! Could this mean...?” Everyone watches Ivor study he and Harper’s list in anticipation. “I think I know what ‘where it all began’ is! The ender dragon egg! Without that, I would have never created the Witherstorm, and Jesse would've never saved the world and I would’ve never gone on those many adventures!”

“And I would still be in Crown Mesa, trying to avoid being chipped,” Harper commented with a sad tone in her voice.

Ivor nodded. “And I would’ve never…” he trailed off, eyes finding the floor the most interesting place to look at at the moment.

Jack gave an acknowledging grunt and closed his eyes “In that case, do you think that ‘unhelping hand’ could be the Ad- Romeo’s gauntlet Jesse found that made them and Petra seek us out in the first place?” Nurm nodded in agreement. Jack opened his eyes and grinned. “Well, I think we all know where those two items are.”

Everyone looked between each other and then spoke in unison. “The Order Hall.”

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“What happened to all the darn lights in this place? I thought this place was supposed to be ninety-percent windows? I’m not going crazy, right?... right?” Harper asked as the group walked inside the Order Hall, treading carefully in the unusual darkness that was only broken by the light cast through the open door.

“It’s been a while since we’ve been here, Harper. Radar was left in charge after Jesse took off too seek out adventure with Petra and that llama. Maybe the man just has… peculiar taste. I did build my lab inside the Farlands myself, you know,” Ivor commented.

The group continued to trudge quietly through the Order Hall, careful not to trip over anything or anyone. After a few steps, the group heard a click, and Ivor, Harper, and Jack each drew their swords they carried for protection. Jack spoke up in a whisper “Quickly, get behind me” and the rest followed the instruction as best they could.

Everyone tensed, their breaths held, frantically glancing around the room, searching for any signs of life. It felt like an eternity, but only a few seconds after the click, the sounds of retracting pistons could be heard all around the four. Jack shuffled, preparing himself for any potential attacks, survival instincts kicking in action, ready to do what it took to protect his friends and husband, he-

The pistons finished retracting, leaving the Order Hall basked in the evening sky’s light. All four members of the group blinked at the brightness, adjusting their eyes. Once they could see again, their sight was filled with a few things: Jesse holding the ender dragon’s egg, Petra holding the Sea Temple gauntlet, a giant table full of food between the two New Order members, and Lluna in an (admittedly adorable) chef hat behind the table. Ivor, Harper, Jack, and Nurm stood in stunned confusion, until Petra and Jesse broke the silence with giant grins on their faces.

“Happy Father’s Day!”

#mcsm #my fics #jack mcsm #nurm mcsm #harper mcsm #ivor mcsm #petra mcsm #jesse mcsm #lluna mcsm #father's day #father's day tw

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acraftedmistake · 4 years ago

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A Person Who Has Never Played MCSM Writes A Story About MCSM Chp. 16

He should be at the shrine right now.

Leaving the shrine again without telling anyone will make the Visions furious, especially after what happened last time, but Jesse needed to see her. He needed to know if she was there. If she was alive.

He managed to claw his way to the top of his old home, his hands were aching, and healing skin had been torn, but he didn’t have time to pity himself. He didn’t give a damn about himself, about anything, all that mattered was Olivia.

Jesse thought he’d never see the day where he was excited to be here again, but the thought of seeing Olivia--holding her in his arms--it excited him.

And if she was alive, then Lukas could be too! They can all be together, they can all live in the shrine, far far away from Aiden and the others, and they can be happy again. They can be together.

The roof used to be Jesse’s favorite place to go to whenever he was stressed. He could lean over the fence, look over the town’s rooftops, watch the clouds roll by, and forget his worries. Lukas would often join him. He’d write his stories, they’d go back and forth sharing ideas, then he’d get to hear Lukas read their story out loud.

Jesse approached the trapdoor leading to the attic. It’s always had an awful lock, which used to be a pain, but now? It was a blessing. Jesse was able to open the door with ease and make his way inside. The ladder was covered in dust and cobwebs. This place hasn’t been visited in years, he bet.

Jesse quietly closed the trapdoor as he descended the ladder; he thought about how much Lukas would love the shrine. The interior, the garden, the gatherings, he could get so much inspiration. And Olivia! She’d love the Awakening’s appreciation for redstone dust. They understood it’s value as much as her, maybe they’d even let her use some of it for her inventions! They could make so many gadgets again, it’ll be fun.

Jesse navigated through the cluttered attic, being careful not to knock anything over as he passed through boxes filled with items he used to treasure. Scrapbooks, letters, handcrafted weapons, and other old, random items that he and his old friends collected throughout their adventures. Strange looking rocks, flowers that were withered beyond recognition, pieces of relics, whatever caught their attention back then. It was amusing at the time, but now they’re all worthless to him. Junk.

For a moment, Jesse thought about searching through the boxes and taking memories of Lukas and Olivia back to the shrine with him, but that’d cause a ruckus. Besides, they’ll make plenty of new memories once they’re reunited.

‘What if she’s not here?’ A voice in Jesse’s mind asked. He shook his head.

She has to be here. Aiden was so scared when he slipped up. There was no way he could’ve been lying. Olivia has to be here.

He will find her.

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Stella paced around the room.

“I locked the backdoor, I locked all the windows on the first floor,” Stella said to herself, “Maya told me she’d block her windows, and I made sure to lock the guest’s rooms windows, and--well, our windows can’t be open, but maybe we should board them up?” Stella’s steps quickened.

Their room had two windows. The one closest to Gill was covered by a bookshelf, but the other was unprotected. They had a desk, Stella’s dresser, chairs, and a beanbag. They could possibly stack furniture up to block the window, but what if a quake suddenly happened? What if someone slams the door too hard? Stella’s bed is closest to the door, what if the whole thing comes tumbling down on her? What if it crushes someone?

Gill watched Stella from his bed. She’s been pacing for nearly half an hour.

“I had to lock the windows in Aiden and Cassie’s room and the door to their balcony because Cassie’s gone and Aiden--!” She rushed over to the window and pulled the curtains away. She pressed her face against the glass, “For some reason he left with Olivia and Jess despite the fact that OUR Jesse is running loose through the streets! Does he WANT them to get killed?!”

“I’m sure he’s got a good reason.” Gill said, trying to reassure Stella.

“I heard the door opening, I heard their voices, why didn’t I do anything to stop them? I’m not making anything better--”

“It’ll be okay! I bet they’ll be comin’ home soon.”

“But what if they don’t? What if they get caught, or hurt, or wind up missing, or dead in a ditch?” Her heart was beating faster. If something happened to them, she’d never forgive herself. But they’re adults, they’ll be fine! They can handle themselves! But what if they’re caught off guard? What if something unexpected happens? It’s late, anything could happen. But--but Aiden’s a great fighter, he’s used to--he can--

Stella hurried to her dresser. She pulled open a drawer and took out the first clean top she saw.

“I’m going after them. We need to find them.” She grabbed a bundle of arrows.

“Hey, hey now hold on a moment!” Gill exclaimed, getting off his bed.

“I’m just afraid of--Eep!” Stella turned and immediately jumped back. Her arrows fell, scattering over the floor. She wasn’t expecting Gill to be behind her, she didn’t even hear him approach.

Stella started picking up the arrows.

“Sorry, sorry, didn’t mean t’scare ya!” Gill knelt down and grabbed a couple of arrows.

“I know you’re real nervous ‘bout everythin’... ‘N I am too, but Aiden’ll be okay!” Gill wasn’t sure if he even believed himself. Who knows what Aiden’s doing right now. Aiden probably wanted to do something nice for Jess and Liv, but his train of thought was probably all over the place, especially with Jess around… But Gill didn’t want to make Stella panic more.

Gill handed Stella the arrows, “Maybe we just need to think ‘bout it. What’s the worst case scenario?”

“They could be killed.” Stella answered. “They could be taken and we’d never know where.”

“Right, and what’s th’best case scenario?” Gill asked. He got a bewildered look from Stella.

“The best…?” Stella’s mouth hung open, “I suppose they’d come back home in one piece. Unharmed.”

“Yeah, maybe they even picked up one of those scones ya like at that cafe.” Gill smiled.

“At 12 PM?” Stella looked back at him.

“I’m--Well, ya know,” Gill got a li’l red, “just thinkin’ of the very best case.”

Stella let out a chuckle.

“What ‘bout the realistic scenario? Ya know, what’ll probably happen.”

‘They’ll get hurt.’ Is what Stella wanted to blurt out, but she didn’t. She took a deep breath, holding it in before finally exhaling. The most likely scenario…

“Aiden, Jess, and Olivia will probably come home later,” Stella started, carefully placing the arrows on the dresser, “Aiden will go to bed, Jess and Olivia will be wide awake, and when we wake up we’ll figure out how to deal with this situation.”

“Right, that’s what I was thinkin’.” Gill nodded, “I know ya want ‘em to be safe, ain’t nothin’ wrong with that, I just don’t wantcha worryin’ yourself sick. After what’s been goin’ on, we all need some good sleep.”

Stella kept staring at the top of her dresser as Gill made his way back to bed. He was right. They’ve been running around nonstop, she needs to take it slow.

Stella placed the top back into the drawer. If she wants to be prepared for what tomorrow brings, she needs to be well rested.

Stella went to her bed and laid down, sinking slightly into the mattress. She glanced at Gill, who was looking real cozy buried under his blanket. He peeked at her and gave her a smile.

“Sleep well!”

“You as well,” Stella said, getting under her blanket, “and thank you. I mean it.”

Gill hugged his pillow, “Course, anytime.”

Stella slowly closed her eyes, telling herself that everything will be okay. Aiden will come over, Jess and Olivia will be in one piece. They’ll be okay. They’ll come home, sleep, and things will be okay.

It’ll all be okay.

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Stella woke up, but she kept her eyes shut.

She’s woken up midday when she was stressed before. This isn’t anything new.

She forgot to close her curtains too; she didn’t want to be blinded by the Sun.

She was sweating.

She felt disgusting.

Her whole body felt stiff and sore, and the longer she stayed awake, the worse it got.

Her stomach was hurting. It was getting hard to breathe.

She tried to take a lungful of air, but she couldn’t.

Stella tried to turn to her side. But she couldn’t.

She couldn’t move.

Something was on top of her.

Stella opened her eyes. She was about to scream until Jesse slapped his hands over her mouth.

Jesse sat atop of her, staring down with bloodshot eyes. He looked like he had just been crying.

“If you scream…” Jesse whispered, “I’ll kill you.”

His fingers dug into her face. His hands smelt like rust.

Stella’s eyes darted around the room. Her breaths quickened when she saw their bedroom door was wide open. Why? Why didn’t they lock it?

Stella shot her hands out and grabbed onto Jesse’s arms, trying to pull them away, but he wouldn’t budge.

Jesse’s nails dug into her face, “Stop it--Stop it! Don’t make this harder for both of us.”

Jesse looked to the side. Gill was still asleep. The last thing he needed was Gill making things more difficult.

“I just want you to answer some questions, can you do that for me?” Jesse asked, his thumb caressing the skin below Stella’s eye.

“You can answer, I can leave, and then we can pretend that this was all some bad dream. How does that sound?”

Stella wasn’t fighting.

Carefully, Jesse took his hands away from her mouth, expecting Stella to give quick, quiet replies, ready to get this terrible exchange over with…

But Stella tried to scream again.

Jesse grabbed her throat, silencing her. He shook and choked her until her mouth shut. Until he was certain she wouldn’t try that again.

“Don’t be stupid--don’t--I know you’re not this dumb!” He spoke through his teeth. He quickly looked at Gill again before looking back at her.

“Just listen and answer. That’s all I want you to do.” His grip loosened.

“I’d rather rot than--!” Stella was cut off when Jesse’s clutch tightened once more. She can’t let him do this. She needs to at least try.

Stella tried to thrash around under Jesse’s weight. She tried to throw off his balance, wriggle free, but she was getting weaker each second. The world was starting to blur; her vision spotting and ears ringing.

“They’ll all find you dead on this damn bed. All because you can’t listen.”

‘Lie to him.’ A voice in the back of Stella’s head said. She didn’t have time to argue with herself. She looked at Jesse and mouthed the word ‘Okay’.

Jesse stopped. He didn’t let go, but he stopped.

Stella’s heart was pounding. She wondered if Jesse could feel it.

“There we go. Now then...” Jesse said quietly, his fingers pattering the side of her neck. There was a strange, fixated look in his eyes.

Jesse brought his eyes back to her’s.

“Where’s Olivia?”

Stella froze.

She needs to speak slowly.

“Why in the world do you think we—“ Stella couldn’t get another word out before Jesse slammed her head down. He was treating her no better than a rag doll.

“Don’t you lie—don’t you DARE lie to me!” His voice shook, “You have her, I know you do. She wasn’t in her room. Where is she?”

“We don’t have her! You...” Stella swallowed and gave him a broken look. “Jesse, we both saw her in that ravine. She’s gone.”

Jesse was silent for a moment as he stared down on her.

“We looked down there for hours.” Jesse slowly spoke, “We wanted to find her hat. I wanted—I wanted every last part of her. I had to. I kept looking. Even after we found her, even after her funeral, even after all of you had given up. I did everything I could to find that last memory of her…”

“So why… Why did YOU find it? You don’t… You don’t deserve it. You didn’t—I was—I was the one who—” His voice was cracking.

Stella watched as Jesse barely kept himself together. He trembled, blinking back tears while his heavy breaths wavered. For the first time in so long, Stella felt sympathy for him.

“I know.” Stella whispered, “And I’m so sorry. We don’t have her, and I don’t have her hat. I wish I did, but—“

“That’s not what Aiden said.” Jesse said.

Stella’s eyes widened.

Seeing her reaction, a small, sick smile started to form on Jesse’s face.

“I knew it.” He grinned. He leaned down, getting close to Stella’s face.

“You can’t hide my own friends from me.” His breath was hitting her skin. “So I’m going to ask you one more time: Where. Is. She—”

A loud, low creek interrupted Jesse.

Stella and Jesse turned, and there stood Gill, frozen midstep. He glanced at Jesse, to his feet, then back at Jesse.

“Ah, ya weren’t… Ya weren't supposed t’look over.”

Before Jesse could react, Gill came charging at him and slugged him right in the gut. Jesse went flying off of Stella and hit the dresser, creating a large crack down the middle. Arrows and clothes flew.

“I got Jesse! Go get Maya!” Gill hollered.

Stella ran out of the room shouting Maya’s name.

Jesse got up and sprinted to the window, but stopped and cussed when he saw there was no way to open it. He could slip through door and leave the way he came—

Gill suddenly rammed Jesse into the window; Jesse’s head collided with and cracked the glass. He grabbed Jesse around the waist, fingers digging painfully into his skin.

Jesse faced Gill and started hitting and clawing at him.

“Let go, let go NOW!” He shouted. Despite being hit several times, Gill wasn’t budging. He was squeezing his eyes shut and taking whatever Jesse was giving.

“Ya can’t run this time! Ya got nowhere to go!”

“I was gonna leave but then YOU came and ruined everything! That’s all you do—that’s all you’re good for! Getting in the way!” Jesse’s words only made Gill’s grip stronger.

Jesse could hear Maya’s voice now—and the front door was opening. No, no, this is the last thing he needs. He managed to get a leg free and started kicking at Gill’s face, getting more desperate by the second.

Gill’s nose was crooked and bleeding, he could feel bruises form, and he knew he was gonna get a black eye, but that didn’t matter.

“Jesse, ya can go to prison, or ya can stay with us—“

“I’d rather DIE.” Jesse spat.

Through all the noise, Jesse could make out Aiden’s voice. He was coming closer. The others will be coming too. What if they manipulate Olivia? What if they make her hate him too? What if they take her away?

Tears were welling up in Jesse’s eyes, but then he saw it. In the corner of his eye. An arrow.

Jesse held Gill back with one arm and reached for the arrow. Once it was in his grasp, he raised it high into the air, rolling his eyes back till the whites remained, and prayed to the Hero to give him a fatal blow before bringing the arrow down to Gill’s face.

Gill gasped and moved. The arrow barely missed his face and was plunged deep into his shoulder. He let out a cry and tried to tear it out, giving Jesse enough time to escape Gill.

Footsteps were coming closer, Gill was shouting for his friends, and Jesse could hear Aiden calling his name. He won’t make it to the attic in time.

Jesse rammed his elbow against the cracked window. He kept hitting and hitting until it finally shattered. He took one last glance behind him--catching a glimpse of Aiden--before jumping out.

He squeezed his eyes shut and covered his head while midair. He hit the ground with a loud thud. His body was aching and there was glass in his arm, but he had to go. He needs to leave.

Jesse pushed himself up. The whole world was spinning.

He looked back at that vile house one last time, and as he started running, he saw the front door was still wide open.

He kept running, and that’s when he saw it.

Saw her.

Through the door, there she stood.

It was only a glance. A small, little glance, but that’s all he needed.

As Jesse ran further and further from the house, a smile returned to his face. It grew wider and wider until he was grinning ear to ear. His pain and worries disappeared as he hugged himself so, so tightly.

He could hardly contain himself. He can’t remember when he’s been this happy.

A few chuckles escaped his lips, then he let out a wonderful, joyous laughter as he pranced through the town.

He laughed, and laughed, and laughed.

He laughed when he left that horrid town.

He laughed as he sprinted across the field.

And he kept laughing when he entered the shrine.

Yes, oh yes, it’s all so wonderful.

She’s alive.

#mcsm #minecraft story mode #mcsm jesse #mcsm stella #mcsm gill #mcsm fic #fic #trying somethin a lil different and added a portion of the chapter at the beginning!#cause why not??#hope you all enjoy!!!#everyone is going to be super duper happy :)

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archetypal-archivist · 4 years ago

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Hermitcraft-What is Glass but Crystal Light?

There is a woman, sleeping in the heart of an eldritch being beyond mortal ken. There is a man, strapped into a chair, watched over by worried friends as his mind flies across the cosmos- looking for someone. There is a ship that sails the rivers of light that flow through the outer reaches of the void. And long ago, there were two boys who were nearly consumed by a star that should have stayed dead.

This is their story, split into ten parts, each inspired by a song and each part written within the song's duration. May they receive their happy ending yet.

Also known as, I took on a drabble writing challenge and came out with 1500+ words of Sad Grian the Space Sailor content. Links to the songs will be at the bottom.

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The boat rocked through the waves, glowing light washing against its hull as nebulas and galaxies spun by. Grian stretched out his hand, letting the solar winds trail over and through his fingers, giving his skin a pale, silver glow. To Mumbo, standing stock still- near invisible in the light of the void, purple and dark and impossible to describe- Grian looked ethereal. Impossible. Like light in the void, like a man made of nothing, stretching out beyond his galaxy to see a glimpse of his lover across the cosmos... Was he talking of himself or of Grian? Best not to think about it. (Best not to think.) He was too boring for the brunet, he knew, but even if his redstone skills lacked the ability to hold his love’s attention, not like the starry seas could, it at least gave him this. Back at home, his body lay strapped into a cold metal chair and electrodes and wires poked harshly against his temples. Iskall watched helplessly as his friend’s eyes flickered behind his closed lids. Alas, if only his friend could see the heart that stood before him, wishing for a spark of that brilliant mind to be turned his way. (Sailor Song by Autoheart)

The seas were cold comfort, although few could tell. Grian knew that better than most. Mumbo was precious, truly, but he was better off without him. The seas had claimed him, marked him when they were younger, back when it was just him and the sea and the drowning feelings inflicted upon them both by a man too much like a black hole to be survived. He and the sea had come out changed, something less than human, in the case of his friend, and a bit less than whole for him. Mumbo really did deserve a whole person, not just a shell of one. But still, even if his heart had been eaten by the void, despite the sea’s best efforts, he could leave Mumbo this- a kiss, pressed to a sleeping temple, a key on the table, and a bottle of dreams. All he had left of his heart, all that he could give. (This is Not Goodbye by Sidewalk Prophets)

Taurtis was not always the sea. He was not always light. But always, as before and as always and as he always will be, he was not enough. Grian blamed him, he knew this too. He had come out of the mess of Sam and his pull just as broken as his best friend, but somehow Grian always spoke as if he had come out the poorer of the two of them. As if losing his physical form and his very name, his very identity, was somehow less of a burden than simply losing a heart. Perhaps that was why Grian was so cruel to him now, insisting that having Taurtis wasn’t enough these days. Perhaps losing a heart really was a burden. But compared to a body, to a soul set loose among the cosmos to join the solar seas and the stardust whipped up by the waves? Having to learn the art of surrender in all its brutal perfection? No, Taurtis had it worse by far. But even if he had lost his body, even if Grian blamed him for not protecting them both, even if he wasn’t enough (had internalized the blame, just a bit). Well. At least they’ll be together forever now. He would learn to be enough, maybe. Given time. Time enough in all the world. (Neptune by Sleeping at Last)

The void was not dark. The void was not silent. Beings roamed its reaches, things of light, borders and physics and string theory made flesh. The voids were treacherous, and those who sailed the cosmic seas knew its dangers well. There were things that lurked in the void’s fractalling, mind-hazing fog, in the light that was anything but. Things that ate men alive, bundled them up in contradictions and questions until their who unraveled from their what, until their atoms pulled apart at the seams. But the most eldritch of things in the void was hope. The most dangerous by far, it’s light cast out across the void, glimmered upon the waves and luring in the foolhardy and the desperate into its reach. And yet, it never struck. Never consumed, not as the other monsters of the void did. It didn’t need to. Any who caught glimpse of its might would throw themselves into its mass whole-heartedly. And yet. And yet. Not all who lost themselves to hope were devoured. Deep in its heart, there sleeps a woman. Her name is Stress, because that is what she is. And the heart of the hope at the center of the void is always breaking, because that woman, that Stress in the fabric of reality? She is trying to break free. And someday, she will succeed. And all will be torn bloody and new again. The seas know it. The absent skies know it. Taurtis knows it, in his piecemeal state. And oh, how hope pulls at him for the knowing. Best to leave his Grian in the dark. { Voidfish (Plural) by Rachel Rose Mitchell}

Vintage Beef knew better than to sell to traders and pirates like the man before him. Anyone who looked like they stepped out of a children’s picture book weren’t likely to be able to pay. Pirates belonged in a by-gone age, even ones that stank of light more than anyone he had ever met. But the man before him, edged in salt-spray golden glow, seemed so lost. So desperate. What was a drink, in the face of that? So he served the man a drink and a side of cow, as a treat to keep the man from hopefully getting too sloshed. No luck. And soon, the story came pouring out, a story of a pair of boys and a man who shone like stars, who blinded them with his light and sucked the life from their bones like marrow. A black hole in all but name. The fork in his hand clicked against the man’s teeth as he choked out the words, hands shaking. A childhood gone wrong. Beef just nodded, wondering, lost in the face of such loss. He could understand that, perhaps. But what was his own lost prospects, lost to his bar and his job, in the face of a lost life? He just hoped the man didn’t end up like all other men in story books. Stories ended. And, as the man stumbled out of the bar, starshine glittering around him like grief, he seemed as if he was rushing into his epilogue. Best wishes, Beef spared him a thought. He would need them. (Golden Leaves by Passenger)

Joe loved the sea, for all that he could not bear to touch it. As an ender hybrid, a bit like that prince in the far tower, its waters would burn him to the quick. And he loved the man he caught glimpses of when he stared out across the waves even more. The man had no name, not that he knew of anyway. Though, it’s not like he could ask, locked in his tower as he was. Part of the job description of a poet, of course. Call it an occupational hazard, just like falling for impossibly distant figures straight out of myth or legend and feeling your consciousness splinter across the cosmos to bring you inspiration in your dreams. (Sleep… hurt. He tried not to think about it.) But yes. The man on the edge of the sea, who rode the waves like he was made to. Perhaps he would write a story about him… (Venus by Sleeping at Last)

Grian knew that things were coming to a head. The sea beneath his boat was insisting that it was not actually the sea. Again. He must be going mad, too, losing his mind just like he lost his heart to that awful void-beast monster from so long ago. But somehow, it felt right, to listen to the sea. To lean over the prow and let his fingers trail through its liquid light waters, let the starshine climb up his veins and ooze through his pores, through his system. It was dangerous, yes, but when he cried tears that glowed like joy, it felt good. Cathartic. Like a piece of his was returning to him. He could never get his heart back, and even if he could, he’d turn right around and hand it to Mumbo. But maybe, just maybe, things would be okay. (It’s Alright by Mother Mother)

Taurtis knew the end was coming. And he was okay with it- longed for it even. He had a heart, unlike his friend. But where he was going, the woman who he had set that feeble organ on, he didn’t need it. Ha. This was why Grian really was stupid, as much as he was his best friend. As if you needed a physical heart to love someone. Deep in the heart of hope lived the most beautiful of women in existence, and she would wake soon. And her emergence would kill him in all the ways that didn’t matter. So in the face of that, why not give his best friend one last gift? A steady trail of heart’s blood was perhaps not quite equal to a heart, but for Grian- so caught up on the physicality of the world, the goof- it would do well enough. And perhaps, with this, he would stop moping. Heroes got their happy endings at the end of time, right? (Never Seen Anything “Quite Like You” by The Script)

Bloody hell. What a way to wake up. Stress stared out across the broken remains of a world blown apart by her emergence. How awful it was that her chance at life was paid at the price of a hundred thousand lives. Tears ran down her face. She did not want this. But soon, a man came to her, or a figment of one perhaps. A breath of comfort on the wind, blacker than pitch, black enough that pulled light from the void itself. It wrapped itself around her, kissing away her tears. Clothing her in mother of pearl- fitting, for she knew she was destined to bear forth a new heart of hope. She did not want this, but the affection was appreciated all the same. It would be the only kind touch she would receive in a while, the work would take up most of her free time for the next millennia at least. The void-black ghost introduced himself as Taurtis, at her service, to help her in her task. It was more freeing than service to his best friend, he explained. A service chosen, not owed or forced or bound. And besides, he whispered shyly. He loved her. And perhaps, as Stress turned her eyes to the newborn universe beyond, she could learn to love him too. (cover of On the Arrow by AFI, sung by Rachell Rose Mitchell)

In the distant black, a goddess bore forth a new universe, her shadow of a lover at her side. In the light of the sea, a ship capsized as the waters underneath shuddered and bucked, for the spirit that ensured the ship’s safety was dead. And the man aboard it did not drown. To his amazement, of course. He really had expected to die. But then, hearts full up of love are perhaps the lightest things around and instead of sinking, Grian floated. And when he saw he could do that, joy filled his heart, buoying him higher, and he swam. He had his true love to return to. And when he returned, soggy and beaming, he saw just what lengths his Mumbo had gone to watch him and he freed him from his prison of redstone and wire to kiss him awake. He laughed, giddy, despite Mumbo’s groggy confusion. They were free! Free of longing, of hoping, of heartlessness and cold metal substitutes for love. They could be together! Mumbo just blinked, once, twice, before breaking out into a bright peal of jingling laughter. They were free! He tried to pick up Grian to swing him into a kiss, but his long vigil in his machine left him loose-limbed and weak. Grian kissed him anyway. (Time to Run by Lord Huron)

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(Sailor Song) (This is Not Goodbye) (Neptune) (Voidfish Plural) (Golden Leaves) (Venus) (It's Alright) (Never Seen Anything "Quite Like You") (On the Arrow) (Time to Run)

#hermitcraft #my writing #minecraft #space #minor hermitshipping #taurtis #grian #stressmonster101 #vintagebeef #joe hills #mumbo jumbo #trigger warning: sam is mentioned #fanfiction

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rohad93 · 5 years ago

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Moonlit Masquerade: Colors of Autumn pt 2

Saturday afternoon Amity sat sipping tea in the Redstone bakery, waiting.

Luz was late, but there was usually a good excuse for it.

Usually, it had to do with King or Eda and an explosion, or something coming to life and trying to eat them, which happened far too frequently at the owl house. They had been pretty rambunctious when she’d left that morning after breakfast. King was scurrying into the cabinets, looking for food.

She sat in the far back table by the windows, the same spot the two usually sat in when they visited the shop, which had become quite frequent over the last month and a half they had been dating. It was quiet, out of the way and no one they knew from school ever came here, so aside from being in their secret room or just out in the woods of the Isles, it made it the perfect place for them to be together without any onlookers.

They could go to the owl house, but not if they wanted any real privacy. The place was a madhouse on the best of days with Hooty and King liable to burst in at any moment, and ever since last week, they either had to stay in the living room or leave the door all the way open. She sank down in her chair just thinking about it.

It had started innocently enough, Amity had been laying on her stomach across Luz’s new bed teasing her for her latest malformed abomination summons.

“It’s not supposed to have that many arms…,” Amity snickered as she watched Luz’s abomination flail about with four too many limbs and one-third the size it should have been.

Funny as it was, it was still impressive considering that Luz wasn’t supposed to be able to do magic at all; so she would give her that.

Luz grumbled as she scrunched up the glyph paper, canceling out the spell and her abomination fizzled into a small puddle on the floor. She glanced at her book, from her place, sitting cross-legged on the floor next to the bed, frowning and her brows furrowed between her eyes as she carefully read over the theory behind abomination summoning. Amity watched her with a small smile. The little divots between her brows and the way her mouth screwed up in concentration were cute.

Another failed abomination attempt later she was grumbling to herself and Amity laughed out loud at this one, it was merely a blob on the floor that blinked up at them pitifully.

“Ugh! Why is this so hard?” Luz slapped her hands to her cheeks, frustrated.

“It takes a lot of practice, the fact that you can do it at all is impressive,” Amity soothed, reaching out to run her fingers through the soft, thick brown locks of hair. Luz just grumbled but leaned toward the touch. Amity smirked “Maybe instead of using it to attack something you can just throw this one at them as a distraction?” she couldn't help laughing.

Luz frowned, side-eyeing her girlfriend.

“Very funny." she reached up and poked Amity in the side making her jerk back with a little yelp that made Luz blink, worried that maybe she had hurt her. Amity stared at her with wide, surprised eyes that definitely weren't from pain.

Slowly a devilish grin broke out on Luz’s face as she turned toward her.

“Are you… ticklish, mi amor?”

“No,” was the resolute answer but already her muscles were tensing up as Luz rose to her knees, grin still firmly in place.

“Oh~?” She leaned forward, hands on the bed and Amity leaned back as far as her position laying on her stomach would allow.

“Luz…,” she said in a warning tone, glaring at her girlfriend and her diabolical expression.

“Hmmm?” Luz just grinned wider.

“Don’t…,” she started but not soon enough as Luz pounced.

Amity squealed with laughter, as Luz’s fingers dug into her sides, pressing into all the sensitive areas of her ribs. She rolled over onto her back trying to escape but Luz scrambled after her, pinning her beneath her as she straddled her waist and mercilessly running her fingers across her sides and stomach.

“Ss-stop!” Amity choked on her uncontrollable laughter as Luz giggled right along with her, but didn’t relent as Amity squirmed beneath her trying to grab her hands but her spasming sapped all her strength. She couldn’t concentrate long enough to even think to draw a spell circle to throw Luz off or grab her wrists.

“Luz!” only when she finally managed to squeal, breathless, did Luz finally stop, hands dropping to either side of her head on the bed to hold herself up over Amity, still giggling down at her and wearing a bright smile as the witch gasped for breath, chest heaving and face flushed.

She wanted to be annoyed with Luz and her stupidly, blinding, giddy smile, but she could only grin back as she tried to get her breathing back under control. At some point in the struggle her hair tie had worked itself free too.

It was then that the look on Luz’s face changed.

The grin fell away as she gazed down at her girlfriend in silent, open wonder.

Bright, green hair was splayed out around her head in sharp contrast to her still flushed skin and the happy little smile on her face as she worked to slow her breathing, looking up at Luz with half-lidded gold eyes, still glazed over from crying with laughter.

Luz swallowed thickly. The mood in the room shifted.

Amity was so beautiful...

Without thinking Luz leaned down, capturing Amity’s mouth in a searing kiss, muffling her surprised noises.

Amity was shocked at the sudden kiss, but it didn’t last long as she reached up to dig her fingers in Luz’s hair.

Luz tilted her head, deepening the kiss, and a flash of heat jolted through her, searing, like nothing she’d ever felt before, nothing like the handful of kisses they’d shared before.

The sound that comes out of her throat is not a moan, most certainly not.

Luz jerks back at the noise though to look at her, and they're both bright red and heaving for breath.

Amity wants to say something, anything to explain away the sound.

Titan, she’s embarrassed!

She’s unaware that Luz’s thoughts are on an entirely different page, in a whole different book.

She wants to make her make that sound again.

Just as Amity’s lips part to say something Luz is kissing her again, and this one is very different than the impromptu one from before; this one has purpose.

Amity’s mind is a static mess of jumbled, half-thoughts as she reaches up to clench the back of Luz’s shirt in her hands, unconsciously pulling her closer. One thought immediately jumps out to her.

'Is that her tongue!?'

Luz succeeds in her mission to elicit the sound from her girlfriend again, but of course, the second she does, the door flings open.

“Hey, you two wan-”

Amity shrieks, practically flinging Luz off her and over the side of the bed with a loud crash and thump as Eda stands in the doorway, wide-eyed and mouth hanging open mid-sentence. Luz scampers back to standing, hardly fazed from being tossed to the ground.

Amity wants to die.

“Ooohh, hey, Eda… uhhh…. sup?” Luz asks with a nervous squeak and a finger gun.

Eda looks at them both, faces blood red and neither one of them can look her in the eye. She crosses her arms, looking unamused.

She had wanted to die right there, she had prayed to the Titan that the floor would just open up and swallow her.

She could still hear Eda’s annoyed voice.

"Nope, you want to suck face, do it somewhere else, where I can't see."

She left soon after, too embarrassed to look at the owl lady another second.

Then of course she'd had to walk past a smirking Lilith on the couch when she left soon after.

Not her finest moment.

Luz had messaged her later that night, saying that Eda had sat her down on the couch and laid out some new ground rules for her whenever the two were at the owl house, which basically boiled down to: 'do whatever you want, cause I know it's gonna happen anyway, just don't do it here where I can see it.'

That, and all doors had to be kept open at all times if the two were in the same room together.

Amity thought that was… quite lenient but then again, Eda had a very practical, straightforward approach to life.

She grumbled to herself, face pinking at the memory. Every time she'd gone to the owl house since Eda had been giving her these knowing looks whenever the two went upstairs and would sometimes send King to check on them.

But Amity only needed one lesson to learn. She was just thankful it was Eda and not her brother or sister that had caught them. Or Titan forbid, her own parents; she really would have died.

Luckily she had managed to get out of the house this morning without Eda or Lilith giving them any looks, probably only because Luz had explained everything that had happened yesterday, including her… family’s dynamic.

She felt so vulnerable and meek last night, laying out everything she had always kept to herself about her home life and her family to Luz. Somewhere in the back of her mind she’d been tense, just waiting for Luz to turn her away, belittle her problems, something, no matter how consciously she knew Luz would never, and she didn't. She'd just held her comfortingly and listened, and for once, Amity didn't feel judged at all; she felt seen and heard.

When she’d gone to sleep last night with Luz’s arms wrapped around her waist and whispering quiet words of comfort and love into her ear, it had felt like a blast of icy wind on her burning, raw emotions; she felt loved.

Honestly, she wouldn’t mind if that was the case for the rest of her life. A thought that made her skin prickle with pleasant sensations.

She smiled to herself before taking a long drink of her tea.

"Hõla, mi amor," was whispered in her ear, hot breath ghosting over the tip and making shivers run the length of her spine.

She choked on the liquid in her mouth, coughing and sputtering. A hand slapped her back, helping to dislodge the liquid and she sucked in a ragged breath.

"Don't do that!" Amity gasped, red-faced as her girlfriend finally appeared at her side, grimacing.

"Sorry, Amity," she said apologetically, rubbing her back. "You okay?" she asked, sliding onto the seat across from her.

"Fine, I'm fine…," she said, finally getting her breathing back under control. "What took you?"

"King got his head stuck in a peanut butter jar." Luz shrugged, chuckling and Amity rolled her eyes.

"Of course. Well, Gus and Willow aren't here yet either."

"Cool, I'm so excited." She was practically vibrating in her seat and Amity smiled. “What’s the autumn festival like?”

“It will probably just be easier to take you there and show you,” Amity said as she took another drink, all of it going down the correct pipes this time.

The human huffed, leaning her elbows on the table. Amity just smiled into her cup and Luz watched her quietly. The early afternoon sunlight is shining directly through the window onto their table and she watches it shine off golden irises and mint green strands of hair. She idly wonders at how pretty she would look with sunlight bouncing off the naturally warm auburn hair hidden beneath the cool tones and feels herself frowning.

She'd really liked Amity's hair when they first met, even if the girl herself hadn't given off the best impression, almost letting her get dissected and all that, though to be fair, she'd also been helping Willow cheat her out of her rightfully earned spot at the top of the class, and Luz knew how her girlfriend felt about school and her grades, something else she heavily suspected had to do with her parents, but now that she knew why Amity dyed it, and how she felt about it, it left a bitter taste in her mouth.

If Amity liked it, it would be another story altogether, but it bothered her and thus, it bothered Luz.

She drummed her fingers on the table, staring at the color. Her brows furrowed tightly between her eyes as she stared at the offending color; it made her angry. She couldn't imagine how Amity felt every time she saw herself in the mirror; a thought that was quickly souring her mood.

Amity glanced up from her cup to see her girlfriend glaring at her and blinked. No, Luz wasn't looking at her, but her hair, and as much as she usually hated people staring at it, usually after re-dying it, she could see the gears turning in Luz's head. She sat the cup down gently.

"Luz," she called, drawing her out of her thoughts.

Luz blinked, eyes shooting down to lock with Amity's

"Hmm?"

"It's okay…" She paused, hesitating. "Well, it's not," she finally admits to herself and aloud for the first time. "But it's okay."

Luz pursed her lips but nodded, keeping her mouth closed. Maybe she wasn't always the quickest study, but she'd learned yesterday's lesson quickly. Amity knew she was there if she needed her, and if she said it was okay, Luz needed to respect that.

If Amity isn't going to be worked up about, neither will she.

She's going to try anyway.

“Did you talk to Ed an Em?” she asks after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

“Yeah… we had a long talk this morning after I got home." A small smile works its way onto her lips and Luz feels herself mirroring it back unconsciously. "They were really mad… and ashamed, I guess?" She went on.

"Ashamed?" Luz cocked her head as Amity nodded.

"After the first time I had to color my hair, they teased me a lot, they thought I was trying to be more like them." She shrugged. "I had to talk them down from dying their hair brown.” She grinned and Luz snorted. That she would have loved to see. All three Blight siblings with auburn hair. Actually, she may not be able to handle that...

“Ed and Em love you a lot,” she says and Amity blinks, looking at her almost in surprise before nodding, a smile working its way onto her face.

“Yeah… I know they do, I’m not sure what I would do without them,” she admits.

Luz smiles, happy that Amity has the twins to always back her up in her family.

It makes her think of her mom and she frowns. She'd been bottling up all those thoughts for the last, almost two weeks, since that day she woke up and her phone showed her calendar had an event for the day.

'Going Home!'

She'd laid there in bed for a long while, staring at the big, bold text glaring back at her from the screen until Eda had peeked her head inside to ask her if she was going to school that day or if she wanted to come with her and pick some pockets at the market.

She jerked, coming back to herself as Amity laid her smaller hand over hers and gave a reassuring squeeze.

Amity knew that look. She was thinking hard about something, something else this time. Her face was drawn up in a quiet melancholy she had seen reflected back at herself enough times to know.

"You okay?" she asked. Luz nodded

“Yeah, just thinking…," she said, turning her hand over to hold hers and squeezed back.

“Anything you want to talk about?” Amity didn’t like the pensive look that had been on her face and after last night she knows that there are still things for them to talk about; like her mom and not even mentioning when her departure date had come and gone to anyone. They'd ended up getting wrapped up in her family drama and that had been enough for one night.

Luz inhaled deeply before sighing. If last night had taught her anything it was that they needed to communicate honestly about their feelings with each other for their relationship to work.

"Yes," she nodded. "...but not right now." She smiled reassuringly at her girlfriend, who nodded, giving her hand another squeeze.

The bell over the door chimed.

"Hey, Luz, Amity!"

They both looked up to see Gus and Willow in the doorway, Gus waving enthusiastically at them.

"Hey, guys!" Luz grinned, perking up as they walked over.

"So, everything is okay, I take it?" Willow looked between the two, their hands still entwined on the tabletop.

"Never better." Luz grinned, turning to Amity, who nodded, smiling.

"Great, ready to go then?" Gus asked, grinning excitedly and bouncing in place.

"You bet!" Luz jumped up.

They left the bakery and quickly headed toward the center of town. Luz could tell they were getting close to the festivities by the ever-growing sounds of shouting and laughter. They turned a corner and Luz grinned.

The street was lined with a variety of booths selling toys, knickknacks, and other things. She could smell something delicious coming from somewhere among the many brightly colored stands.

"Welcome to the Bonesborough autumn festival!" Gus held out an arm, grinning widely.

"Ooh~" She held her fists to her cheeks and bounced excitedly on her toes.

Willow and Amity watched the other two hop around and shared a knowing smirk.

"What do we do first?" Luz turned to them with barely restrained glee.

"Well I don't know about you two, but Gus and I haven't had lunch yet. We're going to get something to eat." Willow jerked a thumb in the direction of some booths selling food."

"I could eat," Luz agreed.

"Is there ever a time you could not eat?" Amity asked with a teasing grin. For someone her size, she had learned that Luz had a voracious appetite.

She just grinned and shrugged.

"Food ho, then!" Gus pointed before taking off with Luz hot on his heels, leaving Willow and Amity in their dust.

"So, everything got worked out?" Willow glanced at Amity out of the corner of her eye as they trailed after Gus and Luz as they ran from stand to stand trying to decide what they wanted to eat.

"Yeah… for the most part," she said, making Willow look at her, the unasked question apparent on her face. "Has Luz talked to you about her mom and not being able to go back to the human realm?" Amity asked.

"No, when the day came and went and she didn't say anything, Gus and I figured she had talked about it with you. I didn't realize till yesterday that you'd forgotten." Willow was shaking her head.

Amity felt a pang of guilt at that. Something so important, and it had just slipped her mind. More worrying though was that it seemed like Luz hadn't talked about it with anyone.

The worry on her face must have been clear.

"I'm sure she'll talk about it when she's ready," Willow tried to assure her worried friend. "You know her, she's not exactly the best at containing her emotions for long."

As if to punctuate that statement they can hear both Luz and Gus calling them over loudly from a stand with a bright blue sign advertising food on a stick.

"Try this, Luz." Gus hands her something on a stick that looks suspiciously like a deep-fried lizard.

"Welp, when in Rome…," she says and takes a bite, chewing thoughtfully. "Crunchy..." she swallows it and takes another bite.

"Don't just feed her things, Gus! We never know what she can eat or not." Amity frowned.

"It's fine." Luz waves away her girlfriend's concerns.

"Do you even know what you're eating?" Willow asks, hands on her hips. Luz looks down at the half-eaten lizard.

"No, but I've learned it's better not to ask and just eat or I'd have starved by now." She shrugs and takes another bite for emphasis.

"Just last week you broke out in a full-body rash after eating bramblewheat bread." Amity crossed her arms and leveled her with a look.

"Does this have bramblewheat?" Luz asked and Gus shook his head. "Then it's fine."

"If you start throwing up I'm not taking care of you again," Amity says with a huff.

"Yes, you would." Luz sticks her tongue out at her as she walks up to the stand and orders her own food, shooting Luz a look.

Once they all have their food they wander up and down the many rows of booths looking at the different things for sale.

Fall is only just now ushering into the Isles, so the day is pleasantly warm and sunny with the occasional chilly wind blowing through to rustle their clothes and hair. They spend a while looking at all the different offerings and wandering around.

They've seen a number of their classmates too, so as much as Luz wants to hold Amity's hand as they walk around, she knows it's not wise.

Someone like Boscha could be around to see them.

She knows from their adventure in Willow's memories that the only reason she was ever friends with Boscha and Skara was that her parents worked with theirs and made her. If she saw them it could easily make it back to Amity's parents, and that's not something Luz is willing to chance just because she wants to hold her girlfriend's hand at a fair.

That doesn't stop her from walking much closer to her than is strictly necessary though, their shoulders and hands occasionally brushing. Amity knows what she's doing without any words and smiles anytime their fingers touch, twitching them so sometimes hers tangle with Luz's and it makes the human grin.

Willow spots a stand selling some kind of plants and runs over with Gus behind her, leaving the couple standing on the corner; neither has any interest in the plants.

While they wait Luz looks around and spots a long row of game booths with prizes hanging on their flimsy walls and grins, glancing over at Amity who is picking at her rotten candy.

"Hey, let's go play the games, I'll win you a prize," she declares.

"You won't win anything at those, Luz."

"You doubt my skills, amor?" Luz huffs dramatically.

"Depends on which skills we're talking about…," Amity drawls, still grinning as she pulls some threads off the stick and pops them in her mouth. "It has nothing to do with your skills; those games are rigged," she finishes.

"Pfft, so are the ones in the human realm, but that never stopped me before." She puffs out her chest and hooks a thumb to her chest.

Amity is still smirking as she walks by Luz toward the games, bumping her shoulder with hers and glancing at her out of the corner of her eye.

"Alright then, querida." she smiles coyly. "Win me a prize."

Luz's brain stalls, the same way it has every time the new term of endearment has so easily rolled off Amity's tongue. When her brain restarts she puffs up and grins back.

Willow and Gus find them twenty minutes later by following the loud sounds of yelling in a familiar, yet unfamiliar tongue.

Luz and Amity are standing in front of a game where you throw a ball at sliding targets.

Amity looks equal parts worried and exasperated as she stands a few feet behind Luz.

"What's going on?" Willow asks her as they walk up. Gus trots over to Luz's side and Amity sighs, rubbing her temples while Luz stands at the counter trying to hit the targets and continually pulling snails out of her pocket to hand over to the grinning man on the other side who takes her money happily.

"She's trying to win me a prize…" Amity drags her hand down her face and looks at Willow tiredly, before her gaze slides to Luz, turning worried, and she has every right to be as more angry Spanish punctuates the air when one of Luz's balls that were headed straight for its intended target, makes a slight, almost unnoticeable change in trajectory; as though by magic...

"¡Maldito, estupido, juego amañado!" She's shouting and Gus joins her, angry on his friend's behalf and repeating the words, though it comes out more of an unintelligible mishmash, and he has no idea what it means.

"You didn't tell her the games are rigged?"

"Of course I did, but she insisted… and maybe I teased her a little, but I didn't expect… this." She waves a hand at the scene unfolding in front of them.

"¡Eso es una mierda!" Luz bangs her fist on the counter, making the carnie flinch back. Her face is twisted up in near rage.

"Yeah!" Gus shouts, slamming his too.

Willow frowns. Sure, Luz has a tendency to get carried away and caught up in the moment, but this is a little extreme even for her. She looks over at the game where Luz is glaring at the targets, shoulders bunched up and tense.

They're little placards with round, yellow eyes and slit, cat-like pupils that shine in the sun.

Willow's only seen the portal door once, maybe twice, at a glance, sitting in the living room when she's been at the owl house, but it doesn't take her more than a few seconds to make the connection given Luz's erratic behavior.

"Amity…" Willow whips toward her friend who looks back, surprised.

"Look, kid, maybe go try another game..?" The guy looks nervous the more she shouts strange words at him.

"¡Solo dale las malditas bolas!" Luz growls, slapping another coin on the cracked wood counter, not even realizing that in her newly triggered fury she has slipped into Spanish.

Before the guy can say anything an arm is wrapping around hers and pulling her away from the game.

She yelps and stumbles, trying to keep up and looks up after she's righted herself to see Amity quickly pulling her between some booths and into a quiet, dim alley before they finally stop and Amity faces her, though she doesn't let her go.

"Wha- Amity, I was just about to..."

"That's enough, Luz…" her voice is sharp, but it doesn't hold any anger. It does what she intended it to and Luz's mouth snaps shut with an audible click.

Misdirected anger is still swirling in her gut but now embarrassment and shame have been added to the churning mix once she’s away from the game and its targets that had seemed to glare at her. Amity looks at her, and its equal parts sadness and understanding that only makes these feelings intensify.

"I'm sorry," she mumbles, looking at the ground. Her eyes itch and her throat is tight. The tips of Amity's boots move into her line of sight and gentle fingers on her cheek and guide her face back up.

"You don't have anything to be sorry for…," Amity tells her quietly, black painted fingers slide across the angry flush that has lingered on Luz's cheek. "Maybe we should call it a day…" it's not really a question.

"I don't wanna ruin your guy's good time…," Luz says quietly, it's almost a whimper.

"You're not. Gus and Willow will understand, and I'm not going to have a good time if I know you're not."

Luz pursed her lips but nodded after a moment.

Amity peeks her head out around the corner of the alley and waves the two over from where they had been waiting just out of sight.

"Luz and I are going to head out," she tells them, worried eyes glancing back at Luz, who's rubbing one of her arms in that nervous way they've all seen her do before.

"Okay, no worries." Willow smiles at her comfortingly and Gus nods, handing Amity the snails Luz had slammed on the counter.

"We'll see you Monday, Luz." He grins at his friend.

"Right" Luz nods and puts on a smile for them, though they all know it's forced.

They part ways, Amity pulling Luz along by the hand as they navigate through the back alleys to come out at the edge of the woods.

They walk along the dirt paths in silence, Amity's hand never letting go of hers.

Luz frowns, looking down at the dirt and leaves crunching under her feet.

A cold wind breezes through the trees and tousles her hair. She glances up to look at Amity, a small part of her expecting her to be angry or upset for making a scene at the festival, but she catches her eye looking back at her and all she can see is worry in their golden depths, which somehow, is both comforting and worse.

She takes a deep breath and sighs heavily.

"I'm sorry about… all that," she finally says.

"I told you, there's nothing to be sorry for, Luz," Amity insists, looking at her pointedly.

Luz hums, turning away from the intense gaze. It's hard to get out words when those eyes are trained so intently on her right now.

"Can… Can we talk now? About… ya know?" Luz asks, looking at Amity from the corner of her eye, almost afraid she'll say no, even though she knows better. It's still a relief when Amity speaks.

"Of course," she says.

Now it's Luz tugging her along as she pulls her down a different path then the one they had been walking down that led to the owl house.

They walk in quiet for a while before Amity realizes where they are going.

She can see the bright, pink leaves of their tree long before they are standing under it.

Once they are, she can see that they're starting to turn crimson at the bottom. Deep and warm, standing out in stark contrast to the pinks.

Luz let's go of her hand and shoves hers into her pockets, shoulders hunched. Amity wants to reach out and comfort her, but she doesn't. She knows Luz will come to her when she's ready, or she wouldn't have let go of her hand.

Amity sits at the base of the tree, back against the rough bark, and waits, watching Luz scuff her shoe in the dirt.

The sun isn't setting yet, but it is dipping down closer to the horizon, casting long orange rays of light over the cliffside.

"How did you know?" she asks finally.

"I didn't, Willow did. I'd never seen the portal." Luz hums and Amity pauses. She knows what this is about, of course, but it still feels invasive to ask, like poking a fresh wound. "Is it your mom?"

Luz’s jaw works soundlessly for a minute.

"I… I miss her… but… I hardly think about her or the human realm anymore…," Luz finally managed to spit out the words, and saying them out loud makes her flinch.

"I don't understand…" Amity's brow furrows in confusion. Maybe she didn't know what this was about. "I thought you missed your home and mom."

Luz whips around to face her.

"No, I don't, that's the problem!" she finally says and Amity's eyes widen.

"When I first came here I thought about my mom and the human world all the time, but now, it's like… a background thought." She starts pacing. "For a while there I didn't think about it at all until I got the reminder on my phone the day I was supposed to leave… hadn't thought about her or our house at all…" she stops her pacing, looking at the dirt. "Whenever someone says 'home', I don't think about my mom or our house on the corner at the edge of the woods anymore…" she bites her lip.

Amity waits quietly.

"I think about the owl house. I think about Eda, King, and Hooty, even Lilith…," she sighed raggedly, emotions welling up behind her eyes and she walks over to flop to the ground in front of Amity. "After the last time we were here I went home, and I was laying in bed and… I was so happy… and just as I was about to fall asleep I thought…" She pauses trying to say the words. "I thought: I don't ever wanna leave." She looks up at Amity and her eyes are shiny, tears pooling in the corner "And I felt terrible because it's true...I don’t ever want to leave."

"What about your life there?" It's all Amity can do to ask as she sits, half-stunned at Luz's confession. Luz pulls her knees up to her chest.

"Do you remember what I told you at the dance, in your backyard?" she asks and Amity frowns, knowing exactly what she's talking about. She'd tried hard not to think about that too much.

"That you didn't have any friends… that you were lonely," she says quietly. Luz nods.

"I was the school freak… no one wanted to hang out with me, I was never picked for any teams and when we did projects kids would rather work on their own then do it with me… I've been shoved into lockers… and trash cans… it was like a right of passage to prank or pick on me at my old school…," she mumbles, looking at the ground, she can't look at Amity's face right now, knowing that tears are starting to overflow.

Amity's fists clench and she feels searing anger course through, but louder then the anger is the heartache she feels pulsating in her chest at the broken tone of Luz's voice.

"Here, I have Eda and King, Gus and Willow, and all our classmates that are happy to work with me when we do projects… I have you." She finally looks up and the tears have started to slowly slide down her cheeks.

Amity's chest is tight, so tight it hurts as she stares into Luz’s shiny, brown eyes, the orange rays of light reflecting off them and the tear tracks on her face.

"No one understood me back home, even my mom. I know she just wanted to help, but I don't like taxes or public radio, and I don't want to!" she shouts, throwing out her arms, anger coloring her words.

"I like training Griffins with Viney and learning Illusions with Gus and almost getting my hand bitten off by man-eating plants with Willow, I love learning magic with Eda and Lillith and finally getting to be myself and people not hating me for it!" she's yelling, words choked and choppy by the end, frustration and anger rolling off her in waves even as tears pour down her face.

Amity just stares at her with wide eyes as Luz vents all her frustrations, panting and fists clenched.

"Luz…" Amity can only breathe her name. Her girlfriend's pain is palpable and Amity doesn't know what to do or say and she feels helpless.

Luz looks at her and all the hot anger seems to drain away leaving only her frustration and tears.

"I…," she hiccups. "I love my mom, and I miss her so much, but… I've been thinking about it a lot, and I realized that if Eda told me she found a way to send me back I… I wouldn't want to go," she chokes on a breath and tears drip off her chin to the dirt. "I want to stay here... even though I'm hurting her... I'm selfish and I hate myself for it…," she sobs, burying her head in her hands and Amity can't take it anymore.

She shoots forward and grabs Luz, pulling her into her chest as she leans back against the bark of their tree, Luz curled up between her legs, head on her chest, tucked protectively under Amity's chin as she sobs.

"You're not selfish…," Amity breathes, her hold tight, a hand running gently up and down her back while the other is threaded through her hair, holding her close. She can feel the tears on her neck and soaking through her shirt.

"It's okay to want to be happy…," Amity chokes, as tears of her own fall. Luz's pain is so visceral, to see her like this feels like a hand squeezing around her heart; threatening to pop it.

Luz cries for a long time, cries until she doesn't have the energy to shed more tears or the breath to sob. The whole time Amity holds her close, whispering loving words into her ear, and slowly the sobs quiet and the tears cease to fall.

It's well and truly dark by the time her breathing has evened out. She takes a last shuddering breath and all she feels is exhaustion, but strangely, also a little lighter.

She didn't expect baring her grief to feel this way… almost freeing, not having to keep it all inside, having someone to share it with. It was just this time yesterday that she'd told Amity that they needed to be able to lean on each other, that they were here for each other, and it's only now, post two hours of sobbing into her girlfriend's chest, that she sees just how true that is with crystal clarity.

Sees just what it means to have someone who will gladly help you carry your burdens because they love you.

Pain lingers in her chest, but no longer is it a crushing pressure, threatening to crack her ribs.

Amity hasn't said anything for a while, but her hand runs up and down her back without pause, it's constant pressure comforting.

She sniffles, burying her face in Amity's neck and let's that sweet, flowery smell she's become so acquainted with fill her senses.

The love and affection she feels from the girl holding her is a balm on her raw feelings.

"Thank you..." Her voice is scratchy and her throat tender.

"I'm here if you need me, querida," Amity mumbles into her hair, grip tightening and Luz can't help but smile wetly, no matter how small, into her neck.

She can tell that the word still doesn't roll off her tongue naturally, words of affection still being relatively new to Amity after years of not receiving or giving them to anyone.

But she tries, tries so hard for her, and that, more than anything else, means more to Luz then she knows how to express. It warms her bruised heart in a way that is hard for her to describe, no matter how many sappy books and over the top fanfics she's read that have tried to describe this very feeling that's swelling in her chest and she understands why it's so hard to put into written words, much less spoken.

So she settles for ones that she hopes convey it all.

“I love you,” she mumbles against her neck and feels Amity squeeze.

“I love you too,” she says back just as quietly.

Luz finally, reluctantly, pulls out of Amity's hold and scrubs at her cheeks. Her legs are asleep and buzzing in that painful way.

She sees the flash of a familiar pink spell circle and an orb of light floats between them, lighting up the darkness, making her squint.

Amity’s own eyes are rimmed with red from her own tears.

Luz takes a breath, trying to bring some life back to herself.

“This has been the longest weekend ever…,” she huffs finally and Amity can only agree with the sentiment.

“It really has…,” she mumbles and despite the heaviness, she still feels, Luz wants to wipe the frown off Amity’s face.

“I’m sorry I didn’t win you a prize…,” she says suddenly and Amity blinks at her, eyes wide. Once the words have sunk in she can’t help but chuckle and Luz also smiles. It’s small but a smile all the same.

“It’s okay, Luz.” She smiles.

They just stare at each other for a minute before Amity stands and holds her hand out.

“Come on, I’ll walk you home.”

Luz takes her hand and Amity helps steady her on her deadened limbs before they leave the cliffside, her hand wrapped around Luz’s. It's colder now that the sun has gone down and they aren’t huddled together.

Most of the walk is silent until they approach the house, it’s warm lights bright in the dark of the woods.

“I think I’m just going to stay home the rest of the weekend…,” Luz says quietly.

“Me too…” Amity agrees. She hesitates not sure if she should voice her question or not, but in the end, she does. “Are you going to be okay?” her voice is small but in the quiet of the woods Luz hears it clearly and she sighs heavily through her nose.

“Yeah… I will” she nods, turning to face Amity.

“Okay” Amity accepts the answer, she doesn’t know if it’s true or not, but if Luz says she is, she’s going to accept it. She leans in to peck her lips softly but doesn’t immediately pull away, their foreheads pressed together and Luz looks back at her, exhausted, but affection is clear in her face.

Amity chews on her words a second and Luz waits, knowing the look on Amity’s face. She’s trying to decide something.

“If you’re selfish then I must be really selfish…,” she finally mumbles, frowning. and Luz’s eyes widen a fraction. “...because I don’t ever want you to leave either,” she breathes and Luz can feel it ghost across her face.

Luz swallows thickly. She meant every word she’d said tonight. As much as she misses her mom, she never felt like she belonged in the human world, an outsider, and especially not now that she knows that there’s a place where she really belongs.

“I’m going to keep looking for a way…,” she finally says. “I have to at least let her know, somehow, that I’m okay… but this is my home,” Luz whispers, and Amity’s hand around hers squeezes.

“I’ll help you any way I can,” Amity promises and Luz can’t help the pull at the corners of her lips and she nods.

“So, I guess we’ll just be selfish together then?” she asks, and Amity’s mouth also twitches up in a small smile.

“Yeah”

~ ~

this is the longest one yet...

Enjoy

Also, I didn’t think this needed to be said, but if anyone thinks their getting more then a ‘T’ rating out of this pair from me, you in the wrong place.

#Lumity #Moonlit Masquerade #Luz Noceda #Amity Blight #Eda Clawthorne #Gus Porter #Willow Parks #toh #the owl house #fanfic

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vitamx · 6 years ago

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watch and learn, chapter 2

[Chapter 1] [Read on AO3 too!]

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To say Mumbo was on edge was more than an understatement.

It wasn’t every day you met a person with wings and several eyes, nor to be threatened to keep that person a secret.

When Mumbo had seen Xisuma next, it had been somewhere in the shopping district- Mumbo was on his way to a Techtris meeting with Iskall and Stress- and Mumbo could have sworn his heart had stopped.

“Oh, hello there, Mumbo,” Xisuma had said to him. “You look pale. Are you alright?” He had asked.

Just one word. One word and he could have gotten such a burdening weight off his chest.

But Mumbo found he was unable to speak. He remembered the chilling air that surrounded him and he remembered Grian’s very obvious threat to him.

“Tell not a soul I am here, and I will bring no harm to anyone or anything here.”

All Mumbo could grit out was a simple, “Yes, of course I am well, of course. I must be going now,” and off he went, stumbling on his takeoff towards Tundra (the mega-shop he, Stress and Iskall had built together as Techtris).

And now here Mumbo was, shifting uncomfortably in his seat as Stress and Iskall were talking excitedly to him about their new ideas for Tundra. A nervous smile was placed on his face, and Mumbo couldn’t help but glance down at his communicator every once in a while to see how much time had passed.

How much time until it would be night.

Until the other members of Techtris began to notice.

(They’d come up with the name after Mumbo began to whistle the Tetris theme while they were brainstorming name ideas- a game of building onto other blocks... and two of them were techy, so it fit perfectly!)

“Alright, that’s it, Mumbo- love, why’ve you been jitterin’ in your seat this whole meeting? Is there just somefin’ on your mind?” Stress asked, turning her body in Mumbo’s direction, her wide eyes staring at him innocently.

“Yeah, I’d hate to agree with Stress, but-” Stress narrowed her eyes and kicked Iskall in the ankle from underneath the table- “-OW! Urgh, but, she’s right. You’ve been acting kinda funny for the past day or two actually, now that I think about it. What’s up, man?” Iskall said, leaning back in his chair as he offered a small, comforting smile to Mumbo.

“You can tell us anyfing… y'know that, right? We’re your pals! Your best buds! We don’t bite!” Stress laughed, scooting her chair closer to Mumbo as her sentence dragged on- and Mumbo couldn’t help but let out a genuine chuckle.

“I’m fine, guys, honestly- I think I’m just,” Mumbo paused, shifting his weight in his chair, “Tired. Haven’t been able to fall asleep that easily these past few nights. Mostly just agitated.”

Iskall hummed in understanding, sitting up in his chair as he tapped the edges of the birch table they were gathered around.

“That sucks, dude- hope you’re able to fix that,” Iskall said, frowning.

“Oh, don’t- don’t worry about it, I’m sure it’s not a long term thing,” Mumbo stuttered, “Maybe it’s just too cold or something--”

Mumbo stood up, shooting Stress and Iskall an apologetic smile.

“But uhm, I think I’ll go try and sleep- it’s, already about night, so…” He began, before Stress shot him a wide smile, smacking his arm lightly.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, Mumbo! Go and try to get some rest, we’ll catch ya’ up on anyfing important we talk about.”

A grateful grin and a few rockets later, Mumbo was making his way back to his base, and with that came a rising feeling of dread. What if Grian was there? Sure, he hadn’t been for the past two days, but what if he was there now?

Although he braced himself for a chilling temperature to hit him full-force as he neared his base, he did not actually expect it to appear. His heart stopped momentarily- he was here.

He was here.

Shivering from both a hint of fear and from the cold itself, Mumbo landed on the shore of the island that his base was founded upon. Arms wrapped around himself, Mumbo furrowed his eyebrows as he scanned the area.

“Well, you’re certainly keen about finding me the moment I arrive.”

Flinching, Mumbo looked up, finding Grian sitting atop one of the arcs that curved around his sphere of a base, his wings drooping ever so slightly. He looked… relaxed. Less cryptic.

Huffing in frustration, Mumbo called out to him.

“Why are you here again? What do you want from me? I haven’t told anyone anything, so-!”

“Ah, ah, ah!” Grian interrupted, waving his index finger in front of him with a sly grin. “I haven’t gotten to ask my question yet.”

Mumbo stared at the winged figure incredulously. What gave him the idea that he needed answers? If anything, Mumbo needed more answers than that winged- thing, he’s sure of it!

“Your questio-?! Ugh, Fine,” Mumbo groaned, glaring lightly at the cryptid being. “What’s your ‘question’?” He asked.

The sooner he answered, the sooner he could get his own answers, right?

“Hm…” Grian seemed to ponder for a minute, tapping his chin every so often.

Then, a wicked grin stretched across his face.

A grin that contorted his playful exterior into a menacing one.

A grin that screamed of terror, as shadows covered his face and several vibrant purple eyes creeped its way onto his face like a swarm of ants.

Such an expression threw out any pondering on if the winged beast was human.

“Why are you lying?”

Mumbo’s blood ran cold, and frost began to creep its way along the walls of his base.

“Wh-what? I’m not… I’m not lying about anything!” He defended.

“That’s awfully cute,” Grian cooed snarkily as the shadows backed away from his face. “But I would prefer an answer quickly, redstoner. Time keeps running, never stopping still… It will not wait for you. And neither will I!” He added on cheerfully.

The air grew colder still.

“I…” Mumbo’s face scrunched up in confusion, unaware of what the winged being wanted from him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about! I haven’t lied about anything, I haven’t…”

In the blink of an eye, a flap of the wings, and a freezing gust of wind, Grian was in front of him, his face mere inches away from Mumbo’s. Startled, Mumbo stumbled backwards, falling onto the cold ground.

“You have yet to prove your worth,” Grian said, glaring distastefully down at Mumbo. His wings spread out behind himself. “I was sent down here to Watch you- I was told you were a genius among others. You are wasting my time! Why are you lying ?!” He spat, his hands clenched into fists, the vibrant purple eyes in the shadows of his cloak glaring along with him.

Mumbo clasped his hands over his mouth, eyes wide with terror. The cold was unbearable, his fingers were growing numb.

The winged being grinned once more, an icy breath escaping his lips in the form of a laugh.

“Alright. That’s fine. I know you won’t disappoint me further. How about a task?” He asked, expecting no answer. “I need your assistance in a… build I am constructing.”

A build? A build? Would this ‘build’ be used to hurt his friends? Be used to make him destroy the server?

Mumbo did not want to comply. But, given the numbing cold that grew colder still, he assumed he had no choice, else he’d freeze to death.

With a shaky nod of the head, Mumbo shut his eyes closed, and soon he found his island grew warm once more. His eyes creaking open, he let out a shaky breath of relief.

Grian was nowhere to be seen, and in his place was a book and quill.

Rubbing his hands together to ease away the coldness that lingered on his fingertips, Mumbo reached out for the book as the sun began to dawn, and read its contents cautiously.

“Tomorrow night, you are to meet with me in the centre of the Shopping District.

You will bring the materials necessary to create a machine that will allow a player to enter their corresponding corridor depending on what key they are required to use.

The keys are as follows, as are the number of corridors I will be creating:

A redstone block.

A block of ice.

A piece of bone.

A book and quill.

A nether wart.

An iron door.

An armor stand.

A piece of raw fish.

A stone sword…”

The list went on.

“…Use the daytime wisely to retrieve what you need. Do not allow any distractions.

Expect tasks similar to this in the future.

Burn this book after copying the list of keys down, if needed.

Do not let anyone know what you are up to. If one asks, do not answer. If one follows, do not lead them. If one attacks, do not run.

Do not let anyone know I am here, and I will bring no harm to anyone or anything here.

- G.”

Mumbo slammed the book closed, frustration and anger building up in his head. Why him? Why did he have to be the one Grian was- what was it he said?

Supposed to watch?

And watch for what, Mumbo thought to himself, why is it that I must be stalked by such a terrifying thing?

What would he tell Stress and Iskall? They had planned to meet up for golf today, they had wanted to spend time with him, to make up for how busy he was with other things...

Is Grian trying to detach him from the rest of the hermits? Make them disconnected from himself?

Mumbo grit his teeth, glaring at the book in his hands.

There's no way in hell he'd let that happen.

With a strike of a flint and steel, Mumbo quickly scratched down the list of keys onto a piece of paper and tossed the book in the fire.

His glare did not falter as the paper and leather turned to smoke and ash.

He supposed he'd play along for now. Surely there was a way to let Xisuma know of Grian's existence without alarming the winged being...

Surely.

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#hermitcraft #hermitcraft mumbo #watcher grian #wal #w&l #hermitcraft fic #hermitcraft fanfic #grian #grianmc #mumbo #mumbo jumbo

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star-captain · 5 years ago

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Pirate Attack- Part Two

I was really excited to finish this story, the climax was really fun to write. Hopefully my next piece should be the official start of ‘Wandering Stars’, a story arc of Red, Avon, And Ecto. It’ll include adventure, mysterious enemies, and the infinity portal to hermitcraft!

Anyways, here’s Pirate Attack- Part Two. Red and the hermits are planning their assault on Xisuma’s guardian farm, but it’s not without dangers to dismantle a massacre.

Red is @theguardiansofredland ‘s gremlin.

Red has seen ships before, but never has he seen one that’s still afloat. At least, not one as big as the Juggernaut. It’s busy, crewmembers shifting past him like fish through a coral reef. The other hermits are impressed by the ship and it’s crew. At the helm, Cleo looks like the captain everyone knows she is. Her burning orange hair waves in the wind that fills the sails. She is the pirate queen.

The galleon sails away from Sahara’s shores, off towards the deep ocean where Xisuma’s farm resides. Mumbo and Iskall start planning intricate redstone devices to take out the machine, and Cleo is hard at work ordering her ship and plotting the course. Red can’t help but clamber onto the bowsprit, the wood beam jutting out over the water. It’s dangerous to be out there, where one slip could mean plunging into the ocean. Even though Red can’t drown, the Juggernaut could hit her, and barnacles are sharp.

She can’t help but watch the water as the ship cuts through the waves. Water parting ways and cradling the hull. It curls upward, before peaking and turning to whitecaps that escape in the wake. Red can feel the seaspray on her face, cool water cleansing her of negative thoughts and feelings. The ocean changes color depending on the depth, starting at a light blue among the shallow coral, deepening into a forest green, before navy blue takes precedence over the deep ocean. Yet each wave, each ripple is a different shade of the whole mosaic. It’s art, the ocean, and the ship is a paintbrush mixing colors across the canvas.

“The others are talking about things way over my head, and I honestly just wanna be out of Cleo’s way. Mind if I join ya?” Red looks over their shoulder, seeing Grian standing precariously on the bowsprit. Red nods, and he takes a seat next to them. “We’ve met before. You scared the life out of me. I didn’t really hear anything you said, I just knew you were not happy to see me.”

“Do you blame me? You were about to take a pickaxe to my home.” Red chuckles.

“Iskall explained things to me. I feel really bad for that now. No hard feelings?”

Red pauses, thinking for a moment. “Nah, hopefully things can be smooth sailing from now on.” Just as they say that, the boat hits a large wave. Grian clasps onto the wood for dear life, while Red grabs hold of line connected to the sails. “Though now that I know where you live, you might have trouble on your hands if you mess with my stuff.”

“I don’t mind trouble. I’m usually the start of it as well.” The two look up to the distance, able to see Xisuma’s farm. The massive, star shaped angles float in the sky, like shards of glass floating down from the heavens. Grian can’t help but look at the build in awe. Red can’t help but growl with disgust. Xisuma’s massacre machine is simple, and powerful. And because of it’s simplicity, it’s almost impossible for Red to break it for long.

“I always forget how incredible this all is. Just out here, in the middle of nowhere.” Mumbo states. The entire ship is quiet, observing the structure.

“And you’re sure Xisuma is alright with us destroying the farm?” Cleo asks, leaning on the wheel to get a better view beyond the sails.

“Well, we aren’t going to aim for all that.” Iskall points out. He looks to Red. “I think you know more about this than any of us. How is his farm built?”

Grian and Red slide off the bowsprit, though they all look over the starboard side into the water. Red points below the surface. “All those walls are the...farm.” She frowns at calling it such a thing. She doesn’t think it’s like a farm. It doesn’t raise things, just kills what’s already there. It’s a butcher shop. “I’ve tried to destroy it before, but...uhh...it’s quite a hot project.” She shivers remembering the lava that would sometimes spill out, nearly catching her fins on fire.

“I think Mumbo and I can mess with the redstone inside.” Iskall offers. Mumbo smiles, holding up a repeater board and vials of redstone dust.

“I can fire on the outer walls, knock it down and hopefully stop the farm from running.” Cleo saunters to the group, nodding her head at the cannons all lined up and ready to fire.

“And from there, Red and I can go in and make sure it stays off for good.” Grian finalizes.

“Hopefully we can save the guardians while we’re there.” Red adds.

“Won’t they fire their bubble lasers at us?” Grian makes a little noise for effect.

“The ‘bubble lasers’ are the least of your worries.” Red states with a chuckle, clambering onto the side of the ship. Ready to get to work. “I’d be more worried about the lava if I were you.”

The group disbands. Iskall and Mumbo take a headstart, rowing off in a shared boat into the entrance of Xisuma’s base. The two boys are giddy, feeling like real pirates infiltrating an enemy fortress. From the ship, Cleo can see the two disappear into the prismarine structure as she hangs from the rigging way up high. Below her, her crew scrambles to fill each and every cannon with gunpowder and a cannonball. They’re broadside with the base, and plan on making multiple trips around. Firing on the defenseless structure as low as possible. And on the stern of the ship, waiting for the signal, is the pair of troublemakers. Grian holds an assortment of material to keep from drowning, whether it’s a respiration enchanted turtle helmet or a few bottles of water breathing. Mother Cleo is not letting any crew perish on this trip, there will only be one zombie.

A whistle cracks through the air, followed by a bright yellow burst of the firework high above sea level. Mumbo and Iskall are in, and getting to work together reconfiguring the redstone to leave a surprise. The Juggernaut fires with such force the boat recoils backwards, cannonballs flying into the water and busting through the sand. The sails fill and the ship begins to move again. But Grian and Red aren’t onboard anymore.

They’ve jumped ship, swimming towards the destroyed sand wall that the Juggernaut leaves behind. Grian is painfully slow compared to Red, but they do manage to get to the remnants. Grian removes blocks that Cleo’s cannons didn’t break, before swimming lower to block out the dangerous lava below. He can’t help but wave to his fellow architechs through the glass. He’s not sure if they’re laughing or arguing, covered in redstone dust and making a terrifying machine of madness. Higher up, Red rips apart the stone that traps her guardian friends. The fish struggle against the current of the moving water, but Red manages to pull them free.

That becomes the system. Cleo bombards the farm, Grian moves in to clean up, and Red frees the guardians from an untimely death. About halfway through, the pirates hear noteblocks going off. At first at irregular and changing times and tones. But as they continue, the music begins to become recognizable.

Dunnnn na. Dunnn na Dunna dunna duna dunadunadunadunadunaduna. Grian nearly spits out his water breathing potion while hearing the song. Onboard the Juggernaut, Cleo laughs. “We’re gonna need a bigger boat!”

The music stops after awhile, Iskall and Mumbo making their escape back to the ship. Cleo has also made a full circle of the base, raising the sails. The only people left in the attack are Grian and Red. Grian eventually swims back as well, taking a look at the pair’s work. “I think I have all the lava blocked off. No fish is getting cooked anymore.”

“I want to do a lap, make sure no one is still stuck.” Red advises. Grian looks up at the surface, then nods and starts to rise. Red swims along the destruction, observing the pirate attack’s results. The current of the moving water is strong, but nothing she can’t handle. Every part of the sand wall has been removed, and repurposed to cover the lava below. No guardians are stuck in the remnants of the farm- except one.

It’s a young guardian, still gaining the strength to swim. It’s little, about the size of a salmon. The guppy can’t escape the torrent of water. Red swims over, reaching out to tug the guardian to freedom. “It’s okay, sometimes you just gotta keep swimming. With a little help.”

She pulls it to freedom, only to trade places. The current is strong, almost as strong as a magma block. Despite Red swimming up with all her strength, she’s losing ground. But what does it matter? Grian got all the lava, she can just let it push her to the bottom and swim out there.

Except when Red looks down, it’s not sand below. Grian missed a few blocks here. The water starts to get hotter. Red attempts to surface as fast as he can, but it’s not match. This water was built for death, and he’s stuck in it.

On the Juggernaut, the hermits have gone quiet. Grian thought Red was right behind him. There didn’t seem to be anymore guardians, so he should be back by now. Cleo is starting to go into her motherly mode. “Someone should check on him.”

“I don’t have any more water breathing. Only my helmet.” Grian tugs the turtle shell off his head, blond hair flattened by the helmet.

“I’ll look.” Iskall swipes the piece of armor, and clambers down the ladder to the water. The boat is still moving, so he grips the ropes tight and ducks his head under. At first he sees nothing, no sign of the kipling. Maybe he just left? But then Iskall spots him. Red is struggling, losing strength and a battle against the water current pushing him down.

Down towards an uncovered patch of lava. There are only two or three of those, sources that Grian didn’t realize existed. It’s separated from the water, so falling in is a death sentence. It was built to kill. Iskall gasps as he resurfaces, scrambling up the side of the ship to the deck. “Red’s stuck, being pulled into a part of the farm still active.”

“We need to save them.” Cleo demands. She starts to clamber over the railing, but Iskall pulls her back to the deck.

“Red can’t manage to swim through that on their own, how are we supposed to be able to? We need a different plan.” Iskall observes the deck. Mumbo pulls out his remaining stock of redstone, Grian shifts through stacks of sand. They don’t have much time. But it’s Grian’s clever little mind that comes up with an idea.

Below the water, Red is getting exhausted. No matter how hard she swims, she can’t escape. A part of her is glad that she was the one to get caught, because a human could not withstand such a current. At least her new friends aren’t trapped here. The lava below is getting closer, and Red’s muscles scream for her to give up, to let go. To stop postponing what seems inevitable now. Of all the ways for Red to perish, she never expected to die in these damned guardian farms.

She can’t fight any longer. She can’t get her arms to push, her legs to kick. Red becomes dead weight, and the current pulls her faster towards the seafloor. Towards the lava. She can see the surface, the sunlight refracting the light above her into broken shafts. The water at her back keeps getting warmer, closer and closer to her demise. And in all of this? She accepts her fate. She saved her family, other guardians by tearing this down. She closes her eyes, letting the water sweep her away.

An explosion can be heard, muffled from above the surface. The sound of water splashing, pushed out of the way of some solid. Red collides into the seafloor, the jolt snapping her eyes open. She slips out of the water current, pushed along the seafloor. Away from where lava was. Was. Now it’s filled with sand, and the flowing water harmlessly pushes her out of the way.

She’s alive. Red breathes in, not thinking she’d have the chance to do that again. All she can do right now is lay on the sand and breathe in the water. She watches as an anchor is lowered down, and crawls onto the heavy metal. Red holds on with what little strength she has left, practically collapsing onto the wooden deck as soon as she can. Whatever the hermits are saying, she can’t hear them. She just needs to breathe, and remind herself that she’s still alive.

“Wha-what did you do?” Red finally manages to ask. Cleo wraps a blanket around him, and hands off a cup of tea.

“Iskall saw you were having trouble, so we devised a plan.” Cleo states. “Or, well, Grian did.”

“We pooled our resources together. Iskall and Mumbo took one of Cleo’s cannons and modified it to shoot sand blocks that I had.” Grian nods his head over to the contraption. Redstone is all over the deck in a haphazard way, in no way compact or pretty.

“You did all that for me?” Red questions.

“We weren’t just going to let you die. Hermits stick together. I’m sorry we couldn’t put it together faster.”

“No, no. Don’t be.” Red looks at them all, and smiles. “I’m just glad to not be a fried fish.”

The whole crew stares for a second, before realizing it’s a joke. Grian laughs first, bubbling up into a throaty laugh. Mumbo and Cleo realize soon after, and Iskall breathes out his laugh last. “Let’s get back to shore,” Mumbo states. “I don’t want to be here when Xisuma arrives and starts hearing the Jaws music but doesn’t know where it’s coming from. And every other surprise we left.”

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