#pvp drabble

[artmunstudios]

Your springs are reacting. You feel...embarassed.

I don't have the time to draw this out in a complete comic like I'd like to, so enjoy the drabble below in its stead! I was inspired from this scene from Hellboy. Also...a mild excuse just to write these two idiots at their peak dynamic. (to sum up: Pinocchio, a good influence on P? Questionable. A good brother from another reality? Perhaps. The Lampwick they are discussing is not the canon one, but @/wildartsstuff’s)

"Alright, let's see it," Pinocchio waved a hand out as he stepped into the room. "It is nothing," Pino had insisted yet again. His springs reacted to the lie, he thinks, but he was too distracted by the approaching puppet. “It is just a record.” “Nothing, huh?” Pinocchio pressed. “Yes. I enjoy listening to them?” “Yeah—and you always listen to them downstairs in the lobby, not in one of the furthest rooms away from where everyone else sleeps. You don’t even have Gemini on your belt.” “He is resting.” “Right.”

A long silence passed between them.

Wood was lighter than metal—that was just a simple fact. While Pino had become very light on his feet, the weight difference could not be ignored as he tried to keep the record album cover out of reach. Standing up only helped so much, despite the height difference. Instead, Pinocchio simply jumped on the bed, and without hesitation snatched the record album cover from Pino’s hand.

“…’Love Sonnets of Krat”…?” Pinocchio squinted as he read the title out loud. The two puppets exchanged looks. “Oh…buddy…” his brows raised as Pino shrunk back a little. “…don’t tell me this is about Lampwick.” At that, Pino finally slumped back to sit on the bed again. Pinocchio plopped down beside him. “He…makes me feel. He has been kind…and he teaches me things I never thought I would learn.” “You really need to get out more,” Pinocchio sighed as he lounged back. He grimaced. “Oh…fuck me, I’m starting to talk like Anthony.” He hung his head back with a groan. “Great…” Something about the look Pinocchio gave him made his springs and gears tighten. He assumed this was…irritation? “I really care about him.” They stared at each other. Pinocchio nodded, sympathetically. He pushed himself off the bed, and Pino watched the puppet rummage through the drawers and cupboards of the extravagant room. He made a satisfied sound at some point, pulling out a bottle of…if he recalled, the old woman by Venigni’s factory called it a ‘tipple’…?

He heard a popping sound, and Pinocchio walked back to sit beside him again.

“You’re in love,” Pinocchio concurred, and he held the bottle in his direction. “—have a drink.” Pino shook his head. “Can you drink?” “Yes—I can drink things, it’s the eating that I can’t really do.” “Do you wanna try?” His gaze shifted. “…I don’t think Father would approve,” “You have to go anywhere?” “Well…no, Venigni has to decode a—” “Just take a swig.”

He took the bottle, looking over the label before hesitantly raising the bottle to his lips. The flavor was strong, strong enough to make his joints jolt. He looked at the label again, quietly feeling a warmth fill his stomach. It felt somewhat similar to the warmth that would come when his springs would react to a lie, but…something told him this was different. “Good, yeah?” He stared at the bottle in wonder. “An old woman asked me to bring her some, once,” “She said that it was important for her to have.” Pinocchio snorted. “Oh yeah? “…Why not talk to your Geppetto about…what you’re feeling?” “…I…do not think Father would approve…” “Yeah? That a fact…” Pinocchio watched as he took another sip from the bottle before scooting back to lean against the pillows. Pino mimicked him, and the two sat side by side. “…Which song was it?” “The last one, I think.” Pinocchio flipped the album cover over in his hands, looking through the lists of songs. He looked up at Pino as though he were a sodding wet puppy lost in the storm that currently raged outside the hotel. “…’Aimer’…?” When he got a nod for an answer, Pinocchio heaved a long sigh. “Yeap, I’m gonna need a drink, too.” “It’s a nice song,” Pino insisted as he watched Pinocchio stand and walk over to the record player to place the needle at the beginning again. “I like it a lot.” “Ain’t that just the way,” Pinocchio sighed. “What way?” “It’s a metaphor, kid. Grimme that bottle.” Pino silently handed the bottle over to Pinocchio as he plopped back down on the bed. It surprised him, a little, that he could handle such a thing so palatable despite being a puppet. Wasn’t the feeling overwhelming?

The two sat in silence for a while, listening to the music that played while passing the bottle between each other.

By halfway through the second listen-through of the album, only a little less than a third was left. “Have you ever been in love…?” “Oh yeah,” Pinocchio scoffed loudly. “Lots’a times.” He took a long drink. “Fuckin’…fuckin’ sucks,” he said as he passed the bottle. “What did it feel like, for you?” “Like…like…you’re gonna throw up your insides,” Pinocchio gestured vaguely. “Your insides an’ butterflies an’ flowers…get all…warm ‘n fuzzy—just wanna curl in their arms all the time, feelin’ safe ‘n warm…” Pino was thoroughly confused, and he frowned. “But that doesn’t sound bad at all…” “You ever throw up before?” “No…I don’t think so,” Pinocchio was insulted. “Oh—oh he jus’ keeps on winnin, don’tcha?!” He said, snatching the bottle when it was held out to him. He glared into it. “Get to look all…human on the outside, like a…perfect pretty-boy,” he turned the bottle end upright when he drank. “—even the  people tryin’a kill you think yer…all hot, an’ now he’s sayin’ he never even…puked on the sidewalk,” he slumped back in a huff, and considered. “Well…just wait ‘till mornin’—you’ll change your tune then. Probably, if you actually can,” Pinocchio grumbled, absently tugging at the necklace under his shirt. “‘Ssat…?” Pino asked, gingerly taking back the bottle. “Whus what?” “Ssat—“ Pino poked at Pinocchio’s chest. “Keep my ‘gagement ring on a necklace,” Pinocchio said, pulling on the chain to hold up the plain gold ring attached to it. “Lose it if I didn’t—doin all…flips an’ stuff fightin…” “Who is she?” Pinocchio snorted. “His name is Razel. Think you’re the only gay…puppet twink?” He waved Pino over. “Gimme that, ‘m gettin ‘nother sip,” Pino pouted as he handed Pinocchio the bottle. “Don’t gimme that look,” “You…don’t like me, do you.” It came out more like a statement than a question. And for what it was worth, it did catch Pinocchio off guard. He stared at the automation for a long while. Eventually, he sighed. “No, I…didn’ ever say that—I don’t…not like you?” “You get angry at me all the time…and…everything about my…being, seems to upset you,” Pinocchio hung his head with an even longer sigh. “No, I…fuck, okay, look,” he pacifyingly handed the wine to Pino. “—allathat…it’s…that all ‘cause’of my own problems, got nothing to do with you,” he watched as Pino took a tentative sip before glancing away. “Ah…I dunno…jus’…jealous of you, guess...even if it’s all gone to hell here, you’ve still got it somehow made here!” He gestured widely. “You live in this fancy five-star hotel, you’ve…got friends, and actually manage to keep ‘em, your papa actually seems to like you…you didn’t even really have to learn to fight, allathat came natural!” He grimaced at the ceiling. “Then…there’s me—stuck in this…block’a wood, just about every friend I came across as a kid pretty much died…an’…papa…my papa’s…gone. Not that he liked me much, anyway…” Pino looked around the extravagant bedroom, his gaze settling on the window. He stared quietly at the raindrops that slid down the glass. “…You…can feel things,” Pino said, his voice quiet. “You always could have…you never needed to learn. You…can get angry, frown, and smile,” “You can do that too, though,” “Not smile. Smiling is…difficult. It looks…’uncanny’, that’s what I heard.” Pino looked down at his legion arm, flexing his fingers. “Appearances only go so far…when people hear my gears…they usually turn. I’m…not a who—I’m a what.” "'...s'all stuff you can learn, though..." "You can cry." "Can't you?" "I don't think so—I don't think I have tear ducts." They looked at each other, something in that silence making the two sober up a little. Pinocchio glanced away. “Right…guess…there’s always gotta be somethin’,” he mumbled. “I don’t like killing things, all the time…” “Preachin’ to the choir,” Pinocchio said. “What do I do after this is done…?” “Fuck if I know that answer—I barely knew what I was doing when I was actually a human.” They both grew silent again, somehow feeling drunker in those few minutes than when they had gotten halfway through the wine bottle.

“Bah, that’s it—sober moment over. Where…where is your lover-boat, anyways?” Pinocchio snuck in an extra sip before Pino had clumsily taken the bottle. “He…he’s…he…” Pino struggled to finish the thought. “Treasure.” He decided on. Pinocchio hummed. “Right, yeah…s’a…thing here, yeah…” Pino peeked into the bottle, fascinated by the way the red liquid rolled inside. He swayed side to side. He looked at Pinocchio as though he had suddenly sprouted butterfly wings from his ears. “…Huh?” “I said—” Pinocchio stopped, briefly forgetting just what he had said. “I said—what kind of market does this place even have?” “Oh, it’s…it’s…it’s…” Pino’s brows furled as he absently drank from the bottle. He had downed half of what was left without even realizing he had done it, for he was too focused on thinking. “Hey, hey—” Pinocchio swatted at his hands, managing to pry the bottle away when they became unsteady. “—you gotta…gotta take it easy, you can’t jus’ go an’—” “…s’like…jus’ one…” Pinocchio squinted at Pino as if he had suddenly sprouted the ears of a jackass. “Huh?” “Only…really…see one…” Pino motioned vaguely. “’ryone’s…i’side—inside…houses,” he made a box shaped gesture. “Windows’all…shut…’cept for…sometimes,” “Like tipple lady,” Pinocchio concluded. “Yes,” “Yeah,” “Mmhm.” “Got it.” Pinocchio took a sip, and then another. “Okay so…treasure…guy…” “Lam’wick,” “Yeah, that guy,” Pinocchio passed the bottle back, and heaved a deep sigh. “I wish Anthony were here…he’d know what to do—what to tell ya. He’s’a cricket, so ya know he’s real smart an'all, an’ gives good advice an’ stuff…” “Cricket…” Pino said, moodily staring down the bottle. “…Glow.” “Nope, not mine,” “No glow?” “No glow. He’s…” Pinocchio gestured high above his head. “..s’all tall an’…an’ he’s a doctor, he's…doctor, so all extra-smart…” They both grew quiet. “…I don’t…think he’d…like me,” “Wick,” “Mm-mm. Doesn’t like…puppets. Calls Father an me…devil,” Pino frowned. “’M notta devil, m' a…puppet,” “Preachin’ to the choir,” Pinocchio chorused. “Cross a bingo, take a shot—nobody ever likes us wherever we are,” Pino turned the empty bottle upside down. “Fox…an’ cat,” “Oh you got a pair too, huh,” “Cat…called me…dumbass,” “’bout right.” “Wick wouldn’…want a dumbass,” “Fuck that cat,” Pinocchio slurred aggressively. “You’re not—you’re…smarter n’…probably any version of us out there,” he shook Pino, drawing his attention away when the automation tried to use the wine bottle like a telescope. “’Sides, bein’…bein’ kinda a dumbass is our personal brand’a specialty. If Wick don’t want that then…then…he can…stick…” he squinted, trying to concentrate. “…’m too drunk to think of a insult, but…but that’s what you should think if that’s how he gets,” Pinocchio concluded as he flopped onto his back. He waved a finger in the air, mumbling something, but Pino was having a hard time concentrating on much else, at this point. He blew into the bottle, the loud sound coming from it startling him.

Polendina knocked before entering the room, Gemini in hand. “Excuse me, but your lantern keeps requesting to be with you, and it is important to not leave your items unattended…” he stopped short, watching the pair of raven-haired puppets snooze away while slumped over one another. “What the heck happened here?!” Gemini cried as Polendina stepped around to get a closer look. “Ah.” He picked up the empty bottle, having long since been abandoned at the bedside. “Ohh, I don’t think Geppetto would like this one bit,” Gemini said. “There is no need to say anything,” Polendina concluded. He set the empty bottle on the dresser, and placed Gemini at the bedside table. “After all, there are seldom moments of rest.” “True…I’ll keep an eye on them, regardless.” “I shall come by later to check in.” Polendina said, leaving for the door. He stopped, thinking for a moment before closing it.

Perhaps he should prepare some hot towels for when they wake.

[blackboxtheater]

Withered Roses

Early season 10 following Gem and Etho’s building and collection of organic for their new bases.

Etho's POV

"Is that..." Gem leaned over, peeking around the side of his base. "Did you build a cherry blossom tree in the middle of your base?"

"No." He said, too quickly for a man had cherry blossom petals under the souls of his boots. "...I'm growing it in the garden."

“Are you copying me?” Gem smirked turning to raise an eyebrow at him before rounding the corner and climbing the steps along the walls of his base until she was close enough to reach up and brush her hands along the pink petals.

“Someone has been encouraging me to put more organics in my builds these days.” He said, watching a pink petal land in her hair before the wind picked it up again, making it twist in the air before landing at his feet.

Of course he copied her. He’d missed her this season. Etho had practically lived at Gem’s base as they wrapped up season 9 since her base was closer to Decked Out. And of course because it meant they got to spend more time together. Not because staying with her meant he never actually had to get around to building those walls for his base after all. That wasn't a factor at all. At least not a substantial factor. He could want to avoid building walls and enjoy Gem's company.

But a new season meant new builds and new bases. And very reasonably, they had decided to base separately. But after just a few days back in a base of his own, Etho had found himself climbing magic mountain in search of cherry saplings. Now when he woke up alone, he could at least look out and see the swaying branches of the cherry blossom tree outside his windows like he did every morning at Gem's last season, even if this new tree paled in comparison to the one she built. Just like it made him smile to walk up to his door and see pink petals drifting through the air like they always were when he had landed at Gem's door after long days in the Decked Out dungeons.

"BDubs is always saying I need to add more stuff like this, you know."

"BDubs will kill you if he hears you say that. Cherry tree get too much hate around here." Gemlaughed, shaking her head as she turned back towards Etho.

"I like 'em." He said, confident Gem could tell that the fondness in his voice was for more than cherry trees. "They've grown on me."

"Stop being sappy." She punched him with a laugh. "Now show me the rest of your base."

-----

Two days later, there was a black shulker box sitting beneath his cherry tree when he came back from doing redstone for far too many hours with Tango underground. He would have missed it entirely in the dark if not for the glowing letters on the cherrywood sign.

Gem is Great

He chuckled, opening the box to find 8 wither roses carefully laid next to a book.

He knew well enough by now that if Gem really wanted to hurt him, it would already be too late for him. So he reached in, carefully avoiding the thorns to pick up the book.

'Since you're too washed up to fight the Wither,' it read, and Etho was already chuckling before it continued. 'I did it for you. There's a patch growing next to my new PvP arena at my base if you if you ever need more. Roses or practice. Obviously.

- GeminiSlay'

He smiled down at the black roses. Such beautiful things that got their start from such an unlikely place of violence and death. He'd have to visit Gem's base soon. Maybe try out the new PvP arena. Maybe she would like some new Etho heads to add to her new garden.

[shysuccubusstuff]

L&DS LI as Minecraft players!

Credits for the idea to @sizzlingtigerkitten! This is a little drabble, nothing really deep, just for the funsies! ₍^ >ヮ<^₎ .ᐟ.ᐟ How do you see them as?

Xavier as... the Nomad!

The kind of player that spends all of his time moving around the world, leaving little to no traces behind if not for the few torches and blocks randomly placed while he spends the night outdoors. You can expect them to have no bed, after all, they prefer to spend their time fighting against the hostile mobs just to get a good amount of EXP. He has been playing Minecraft for quite a while, but he has never paid extreme attention to the different mechanics on the game, just focusing on enjoying and exploring the world.

Zayne as... the Braniac!

The type of player that learns the wiki by heart. After all, you had told him you wanted to play together, wasn't he supposed to get a good grip on how Minecraft worked and what was or not possible? So he spends the little time he has to spare to read the whole wiki, learning all about the different mobs, potions, how to use redstone, the different crafting recipes... Gosh, you almost gasp after he told you just exactly how were you supposed to actually make the redstone work.

Rafayel as... the Builder!

I feel that since Rafayel takes such interest and pride on his creations, it would only make sense for him to become deeply interested on being able to build properly, even to the point of maybe creating his own building tutorials for those less... able to build. He would also probably become a modder, spending his time creating different mods that would allow him to actually paint in game, maybe creating small texture packs that would let him add his paintings to decorate your little house together... Or maybe even creating those cute mods of mermaid tails! He would probably love the roleplay ones, maybe taking the role of a merman and courting his lovely wife *coff coff*.

Sylus as... the Miner!

He would probably spend most of his time at the mines, after all, they had all he liked! Mobs to fight, riches to get... Just what he wanted to destress a little! In fact, he likes them even more because he gets to hear you scream when you get startled by the strange mine noises that were added to Minecraft. He knows he shouldn't laugh at you, but how could he not when you look like a little kitten trying to remain calm in front of a mirror? I do have to say that Sylus could probably also be a builder/redstone type of player, creating a huge and luxurious base for him and you, including strange traps and switches all over the place just to add some danger to the game. The type who would love adding random traps that could probably almost kill the players that even dared to try to enter his place.

Caleb as... the noob!

He only played because you told him to, so he simply follows you everywhere you go.

You go to the mines? he will be by your side, trying his best to not die from falling to the ground while going down the mines.

You go to a village? He's there, making sure to let you use his inventory to stuff all the objects you wanted to take from there but weren't able to.

It takes a while for him to get used to the game, often being seen dying on the silliest ways... how can someone die from a cactus? That's him for sure. But as soon as he gets accustomed, he becomes a great PvP player! Able to defend you from all the players that tried to get close to you just because of your materials... That of course included acting as a bodyguard for you, once again following you everywhere, except this time he's able to help you, killing all the aggressive mobs that kept following you, always carrying stuff you might need: wood? got it; stone? got it; coal? there; food? just say the word. He's so prepared that it's almost scary, to be honest, why would he have over 4 diamond pickages on his inventory?!

[mangocurist]

pvp wemmbu traitor theory has overtaken me. Help. take this pvpciv mutinyduo drabble i did because ive been thinking about them literally all morning

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“You know, if I’m being honest… I really didn't expect to see you here. A part of me thought you’d be dead by now.”

“Is that really the first thing you have to say to me in so many years?” Wemmbu shot back with an air of jovial teasing in his voice, the same kind he used around Evbo and the other diamond swords. It felt wrong this time, though, facing one of the ghosts of his past as a ‘defender’ of a nation he’d tried to help wipe out.

Zam just smiled, flipping a thin braid over her shoulder as he adjusted the trident strapped to his back. If it had been anyone else— if she hadn’t been Zam and if he hadn’t been Wemmbu, if Julie or Minute or Ferre or, gods be damned, Evbo— that smile would have certainly spelt bloodshed. Even now, he wasn’t sure whether or not she was about to drive the trident into his illusory self’s chest and flounce away as Zam had probably done with Julie and Ferre.

“Well, diamond sword Wemmbu, I don’t think I should have anything further to say to you,” Zam commented airily, surveying the walls of the Gold Sword level surrounding the both of them. “Unless you’re alone right now?”

“Why else would I have talked to you at all, man?” Wemmbu grumbled, rolling his eyes when she just laughed. “Hurry up and drop down or the others will start getting suspicious.”

“I don’t think it’s much of a reach to say that you decided to fight me for fun and not kill me. I mean, you are a hologram right now. Right?” Zam tilted his head, a sharper grin than before spreading across his face as she surveyed Wemmbu casually from head to toe. “I mean, it’s not like you haven’t lied to them before. That’s, like… your whole thing. Being untrustworthy, I mean.”

Not to Evbo, Wemmbu wanted to tell her, but he bit it back, partly in an attempt to convince himself that he was doing a good job of being an infiltrator and also because it felt mean to admit it out loud to himself. Not that he wasn’t proud of being able to be trusted, but— seriously. Evbo was a kid. And Zam was just standing in front of him, looking just as proud and angry as he had the day that he and Wemmbu had been exiled, a mirror image of their younger, madder selves.

He didn’t know how he felt about it. Looking similar to Zam. It left a familiar bitter taste in his mouth, and he shook away those thoughts before turning away from his… current ally. “I thought you said you trusted me to get you through it this time?”

“Well, sure, but I did most of the work,” Zam replied, and, well. She… had. The video journal of Parrot pinned up against a wall, a trident held to his neck as Zam twined Parrot’s bow string and arrow fletch around the man’s own wings flashed in Wemmbu’s mind, and he chuckled nervously. 

Wemmbu wondered if the trident in his inventory would ever be turned against him in the exact same way. If Zam would ever take the extension of his own self and skewer Wemmbu through with it.

“Come down,” Wemmbu said in lieu of a proper response, sighing when Zam stuck her tongue out at him. “Your Highness.”

“Asshole,” Zam punched his hologram in the arm, even though he had to know Wemmbu couldn’t feel it. “Fine, then. I’m coming down now. Tell Evbo to wait for me so I can do my villain speech. And go get in position or whatever, I don’t want you getting speared on Minutetech’s sword, of all people.”

“Fine,” Wemmbu parroted back, laughing when Zam narrowed her eyes and thrust his trident into Wemmbu’s hologram, effectively severing his connection to the Gold Sword level. 

He sobered quickly though, climbing off his perch and making his way back to the dropper on the Diamond Sword level to rejoin the other Diamond Swords, making up some random excuse for why he’d taken so long with ‘interrogating’ Prince Zam. Not that Minute was around to pick through his argument properly, anyway. The most scrutiny he got was from Julie, who just frowned a little. 

Evbo, though, still clung to his side like glue, and Wemmbu felt a little sick again, knowing just how much the boy trusted him.

And when Zam finally made his way down to the Diamond Swords, Wemmbu ignored the sharp glint of knowing malice in the Prince’s eye.

Maybe if he pretended it didn’t exist for a little longer, he wouldn’t have to come to terms with the reality of his situation.

[nashusglasses]

ohh 🎮 for caleb!!

THANK YEWWWW FOR THE PROMPT it's super indulgent LOL this one goes out to all the ffxiv players.... I'm sorry that i've barely played pvp and that I’ve never gone Raiding.... I only have one DoL fully leveled.... I've gone on two treasure ma[p hunts... I love Koana like Caleb loves exploding....

send me an emoji + a lads man for a drabble! 🌞

"So you changed your phone screen to the catboy with green hair."

"Yes," you say.

"Do you want me to kill myself?"

"No!"

"You could have just told me to go kill myself," Caleb huffs. He turns over on his side of the bed. "I guess I'll just go die."

"Caleb."

You hug him from behind. Pinch his ear. Lick the back of his neck. Nothing.

"Caleb," you say again.

"Sorry. Caleb's not available. His girlfriend told him he was worthless and not as handsome as the catboy from the video game they're married in."

"You know I'll always marry you in every game we play," you promise. "We're platinum married! I don't do that with just anyone."

"Maybe Koana," he murmurs. You can hear the pout in his voice. You sigh.

"Never Koana, you big baby. Now can you turn around so I can tell you how much I love you?"

It takes him a second, but Caleb switches back to facing you, angry eyebrows and all. You kiss him until the tension washes away.

"You're so dramatic." A kiss to his nose, palm soft on his cheek, rubbing your thumb under his eye as a sleepy apology. "You know I only want you."

Caleb softens into the pillow, smiling like he's won. "Good. Now change your phone screen to something else."

[runalyn]

Heyyy guys its been a while huh? HAHAHA anyways this popped up in my mind.

In gems new vid(hc 10 ep 30) we have a bit where she pvp mumbo to help him get the heads he needs. And i got an idea for a drabble.

Now its quite often that blood or slaying is associated with one of the residents in hermitcraft. It was going like any other day if gem could say so herself. She built some trees and hanged out with the others who came to visit her.

Then mumbo comes along asking for pvp. Well to say, she was more than happy when he asked her for help despite his weird appearance at the moment.

So they go to her good ol beach by the skull. It was really enjoyable and hey even mumbo got in a few kills!

After a while mumbo left saying he needed to go do something and will clean up the heads at a later time.

Gem doesn't see a problem with that and goes on her merry way off world. Now see theres an issue.

They forgot to tell the others that mumbo was wearing different skins all through the pvp session. So when Impulse and Skizz came along looking for gem they got quite a scare upon reaching her beach.

Well they didnt really think a lot before panicking and reporting to Xisuma that there might be unlisted people gaining access to the server.

When Gem goes back she can feel the weird tension in the air. After asking around she goes to Impulse and all of a sudden she is being asked a lot of questions.

"Oh the heads? Yeah they're Mumbos. Has he still not gotten them?"

Nonetheless theyre just glad that it was Mumbo's heads. Wait- no actually ALL of that is his?????

[aquaquadrant]

(a hels to pay ask if you're still answering asks related to hels to pay) does bigb have an established hels? if he does, is there any thoughts about what his role (if he has one) in hels is or his negative trait from bigb? Also his name, I could only think of littledd4ta1 (instead of bigbst4tz2) have a wonderful week!

hello there, i’m still answering htp asks! i just haven’t gotten any recently prob cuz i haven’t been posting much (i’ve also saved some for drabbles i haven’t written yet LOL) but rest assured, htp is always on the back burner.

gotta admit, i’ve tried to come up w a hels for bigb before but i’m sorely lacking in bigb knowledge. i don’t watch his vids, i only see him in the other lifer’s povs. but the impression i get of him is that he is fairly reserved and mild mannered, often a loner doing his own thing due to passiveness but remains open and friendly to other’s interactions when they occur, has a generally humorous/good-natured disposition without being excessively goofy, but also has a bit of a weird streak that, when indulged, baffles everyone in the most fantastic way. his commitment to the bit in secret life was admirable. good at improv, not great at pvp.

so ultimately i’m not sure if his hels would be more interesting as an opposite (very social, active, loud, in-your-face) or an extreme (wildly eccentric quasi-enlightened loner). ultimately, i’d want to nail down one or two defining personality traits for him before making that decision.

but i like that name idea! i’d prob tweak it to ‘lil’ instead of ‘little’ to keep the syllables more in line, and sub in ‘facts’ (f4ctz) for ‘stats’ for the same reason. and i might keep the b but make it big (B) for irony. lilBf4ctz1, lilB for short.

open call for bigb fans: please share ur knowledge with me for characterization purposes 🙏

[mcyt-drabble-exchange]

PvP has been enabled!

The treating sheet is here! And surprise, surprise, all participants agreed to be included in it! From now on you have a week to write as many drabbles as you can.

During the treating week we will accept regular drabbles, as well as double and triple ones (200 and 300 words respectively).

If you haven't participated in the main event, you are more than welcome to take part in the treating week!

Happy creating!

[agaricus-bitorquis]

THIS FIC CONTAINS PVP CIV 6 SPOILERS!!!!

We knew this was coming didn't we. I love Tabi so much and this is me trying to get a good grip on her character over a couple of drabbles because I really want to do a full atleast 5k pull apart of her. I love her so bad. So so so many Crane wives songs that suit Evbo and Tabi for PVPCIV. I really do love her and her dynamic with Evbo....

[dingoat]

hi sorry I haven't gotten around to your ask yet I'm working on it, BUT I'm tossing the favorite SWTOR oc question back your way (and also whether they're following canon or doing their own thing).

I'd also love to know if you have any particular bothan headcanons you like a lot.

Hi hi!! Don't worry at all, please take your time with your response! We're all here for fun and interactions, not pressure, right? And thankyou for asking!!!

Now, part one is easy, haha. Ahuska is hands down my number one best favourite SWTOR OC, even if she appears somewhat differently in game than in my imagination. She's my main toon, the only one actually up to speed with game content, the only one with passable gear, lots of fun pets and mounts and outfits, and is currently working on polishing up her Mojo Dojo Copero Dream House.

(I absolutely need to draw her as her proper bothan self in this outfit!)

BUT, where she matters to me even more than that is in her story/RP, and here things diverge... quite a lot, hahaha. Very very originally she was just a toon that I made to PVP alongside my husband with (I actually did think of her as a bothan right from the start), but when I found myself hungry for RP I fleshed her out a little to join a RP guild in game which is where her life really started (particularly owing to @koboldgirl and the exceptional times we've had writing together). The group's premise was a Mandalorian clan rebuilding itself after all the Zakuul business, but despite that vague timeframe her story never really touched on swtor events or canon characters (the toon is an Imperial Agent but she is not REMOTELY an Agent, even as much as I love the IA storyline). Over time I made a bunch of wonderful friends in the swtor community and Ahuska's story has intercepted a few others here and there, and from that perspective keeping the timeline vague/unimportant and away from key canon characters/moments has really helped with being able to have her interact with others without contradicting their own things they have going on. I think engaging with other characters/writers is what motivates me more than anything and I get a tonne of joy in seeing/considering/plotting how they might interact!

(Read more for things getting weird and werewolfy.)

Now, Ahuska also took a deep dive into an AU with @askshivanulegacy that started as a halloween drabble challenge and has somehow become literal years of very intense worldbuilding and fiction and words can't describe how much I love this story, hahaha. It's still very much Ahuska, and very much swtor, it's just... swtor if the Empire managed to perfect a weird-science-sith-alchemy-intelligence-conditioning combo to create a very star-warsy version of werewolves (and were-any-other-critter). The first generation were designed to be secret soldiers/weapons, but the project failed and Ahuska is the sole survivor, going on a wonderful journey of self liberation and learning what truly makes a monster. The second generation (and all subsequent) came from Intel refining the technology and utilising it as an extra toolset for the most elite of elite Cipher agents, which is where almost all the rest of the cast comes from. Naturally there's a lot of divergence from canon here by the very nature of things, but funnily we also lean on a lot more canon swtor story beats, particularly when we look ahead to the KotFE and beyond time period.

I have so much love for every iteration of Ahuska, honestly, and I know I've mentioned it here and there but she really truly did play a huge role in pulling me out of a pretty grim place, not only helping me rediscover a lot of creativity but also helping to restore my trust and faith in people in general. She's led me to people who are now my absolute dearest friends, which in turn has taken me quite literally, physically across this humble planet we live on. I genuinely believe sharing stories is a massive part of what makes us human and I get very sentimental when I consider what a significant place this silly little bothan holds in my heart <3

Now, it's getting late for me, haha, so I will probably visit the second part of your ask in another post, but I love that as a question! >3 Once again ty for sending this and I can't wait to hear about yours!

[officialgleamstar]

Oh hey there wifey ;) 21 for the Spotify drabbles thing, if you’d like 🥰😘❤️

Pillow Talk - Vinyl Theater

hiii wifey <333 i absolutely love this song, highly recommend :D i got really distracted by youtube (PVP CIVILIZATION CAME OUT FIVE DAYS AGO???), so i wasn't sure what to write. and then i realized oh. i could write about whats distracting me. so here's a fic, inspired by pillow talk, about a minecraft roleplay that you know nothing about XD

500 words | AO3 link

“Hey! You want to stay the night?” Evbo asked, tilting his head, and Tabi sighed. “No, no, sorry! I know you’re not interested.”

“Sure,” she said, as exhausted as ever, and Evbo kept stammering.

“Obviously, you don’t want to, so I’ll just record my video journal and- Oh, wait, hang on.” He blinked. “What did you say?”

“Sure, Evbo. I can stay the night.” She leaned back against his video journal machine, crossing her arms. She looked sick of him, which was normal, but her words rocked his world. “We live across from each other anyway. It’s not like our rooms look any different.”

“Well.” Evbo floundered for a moment. It was different. He did have a double bed but they would still be close together, they’d be all on top of each other, and she’d probably have to curl up on his chest— “You’re right! No biggie. You can get in bed first, settle in while I’m making my video!”

It was different, absolutely different, but he wasn’t going to shoot himself in the foot by pointing that out at the moment.

“What?” Tabi pulled a face, her brow furrowing. “No, I’m sleeping on the floor. I’m not getting in your bed with you.”

“Oh.”

“Why in the world did you think I was going to sleep with you? When have I ever given off signs that I would do that?”

He coughed into his fist, looking pointedly at his video journal machine as he found his words, then looked at her again. “I didn’t. I meant that you could sleep in my bed instead of me. I’ll take the floor.”

For a second, he almost thought that Tabi was going to insist that he take the bed. Her face tightened the same way that it did whenever she killed him, a flash of worry that Evbo was going to run out of lives this time. Then her expression relaxed, back into the faint annoyance she always carried with her.

“Thanks, man.” She pushed off the machine and gave him a salute, a rare indulgence of goofiness. He hid his smile and she fell into his bed, bouncing as her back hit the mattress. “Wow. Is this what unnecessary luxury feels like? No wonder you’re so bad with spending sword hits.”

“See! I am onto something with the parkour mansion!”

“Well, I dunno about that.” She stretched with a yawn and Evbo looked away, flustered. Tabi pretended not to notice, which he appreciated. “Be quiet while you’re doing your dumb journal, alright?”

“You got it!” Evbo fidgeted with his hands. “Sweet dreams.”

“Yeah, yeah. Night.”

She rolled over and Evbo listened to the blankets shuffle around as she settled in. He waited in silence until her breath deepened, then evened out, then clicked on his video journal machine.

“Hey guys! You’ll never believe this, but I’m whispering because Tabi is in my bed! I know I’ve been trying to get over my feelings for her, she isn’t interested, but—”

[trompettenarrative]

my wild life design headcanon drabble >:)

Etho and Bdubs could finally catch a break after the chaos of the first session. Etho sat on the edge of Bdub's build as the latter shuffled through his empty chests. Etho fiddled with the hair strands covering his eyes.

Bdubs: Watchya looking all gloomy for over there big man

Etho: I lost my usual headband last season

Bdubs: Oh yeah you'll suck at pvp with all that hair of yours in the way

Etho: Hmpft as if

Etho kept fiddling with his hair.

Bdubs: Etho catch

Before Etho could say anything he barely grabbed a ball of string Bdubs had thrown his way

Etho: What do you want me to do with your make-shift belt

Bdubs: Hey it's a legit belt, anyways I've got enough string, you can use some as a headband

Etho looked at the brown string.

Etho: It's a little too colourful for my classical look this season

Bdubs: Too colourful?? Secret life peacock talking over there

Bdubs finished grabbing something from the chest and stomped over to Etho to take the string back.

Bdubs: Fine princess have it your way

He dropped some pieces of coal from his hand onto a block and started grinding it into fine powder. Etho jumped off the edge to look over Bdubs' shoulder.

Etho: What are you doing?

Bdubs: What does it look like I'm doing, dying the string so you can look as emo as you want to

Bdubs mixed the coal into a shallow bucket of water and gently placed the string to bathe in it.

Etho: Aren't you ruining all your string?

Bdubs: No it's fine, I've got some back up

Bdubs rubbed his hand to signify a job well done and walked away.

Bdubs: Just rinse it tomorrow morning and it should be fine

Etho chuckled

Etho: Thanks Bdubs

The next morning Bdubs couldn't help the warm feeling in his chest seeing Etho wear the string as both a belt and a headband. Before he could go brag, he noticed Tango wearing the string too.

Bdubs: Etho why is Tango using it??

Etho smiled mischievously as Bdubs sighed.

[sennenpharaoh]

nononononono DO yap about magireco

Check this tag here. I turned Atem into a Puer Magi.

Drew out his Soul Gem, his Puer Magi outfit, what his exact wish and what his powers would be because of said wish.

...

Oh, you mean Magia Record?

My default verse is VERY HEAVILY inspired by Magia Record. If you know what Doppels are then allow me to say...

I write "Orichalcos Yami" as Atem's "Doppel". He is NOT actually possessed by the Orichalcos. Tomorrow I'll find the drabble.

I saw Ashley Taylor and I was like "oh hai there NA exclusive that then became JP because the VA can speak both languages fluently"

I never pulled you in MagiReco because I love my Kimono Sayaka

Also I had a nasty team of Madoka, Alina, and Holy Alina. Held my own in PvP back when Yachiyo was meta (and NA had their own formations, shit was broken)

Currently my Exedra team consists of:

Homura (Dark Attacker)

Madoka (Pluvia variety, Light Breaker)

Iroha (Light Breaker)

Kirika Kure (Dark Defender)

Reira Ibuki (Fire Healer, and NO I'M NOT PULLING FOR KAEDE Y'ALL CAN HAVE HER)

[robinnblood]

Explanation

These did just accidentally become short drabbles ngl

*I haven't rewatched some seasons in a real long time so sorry if I'm rusty on the information*

Also I didn't include bigb, etho, and impulse just because I got kinda burnt out at the end (even though I was the most excited about writing bigB, I might do that one day) just know impulse was mostly because of his betrayal in 3rd life

Bdubs- the desolation

Bdubs as the boogeyman likes to get it done with, it doesn't matter if it's an acquaintance or a friend he will kill them, he loses people’s trust with a swing of a sword, even if he wins the battle he doesn't win the war

In last life he fears losing Etho, he's told that he's already lost him and that he's not wanted anymore, he wants to disprove it but before he can he's already dead. In limited life he has the same fear that he's losing except this time he already knows it. His family doesn't love him and he's disconnected from other teams already so he just has to wait and turmoil until it's over.

Gem- the slaughter

She's new, she's fresh, she has potential.

Gem comes into the life series like a riot, immediately becoming the dominant one when it comes to pvp. Everyone already knew she was good but then she made them turn into each other. Two sides are formed in secret life once she starts to stain the server with blood, she killed, and those she killed killed, and they kept killing. She brought terror and heartbreak, people flead, they fought back, but it was no use. She lead those out for blood, she shook the server and started the biggest mass killing that wasn't the end of it all, she brought war

Scar- the lonely

He used to have a friend, in 3rd life, he used to have a friend in magic mountain but the curse of bloodlust leaves him alone, he's rejected by other groups and he dies without friends. He should have a friend in double life, but he doesn't, Grian is desperate to escape Scar and he's aware of it, forever without connection again… secret life is promising, kind of, then he's screwed over by his task, again, and again, it forces people to dislike him, to leave him to himself alone. When he wins secret life he doesn't even register he's alone again, still looking for Pearl, but she's gone. He's the only one to ever survive after a life series but that just means he's now truly alone, with no one to come find him. His only visitors are the tricks his mind plays on him to comfort him with the voices of those he once knew

Grian- the buried

Okay so this is definitely the one people were were asking about the most and I can see why, when you think of Grian he doesn't seem like he would be defined by claustrophobia, you'd probably think the eye but I didn't feel that fit his character much honestly

Grian is weighed down by his debt to Scar, what he does and how he acts is completely changed by his own suffocating guilt. He becomes restricted in what he can do like his wings were clipped, during the war in 3rd life he hides underground in the bunker hoping that being surrounded on all sides will protect him.

During double life he is trapped with scar again but this time he tries to escape, but instead his first death is underground while his soulmate suffocates in soulmates

Throughout the entirety of the life series he is trapped in a cycle of watching his allies die, he knows they'll all die but he can't escape it.

Martyn- the dark

I didn't want to rely too heavily on the watchers but with them in mind, they're an entity that is always hidden in the shadows lurking, Martyn isn't the one watching, he's the one acutely aware that something he can't see is there, hidden in the dark. The watchers are beyond the realm everyone else resides in and martyn takes a step in to it

For some non-watcher related reasons, he's always the one exploring the nether going into the unknown head first

It's never clear where he'll end, always misstepping in the wrong direction, in 3rd life he's loyal to Ren and would give his life forever him yet out lives him, double life he stumbled and landed somewhere he didn't think possible (without a soulmate) because he went in blind, limited life he blinded Impulse and Scott by doing something unexpected and unknown in the life series by not being fair in the final

Lizzie- the vast

Everything going on around Lizzie seems so much bigger than her, she has her own schemes and plots yet she always gets caught up in other people's plots, she dies in wild life because she just happened to be someplace at the wrong time that had nothing to do with her, a whole arching plot of revenge and murder and she was just there…

In last life she dies in confusion with no real idea of why she's even being targeted, in limited life she was only just a small ant randomly placed into a huge garden for a short period of time and taken out again, having to figure out the environment alone as everyone else had a more important goal in mind

Secret life she dies by pure accident forever falling in the vastness of the void as everything moves without her

Mumbo- the stranger

While yes mumbo is sort of a clown that's not why I put him as the stranger

Mumbo is silly guy but because of that it's hard to understand him, during secret life he seems obvious and inviting yet it turns out he had different intentions the whole time

He's nervous and docile but when opportunity rises he'll willingly indulge in chaos and violence, unlike his usual self he becomes bloodthirsty and needy, not wanting to let go of Grian, needing him for himself.

After he dies in wild life he's brought back, but not as himself but as a taxidermy replica, pale skin, glossed over eyes, rotting and drooling. It's someone unrecognizable who doesn't get anxious anymore, isn't worried anymore, not nice, not docile, blood thirsty and willing to betray someone he once cared for in a whim

Pearl- the lonely

I mean c'mon what else was it going to be?

Isolated in a tall tower shivering, looking into the distance to see small moving figures. The only companion is her wolf Tilly but she can't actually talk, Pearl just projects her thoughts on to her and honestly that's even more sad. She's abandoned by her soulmate and the rest of the server is terrified of her. Even when they reunite it's short lived, too short to warm up again

Even when she did have allies they die before her, leaving her to fend for herself in the end, in secret life when it's just her and Scar she doesn't die close and in his blade but out of sight, without even realizing she left.

Ren- the flesh

Ren mutilates himself, in 3rd life he kneels at the altar and willingly chooses to have his head chopped off, leaving him grayed and bloodied, he's no longer than man he was, he becomes rash, angry, and commanding, a husk of what he was, he's the meat being butchered

Even in double life we see how puts flesh on his base, disfigures it to ward off enemies, and calls it home

Wild life is obvious, he changes, tears apart, and stitches his body back together to hold on closer to martyn, his body becomes a corrupted meat pile with a voice that's not quite his anymore

Skizz- the spiral

Honestly surprised with myself that it took so long for me to get Skizz’s when it was right in front of me

Skizz spirals, he loses, he gets lower, he dies, and then loses again. After getting on his red life he starts to get manic, impatient, he needs blood.

In 3rd life he joins the red army, not out of violence but out of loyalty but he then he dies and he rushes into battle without another thought, he does it again and again, limited life he starts out with love in his heart and tries to give compliments and joy out, but then he's killed. And he's killed again right after by someone he thought he was going to team with, that's when he gets mad. He seeks out revenge and murder

He never starts violent, but all his deaths are in bloodlust

Scott- the corruption

Even though the corruption most of the time manifests with sickness and disease it also appears in unhealthy love, companionship, and loss of individuality

Scott throughout out the life series has been known for sacrifice and the support of his allies, in 3rd life he loved Jimmy to a sickening degree and died because of it, last life he was infected with the boogeyman curse and he let it take him down to his red life rather than get rid of it. Double life he had his unhealthy love with Pearl where they would harm each other but were bound together no matter what. In limited life when he's the boogeyman again he does the opposite and gets rid of the infection right away, ruining the fun.

He starts to loose his identity over the season, giving, giving, and giving more of himself to others so they have a better chance of winning, he's less prone to killing if it's not for an allie or self defense, since winning he has no attachment to the games

Joel- the extinction

Joel was a lone wolf in 3rd life, he didn't have long term allies yet was in the war that took place, he burnt walls and killed no one, the only sign of him was his lonely dogs lost in the desert after all humans had died. It was like an apocalypse had happened

Afterwards in last life he killed people every opportunity he got adding to the end of the server. Double life he burnt everything destroying just the people but their homes and civilization. He might've died early in limited life but he left craters in the earth like the aftermath of war.

But once he let go of his bloodlust and made a major change to be peaceful is when he finally prevailed and survived

Jimmy- the end

This one was easy and I had no trouble with it, for obvious reasons, he's been dead first almost every time and when he isn't he's closely trailing behind, it's always too soon, too inevitable, his story is always a cliffhanger, not even being able to see who won since he died a session before

But also, he's determined and he runs from death or in other cases actively searches for it, he wants to kill people so bad just for the rush, his pride, to prove he is more than a death loop and has effects on others, so much so that he forgets about life, he doesn't know anything about what happens after he died, how people grieve him

He'll never understand true war and bloodshed like the slaughter, he just knows the stop of a heartbeat

Tango- the desolation

The desolation manifests in heat and burns, a flaming candle, it is pain and destruction

In 3rd life he makes one mistake and is forced to dance with fire, dodge flying arrows when backed against a wall, and wear the helmet that caused this. Cruelness for the sake of it. Last life he became the flame, angry and hot, he gave kindness and was faced with cruelty, so he gave it back. In double life he meets his soulmate because of loss, he dies a pointless death and his soulmate is lost because of a pointless loss too in the end… he has destruction thrown at him and so he throws it back full force, just like last life he's angry and destructive… all over again.

Secret life is full of flames, his home burning up, and he dies like that too, pointless cruelty

Cleo- the spiral

Deceit is what Cleo despises in the life series, throughout the seasons she has faced betrayal and patterns within people

In 3rd life Ren betrays her for someone that's not even loyal to his cause and has to figure out of impulse is really on their side, she doesn't let go of last life, double life she leaves their soulmate because he's an untrustworthy soulmate, in limited life she can't trust etho with their children and bdubs because he's too loyal to etho

She has the constant theme of being cautious with people because people are so deceitful to them which leads to spiraling

If you read all that let me know which one you agree with the most

Life series members as TMA fears:

Bdubs- the desolation

Bigb- the eye

Etho- the hunt

Gem- the slaughter

Scar- the lonely

Grian- the buried

Impulse- the web

Martyn- the dark

Lizzie- the vast

Mumbo- the stranger

Pearl- the lonely

Ren- the flesh

Skizz- the spiral

Scott- the corruption

Joel- the extinction

Jimmy- the end

Tango- the desolation

Cleo- the spiral

[blackboxtheater]

Le pinned post 📌

Hi! I’m Black Box, fanfiction writer, and Minecraft world building over-thinker who was building the Pearl/Mumbo ship one plank at a time 🖤

All works currently on hiatus, but maybe one day I’ll come back to these shores

Find my work @BlackBox_Theater on AO3

Drabbles, canon and non-canon to my fics, can be found in #drabbles. Links to all below the cut

Drabbles Master post

Gem/Etho

Alternative ending to We Were Shy

Another alternative ending

Decked out shenanigans pre and post relationship

Sword fighting banter

Wither roses

Pearl/Mumbo

Extra scenes from House of String: part 1 and part 2

Olympics AU

Dye-duction fluff

Nothing is sexier than working redstone (NSFW)

Except maybe Pearl's ballroom PVP areana (NSFW)

Wild Life: Zombie Mumbo x 5 am Scarlet Pearl

Shipping Bracket Prompts:

PVP - Mace to the Face "Cozy" Sci-Fi - American Southwest UFO AU Pokemon AU "Crossover" - Life Goddess Pearl AU "Silly Arguments" - Secret Life Pink Tower Enemies to Lovers Pirates AU "Trying Something New" - Building new monsters

FYI:

I think I make Cassandra jokes enough that I'll just link the reference here: wikipedia.org/wiki/Cassandra

I’m not arrogant enough to tag spoilers to my own fanfiction. So if you haven’t read all the stories, you might get spoiled because they are all interconnected. But I also write romances tied VERY closely to cannon Hermitcraft events. Like……ya’ll shouldn’t be surprised by much. I also will post things that hint at what I’m working cause I’m a menace (It’s me. Hi. I’m the problem it’s me.)

You have blanket permission to riff on my work. If anything I make ever inspires you to make something of your own, that’s incredible!!! Draw stuff! Write stuff! I’d love to see it!!! Even if it’s just three lines of dialogue scribbled in the side of a notebook it’s still so fucking cool to see art beget more art. And if you don’t want anyone to see it, that’s cool too! You get to choose what you do with your art.

I’m writing video game fan fiction on tumblr. It’s not that serious. I promise. If you don’t like it here, there are so many talented, brilliant, creative people in the world making things I’m sure you do love. You will be much happier engaging with them and supporting their work than you ever will be engaging with me.

My stories will be RPF the minute actual human Taylor can decapitate someone with a diamond sword and then they wake up perfectly fine in their actual human bed. Until then, my stories are about the Minecraft versions of these characters that these creators play.

This is MY blog and MY space, and I will curate it as such. If you’re weird I might block you. If there’s an ask I don’t like, I just won’t respond. That’s how boundaries work.

[aquaquadrant]

It’s nice to know that while tango was improving In redstone bravo a was also improving in pvp (it’s kinda a requirement but still a good skill to have)

I wonder If bravo had gone to hermitcraft would he have gravitated to red stone like tango did or would he still have become a pvp player

Hels sort of forced bravo to learn but in a peaceful server with a brand new start would he stick to what he was doing before or would he do things differently 

He and tango are similar in many ways but I can’t see bravo reacting and growing in exactly the same as tango did when put in a similar situation 

Also if bravo had gone to hermitcraft and became a redstoner would he ever get to be as good as tango is 

oooh this is a VERY interesting question… as of right now, i’d say bravo is still a decent a redstoner. when he was living in his own in hels he was able to dabble in some smaller farms and contraptions (limited resources) and after coming to hels tek, he helped out on various projects quite often. so he’s got good foundational knowledge even if he hasn’t had a chance to really create any massive redstone builds of his own.

but yeah if bravo hadn’t gone to hels, i imagine he absolutely would’ve improved in redstone and had very little interest in PVP. he would’ve specialized in massive hyper-efficient mob farms (unlike tango, who cares more about making farms that are fun and creative, even if they aren’t as efficient) but ultimately would’ve been at a similar or even higher level of skill than tango.

in the same vein, tango wouldn’t have had much opportunity to further develop his redstone skills if he stayed in hels. even if he escaped the farm, he would’ve had to keep on the run (like that “what if” drabble i did with timmy) so most of his efforts would’ve been focused on designing traps to slow down anyone coming after them, or quick little farms to help get resources quickly. he definitely wouldn’t have reached the level he’s at today- tho i expect he would’ve gotten better at PVP, even if he preferred not to use swords.