#the bunny ears could be tweaked but he looks alright to post

[harukapologist]

Haruka bunny from few months ago that idk if I ever posted here~

[newtishfiction]

A Life Series/Empires/Hermitcraft Crossover AU Plot Bunny

Gods that title is a mouthful. Anyways. This thing started *checks notes* around Oct of 2022. Rediscovering an animatic by @iamfluffle did not help my plot bunnies. So I'm just gonna info dump before I drown in paper notes and half finished drafts.

This post got longer than I intended. All details are hidden below the read more line. I have also tweaked some stuff for the life series event since the introduction of Secret Life.

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On both sides the rift had closed after the end of the crossover. People checked in from time to time hoping it would open one day so another visit would be possible. Weeks goes by in silence...

Hermitcraft

One day Grian hears whispering from hermits's side of the rift. He didn’t like what the voices had to say.

Grian does what he can to keep people from discovering the rift being opened again. Destroys the cave entrance. Avoids his intended base in the floating rocks. Lies to his fellow hermits. Anything to keep people away. But the voices do not stop.

The voices grow in number and get louder to a point that Grian starts looking rough from lack of sleep. Everyone is concerned for him and not wanting to break so he continues keeping quiet about what's happening to him. So the source of the voices decides to play dirty.

The voices go quiet to Grian's relief and worry. The silence lasts long enough for him to believe its over. And when he lets his guard down the source strikes in the dead of night. A figure leaves the rift and wanders about the server whispering into the ears of some hermits.

Those hermits "wake" and unhindered by hostile mobs they head for the cave and enter the rift.

Empires

The peace of the empires comes to an end when the rift reopened. Everyone was happy and were ready to jump at the chance to revisit the hermits. But the fae were acting strange. Doing all they could to keep the rulers from the rift.

Choosing to heed the fae's warnings the rulers send messages or objects through the rift to see if everything is alright on the other side. For a long time they get no answers, mainly because Grian is avoiding rift and keeping people from it. One day they do start getting replies. Lies sent by the person.

Although still cautious because of the fae's agitation, a small group decide to go through the rift.

Reunion of Sorts

Everyone that went through the rift wake in a open field. While happy to see each other again there is confusion all around.

Having nothing on hand everyone breaks up into teams of two. Some teams go gathering for resources. Another group start up farms for food. Some build shelters.

The remaining teams go exploring. Looking for any landmarks that can tell them which server they're on. Except they don't find any of those. Instead the group eventually come across a world border.

They head back and relay this news to the others. And that is when a Watcher appears.

The Life Series Event

When someone is taken out of the game they return to their respective servers. Should they try going back through the rift they merely end up on Hermitcraft/Empires.

Those who haven’t gone through yet will end up on the Life server and are now considered active participants in the game.

For the sake of simplicity this event uses the Secret Life twist. Everyone has a max of thirty hearts that do not regenerate and must do secret tasks.

Grian

Yes he is getting his own section. This is mainly because of Martyn's one bit of watcher lore about Grian. The voice says: "He was never meant to be there. He was only ever meant to watch." So here's an optional detail to this crossover au.

Grian is unable to enter the rift. He only winds up on Empires when he tries going through. An outside force is keeping him from following the others. A punishment created by the Watcher doing this. A further cruel twist of the knife is that when Grian sleeps he can see what's happening to the others and can’t do anything to help those in the game.

Grian fills in everyone who hasn’t gone through the rifts. Filling them in on what’s happening in the mockery event of his smp creation.

[angel-inked]

Whiteout: origins, Chapter nine "Growing closer" Prt, 2

Happy WIP WIP WIP Wednesday!

Honestly, I feel like the way I write the vegimals is really cute

And yes, I'm writing fanfiction for a British cartoon

I'm such an adult 🙃

Taglist: @vvkingofgaybisciutsvv @thequeenofthewinter *if you'd like to be tagged send in an ask*

(Captain's pov)

It's dark, dark like the midnight zone. Every way you look is nothing but void, you can't tell which way is up or down, left or right. Yet, a strange sense of calm can be found amongst the pitch darkness. I turned and saw a lone jellyfish, glowing turquoise in color. As I turned away from the jellyfish, I was suddenly surrounded by them. A loud beeping filled my ears, my eyes blinked open. "Another dream.." I thought, glancing at my obnoxious alarm clock. Suddenly, the screen on my octocompas went static, after a moment the faint outline of a face could  be made out. a cheerful voice came from it "you wanna see my head come off?". Then, I woke up, actually woke... I think.

I stood from my bed and went over to my desk, I pulled a sketchbook Tweak gave me out of a drawer and just started drawing, without putting much thought into it. I'm not sure how much time passed but my ringing alarm clock brought me out of my trance. I glanced at the time and back at my drawing, the unsettling face that had appeared on my octocompas. I sighed, closing the book, noting in the dream my alarm clock beeped even though it's not that kind of clock. I zipped up my uniform and put on my cap, making my way to the HQ.

"Hiaya ca- are you alright?" Tweak asked, as I entered the room, eyeing me knowingly. "I've been better" I sighed, taking a seat next to the rabbit, the raspyness of my morning voice breaking through my words. "I can tell" Tweak mumbled before biting the end off her morning carrot. Tweak turned her gase to the ocean, I stared at the floor in front of me. "Are we awake?" I asked after several minutes of silence. "Yeah.. why?" Tweak replied, confused. "Just checking" I explained, looking towards the octoalert. I stood from my chair and picked up a clipboard from the control panel, taking up my usual post in front of the octoalert.

(Tweak's pov)

Barnacles stood near the octoalert with his back to me, this is... this is concerning.. and confusing.. all at once. What's going through that bear's head? What happened? What's causing him to act like this? I don't know, most likely another nightmare. I sighed, pushing myself up onto my feet.

(Captain's pov)

Mindlessly going through a checklist, mentally and physically. This has become force of habit, making sure everything is in order. Suddenly, a pare of familiar arms wrapped around me from behind. I turned around and wrapped Tweak in a bear hug, as she buried her face in my chest. A thousand words were said, without anything being said at all, without breaking the silence between the two of us. Amazing how just a hug can say so much without saying nothing at all

Tweak pulled away, looking up at me with worry in her eyes. "I'll be alright" I assured her with a soft, if somewhat forced, voice. "That's what you always say" Tweak countered, a soft tone lacing her voice as well. Why? Why does she have to be so right? "What else is there for me to say? When someone asks how are, you're expected to say you're fine" I replied. Tweak stared and shook her head, "you could tell me how you really feel, burying it only makes it worse" she explained. I looked past Tweak, into the deep blue. Weirdly hyper aware of my breathing and the rising and falling of my chest.

A small bump brought me out of my thoughts, the small bump was caused by Tweak. She wrapped her arms around me once more, pinning my right arm to my side. I placed my free paw on Tweak's shoulder, looking down at the floor.

Well, this is quite the way to start a morning, innit?

(Kwazii's pov)

Captain's acting weird today, so I've gone to the one bunny who knows the captain almost better than he knows himself, Tweak! "Hiaya kwazii" she smiled, as I front flipped into the launch bay. "Ahoy matey" I waved, walking up to her. "Let me guess, you wanna take the gup-B out for joyride" Tweak remarked, placing her wrench back in it's loop on her toolbelt. "Actually, I wanted to ask you about the Captain" I explained. "You noticed it too?" She asked, giving me the ol' side eye as she polished the gup-A. "Another nightmare is my guess" she explained, not giving me a chance to answer. "Nightmare?" I exclaimed, balling my paw into a fist and pressing it against my chest. "Yep. I won't go into too much detail but I will say this is unfortunately a fairly frequent occurrence" Tweak replied.

I was silent as Tweak continued to work, nightmares are no fun... and I should know. "Blast ye scurvy foxs" I murmured, staring at the water in the "bay" part of the launch bay. "What?" Tweak asked confused. "Nothing" I replied quickly, putting my paws behind my back. "Hmm" Tweak hummed suspiciously. "I'll uh.. let ya get back to work matey" I explained, backing away slowly before running out of the room.

(Tunip's pov)

Tweak shook her head as Kwazii ran away, me and the other vegimals looked up at her in confusion "Y'all's guess is as good as mine" she explained, taking a much-needed carrot break. Carrots are alright, I prefer fish biscuits. Tweak walked to her workbench and started working on blueprints, I.. waddled? Walked?, I'm not sure what you call balancing on the ends of your fins, oh well! I moved toward Tweak and babbled something to her, hopping she would understand at least parts of what I was saying. "Huh?" Tweak asked, squinting her eyes in confusion. "Hmft" I huffed, I pulled out a picture of Shellington that I always carry with me. "Oh, okay. You can go ahead" she explained, finally understanding. "Vegimals, move outa" I chirped, mimicking Captain Barnacles. The rest of the vegimals saluted me and followed me out ot the launch bay and to the lab, to find Shellington!

[tera-91]

Monsters part 1 - rewrite

I'm back! This past year has been rough ... so what better way to start off the spooky season and to put the past 365 days behind me than to do a rewrite of chapter 1, I had to clean up a few things and make a few tweaks it was driving me crazy. Don't worry Part 2 is already written 😈. Just have to make a couple of adjustments and it will be posted, my aim is for October 20th or 23rd depending on my work schedule since I don't have a computer at the moment. That aside I give you Patton and his lovely stalkers .... I mean monsters 💜.

Summary: Patton is afraid of monsters. They might not be so bad after all?

Pairing: not really any (yet)

Warnings: monsters, night, attack ... let me know if I missed anything

Word count: 2374

Please feel free to comment 💙

Patton had always been afraid of monsters for as long as he could remember. Ever since his older cousin Ian had popped out from under his bed with snake skin glued on to half of his face.

A monster currently resided in Patton's closet, this monster was mostly alright. He, at least Patton assumed it was a he, never really came out much anymore after Patton had begun to leave crackers with blueberry crofters on a plate near the closet door at night before he went to bed.

There was a second monster as well, his grandmother had told him about it once during a visit. It never would sneak around his house at night but Patton had a sneaking suspicion it would nap in his bed while he was at work. Wether he made his bed or not it almost always looked different somehow when he returned home. Although he wasn't completely convinced it wasn't just the closet monster. Patton did what his grandmother told him to do anyway. He would place an orange, or if in season a blood orange, on the window not far from his bed twice a week. It would always disappear after his next shift at work.

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Patton woke to the faint glow of sunlight as it filtered through his semi-transparent teal curtains. He snuggled into his warm covers to enjoy the soft fabric briefly before he reluctantly stretched with a groan.

He lazily glanced around the blurry room before his gaze settled on his closet door. Even without his glasses he could tell it was slightly ajar, the closet monster came out last night. As he reached for his glasses he was somewhat thankful it had waited for him to go to sleep. A shiver ran up his spine at the thought of the long, sharp tongue and the glowing dark blue eyes. Once he was able to see clearer he was able to tell that the plate by the closet door was empty, just a few crumbs from the crackers remained. Not even a speck of jelly remained.

Patton threw back the the covers a d hopped out of bed. He ignored the shock of the cold wooden floor against his bare feet as he slowly approached the closet. He hesitantly reached for the door, with a deep breath he pulled the door hard. He peered into the closet and released the breath he didn't realize he was holding.

Empty.

It always surprised him how he never found the monster in his closet during the day. One day he even had his cousin over to help him look for a present he had misplaced. Neither of them had seen the monster while they searched the many closets of the three bedroom home.

Patton closed the closet with slight hesitation once he grabbed his clothes for the day. A violet polo shirt with the pet daycare logo and khaki pants, which looked somewhat less wrinkled than they had when Patton put them away. However, on a time crunch he just shrugged and headed to the bathroom.

With the morning routine done Patton made his way into the modest kitchen. Toast sounded good. He grabbed the half empty bag of sliced bread, retrieved two slices and popped them into the toaster. Now all he needed was milk and crofters, maybe a cookie afterward if the jam didn't satisfy his terrible sweet tooth. With a small side step away from the sink he reached for the upper cabinet that held his mug collection. He analyzed each mug. Did he want a big one? A small one? What about the Winnie the Pooh mug? He pondered briefly, his finger tapped against the counter. A creature of habit, he reached into the cabinet and pulled out his favorite one, a swirled rainbow mug covered in puppies and kittens with paw prints. He walked over towards the refrigerator and placed the mug on the counter.

The cool air ghosted over his face as he opened the heavy door. The milk was easy to spot, the big red label caught his eye immediately. However, the green lid of the blueberry crofters jar was far more elusive than it should've been. He sighed as he searched, it wouldn't be the first time the closet monster hadn't been satisfied and cleaned out the near empty crofters jar and hid the empty jar within the fridge. Patton found the jar, after nearly a full minute of searching, two shelves lower and on the opposite side of the refrigerator from where it usually sat. He pulled the jar out, a slight pout on his face, and placed it on the counter just as the toast popped up.

"Again?" Patton said in a raised voice, he hoped the closet monster could hear him. At least he had left enough for Patton's toast this time. Patton was happy to share but would it really be too much to ask him to leave a note if he wanted more crackers?

Did the monster even know how to write? Even if he did, the more Patton thought about it while he poured his milk and spread the jam on his toast, a shiver ran up his spine. Just the thought of the closet monster coming close to him while she slept to place a note on his table caused his heart to beat a little faster. He began to look around and tidy up the kitchen to calm down as his finished the last bites of his toast.

The jam might be able to last another few days if the monster didn't come out again for more than what Patton left out. His gaze soon settled on the fruit bowl on the island, a couple of bananas and quite a few apples.

'Maybe I should take some to work. Bonnie would love them, the rabbits too.' Patton thought. At least they wouldn't go to waste if the store macaw and bunnies enjoyed them. He paused as he took a sip of milk, there were no blood oranges in the bowl. He must have used the last one the day before.

"Well I guess I'm going to have to go to the store on my way home." Patton said to himself as he finished cleaning up before he made his way towards the door. He grabbed the durable rainbow fabric of his messenger bag from it's hook and slung it over his shoulder before he made his way back to the kitchen. "Hmm, one for Bonnie and Mable, half for Darrel aannnd one and a half for Jenna and Monty and Mopsy." He said as he figured out how many apples to place in his bag. Once he was satisfied he hadn't forgotten anyone he headed towards the door.

Located by the door was a reasonably sized table, on top of which sat his wallet and keys. First, however, he pulled open the drawer of the table. Despite being full of mostly miscellaneous he pulled out a notepad and pen. Patton quickly jolted down a short grocery list, tore the page off, and placed them back in the drawer. He picked up his wallet and tucked the list in it before storing it in his bag. With practiced ease he plucked the keys from the table and slid it onto one of his fingers as he made his way out the door.

Patton took a deep breath as he took the first step out the door. He loved everything about Fall from the cooler temperatures to the smell. Well, just about everything, he wasn't the biggest fan about Halloween and people dressing up, it made it more difficult to spot possible monsters. As he turned to lock the door he heard a soft bark. "Hey bud, give me a second." He said without skipping a beat.

A smile stretched across his face as he turned and squatted down. In front of him stood, what he assumed was, a red Canadian Eskimo dog. He reached down and began to per the rather large dog, which quickly dropped to the ground to reveal his belly to be rubbed. Patton laughed as he began to tickle the monster of a dog. The pair played for several minutes before Patton's phone began beeping, a warning he needed to head to the bus stop to be able to make it to work on time. Patton's smile fell and the dog whined. "Sorry Roman, I have to get to work now." Patton said as he stood up. Roman rolled and sat up, another whine escaped him. "It's okay buddy, go home." He said gently as he rubbed Roman's ears and checked his collar for what was probably the hundredth time. The name plate remained blank, save for the name Roman elegantly engraved in the golden metal.

Patton wondered where the dog belonged. He would take him in as he saw the fluff ball nearly everyday but he was sure Roman had a home. He looked a healthy weight, if not slightly over. If Patton had to guess he would guess that Roman weighed close to a hundred pounds and his coat was always immaculately brushed, no knits or mats anywhere. Patton was pulled out of his thoughts by another soft bark from Roman. "I know what you want." He said, a slight lilt in his voice. With one swift movement he pulled out a slice of dehydrated sweet potato he had made for Roman a few nights ago. "Potato!" He said in a silly voice as Roman gingerly took the treat. He laughed as he scratched under Roman's chin before he headed for the bus stop.

That day work was typical for Patton, nothing particularly interesting happened. Bonnie had sung in approval of the apple slices and the rabbits left no trace of the apples within an hour. After his shift was over for the day Patton caught the next bus towards the market.

Sue to it being later Patton was greatful that the store was mostly empty. Luckily he was able to find five decent sized blood oranges as well as some fruit for himself. He was slightly disappointed however, when he discovered they were out of blueberry crofters. He hoped the closet monster would behave as he grabbed a jar of berry harvest crofters instead.

After he checked out Patton looked at the bus app, it wouldn't be at the stop near the market for nearly fourty-five minutes. As he closed the bus app he pulled up the phones map to see how close to home he was. He could walk home in half the time, he just had to go down Comet street at the end of the block and go through Sanders park then walk two blocks down Russet boulevard. He hesitated for a moment as it was already dark, but a cool breeze and a shiver made him finally decide with a shrug to walk home.

Halfway down Comet street he couldn't shake the feeling he was being watched as he walked down the semi-dark street. Little light came from the street lamps and even less from the few houses to his right. A rustling noise to his left nearly caused him to jump out of his skin, the woods of Sanders park held no light what so ever. His heart pounded in his chest as he stopped and stared into the inky darkness for a moment. Suddenly a pair of playing fox kits came tumbling out of the bush before they must have realized they were out in the open and ran off. A nervous laugh escaped Patton as he continued on his way.

Suddenly Patton was pulled from the sidewalk and pushed up against the wall of the darkened house. The rough brick bit into his back and caused him to open his eyes, he hadn't realized he closed. He had dropped his bag, he watched as a couple of oranges rolled across the grass towards the sidewalk. However, he could barely even make that out. His vision blurry as his glasses had fallen off at some point.

"What's a pretty thing like you doing out in the dark? It's not safe after sundown you know. It's when the monsters come out to play." the man said with a grin as he ran a dirty hand down Patton's cheek. Patton swallowed any response that he wanted to scream at the top of his lungs as he struggled to get out of the strangers strong grip.

A low growl caught both of their attentions. The man froze, his grip remained firm on Patton. At the same time a large dog barreled out of the woods and a large bat dived bombed the man. He released Patton and stumbled back while he attempted to swat the bat away. As the bat drove him further away from Patton the dog didn't hesitate to tackle him to the ground, a deep growl emanated from deep within its chest.

Patton hadn't noticed the bat had disappeared until it reappeared right in front of him. He immediately threw his hands up but when he realized the bat didn't attack him, he peeked between his arms. The bad just hovered there. It took him a moment but he realized the bat had his glasses in its mouth. Unsure of what to do, he hesitantly held out his arm, hand open and fingers splayed out.

Patton held his breath as the bat, with seemingly practiced ease, wrapped it's feet around two of his fingers and slowly maneuvered itself to hang from his hand. Even with everything that was happening, Patton was most surprised at the bat. Cautiously he reached out his other hand to take his glasses. Once he had his glasses back he expertly, stumbled, and put them on one handed.

A shuffling sound caught Patton's attention, he looked over towards where the man and dog were. He barely managed to see the dog snapping towards the man as he ran off. With the man out of sight Patton turned his attention to the large dog and realized that he recognized it.

"Roman?"

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