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okay so im back on my bs now i promise guys. chapter 3 will be out soon!!! I had a really eventful couple weeks with a pots flare and then tech week and then opening weekend and then drama among my actors that i had to resolve and family stuff and literally everything that could interrupt my creative process happened in the span of 2 weeks.

but i finally had the time and energy to start watching scars pov of 3rd life so I have a much better idea of what I want to happen this chapter!!

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I'm gonna have to add "when the world resets" by sparkbird onto the inspiration list for watchers crown when it releases arent I?

so far the list is;

preybirds - rabbitology

watchers crown - cloudkissed

Pompeii - stephan nance

over & over - Rio Romeo

and also vaguely, rule #44 badger - fish in a birdcage

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I decided the same thing and now I'm writing a fic about it

just listened to preybirds by rabbitology and i've decided its about watcher!grian <3

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so i did start writing chapter 3 of watchers crown but i didn't get very far when tragedy struck.

ive been in a flare up all week and do not have the mental capacity for writing as much as i want to right now lmao. my parents are making me go to the doctor if im not better tomorrow 🙃

unfortunately tech week starts really soon so as soon as I'm feeling better I will not get a break but I'll try to work in it as much as i can!!! sorry guys

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I haven't started chapt 3 of watchers crown yet because I haven't decided how i want to execute it.

like it's mostly written in my head and it's going to follow along episode one of 3rd life but I'm toying with the idea of writing this one from scars perspective. it feels right to do for this chapter but I'm not sure if that's the direction I want for the series?

its made me consider the idea of having the beginning of each series be from grians perspective as he ruminates on his failure to keep scar alive in the previous game and then the duration of the current game being told from scars perspective as this is all completely new to him and he doesn't remember the past series past basic things

idk ive been thinking too much and writing to little guys I'm sorry

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little update for my fic preybirds!! im officially changing the name to "Heavy is the head that wears the watchers crown." or just the watchers crown for short!

the fic takes heavy inspiration from both preybirds by rabbitology and watchers crown by cloudkissed and i wanted it to reflect more that it's not just based on preybirds!

so everything related to this fic will now be tagged with #hithtwtwc

I know thats long and stupid but all the other tags I tried to come up with already existed and don't want to intrude on any other fandoms tags!

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chapter 2 of the watchers crown is out!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62488033/chapters/159984649

we're about to get into the actual game!

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hyperfixation please stay with me long enough to complete the project. hyperfixation do not fade. hyperfixation finish what you started for the love of god

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how the fuck do i write dialogue

i have always avoided doing a lot of dialoque because it scares me!! what if I make the blorbo say something and then someone reads it and is like "he woukd not fucking say that" i would literally die

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letting you guys know any further updates for this are gonna come from this blog!!

ive been reading a bunch of hermit tommy fics again and I'm like 🤏 this close to ending my writing hiatus to make my own but idk where to start

if anyone has good/silly writing prompts that could fit feel free to send them to me! I'm abt to take to Pinterest to gather inspiration

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little peek at chapter 2 of the watchers crown! in my own personal lore there's a degree of seperation between grian and xelqua. yes they're the same person but they're also fundamentally different. you dont become something akin to a god and remain the same, so the tone of the second chapter is a bit different because grian is different than xelqua! does that make any sense?

finally he pinpointed the world scar was soon to spawn into.

a death game really?

way to make grians job that much harder.

tampering with the worlds whitelist wasn't too difficult, it took more time than he'd like to admit, the coding skills he had picked up from his days as an admin so many lifetimes ago were quite rusty.

you try to stay good at something you've been out of practice in for thousands of years and see how you manage!

I said little didn't i? expect chapter 2 in the next few days!

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updates for this fic are gonna be on this blog for now on!!

officially making my writing comeback 😎

little sneak peak on what im working on!! its a timeloop/reincarnation scarian fic that will span throughout the life series!

its heavily based on the song praybirds/watcher song by rabbitology!

the crows were back.

spiraling around him, cawing things that would mean nothing to anyone who couldn't understand them.

but he did.

the watcher had grown familiar with the language of the crows, what their calls meant what they were telling him.

and he dreaded it. he resented those birds. what they represented, the news they brought, it was sickening.

their caws spun around his head as they showed him visions of yet another death.

another timeline, another promising start, another version of the man he was cursed to watch in every new life, another death he was unable to stop. no matter how hard he had tried.

it always ended the same way. what happened in between the start and the end was different every time but it always ended the same way.

he had come to resent that man in a way, almost as much as he resented the crows and their calls of death. scar, that was his name. and despite how hard he tried to save scar he was infuriatingly oblivious to every warning, every sign that was sent his way. how could one person be so blind?

sometimes it felt like some higher power, higher than himself, was messing with him. manipulating the timeline again and again solely to drive him insane.

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About your post about getting back into writing---I'm always down to hear people rant about their ocs! if that's something you feel like doing :)

I'm so glad to hear this because I have no one IRL to ramble to about my little guys! Apologies if this is a bit incoherent everything relating to my characters and their storyline and stuff is incredibly underdeveloped and just basic ideas as of now!

So basically I'll start with the Dresdens because their family is kind of the catalyst for everything!

The Dresden family consists of a single father his seventeen year old son Matteo and his fourteen year old daughter Ottilie (their dad is unnamed because I have not developed him at all! Yippee!)

I'll start with Ottilie because she's me favorite and the most fleshed out. Ottilie is a super bright enthusiastic and outgoing person she's very excitable and absolutely loves the paranormal. Anything about it. Cryptids, aliens, conspiracies, UFOs, demons, all of that. But most of all she's a passionate believer in ghosts and has wanted to find one since she was a little kid. Ever since her mom died she's dedicated her life to finding a ghost and maybe even befriending it if she gets the chance. But she has one major setback in the lifelong goal of hers, her own body. Ottilie has struggled with some sort of mystery health condition since she was young and despite countless doctor visits and referrals she's no closer to finding a diagnosis than she was as a little kid. Her condition effects her in a lot of ways but the thing that it effects the most is her mobility she struggles to get around unassisted. She's an ambulatory wheelchair user and has crutches to help her out when she doesn't have her chair. But the biggest issue she runs into is how hard it is to get around haunted buildings with mobility aids! I mean seriously these ghosts could be at least a little more considerate of where they're haunting right? But she doesn't let this bother her too much she always figures out a way to check out haunted locations despite their lack of accessibility.

And maybe after moving to the small seaside town of Port dallows she'll finally find what she's looking for. But maybe not in the way she expected

I just got back from a long trip like literally 20 minutes ago so I'll post more about my silly little dudes and talk about their story and the horrors another time! Because while things are lighthearted and fun for a while it does veer into horror territory midway through! Thanks for the ask! I don't get to talk Abt this stuff a lot

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Hey I wanna start writing again but im still struggling with multi year long writers block so if anyone has hermitcraft or related requests or just wants to hear about the OCS and their storyline that I've been thinking about for years but have barely written then my askbox is open!

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Cars had always made Tommy uncomfortable.

For him cars usually meant that he was once again on his way to a new home.

He didn't like how often he changed homes, how often he changed families.

Those aren't things that should change and they definitely shouldnt change so often.

Tommy missed his parents.

no matter how much he tried to suppress that he would never not miss them.

He also missed his friends. he'd lost contact with them after the accident, after he started moving family to family, house to house, all around the country.

He missed everything about his old life but he couldn't dwell on the past for too long. It's much harder to deal with your present situation if you're stuck in the past, at least that's what he told himself.

Right now he was on his way to another home.

This would be the second one this month. To say he was nervous would be an understatement. He didn't want to let niki; his social worker, down. She really thought this family was the best option for him; she thought that this could be his forever home. she clearly had high hopes. so Tommy decided that he had to be perfect for this family, he couldn't make any mistakes. No complaining, no arguing, no cursing, and especially none of his stupid jokes that often involved making fun of whoever he was with, he meant no harm by it of course but some people didn't take those jokes as lightly as he intended, so those were his simple easy to follow rules. they would hopefully keep this family happy as well as keep tommy safe.

The car stopped. Tommy had been completely spaced out almost the whole ride and hadn't even realized they’d pulled into a driveway.

“Are you gonna be ok tommy?”

He hesitated. Niki asked this question at every new house, but he still never knew how to answer.

“Yea…”

Was all he was able to say. And with that they got out of the car and walked up to the front door.

Niki knocked on the door

Tommys nerves were practically on fire at this point.

Just dont fuck up he thought to himself

He would be okay as long as he followed his rules.

The door opened.

Tommy stepped behind niki, wanting to have that little bit of extra protection for as long as he could. He kept his eyes glued to the ground not knowing if it would be ok for him to look at the figure in the doorway.

“Hello”

Tommy looked up.

That voice was much deeper than he had expected, it took him by surprise.

The figure in the door was an odd sight to say the least.

They were tall, and had long pink hair that had been braided and draped over their shoulder, but that wasn't what Tommy found strange.

What he found strange was their outfit. They looked like prince, it wasn't the kind of style you see very often. Tommy wouldn't have been surprised if they pulled out a sword. It made him even more nervous. Someone who dressed like that must have incredibly high standards. the kind that he definitely couldn't live up too.

“Techno! It's good to see you '' Techno, Tommy remembered niki talking about him, about everyone in this family, so this figure was going to be his brother for the foreseeable future.

Great.

“This is Tommy, I'm assuming Phil told you about him. By the way, where is phil?”

The way niki spoke so casually and friendly confused Tommy. Was she not intimidated by techno at least a little?

“He's home. I'll go get him” Tommy got the impression techno wasn't much of a talker.

As he disappeared into the house niki turned to him “i know you're nervous but i've known these people for a very long time i'm sure you'll fit right in!”

“Yea… thanks” Tommy knew she was trying to be comforting but those words only made him more nervous, if he didn't fit in. If this didn't work out he didn't want to disappoint niki, or even worse ruin her relationship with this family.

Before his thoughts could spiral any more techno reapered with two more figures.

tommy would be lying if he were to say he wasn't anxious as fuck, but what did that matter now? he probably wouldn't be around these people long.

"hey mate, you must be tommy it's a pleasure to meet you!" a blonde man wearing a weird striped bucket hat spoke "im phil. and these are my sons techno and wil." Well now he had a name to pair with this new face. names to pair with all the new faces.

tommy wasn't sure how he should respond so he just gave a little wave and muttered out a small "hi" the man in the hat; phil, gave him a warm smiled that made tommy feel safe and worried at the same time.

phil looked nice really nice but after years in the system tommy had learned that looks can be very deceiving.

“it's good to see you phil!” niki enthusiastically said, drawing phil's attention away from tommy.

Thank god.

Tommy thought he might explode of nervousness if he had all the man's attention on him for any longer. “you already know but this is tommy, i'm assuming you already read the file i sent you?”

that fucking file.

tommy always hated how people got to know so much about him and his situation before he even met them. before he even knew if they could be trusted.

“I did. and I gave Wil and tech the basic rundown” tommy tensed a bit at this, one person was bad enough but three strangers who knew his life story was even worse, he didn't want the pity people so often gave him after hearing about the accident, especially from people he didn't know. “perfect! then he's all set, he has all the essentials with him so no need to worry about that, i'll be going now” niki glanced at tommy before adding “tommy if you want me to stay a bit longer while they show you around i can!”

Tommy wanted to take her up on that offer.

he really really did. but he felt as if he would be putting an even bigger burden on her if he did, she had better things to be doing than driving him house to house. “thanks niki but i think i'll be ok, big man tommy knows what he's doing!”

he reassured flashing a goofy smile and two thumbs up.

niki let out a giggle at that “alright but if you need anything call me and i'll be over as soon as possible” she ruffled his hair as her and his new family shared their goodbyes. After she left Tommy wasn't exactly sure what to do. He'd been in this situation a million times but it seemed to get harder every time.

“why don't you come in mate?” Tommy nodded and forced a smile. He let out a silent but polite “sure” before following the older man inside.

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It hadn't been long since the apocalypse started,

But to Tommy it felt like forever.

He knew he had gotten lucky though,

He had found himself not one, but two of his very own apocalypse buddies.

There was the freakishly tall, and rather odd ranboo. who chose to wear a mask and sunglasses no matter the situation. He carried a baseball bat as his weapon, which didn't do much to kill the zombies, but it did stun them for a little bit. so it was good for buying them some time.

Then there was tubbo, who was also an odd character, but not as much as ranboo. he was fairly short and looked pretty harmless,

But looks are deceiving. Tubbo was the most capable of the group, he was strong and seemed to know what to do in most situations.

He was also someone the zombies would regret messing with. His weapon of choice was a handgun. Tommy wasn't sure where Tubbo had gotten it but it didn't really matter, it had saved their asses on various occasions.

Then there was Tommy. Does such a big strong man really need an introduction? Yes. he does.

Tommy was on the taller side, and was fairly resourceful. He had some survival skills from his short time in boy scouts, but that was about it. Tommy was like a raccoon, that's what his friends always said. and he would be lying if he said he didn't take a bit of pride in that comparison.

He rather liked raccoons.

Tommys weapon of choice was whatever he could get his hands on.

He did carry a pocket knife. but that had only been used against a zombie once. when he had gotten himself cornered in an alley.

He got chills thinking about that.

All he really remembered was walking out of that alley covered in so much blood he thought he might be able to pass as a zombie, though he didn't test that theory.

Ranboo tommy and tubbo.

Despite not knowing each other for long they thought of themselves as a little family.

The apocalypse will do that I guess.

When you're forced into a constant life or death situation, with only each other to talk to there's only two outcomes; friends for life or total enemies.

They were all glad their relationship had ended up being the former.

Their current task was to find a relatively safe place to set up camp for a few days while they scavenged the area, and looked for any other survivors.

The later task wouldn’t be something for them to worry about, if it weren't for ranboo.

See ranboo had a sister; aimee and he hadn't seen or heard from her since the start of the apocalypse. He was quite worried for her safety.

So the trio had added searching for her onto their list of ongoing tasks:

find food.

find shelter.

find aimee.

They hadn't had much luck so far. though tubbo had found a red beanie with a little cartoon style person on it. when he brought it back to show his friends ranboo swore up and down that it was the beanie his sister always wore, tommy and ranboo were a bit skeptical at first but after ranboo explained that it was a custom and the little cartoon figure was actually a little cartoon aimee they left their skepticism behind. ranboo had kept that beanie on him at all times ever since.

A few hours later they had set up on the roof of what Tommy assumed to be an office building. but he couldn't be sure with how messy and destroyed it was inside.

They chatted a bit as they ate their dinner. It wasn't much a cold can of corn and some stale bread that they had picked moldy bits off of. but it was food so they enjoyed it as much as they could.

After they finished their meal tubbo spoke up, putting an end to their current conversation “i found something pretty awesome earlier” he was being rather vague, and tommy and ranboo were both very intrigued.

They lean in a bit signaling to tubbo that they were listening.

He pulled his bag into his lap and started rummaging through it. “It's not much but it's a pretty rare find” he kept rummaging for a few more seconds before he found what he was looking for, “ah here it is!”

He pulled out an orange.

It looked mostly good, with just a few spots of bruising. “whoa” Tommy and ranboo both said in shock. “how is there any good fruit left?” ranboo asked in a questioning tone. “beats me bossman” “who gives a shit about how it's still existing let's eat it!” Tommy said a little louder than he probably should have. He paused for a minute listening for the sound of zombies being alerted to their camp. When he didn't hear anything he let out a small breath of relief, tubbo and ranboo let out a quiet laugh, and tubbo started peeling their treasured orange. They split it evenly between them and savored the sweet taste in silence.

Once they had all finished their fruit they decided ranboo would take first watch, while tommy and tubbo slept. Tommy would take second watch. and tubbo the third.

It really was nice to have some friends in the apocalypse. They find fruit and help fight off the loneliness.

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to say mumbo was confused would be an understatement.

to say he was scared would also be an understatement.

he wasn't sure what just happened, after absorbing grians soul to become human again he had decided to take a short walk.

he didn't expect much to come from this walk, it was just a relaxing outing to enjoy his regained humanity.

but when he tripped on a stray rock and shut his eyes preparing for the impact, he was not expecting to be able to see everything, from all over the server he even saw people he didn't recognize in places he didn't recognize.

as he hit the ground those images disappeared.

He didn't move for a long time, his mind going much too fast to even make out a coherent thought.

He cautiously closed his eyes again. imagining what he had seen before and just like he had expected he was able to see everything.

How did this happen? Since when was he able to do this?

The only thing he could think of was grian.

His avian companion had always been on the secretive side, and always seemed to know what had been happening around the server.

It was something mumbo had never questioned much. he assumed grian just didn't remember much from his past.

He assumed grian just took the time to catch up with all the hermits as often as possible.

But now that he thought about it neither of those explanations made much sense.

Grian was always busy; he wouldn't have enough time on his hands to catch up with everyone so often.

And if grian didn't remember his past why did he switch the topic so hastily, almost in a panic whenever the topic came up.

Grian was hiding something..

And mumbo was now apart of that something.