#I can go to the nether and then I give up bc I can never find a nether fortress

[mageofcolors]

sonic characters playing minecraft headcanons bc i cant sleep:

-tails is a huge redstoner. he builds giant farms for everyone on the server to use and also has a tendency to be responsible for most of the server's lag. in their umiverse tails is the one to invent wireless redstone

-tails also likes building house exteriors while amy builds the interiors. they work on a lot of projects together

-amy also runs a business making interiors because shes known to be the best at it on the server

-amy runs a shop selling mob loot because she loves killing things. she's also a master pvper and everyone fears her so you know no one would dare steal from her. she kills withers on the regular and makes bank off the nether stars

-she's also very skilled at using both the axe and the sword, but not as good at ranged weapons.

-sonic is an explorer and likes mods that allow for gear that makes him faster and increases his step height. mountain biomes are the bane of his existance in vanilla

-sonic used to live in tails' house but he would ruin his item sorter system all the time so he asked sonic to get his own storage. sonic now lives in a hole under tails' house

-sonic's a big potion user. he likes speed potions + water breathing / night vision potions for dealing with water stuff. he's soooo brave about it. he forced himself to take on a water temple because he couldnt stand the idea of there being an enemy he couldnt defeat. being underwater makes him sick tho

-knuckles is a miner and his house is a series of tunnels that blends into his mine. he also likes building things mainly with stone materials. he takes inspiration from irl angel island.

-rouge is a big flyer. shes possibly the best elytra user on the server

-rouge collects all the gems in the game and stacks them in shulker boxes in a vault nobody on the server has found yet. she does randomly flex by taking them out and showing them off. she'll go up to knuckles and just place a shulker box full of diamond blocks in front of him to taunt him, then quickly grab it and fly away.

-rouge doesn't mine so much as she'll trade or steal. she mainly steals from knuckles tho just to mess with him. knuckles always gets confused where his stuff has gone and still hasnt figured out rouge is the one taking it.

-rouge will also trade random missions for gems. these missions will often consist of helping with playing pranks on other members of the server.

-cream runs a flower and dye "shop" where she has super cheap prices, but half the time she will just give people flowers as gifts. everyone returns the favor with much more valuable items to make her happy but it technically doesn't count as selling/buying because cream never asks for anything in return. she does like receiving gifts tho

-big is always on the server, fishing. little do they know big is actually physically in the minecraft world. he doesnt know how he got there but he's vibin

-knuckles is very into minecraft lore. he likes exploring to learn more about the world and he likes finding old ruins. while sonic is also an explorer it's not too often they'll actually team up unless theyre specifically going to fight a difficult enemy. usually they prefer to go solo

-when time came to fight the ender dragon everyone showed up (except cream because she didn't think the dragon is evil and didnt want to kill it). shadow, sonic, and knuckles were all fighting for the final hit on the dragon. shadow got the hit but sonic stole the egg before anyone else could. he's hiding it in the hole under tails' house. rouge has her sights set on that thing and will figure out where it is any moment now. she just has to wait for tails to leave the house so she can search without being seen or heard

-shadow was the first on the server to get the achievement for collecting all the cats

-shadow is also a pretty good builder and he lives in a nice house with his cats. he has the most maxed out armor on the server

-tails has a solo world as well where he runs like 1000 mods that nobody else's computer could handle. i thought this was important to mention

-sonic likes to collect heads. both mob heads and player heads. he has 20 knuckles heads and 13 shadow ones but he could not get a tails one until tails donated one himself to the collection.

[overtaken-stream]

Love, Lust, Lick

Izou x Gn!Reader

Published this on AO3 a while back, but I decided I should post this here too bc I love this man with all my heart and he deserves more recognition <3

Warnings: blowjob, established relationship(I have no clue), hair pulling

Your body shook as though your legs had been frozen and a bolt of lightning had struck your body from head to toe, numb knees bent in a way that makes the pain return every minute your subconscious returns to reality, the depths of your eyelids fog your mind, becoming the past and the present. Through the dank room, the cold of the wooden walls and the outside world have long since passed, instead being replaced by the heat your fervour has conveyed from your nether regions.

The soft lighting coming from the window was your only gateway from the darkness of his slumbering cabin, it makes sense you would want to enjoy the view you so rarely get. The stars innocently shone behind his shadowed face, silky hair coming down in long strands to rest on his shoulders as he tilted his head back, lips part, and released the hot air from his lungs. You could only imagine the view from the top, for the time being, you bask in his pelvis, trying your best to take all of him in, it's hard to get your point across with your tongue slowly going up to his tip, leaving trails of saliva behind on the bulging vein underneath, you note how he shivers from the sudden release and air contact. You hold him at the base, sliding up and down his shaft, hollowing your cheeks you can feel him throbbing between your lips, throat, and the tongue it's resting on, it causes tears to gather and latch onto your eyelashes, it causes you to go harder and faster, just the way he likes it.

Quiet hums stimulate him as the drool seeps out around your stretched jaws and continues its way down to his balls.

His head looks down at your sitting form, his scar over his right eye nowhere to be seen in the shade, half-lidded brown eyes are shining in stimulation you're giving him, he's weary, sleepy but his fatigue can wait. He puts his weight onto his left hand that's on the window stool and gets his sweaty, numb right hand to land on your retreating head. Tilting it back to stare at your glassy eyes. You've always been breathtaking, but looking at your shimmers that are like the sun's rays enchant him and capture his worn-out gaze, though, unlike the sun, he can stare at you all day; look at your face as you flash your toothy smile, listen to your ramblings and hold the precious eye contact as long as he possibly can before you (and him) disappear in your assigned duties, he promised himself to live without remorses, but as he spends more time with you, the more he thinks of the time, more the doubts dictate his thoughts, that he should be spending more time with you. When he knows it's impossible, not to mention inappropriate.

But he needs you, the never-ending thirst for the water which only you hold in the desert that is his mentality craves so impossibly further for you, his heart longs for your warm hands to touch his chest, in the past he has already become one with you, his and your heart, beat to the shared rhythm of reach. (He needs more of you.)

There's spit connecting your bottom lip to his shaft, glimmering in the light before it snaps and lands someplace below where the light doesn't reach. His palm is slipping on the sweat on your forehead, yet he continues to rub his thumb on your glabella. The quiet- yet heavy breathing of your disheveled figure limits the entire world to only you. Only your glazed-over eyes and swollen lips exist in his sight, he feels only your torso press against his legs, only your hands grasping the back of his knees as he sets his eyes on the forgotten (not by you, but by him) and stiff penis, he is surprised by the swollen look of it, flush overcomes his face from the angry red color the tip took, it screams at him to put your head back to work, however before he can advance the cold breeze over his urethra startles him, getting a hiss out of his mouth before he bites down on his bottom lip devoid of his signature lipstick, his furrowed brows get a sly and small, giggle from you that got cut off by him whispering cuss words at the empty space, he doesn't let go of your head, instead his long fingers become tangled in your hair as you lower yourself to kiss the place where his shaft begins and the sack ends. Your hands travel upward as you continue to circle his dick in kisses, they rest near his hips and the stool.

You take in the view, his hand, weak and powerless, rests in your hair as the line of his abs stands out, they flex as he bares himself fully for your sake. You want to, but don't dwell on the sight much., you're too caught up...

The moment a wet cavern engulfs him, he closes his eyes, tilts his head back, he grasps your hair tight in his hand as his cock manages to grow. He starts slowly thrusting and grinding his hips as you deepthroat him, slobbering at the musky scent of his manhood and looking up at him to meet his sweaty body, the muscles hidden from the view now stand proud with droplets of salty liquid dripping off of him, decorating his naked body with moving jewels.

The tears finally slip out of your eyes as he thrusts too sharply, holding onto your hair tighter than ever as he triggers your gag reflex, saliva floods your mouth as the muffled choking sounds intensify.

Only now has he realized just how much he wanted to reach his climax, after who knows how many edging sessions from you, he finally lets go of himself. Draping the intoxicating arousal all around himself and drowning in it.

``fuck... (Y-Y/N)-hah...-`` he moans. With more lubricant you move faster, up and down, up and down, you want to drag and catch more noises out of him. Dirty groans, mewls... loud exhales... Anything.

His simultaneous thrusts only spur you on. It excites you as he lets go of the self-control and roughly manages your head with his hand, you try desperately to clutch yourself around his shaft, to lick it from the bottom up, his gruffs of pleasure the only fuel you'll need to complete the mission: taste his essence.

At the height of his climax, his strong hand hits against the back of your head, sharply thrusting up, pushing you against his neatly trimmed pubes.

"hah... Yeah... That's it... That's... Ah...♡"

You suck and massage, run your tongue over his tip, and as his hand stutters, you take advantage of the slip-up, forcefully making your head gently travel up over his base, teeth grazing against his rounded edges, you take in the sight of slobber all around his pelvis area. You can feel it pulsing in your mouth as you carefully squeeze your teeth and take it to the bottom where your nose meets his dark pubes once again. Faint noises escape your teeth, noises you're sure he can feel. Just a little more and...

There.

The surprised moan and the twitching are the only warnings you get as he exhales, his long lashes closed and eyebrows creased, he cums. The salty taste quickly spreads onto your tastebuds. You swallow drops of it, trying to contain it until the man himself interrupts.

Izou with his eyes rolled back into his head, roughly leans your head back, pulling out of your warmth and pumping his penis right in your face as the translucent liquid smears on your lips and nose, his brown eyes meet yours once again as you run your hands under his testicles, the liquid lands on your cheeks, stained with dried-up tears.

Flicking your tongue on his yet-to-soften cock you hold his gaze as you go down on him to finally lick his shaft clean of any fluid in peace, tracing and mapping out the bulging veins in the process (the process you've done for quite some time now, but a little studying has never hurt anybody).

His breathy giggle and a smirk are worth the filth.

He doesn't need to say anything, pregnant pause turns into comfortable silence as he tucks your hair strand behind your ear, gently taking your face in both of his hands. He brings your face forward.

In the silent night, the whisper of "I ♡ you" is a sign of end of your time with him.

He tastes himself on your salty lips, and wishes for more time.

(You taste the erased lipstick and only lick the sweet aftertaste away, from deep in your heart, the greed grows.)

[isa-ghost]

Could I mayhaps have some hc!philza headcanons? Could be him in his hardcore, or how his time in hardcorr affects him now maybe? :D

OUGH YES.

So these will be operating off the theory that qPhil is hcPhil with his memory fucked up by the Federation. I'm gonna aim for "pre island, this is how qPhil was" but we'll see what happens as I actually write these LOL

What if I call these Pre-Dilf Edition in the masterlist SKFJSKFJSKFHF

10/10 would read the hardcore deity set I did recently to go with these :D

qPhil headcanons masterlist

He either had a flawless sleep schedule (early to bed early to rise ass mf) or no sleep schedule at all (spending 3+ nights hyperfocused on smth). It made for a very loopy Phil sometimes, which his murder of crows very much enjoyed

This man can fit so much joy and whimsy in him. Everything is awesome, everything is a breathtaking work of art and everything is decades of rich history to uncover. He loves life, he loves the passage of time, he loves teaching the murder about what he finds & restores

That's his main hobby besides being a survivalist, restoration and an informal form of archiving. He sketches the builds, takes notes on the deities, adds his own little touches to each place to make it a little prettier

He could fly for hours. Sometimes he'd fly aimlessly into late into the night, too immersed in sight-seeing and chatting with the murder

He had little altars in Flowerfall, Nether Void & Greater Spawn Islands for OO, BE, and Rose respectively. He'd leave little shiny things, trinkets that made him think of them, offerings like cooked fish or blaze rods or flowers in little offering bowls. Just as a nice, more direct way of giving them thanks for creating something so beautiful and allowing him to restore it to its former glory

He fucking loves swimming and fishing and hanging out at Endlantis, he'd just very aggressively avoid the cave that is EK's tomb. It was extremely haunted, he never got good vibes down there

He sometimes considers making his own remarkable build as a sort of "I was here, I too am a mark upon this history" but looks at his house and is like "mmmmbetter not" (he's an idiot, he could 100% build something cool, just probably not on the scale of the builds the gods have created. He'd probably create it for Goddess of Death, not even himself 💀)

Obligatory gapple addiction mention. It didn't start because of the murder, but he definitely used them as an excuse to further indulge once he started devoting eating one to the crows who'd been in the murder for a year. He never really had a reason to quit, or worry about the addiction, so he never experienced negative effects from it. Gapples aren't exactly harmful, just.. tinged with just enough magic to infect the brain. (He never experienced withdrawal misery on QI bc the Feds wiped his memory so his body had no idea it should be having a bitch fit =) )

Semi-related, he loved the days where he and the murder lacked the motivation and focus to do restoration things so they'd just fuck off in a random direction for ages and go on loot sprees. Nothing more exciting than hunting for more god apples :D

He started out liking fishing. The murder got too obsessed and it became the bane of his existence. But he loves the murder, so he does it anyway. Besides, he wouldn't trade chill talks with them for the world. :')

Btw he doesn't know this but it was equal parts the Ender King & the Feds ripping rifts between the universes that got him caught and taken to QI. EK didn't plan for that to happen, he just wanted to escape to a new reality to find a vessel to come back to power. Which is why once Phil was on the island, EK went "Fuck it, I'll use that asshole since he's not only compatible, but from the same plane of existence"

Mobs never scared him much (except Enderman) despite the fact that they were very dangerous and he's a survivalist. He was practically a mob whisperer, it's how he trapped trophy ones, made certain farms and why he was 99% fearless when farming charged creepers. QI has so many mobs he's never seen in his life that his chill instincts are suddenly like AAAWTFWTF

He never felt truly alone despite being the only humanoid. He felt like Rose was always with him, very rarely OO, and the murder ofc. He could understand them and he'd talk to them all day every day. Not only that, he had pets like Pog and Champ and there were quite a few times he'd humanize inanimate objects, which scientifically helps keep you sane in isolation such as survival. He always felt like he had Something to socialize with

That said, he IS still a bit weird socially on the island. Socializing with humans is way different than crows, other animals, gods, and objects.

Btw Ian is God of Chaos (a lesser god like Goddess of Death) and other mods like Birder, D3 & Wolfy are notably larger or perhaps a different species of corvid that hang out among the murder :D

[desceros]

I'm guessing by your banner that you also like Minecraft sooooo, turtle Minecraft headcannons to spare please 🥺? Just in general, all the Donnie's are definitely into Minecraft. I feel like all the rise turtles are also definitely into Minecraft and Leo, mikey and Donnie all had a big Minecraft phase in their childhood and maybe they still play multiplayer with each other when their bored and have nothing better to do. Maybe gaming headcannons in general for the turtles?

i play it for like. a week once a year. then i get distracted by something else and forget i was playing. this cycle repeats once every twelve months. the neo-mayan calendar.

i'll do rise specifically bc im feeling soft for it rn

donnie loves fiddling with command blocks to set up the server, and he loves setting up fun traps for his brothers. he's huge into redstone and builds amazing contraptions. his base is one where you have to fall through lava to get inside, and he has, like. fifty secret rooms for all his loot. he has the most optimum selection of armor and always wears his elytra so he can fly out of trouble. he has 500 cats at every build so creepers can't come by and blow them up.

raph loves the combat. he never uses a shield bc it makes it 'too easy.' at any given moment, the lower left hand of the screen is filled with his death messages. he also loves the exploration part, and he's always sending coordinates for interesting things for people to check out later. his base is a dirt box with a single bed and one chest filled with some string, a single diamond, four pieces of steak, a dark oak slab, a soul strider book, and two brown mushrooms. full netherite armor (mostly bc he keeps dying in the nether and everyone got tired of him burning through all their diamonds, so they pulled together and farmed up enough netherite to give him something that wouldn't burn up)

mikey is the builder on the server. he likes to beautify things and terraform, and his base is a custom mountain valley he built in the middle of a flower forest biome. he can make every block look good. raph's house actually makes him angry, like legit, but raph won't let him pretty it up for him. he dies to creepers a lot bc he never remembers to light up his builds, and they sneak up on him while he's listening to music and building. he wears unenchanted iron armor (except when donnie forces some blast protection iv on his ass) except for his feather falling iv diamond boots.

leo's here for the mining. he loves collecting shit and bringing it back home. he'll go out with an inventory of shulker boxes, stuff 'em full, then bring them home and go back out again. he's the spine of the server; sitting afk at the witch farm so donnie can get enough redstone, going out and getting more terracotta so mikey can finish his trading hall, and helping raph collect his shit when he dies in the end and oh god maybe his elytra landed on the side???? he'll also put on a playlist and just strip mine for hours until he runs through his fourth diamond pickaxe and has to go to the gold farm to repair it up. never upgrades to netherite armor because the diamond armor is blue.

[crownedwille]

ngl im kinda confused on why people support crown wille so much. i’m open to the idea, but i’ve always read him the same way since ep1. he was miserable from the beginning of the show (before he even met simon) up until the end. everything about the monarchy affected him in a negative way. wille and simon could not have existed as a couple if wille didn’t step down (and i feel this is something i feel they’ve expressed since s1.) ntm that there is no such thing as a good monarch and wille has never wanted to be in that role. wille is not a PUBLIC person. and nether is simon.

i’m not sure why some ppl think the fall of their relationship came out of nowhere; different problems can always arise, especially with teenagers. maybe some more explaining would help me understand, but at this point i think crown wille was such a stretch to root for.

i’d also like to add that s1 and s2 more likely had open endings to leave as cliffhangers, while s3 is the conclusion of the story. obviously, it’s not to say that everything is figured out, but that everything will be okay.

oh boy, you really want me to get into this again, here we go

he was miserable from the beginning - yeah, imagine me wanting him to have actual development and have a different mindset in the end. you don't start off your protagonist with the same mindset and that never changes, that is not proper satisfying storytelling imo. and it seems like i do have to remind people every time but if wille steps down he will still be a prince, just the second in line and no longer the heir - which is exactly who he was in the beginning. so yeah actually nothing has changed. and there was already attention and pressure on him and he still had duties and i honestly do wonder what was so different about being crown prince bc they never actually showed us.

so he will never really 'escape' the monarchy, he still is part of the royal family, his mother is the queen and he ABSOLUTELY will be a public person his entire life. and simon by association too. a fucking sex tape came out with them and wille came out to the world as queer, there is no way that people won't care anymore about it just bc wille wouldn't be crown prince anymore in a year. and as if him renouncing wouldn't make any headlines and be a huge deal and simon and wilhelm wouldn't have to deal with the aftermath and consequences of that (if they're still together at that point which i have my doubts)

there will always be attention on wille and that is something that should be obvious and i don't understand why the fandom is choosing to be so naive and blissfully ignorant about this. no, i do know, bc the show is framing it like that and wanting people to think that and stay naive and blissfully ignorant to all these facts

and i love hearing how my interpretation was wrong from the start and of course you were right all along. how dare i had hope and thought the point of killing off erik and making wille the crown prince is bc he would do things differently and bring changes and "start a revolution" bc that is totally not what the show has been about before abandoning it and taking the easy way out and not wanting to deal with what that would really entail. how dare i saw wille question traditions at hillerska and him making a public speech addressing that as him stepping into his role as crown prince and show signs of a great, competent "leader" before they also abandoned that and made sure none of that mattered and erased his growth in s3. how dare i thought wille and simon both wanted changes to the monarchy instead of letting it stay exactly how it is and giving it over to a person who has done fucked up things to them and likes the system as it is

if that and the stuff you're saying was the message the entire time i find it really sad tbh and i call bullshit on it. i definitely don't see how everything will be okay now with none of simon's or wille's mental health issues addressed and implied they're actually working on it but yeah of course they escaped the ~evil~ monarchy now and it was all its fault they didn't work out and now they're completely fine and all their problems have vanished, how could i forget

[lucindaspartnerrealandtrue]

Ok. Ok, so. Originally, I wanted to talk about my rewrite SKs, but this morning, I woke up with my mind at Gene. And not mys Gene. Mcd Gene. So ehm. I have a dilemma about smh that idk if I should add to my rewrite.

(If you don't want to read basically the recap scroll until you see pink)

ALSO PLEASE DONT GET THIS WRONG- THIS ISNT A SHIP POST- ITS PLATONIC-

Basically, my rewrite for mcd will be mcd intertwined with rebirth.

Sooo ye, Aph and Gene meet in Bright Port as she looks for that herb (moon flower???? I'm so sorry but the name escaped my mind at the moment.) for Brendan and Gene is trying to get to the werewolf tribe for the nether portal, I believe. And they meet. Aphmau goes face first into his chest(which tbh ouch, bcs. armour.) and he, very kindly, shoos her away because he doesn't have time for her bs.

She follows him around for a bit, yelling about needing help for her friend and how she needs that herb. He finally turns to face her, and oh. She's the same girl from Phoenix Drop. The one that Vylad was watching. The one with the weird markings. Now, that's interesting. Enough to make him go off the tracks with his mission. As they get into that little argument about her wanting to take the herb to Brendan but Gene not really wanting to give it to her, as its the only one that he has left. She offers to help him, blah blah then Aph promises him that she'll bring him to the werewolf tribe for this. But again, she wants to get the herb first and give it to Brendan but Gene doesn't trust her--- and Paul appears.

Tbh things go like in rebirth for most of the part, with some small changes that I won't mention in this post.

Now, things go off the rails after Aphmau goes to save the werewolf pup and the Lord of Bright Port. Because Gene follows along with. Not good intentions. Aphmau gets ambushed by Shadow Knights, at some point one of them coming forward to attack her(it was Gene) and she kind of hits him hard enough to let him a bit bruised. Which surprises him, as he, in the time he was with her, she seemed helpless, falling in holes. Tripping because of her own legs. And now she hits him so hard that he fell.

Whatever, she ends up fainting exactly when they get to the portal, and before Burt could do anything about it, Gene comes forward and gets her, all four of them leaving the nether. Now, Gene's alibi is that he """"went in after her"""""", which was also proved by the werewolves as they did see him go in later, after she went. So. Lovely.

Aphmau wakes up, the tribe is....low-key destroyed. And now she makes it her mission to find the ones who did this. Because she has a hero complex apparently.

Anyway, before she can do that she stays a bit there as she is kind of hurt. Because. Well. Ye. And Gene remains there. Because well. He kind of failed his mission, I mean, he did open the portal and all...but. eh. Idk, honestly this part is a bit blurry in my head too so like, I'll come back with a more clear reason, but he remained for some reason. With his mood more down than usual as he is going to die twice. They bring Burt to Bright Port and now there comes my dilemma.

I have a very rough idea in my head. These two going to an adventure of sorts for a few days, so they'll actually be low-key friends, so when Aph slowly starts relaizing that Dante's brother and 'her' Gene are the same, that the man who tortured Laurance is the same as the man who she befriended and who helped her. And it hurts. When they eventually meet in s3 it hurts. Ye. So originally it starts as a Aphmau trying to find the ones who destroyed the werewolf tribe and Gene follows along as a 'trying to stop her from doing that' and because he lowkey looked at it as a holiday of sorts before going back to O'Kasis to report. But it turns into a 'Aph exploring the world as she was technically born like 2 months ago'. And Gene being like 'girlie wdym you don't know what a bear is??? wdym you never saw a crow before??? WDYM YOU DONT KNOW WHAT *INSERT TYPE OF FOOD* IS?!?! aren't you like what- 19?-20???'

At some point Gene gets like scratched or smh and Aphmau decides to like. Help him and by exercising her magic by healing him. And he freaks out because why tf is trying to touch his face randomly. He doesn't like it. And than she of course, gets her way and does manage to heal him and he freaks out even more because she starts shining for fucks sake.

They don't talk about how he freaked out.

At some point they spare together and she wins. Not all rounds, but she does. And that also freaks him out.

The ending of this adventure is either like. Gene stealing finding a boat and bringing her to Phoenix Drop himself.

Or perhaps ending up in Meteli and having even more ginger haired Laurance content....? And Eventually they bid their goodbyes there, and Laurance brings her to Phoenix Drop.

Btw everyone in Phoenix Drop freaked out this whole time. Especially Garroth as he also knew that Paul left her with random man. Ik, Lovely. Why didn't he do smh about it? Paul tries his best to keep him calm because Aphmau can handle herself.

Feel free to ask questions ^^

(I'll come back to edit my mistakes later btw)

[chain-draws-stuff]

Hello hello! Before you start reading this chapter I want to thank you to @caldraws for giving me the idea for this part! This story may be a little long so I had to cut it into 2 parts so it's not too long bc I don't want you guys to read something that's that long.

This story will be taking place in Questions and Answers to Watching lies. It's sort of a prolog but at the same time it's kind of not at the same time. So to make it simple for you guys It's like a back perspective of what or what was happening to the other half part of the 2 chapters so...enjoy! :D

And sorry if I was away for like a day long so uhh...here's the next chapter I guess? Also if you're wondering on what the end looks like when I wrote in one of my chapters "a blue mushroom area" I am actually using the updated end mod in minecraft! So uhhh yeah!

now...with that's said let's get to the story!

END KING!STEVE

Chapter 7

Freedom?...

Part 1/2

??? pov:

After centuries of spending my immortal lives banished in that barren wasteland he sent me to...I can finally...finally be free for once...but my fine time ended shortly when I wondered around the end until I passed by an opend ancient portal. It was covered in orange vines and some of those thalasium crystals 'this one must had been fixed by those other kings before him' I went into the lit portal heading on to the overworld. I wanted to see what the mortals we're doing in there mortal lives and see what there up to...

As I got through the portal I was thinking what the humans were planning to take over the end?, kill every single living thing that breathes, walk and crawl? Enslaving others? Or even better planning to destroy the nether...but unfortunately none of those ideas of mine were true but instead they built a civilization with tall houses and weird village's 'how long have I been banished for? Ive never seen mortals build something like this...' I thought to myself as i existed my mind scape and returned back to reality noticing a few humans near the stronghold seeing strange thigs they use for transportation 'i wonder what there up to..' I say to myself as a approach the huma not seen because apparently I'm still stuck on my ghost form I'm still free but not fully...I still needed my body back which is going to be a huge struggle since I have to drag that boy with me along the way I can't go through 3 dimensions in this form sure I am a God who can travel between universe's and worlds but my abilities somehow don't work in this form He  cursed me to, for almost an eternity...so I went closer what were the humans investigating...'the stronghold? What could they possibly want with this old structure?' I asked myself as I see the endstone slowly growing. As I slowly and carefully reached out to the endstone it started to create cracks the closer my hand(sort of claws, as you saw in one of my post about this) i came closer and closer revealing more cracks as I started to get closer with the endstone.

And as my hand(claws) interact with he endstone, a spike peirced through the cracks impailing one of he humans behind me causing him to pour out blood from his mouth leading himself to die....I was left in shock on how I have the ability to help the infection spread. This was a huge advantage for me to take over the overworld and defeat he nether and His upcoming armies.

As I was doing more of the infestation on the land I decided it was enough as Ieft taking pity on the humans and leaving the rest flee the scene Alive.

As I was following a random man (which is Shaw in Questions and Answers) for some little reason...I was finding more information about what were the human Really Planning because I wasn't convinced on that the mortals weren't planning something unexpected...as I was 'Stalking' this mortal named Shaw heading back home but first had to head to Steve's house 'huh...a human whi is looking for my Mortal Vessel? ' As I was observing him I noticed that Steve was more like a son to him. Once Shaw entered Steve's house only to come to witness his house looking like a ruin everything was broken down, shattered into small pieces. He was left in shock and wory he was then left running out of the house riding his so called 'car' he drove off leaving me in the middle of nowhere in front of someone's house.

I came into the house to check the place more looking at the cabinets, shelves, tables then I saw something...a book...I picked up the book and opened the first page...

Dear diary

Today was kind of weird...I was left in the middle of nowhere it was about to rain so I looked for shelter and found an open cave in the forest...

As I step deeper into the cave my clothes were soggy wet, like very wet I saw a dead person wearing a red cape, blue clothing and some other stuff I kind of don't remember...

I got deeper into the cavern finding a robot? I began chasing it while traveling through weird places and weird things until we stopped to a room filled with portals they call the checkpoint.

I was arguing with the small green round robot fighting about he fact they thought I was Stalking them

(Yes I watched the video U-U)

After a lady? Oh yes a lady popped out of nowhere.

- Steven #####

(Don't ask why i didn't finish it I was very lazy at the time rn bc I was writing this jn the middle of the night)

???: Steve's diary? Well...better keep it for better uses...

I checked the other parts of the house, talked to myself for a while and left to go follow the Shaw guy going somewhere. Looks like he was heading to another mortals home I got closer to see the people. As I can now see everyone on my view I saw a mortal dragging another mortal behind him

Chris: what is it sarge?

The mortal asked

Shaw:...umm...why are you dragging Austin?

Shaw said with confusion and seriousness

Chris:here trying to avoid going to bed. Now what are you doing here at the middle of he night?

He answered and followed by another question needed to be answered

Shaw: I came here to ask you something...

Shaw answered

Chris: what does that have to do with me or Austin?

He followed by answering with confusion

(INSERT EXPLANATION CUZ IM LAZY AF RN)

The human(chris) was shock on what Shaw had just explained the mortal was thinking on how or when did it happen as a few seconds passed the human thought before coming back to reality.

Chris:*sigh* all this thinking is giving me a headache...but I can assure you, we can go ahead and investigate Steve's house and the portal tomorrow if you want

The human(Chris) says with confidence as Shaw thanked him that he would help him during the investigation

Shaw: thanks kid...I also might interrogate you 3 tomorrow

Shaw added

Chris:wait who's the third?

He asked

Shaw:oh its his robot

Shaw answered

Shaw:we also need to start the investigation early in the morning tomorrow so we can get this mystery solved in no time

Shaw added, and with that the human(Chris) nodded his head then gently closed the door while Shaw left and headed home

I was left alone behind a bush as I watched everything what they said

????: hehe this is going to be fun~

I left the house and searched around for a place to camp for now.

As the sky goes dark and night had fallen everyone was now asleep...my eyes felt heavy and I closed my eyes as I slowly drifted away from reality

Part 1 out of 2

First chapter/previous/next

[rebornologist]

♡ In the bedroom w/ Esper Mammon✧

Warnings: 18+ utc!! tentacles mentioned, D/s, bondage, ambiguous mammon genitals always bc they could be one sex or another... or not tbh idk and idc use ur imagination & follow ur heart <33

When it comes to sex, Mammon is generally pretty quiet, mostly murmuring instructions, some dirty talk and purrs of satisfaction when their pet gives them exactly what they want, and the occasional breathy groan. When they’re on the receiving end though, they can get much louder. It will take you a while to get them comfortable enough to let you take the reins, but after you get a taste, you won’t be sure if you’d ever want to let them go. They have such a sweet voice, and you’re guilty of making them cum over and over, milking delicious little cries from them until they’re hoarse. Luckily, they don’t talk much normally, so there’s less suspicion the day after when they’re completely silent and avoiding everyone’s gazes, especially yours..

They can be a bit embarrassed about people hearing them through the walls and may take the extra precaution to muffle the noises with their powers, but it’s clear that they can’t quite cover everything up when you have their head spinning. In the case of them doing the dirty work and bending you over to rail you senseless though, they love binding your wrists and keeping you spread open for them, reaching around to hook their soft fingers into your mouth and turning you to see your fucked out expression and drool coating their digits.

Oh, speaking of drool.. despite how quiet they are, they’re probably one of the messiest in bed. They’re shameless when it comes to shoving their pointed tongue as far into your mouth as they can manage, until your moans are muffled when they mercilessly fuck into you with their fingers or even slick tentacles. You might end most sessions almost uncomfortably sticky, but they’re careful enough to clean up before running a hot bath to soak in or changing the sheets to fall asleep together.

The most torturous thing with them is their patience and generally low sex drive. It may seem as if they're greedy for your pleasure even more than their own, but the case may just be that a lot of their pleasure is derived from the mental stimulation and power play of it all, so they’ll spend hours toying with you if you let them (but when you’re gagged and blindfolded and strung up in silken ties, you really have no choice, huh?*) until they themselves are burning up with desire. Once they're at that point though, they will not stop until either you tap out, or they've cum multiple times and are almost painfully overstimulated. I have mentioned it before, but they never hold back with the mocking every little whine and whimper that comes out of you, and the embarrassment absolutely soaks you to the core. You would not have guessed that such a mild and caring person in the day-to-day could be so mean, but they’re always full of surprises.

But fear not, you’ve recently discovered their weakness for strip teases. You had the bright idea one day to do a little roleplaying, put on some nice clothes that can be peeled off piece by piece, and sat them down in your shared bedroom with some dim lightning and mood music. They were naturally very skeptical and deadpan in their confusion with the situation, and how 'if you wanted them to play with you, you could just say so'. They completely had the wrong idea, clearly, as you tied them down and made them promise to behave for you. Intrigue overtook them and they absolutely could not deny you the pleasure, especially when you circled them like they were your dinner (and they would be), eyes half-lidded and pupils blown wide in the darkness, ghosting touches over them and slowly, agonizingly shedding your coat to reveal the lacey layers underneath. That’s when it clicked in their head, and they felt the strain in their nether regions as they eyed you hungrily. Any complaints that they had were quickly silenced by you gripping them by the nape roughly and nipping at their neck. They swallowed a whimper as you cupped their sex and rubbed softly, feeling the swell beneath your fingertips. Now the tables have turned from the usual affairs, and oh you loved the power you had over them. It may not be as long of a night as when they’re the one calling the shots, but who knows.. you’re just as full of surprises and Mammon is at your mercy, for you to test the soundproofing of the room walls.

*jk they respect tf out of the safeword/gesture/literally any indication that you’re done. over it. enough. Fin.

once again I am not proofing this bc of the finals week of it all. All my well wishes for @seirenspinel for rqing more Mammon content... I am so soft for them ngl I felt so evil penning this one lol

[iconsumeheadcanons]

gathering notes on this crossover

making a list of observations and headcanons of todays crossover episodes

keralis and jevin live in a universe where youtube and twitter exist. keralis knows sausage from videos. sausage doesnt know what theyre talking about and he calls servers ‘realms’.

pix knows of the internet (tbf he doesnt have a character this time round)

is keralis a god. im just gonna assume he is.

tango and jimmy know each other from double life. tango had love hearts on his screen when he recognized jimmy. they just squealed at each other. i am losing my mind. scar also thought jimmy was in another life serie. jimmy knows them all

grian...grian..

“you cant hide from me timmy! >:)”

multiverse grian still going strong of course lmao, grian knows everybody

his character seems to understand the existence of servers and streams. would this be considered awareness of internet or are streams like technoblades chat/voices thingie?

“so who doesnt have an open chest policy?”

fae grian/borrower grian becomes closer to truth every day

(tango and fwhip was a combo i never knew i needed but its so awesome. honestly many of the hermits and fwhip is awesome)

pirate joe is very concerned about how shocked papa k looks like all the time

almost everyhermit showed up in their default skins. impulse is still a bald dwarf tho. pearl is god.

multiple hermits want to make their own empires. they have learned nothing from King Rentheking

jevin da slime. shelby keeps killing his brethren ;; no one bring him to animalia

ofc they did not check to see if they can get back to hermitcraft

OMG THERES NO ACTUAL PORTAL BACK. THEY ARE VERY STUCK.

is there an admin left on hermitcraft? x and tango and joe are stuck in empires lmao

joel knows them as well. im just gonna say its probably bc hes god.

convex are silly as usual

cub is a fan of joel the god. i love cub being completely unfazed by the innuendos. there is absolutely nothing strange about sausage giving keralis his wood.

grian is stealing. i mean borrowing.

ONE NIGHT ARMOR STAND

sausage doesnt know what an armor stand is lmao

empires people wonder whats up with false. shes missing her clothes that she stole from a dead body. is she okay

cogsmeade false took a introverted trip away from all this noise. her mysterious notes might reference the traveling hermits

“THIS IS SAINT PEARL!” fwhip in the background, “ there is no legal action for murder”

scott thinks pearl might be a cosplayer

pearl does not know who sausage is at all, uh oh.

via sausage’s notes:

Keralis: info; lumberjack, speaks spanish; powers; hypnotizing gaze +15

jevin: half slime/skelly, likes to steal; powers unknown

grian: blamed for rift (good knowledge for if sausage ever wants to sue him for emotional damages btw), likes the color red; powers; pesky bird (as heard from others)

scar: cat lover, doesnt like unsafe nether portals, powers; big goblin ears for flight

tango: thinks bubbles is a hyena, likes big hats; powers; low level witch/spell caster

false: doesnt remember me, is she the same false?; unknown powers

impulse: likes to go underground

cub: impressed by my wood!, looks like a scientist

Pearlescent Moon: looks a lot like santa pearla?! used to be fighter; powers; +20 str, +10 ag, +15 speed, +30 awesomeness

cleo: possible pirate, pirate joe killed her parrot, undead day walker +25 (just like sausage!)

an xisuma (or shishswambam): possible pirate, witch hunter?!; powers; heavy armor protections +20 durability

pixl and doc are acquainted. no biggie

someone pls save impulse. he is still sick. very polite

how has grian not blown up the sheriffs tnt shop yet

fwhip and lizzie didnt react to mentions of Grian, but fwhip has heard of scarland theme park. dosney ascends all universes apparently

lizzie is scared of the strangers. just like kitty

oli is also multiversing

hermit locations:

scar ended up in tumble town, intends to build old west locomotive. honorary goblin, aiming for position of deputy (he might move to whoever can bring him a jellie first)

tango will be a wonky engineer for gobland

keralis is probably moving in with sausage. amores

grian and impulse are building a place for the hermits but grians trying to convince oli to move closer

joe is napping at scotts tavern for now

(everyone is gushing about the empires builds and their colors! its so cute! jimmys friends all complementing tumble town is making me smile)

empires leaders are literally all like “oh god, we have guests. we have to clean up STAT”

goblins dont need sleep, probably dont like the overworld because the phantoms

fwhips poor ears..so much noise

grians webcam mic is back. and HIS FRIENDS ARE HERE

gonna pretend his voice is messed up by the rift lol

oli flies on the power of song

grian and oli on the same smp. no one is safe.

grian is making fun oli for being poor and then immediately goes to bully timmy

HERMIT SPECIES: they are shorter. big feet. thats it. (love this idea lmao)

grian... grian.

fwhips texture pack is native variation of foliage in empires smp

hes determined to destroy the empires’s bartering system. capitalist instinct

oh no the rift isnt purple anymore,,,it broke,,,

someone please stop grian from interacting w the multiverse. he keeps getting stuck and breaking things

impulse is in very sick denial about this whole situation, someone please tuck this man into bed he is very lost

lizzie likes that impulse instinctively parkoured on her froggy village

fwhip has incurred a debt onto impulse. poor guy

empires smp is the lands of the thirteen empires

has no one noticed the princess of dawn?

joe was under the assumption that grumbot was punishing them for not finishing the content quests

joe has access to the litematica it seems like

are we counting joes court audition as joe also living in the real world. does he and keralis come from the outside world and jevin and cleo just get to hear about the internet?

someone thought empires was an old hermitcraft world

oli doesnt know most of the hermits

oli and joe is such a gift. oli has adopted them bc he looks so pathetic

im desperate to know about cub and docs reactions to this whole shebang

every emperor says joel is very mean and that he pretends to be tall so everyone humors him by building really tall doors so he thinks he can fit

everyone insisting his empire is classist

pearl and scott and joe and cub investigate upper stratos’s shrine to peril

cub, “hey impulse, have an egg in this trying time”

IMPULSE RECOGNIZES SCOTT but no one else interestingly

“just oli, not bard oli” is joes nomenclature for oli

joe was immediately overwhelmed. felt.

[briarandhissecretgarden]

Dionysus and Apollo Thoughts (MC ocs)

This is a continuation of my V/Illager talk. This pertains to my ocs :0)

Now, onto my ocs n such bc i am thinking abt them. I have two that are an Evoker and a Witch. Evoker is named Apollo (early 30s|he/him) and the Witch is named Dionysus (mid 30s|she/her). Dio runs a small tavern/inn on land she owns, she's made it a very clear safe space for all non-human mobs. Any mob, peaceful, neutral and hostile may come and stay, no fighting though.

A simple witch brought up in a somewhat well off family. They lived humbly and dedicated their lives to an Illager cult that granted them protection if any monsters were to approach them. However, as time grew on and Witches began to get hated more and more in some circles, a massacre took place, Ancient Builders destroyed the landscape of Dio's home and she was left orphaned from a very early age. Illagers quickly came by and brought her to a woodland mansion where she struggled greatly to interact with the other children, making her an outcast. Although she felt alone, she used her emotions as a starting point to learn magic and witchcraft. By the time she was older, she had become the most powerful witch on Raid Divisions. Dio had even made an Evoker friend, Apollo. He struggled much like her, so as thanks for the friendship and to help someone who was suffering the same fate as her, she helped teach him magic. Eventually they had enough of the cult-like living spaces in the Woodland mansion and escaped, being exiled by the Illagers. They were hunted down for a while afterwards, but knowing that Dio had her own private land that was cursed to tread upon (witch superstitions exist in this world too. Witches are said to be blessed by all 3 divine spirits [knowledge/action/foresight], making their land [passed down by family] incredibly valuable, but dangerous to those that are unwelcome) they decided to give it up and let them go free, but they were both banned from ever joining or making deals with Illager kind, and that Apollo (an evoker) was essentially dead to them.

Dio is an incredibly powerful witch too, but chooses to keep things low key unless trouble is rising. She's happy and bubbly and tends to talk everyone's ear off, loves performing magic acts and singing and dancing at the tavern too!!! She struggles a bit with dealing with angry customers or those that come to cause trouble, though she can usually see right through them and cast a spell so they can just chill. She is in LOVE with the Nether and loves the wildlife in that dimension, but struggles with the heat a fair amount so she can never stay too long.

Apollo is Dio's bestest friend in the whole world. They were both assigned to Raids when they met, and Apollo was already disliked amongst Illager kind. His mother was a Pillager, but his father was a Villager, and that set many of his group against him. Even so, he was blessed with very good skills as an Evoker. He struggled to gain the same respect as one though, and Dio offered to teach him different ways of using his magic, but Witches weren't permitted to talk to Evokers unless given an order to. So they met every night and trained in the Dark Oak Forests that surrounded the Mansion Apollo lived in. After a long while Dio brought up the idea to escape from that way of life, however, Apollo only would agree if he was allowed to make the plan. They talked for weeks but it was all for nothing as their captain, a Vindicator, had seen them meet before. Seeing no other means of escape other than their plan, they decided to just go for it and see what would happen!! They would up being free from the cult-like Mansion they once lived in, free from all the turmoil and harassment.

Even so, they were hunted down for a good while, they were traveling constantly to get back to the safe land Dio's family once owned. A beautiful swamp/mangrove biome. With them both settled and excited to build a new life for themselves, they were officially exiled from their former lives. Content with their new ventures ahead of them.

That's all for these guys right now!!! if you have any questions please ask :0) meant to post this last week but i didn't finish their refs until this week so yeah :0

[attourney-at-lycan]

TELL ME EVERYTHING ABOUT YOUR OCS. NOW. GO!!

I GOT LIKE TWO OTHER ASKS ABT PRESONALITY AND BACKGROUND SO I MIGHT AS WELL JUST ANSWER THEM HERE

genesis was born into a basically a military family that prides themselves in being the best at providing o’khasis w/ strong knights/guards/bodyguards- some of the ppl of their family serve directly under Lord Garte himself- so she was raised in a way that taught her how to fight and serve those above her. she was taught from the moment she could wield a sword how to be the best weapon for anyone, a sword unable to have their own opinions, beliefs- she passed at the top of her class in knight academy and when zane cane around to build the jury, he chose genesis to be one. she’s pretty much what you can expect from someone who was raised in this way, she doesn’t seem to show any emotion or sympathy, she can be cruel and has convergent thinking, she’s not… cold or mean? but sort of monotonous? in a way? she has zero social skills so she does not do well alone in a public setting. she’s extremely obedient to authority figures and uhhhh thats all i can come up w/ for her? she has a bit of a strange relationship with jeffory? by that i mean, jeffory tries to stop genesis whenever she does something cruel when zane’s not around. he has to spend a while to convince her to out her fists down and just jgnore it bc zane’s not gna care. he sorta feels bad for her since she never really got that freedom at all? kinda like an animal born in captivity who even if you give them a way out, they probably wont take it bc their little area is all that they know. if that makes any sense, its so weird to compare my ocs to animals but thats sorta the best way i can explain it.

CONNIE- ohhhh connie connie he’s great. originally i had planned to make him some sort of deranged scientist/inventor who was stuck in the dimension of a different god for years and while thats not completely off what i want to do, i’m kinda not set on that now. but anyway, connie is basically con man extraordinaire but also a coward at times- he’s an alchemist, also doctor also surgeon also herbologist also scientist also researcher also archeologist also historian also he used to work in a circus for half a year if that can add anything to his resume- when he’s not getting himself killed trying to discover the secrets of the dead gods, he’s creating medicine to help those who cannot pay for a healer or expensive healing potions, or he’s out stealing shit from zane or he’s doing some other shit. anything other than getting a good night’s sleep. i do plan on- it’s a bit of a funny little “spin off idea” where its aaron and connie traveling together before the events of mcd, where connie hires aaron to accompany him on a small bodyguard job turned years long adventures with aaron keeping connie from joining the souls in the nether. he’s sm fun ik telling u-

ares i dont really have much tbh? in my rewrite meteli’s a port city that has a lot of run-ins with pirates and so ares was picked up by pirates and dropped off @ meteli where he basically grew up there before something happened that caused him to die? maybe he and some other riff raffs were too close to the nether portal and boom shit happened now ares is a shadow knight- ALSO i forgot to mention he is half elf, my only non human oc (FOR NOW- i tend to go apeshit w/ ocs) his personality tbh is kinda 🧍i dont know actually- the closest i can get is like a chill dude that likes to do the least work possible but if forced to he will be pretty cruel? im not sure on him yet but he’s fun..

also here are picrews (bc i cant draw for shit im so sorry) of them w/ the order being the same as how i mentioned them

[cha0tician]

i think it's going to be edge the dragon screws over for rey bc rey can be like what the fuck did you DO??? we're not like eddie. we're not like christian. i told him i would never betray him like this and youve disrespected me him and this title [us maybe??]. go to hell. get off my brand or i will kill you.

which of course, the dragon thought he was helping the only friend he had after being kicked from eddie's. entourage. ? [it was kind of just eddie and chavo jr at the time but i imagine the dragon was tagging along and having fun but stopped being useful and eddie was big mad that chavo sr was giving him more attention at the time. or something.]

so rey saved him from being unmasked and then goes on to try and teach him that hey maybe let's win honestly sometimes!! please stop trying to maim people!! just to realize the dragon is Not going to change, by having reys actual best friend nearly get his gorged out mid match and concussed and battered and bloody while the ref is down and..... no, reys patience has limits and he pushes for the dragon to be sent to raw instead [which he ends up on, probably less rey and more the next draft]

and on raw he meets someone who fights just as dirty as he does and is being backed into a corner by bischoff and oh good his old rival batista [their beef was never aired nor disclosed. it's simply on sight. no one knows why and i don't either. might have trained together. might have both been in wxw for a moment. maybe one stole the other's car. really up in the air as to which has the most comedic potential] is up for a beating

ultimo dragon sadly is in the nether realm for this. sorry man we can't have both bronze and ultimo dragons on the same show. we'll call you later.

[selfcontainedunivcrse]

VWOOP can you tell me about serens story 👀

HI I would love to tell you about my little guy…

So. First of all, he is from minecraft :3. He is very meta about Minecraft, bc well. I like this sort of a framing :]. And uses a lot of headcanons about the Minecraft multiverse and servers and how the game is structured. Out of universe, this kind of translates to being a wannabe modder. 

He goes through three stages of life basically. He hangs out around a traditional server that devolves into violent conflict, in the way that servers sometimes do. Enough horrors happen that he just escapes. He does not identify a life before this. I don’t have a full cast for here yet but he does know a foil to himself named Requiem, and a meek redstoner with a mech-type. It’s supposed to be like a mid-sized SMP, and I think he held some sort of power before it devolved into The Horrors. (The supporting characters don’t come up again to him, though Req exists sort of like . As an allegory to him. In my brain.)

So, he dips. Without knowing what else to do, he becomes an adventurer traveling from server to server. Mechanically like a Wandering Trader. I have a servers in general headcanon that most servers can be left either though proper server navigation via communicator/portals/what have you, or you can walk far enough with the intention to leave and then end up in the realm of singleplayer and LAN worlds. You can return to your own singleplayer world/s easily through VIbes, but finding the same small servers/LAN worlds over and over on foot is difficult. He is primarily traveling on foot. He passes through a lot of servers and does not like what he sees at all, a lot of them devolving into similar senseless violence that happened to himself and his friends. He’s especially bothered by roleplay canonicity that goes beyond the regular mechanics Of Minecraft, like death/ghosts or giving power to random things in the world (like the Crimson Egg, HC Big Moon, stuff like that). He tries to learn more about the world through his adventuring, going beyond just being a trader of sorts to go on an Uncovering Secrets of the Universe quest. He starts to follow the research of other people who’ve done so, and basically ends up in modded minecraft.

It’s worth noting that at this point in his life, he’s also a smug little fool. He’s into the glory and the adrenaline of adventuring. He wants to go dungeoncrawling and almost die. This is fun and epic and he’s showing off.

Notably, in his modded adventurers, he picks up a questionably-implemented little creature. It’s some sort of unofficial cobblemon expansion with more Minecraft themed forms, like Nether and End themed. It’s incredibly experimental and he’d never come across worlds with it again. He names an ender wooper Vwoop and they’re his little companion, because adventuring is nice, but sort of lonely, and you can bucket them like an axolotl so its convenient. One day they start talking. He does not know enough about cobblemon to dispute this, but it can hold a weapon, so they’re adventuring partners now…?

And adventuring partners they are. They’re having a nice time. They’re some of the adventurers ever, even. Seren does the heavy lifting, but Vwoop is also here. Seren is forming new hypothesises about the world based on what he’s seeing. He’s come to some conclusions about the will of players shaping the world. (Vwoop asserts this isn’t that bad of a thing – he started talking to Vwoop like a person, and Vwoop became a person, in the style of mob NPCs/kids. Is that so bad?). Regardless, they are out here having a generally nice time. Showing off. Discovering things, pawning off rare items, having near-death experiences. Seren’s not afraid of his near-death experiences, he’s a confident respawner, but he is a bit nervous for Vwoop, considering they ARE just some creature.

Until he gets his own canon horrors! They’re exploring. They come across a dungeon. Cion lives here, and is NOT a fan of adventurers who believe that they can just do whatever they want. He was hibernating. Cion is significantly OP at this state in time, as he is actively cheating, and attacks the two. He’s easy on Vwoop, since they seem just to be going along with Seren, but leave Seren with a pretty bad withered scar on his shoulder where Cion claws him. You are not supposed to get scars in Minecraft. Seren dislikes this wholeheartedly. He respawns later on (Cion lets them go, he just wants to make a point) and it is still there. 

Seren writes this off as a skill issue. He got scared and let getting hurt mean something to him. He would not do it again. He solidifies his conspiracy theory of canonicity. He doesn’t have any real desire to settle down, so it’s not hard to try to keep his identity insular and not really latch on to anything hard enough that it would impact him. And this is his adventurer arc.

Somehow, Vwoop gets isekaid. I. I don’t know this part. I think Cion is involved again, but it’s not necessarily purposeful. Regardless, they are separated, and nobody likes this. Seren gets his emo arc. He tries to use what he’s learned about modding, and how some people were able to alter the universe, to somehow translate this to necromancy. To bring back his little guy. To do this he also settles down into a very small LAN world, and essentially gets super depressed. 

He is not very good at necromancy. (Vwoop is, also, not even dead! He doesn’t know this though). Instead, he creates another creature, which he also calls Vwoop. As it’s sort of a clone, he just presumes that it has memory loss for the first little while. He was also wholeheartedly not intending to be a parent. He doesn’t know how to be a parent. Honestly I’m not entirely sure how to title their relationship ooc, Vwoop considers him to be its sibling and Seren does not label it at all. However, he does have to raise it, because it has fully not seen the world before. And he does so very poorly. They live above a small shop set up for other travelers and trade modded items that he’d collected in his adventuring days, which he considers to be over. Instead he spends his time doing totally ethical science to try to crack modding, getting very into the idea of being able to control the physical world himself. Especially as his paranoia of the horrors of self-destructing server communities grow. He wants to be more than just a player and not be subject to such things. Enforcing his belief is proximity to the aforementioned cheater, Cion, as they basically become neighbours, and this kind of spirals.

They stay in a small community mostly comprised of people coming and going, and also Cion, much to Seren’s displeasure. Cion enjoys poking around in his personal life. Seren’s not doing great. He can muster customer service, and that’s pretty much it. Vwoop is increasingly aware about the nature of its existence, how depressed Seren is that it’s not *the* Vwoop, and also that it longs to explore for itself. While he trades modded items, it trades books, collecting accounts of other players’ experiences and stories and mythologies about other worlds. This drives them further apart, because it absolutely embodies Seren’s fears about the corrosiveness of servers. Eventually things come to a head with Vwoop figuring out more and more of his totally ethical science, and other creatures that he’s made and disposed of in the process of trying to perfect Vwoop. Eventually it makes the decision that it needs to live for itself, after they get into a fight (a physical one, on account of... Vwoop.). So it leaves quietly one night. (... after stealing his identity. It swipes his communicator on the way out.)

He does not know what to do now.

[mycelium-bf]

im stoned and having a lot of thoughts <3

[cdroloisms]

heyo :D been super busy in college and a little (very) creatively blocked - i have a couple big projects im really hoping to finish soon so i can noodle around a bit more both here and on twt. until then, have this really messy one shot that maybe makes sense, i think. if you squint and try not to think too hard about the premise. it’s also kinda really ooc, whoops. 

tws: pretty heavy suicide warning, mentions of torture, abuse, and violence. lots of really fucked up coping mechanisms and patterns of thinking bc c!dream is you know, Like That. 

it starts like this: the Plan fails on a wednesday.

he thinks, in the brief moment of clarity that results, that maybe he expected it to be louder. he thinks there should be explosions, screaming, the world cracking under his feet like the bedrock has shattered and now everything is falling into empty void. that doesn’t happen, because of course it doesn’t. instead, there’s something like silence but not quite, something like quiet but not enough (not since the sound of bubbling lava and dripping not-water and the haunted calls of trapped guardians wormed their ways into his skull) - punz looks at him, eyes blue, and dream doesn’t quite know what happens except that his hands are one block away from completing a nether portal frame and he looks at the tendons of them gripped around a block of obsidian and only dully feels something in his chest give. 

“dream?” 

it’s not a physical thing, but the ache fully punches the air out of him all the same - he’s used to these ghosts of pain, now, but it doesn’t make them hurt any less. he chokes on thin air and never places the obsidian, staring at his hands and his ragged nails and the boniness of his knuckles and all he can really think is - oh, they’ve changed. 

oh- he’s forgotten what they were like, before. 

and it’s this, more than anything, that has him dropping the obsidian to the floor with shaky hands (always trembling, because somehow even with health pots that have left his skin and muscle and bone shiny and new and perfect he thinks his nerves have twisted in on themselves in a way that haven’t quite been pulled straight, that rebel against him still) and there’s no mistaking the concern in punz’s eyes, now, even if dream’s gaze only lingers on them for a second before drifting to his hair - it’s longer than it used to be. it’s changed. they’ve changed. 

“hey, dream,” punz waves their hand in front of his eyes, “you there?” 

he’s changed. the world has changed. and he’ll light the portal and they’ll all come because he’s planned it, because he’s run this plan through his head so many times that he knows the feel of it pressed against the gaps of his teeth, because he’s threaded it through the broken chips of his arm bones he’d scraped off the cell floor and written it on his ribs when an axe split his abdomen in two and he could see the lines of them through the blood spilling onto the ground, and it doesn’t matter. it doesn’t matter, because they’ve changed and dream reaches for one of the memories that had always kept him going and alyssa’s face is just a smudge smeared against the sun and george’s voice is a warble he can’t quite make out and he doesn’t know whose laugh it is coming from behind him, and oh fuck, he doesn’t remember what month it’d been when they entered this world and he doesn’t remember when he got the scar he’s staring at on the third knuckle of his left hand and- 

and-

“punz?” dream’s voice trembles before he even realizes he’s speaking at all, looking through the unlit portal to the planes of a meadow still untouched by player hands, the windswept grasses in the middle of nowhere in a shapeless formless spot in the map of his memories that he’ll visit and leave and forget because none of these places mean anything to him- something snaps in his chest, petulant like a child, and he only manages to grab ahold of it by the teeth before it leaves his lungs in a ragged scream. punz is looking at him, eyes wide and worried, but dream can’t look at them, not when he’s like this, not when there’s something empty and terrible opening wider and wanting in the space where the Plan had always stood sure, not when he looks at his world and doesn’t recognize it at all. “i- i gotta go.” 

and he runs.

—

the world ends on a wednesday, but no one knows that yet. instead, a crowd of people arrive at some random portal leading to a meadow that none of them recognize, some circles of trampled grasses the only evidence that anyone’s been around there at all. punz chases after dream for a while, but even like this there’s no quite catching him when he wants to get away so it’s not long before they are forced to give up as well, and the world is ending and nobody knows it and dream is running through a forest when he suddenly realizes he has no idea where to go. 

his notebook is empty of next steps, backup plans. the community to-do list has long meant nothing to him and to everyone. there are no paths here, nothing he recognizes, just the ever increasing weight of the sky as it falls and his skull caving in and his lungs still lacking the air they need - he tries to listen for threats but can’t make anything out past his heartbeat thundering in his ears. he thinks he might be losing his mind. 

maybe he should. maybe it’d be easier. 

he doesn’t know what really sparked it. the realization had been so sudden, so jarring - almost divine, but he’s never been one to put too much weight in the supernatural. maybe it had been something building up, subconscious, a dam that had finally broken at the sight of the end so close and yet impossibly far. maybe it really had been that quick, lightning fast connections happening before he realized what he was thinking at all. he’s not sure. a part of him balks at the uncertainty, the unpredictability threatening to pull him under - mostly, he wants to go back, but he knows that it’s futile even before he starts. he might be much more uncomfortably adept at denying what he doesn’t want to see than he’d originally thought, but even he can’t keep running from something this obvious. this certain. 

the plan is solid, still. he knows he could go back to that meadow and say every word he’s prepared to say for a year and then some and everything will still go accordingly, just like they had in the vault, just as they eventually had in the prison. he is not sloppy - he knows, all too well, the price to pay for his carelessness. it will work.  

only - somehow - he’s managed to miss something simple. immutable. the bedrock beneath the dirt and stone and deepslate, underneath mountains and oceans and countries made, countries fallen. the foundation of this world and all they've built on it, what little that rings true between biases and propaganda and outright lies - and he’s missed it. the forest clears, trees becoming more sparse, and he skids past a row of spruce to look up at the crown of a range of mountains stretching towards the sky, taller than any he’d ever seen before pandora, and his throat goes tight.

the world has changed. somehow, only now does he realize exactly what that means. 

—

for once, he doesn’t think about what comes next.

he’s gotten so used to weighing the results of every action, to contingencies and backups and still more cards kept close to his chest just-in-case, cataloging what he knows and what he’s supposed to know and what he lets people think he might suspect, the masks he shuffles through as easy as breathing to be whoever he needs to be. even when he was forced to work on the fly, he never let himself lose sight of his goals - short-term and beyond. now, there is nothing but emptiness when he dares stretch his sights a step further, a hungry, roiling thing that makes his stomach turn. he doesn’t think about it.

he doesn’t think about much, and yet his mind moves far too much, far too fast - he blinks, and the sun has gone down, blinks again and it’s midday. he’s terrified by the time he’s losing but at the same time can’t really bring himself to care - he’s gone through the motions long enough to keep himself alive, even running on fumes like this. for as much as things didn’t go to plan in the prison, one could hardly say he didn’t learn from it. the notebook he’s kept on him for so long goes untouched, but he can’t get rid of it either - every time he thinks about how he doesn’t need it anymore, he feels a little more of himself give way. 

at one point, he retraces his steps back to a building he hasn’t seen in ages, a base that lasted him and punz all of a week or so for them to do what they needed. he swallows thickly and finds a few old books, still blank, from the chests - revives vikkstar and lazarbeam, mostly because he has no damn idea what else to do. the world is ending. what is it to him, to have two more people that hate his guts? 

he’s not a total idiot, so he makes sure to beat them around a bit, remind them not to squeal about him or punz - not that it matters, much, considering how far out they are. they don’t seem very eager to get back to the mainland and dream hardly cares about what threats they could possibly pose - it’s not like he can’t dispatch them if he needs. he leaves them to their own devices with a bucket of lava and an empty book, settling somewhere else with no one else around to stare into the sky. 

“hello,” and dream rolls his eyes, glaring at the deity that cocks its head at him, face still an eerie replica of dream’s own. it smiles widely, twirling in the air with a huge pair of white wings that dream recognizes, distantly, as being new. “what do you want?” 

dream shrugs. for once, he doesn’t have an answer.

“you had a plan,” the deity hums, otherworldly, and dream snaps.

“had. not anymore.”

the deity sighs, shakes its head. it almost looks like it’s pouting. “really? aww. i thought you’d be fun.” 

dream’s lip curls. “is that what you care about?” 

“well, of course! you mortals can be so- entertaining.” it smiles at the last word, all teeth, and dream doesn’t bother holding back his scoff. 

“it wasn’t about entertainment,” dream bristles, the comment stinging far more than it should - behind his eyelids, he sees the dazzling lights of las nevadas, glitz and glamor and nothing underneath - sees the theatre always snaking underneath wilbur’s words, the performance he hadn’t let go of even when he died in the flames of his country burning from his own hand. it wasn’t about entertainment because dream had never tied himself to something so meaningless, because even in the tight smiles and tighter masks that had governed him through half-truths and complete lies and the set and stage of a finale that was never truly final, it had never been about pleasure. 

the deity waves to the side, dismissive. “eh. doesn’t matter to me.” 

dream opens his mouth, lets it shut with a click. he’d told sam, maybe lying and maybe not, that evil was about doing terrible things for no reason - and it’s not like he cares about evil, not in the way that people here like to think they do, not in the way that let them damn him to death and damn him to that cell and damn him to hell in the name of justice as if they had any goddamn right - but still, the memory makes him falter, stumble. 

he had reasons, he’d told sam that day, and he did. the ends justified the means just as it always had - until the ends were impossible. until the ends were always impossible, until he’d realized just about two years too late that he’d staked his claim on something long gone, went all-in on a dog buried six feet underground. 

he laughs, wheezy and cracking and out of breath. maybe he’s more like sam than he thought.

the deity leaves. dream thinks it said something else, but the memories fall away like said through his fingers - it doesn’t matter. none of this fucking matters anymore. he thinks that maybe it should be a comfort, maybe it should leave him angry - instead, he curls into himself in the middle of fuck-knows-where and feels nothing at all.

—

of all people, of course it’s techno who finds him. 

he says as such when he sees him, words muffled through his mask because he’s not bothering with speaking loud enough to be heard clearly - techno stands across from him, a few feet away, and dream is about to ask him why he’s looking at him like he’s grown a second head before he remembers how he was holding a sword to his own neck before techno stumbled on him.

his fist tightens, and the metal is cold against his neck. 

“bruh,” techno looks at him, then over his shoulder. “you’re literally right next to my house.” 

dream blinks - sure enough, when he looks to the side, he can make out the beacon that marks the location of the arctic commune, bright against the evening sky. huh. he hadn’t realized how close he’d ended up to spawn. 

“oh.”

“so, teletubby,” techo ribs immediately and making dream roll his eyes with familiar irritation, “you want to tell me why this random dude in a hoodie started bangin’ on my door yesterday screaming about you?” 

the comment is actually enough to throw him off guard; he takes a moment to realize what techno’s talking about, another for panic to swell up in his lungs and choke him.

“punz?” he says, voice pitching higher than he means - he forces himself to settle, play things off. he’s not really sure if he succeeds. “what- why would they come here- what do you mean he was talking about me?” 

it’s fine. techno’s an ally- at the very least, he’s not sam. he’s not quackity. out of everyone, better techno than just about the entire server - it’s not like punz has been the only one that’s been careless, over the last few days. techno’s expression is strangely serious, and he tells himself to breathe. 

“i dunno,” techno says, finally. “i thought you’d be able to tell me.” 

“i-” dream shakes his head. “tell you about what? you haven’t even told me what they said.” 

“i told you. they were talking about you.” techno looks him up and down, expression tightening. “about how you were freakin’ out. looks like he was right.” 

dream hisses- “im not freaking out,” wincing as the movement makes his sword dig in more than he wanted. fuck. 

“how about you put the sword down and then we talk?” 

dream huffs. “this- it’s not about freaking out. it’s not- it’s not like that.”

“dude, i know what your ‘freak outs’ look like, and they’re literally exactly like this. come on bro, my retention is going to take such a hit.” techno shakes his head, almost sounding bored- dream wants to snipe back at him about how techno is one to talk considering how his whole deal is cracking stupid jokes with Chat at the worst times possible, deciding against it when he figures that it’ll just make him look even more like he’s having a- like, panic attack or whatever it is techno’s thinking. which is wrong, by the way. he’s perfectly calm. he’s never been calmer in his life.

“they made it through sitting in a box for three months. i think they’ll be fine.” 

“true, true,” techno shrugs. “still, im probably going to get demonetized for this.”

“im so sorry about your ad revenue.” 

“i’m just sayin’ dude. you know, friends are supposed to care about this kinda thing.” 

“guess it’s a good thing i’m not your friend, then,” dream snarks, looking away, and techno sigh comes slow and heavy a few moments later.

“guess so.”

dream doesn’t look up at him again, stares at where his boots have sunken into the snow, toes long numbed from how long he’s stood here. his footsteps form a crooked line over the tundra’s hills and he follows them with his eyes, wanting to take his thumb and press it to the snow filling his vision and smudge all the imperfections away. his arm aches from holding the sword up for so long, but he doesn’t want to put it down - not now, and not in front of techno. that feels far too much like admitting defeat.

honestly, he hadn’t planned on holding it up for very long at it all - it’s not like he doesn’t know how easy it’d be to slit his own neck. 

“so.” techno shuffles a little closer to him, and dream jerks back. “what’s it, this time?” 

“i have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

techno inclines his head. “isn’t that usually what this is about? provin’ something?” his head tips to the side. “the lava and whatever, too. you do remember that i was with you for three months, right?” 

dream’s jaw tightens. “are you seriously- is this therapy? are you trying to psychoanalyze me right now?” 

techno snorts. “i mean, you need it.” 

“thanks for reminding me. again.” 

“can’t blame a guy for tryin’,” techno shrugs again, grinning at dream like they’re sharing a joke, and it stings. he doesn’t know why. 

“i’m not- i’m not proving anything,” the fight leaves his lungs in a rush of air, the truth of it ice at the back of his throat. “not much to prove, anymore.” 

“really?” techno looks at him from the side of his eyes. 

“not anymore,” dream repeats, shaking his head. clouds claw across the sky when he looks up, dark along the horizon with an approaching storm. he’s not going to see it arrive. he’s not going to see much more at all. 

dream slants a look at techno, grip tightening further on his sword. honestly, he’s not the worst company for a dead man walking. 

dream opens his mouth to speak, but techno blurs into motion before he can get a word out - stilling in panic, he doesn’t even manage a scream before a hand has reached out, whip-quick, and grabbed onto his wrist. he twists away, brain finally kicking into gear, but techno had caught him by surprise and he’s rusty anyway so despite his best efforts, his sword ends up held tightly in techno’s hand. dream narrows his eyes, steadying his stance, watching as techno lets the sword slip into his inventory and meets him with a level gaze of his own. there’s a flash of light bouncing off of something in his opposite hand, and it takes a moment for dream to recognize it as a regen pot. 

“sorry bro, uh you know youtube terms of service? they just updated and your whole thing was absolutely going to get me flagged.” techno drones on, completely unbothered, and there is something hysterical and writhing and alive caged within dream’s ribs. “you know how it is.” 

“i think i understood about half of what you just said.” 

“see? Chat, this guy gets it, don’t worry.” techno waves at him again and dream is honestly a little too confused to even snap at him, wonders for a second if that was the whole point. “listen, there’s a blizzard comin’ and i’d be a terrible host if i left a homeless dude out here in this weather. let’s finish this up back at my place.” 

dream shakes his head, arms tight across his chest. “i’m not going.” 

“bro-”

“i’m not,” dream hisses, trying not to think about how much he sounds like a child throwing a tantrum. “it’s pointless, alright? i fucked up. i fucked up and i didn’t fucking notice because i’m an idiot, because i made this whole fucking plan and never realized that it was pointless. the vault, the prison- it was all pointless. it’s gone. it’s-” he chokes on the words, fury and grief battering against the inside of his skull. “it’s gone.”

“uh,” techno stares at him, and dream’s face burns hotter. “what’s gone?” 

“the-” dream stutters, struggles to find the words; golden, sun-stained days, quiet evenings rattle around his brain, memories knocked loose with no plan to anchor them. “the server. everything that was good about this damn place- the way it used to be. before-” before l’manburg, before the deaths, before the prison. “it’s all different. there’s nothing left.” 

techno doesn’t reply for a long while, and dream falls silent too - he hadn’t meant to say all that. it doesn’t matter. he might as well tell techno the whole damn plan, at this point. it’s not like it’ll mean anything anymore. 

faintly, he realizes that he’s started shivering. 

“alright.” techno swivels around to look at him, cloak fluttering behind him from the wind that’s begun to sweep over the tundra as the storm creeps closer. “so, what now?” 

dream balks. 

“what do you mean, what now?”

“well, it looks like you don’t have anything to do anymore. you know that just because i said you were homeless once doesn’t mean that you have to be homeless forever, right?” 

dream’s jaw snaps shut. “i have a base.” 

“uh-huh,” techno doesn’t look particularly convinced. “does it go to another school?” 

“oh- oh my god,” dream huffs in exasperation. “you’re so annoying.” 

“seriously, dream. if you need a place to stay,” techno’s voice trails off, head tipping in the direction of the beacon’s glow. “we have some room, you know. real estate is pretty tight these days.”

“what, not even going to make me pay rent?” dream snarks, and techno laughs. 

“nah. not really my thing.” 

“whatever. i told you, i have a house. i don’t need another base for people to bomb,” dream snorts, short and without much humor. “s’not like there’s a point.”

“you’re uh. really focused on this whole ‘point’ thing, huh.”

dream rolls his eyes. “and what’s that supposed to mean, mr. no-government?” 

“dude. you know you can like. just chill for a bit, right.” techno waves in the direction of his house again. “like, just because i’m an anarchist doesn’t mean that i spend all my time planning for war. you can do other things you know - like build a base.” 

“when will you shut up about this base thing?” 

“honestly, probably never. Chat loves it.” 

“joy. i’m glad the voices inside your head love my misery.” 

“you win some, you lose some.” 

dream sighs, looking out into the distance. honestly, he’s not really sure what he wants anymore; he’s cold, he’s tired, he’s hungry. he’s probably gone a couple days without eating or sleeping again - he has a bad habit of doing that now, with the amount of time he ends up losing. it’s late, the blizzard is near, and techno’s still got his sword- which, what the fuck man. not cool. 

“if i come over until the storm ends, will you give back my sword?” 

techno hedges. “well…”

“techno.”

“you know, you technically owe me a sword-”

“and you technically owe me a favor, remember? because i used the revive book on ranboo?” 

“details, details.” 

“come on, techno.” dream repeats, trying not to feel like he’s pleading, and techno laughs. 

“sure, nerd. let’s get outta here- maybe you can get the other guy to stop ranting” 

“the other guy- wait. punz is still here?”

“oh yeah, them. yeah he’s still around, been causing a real ruckus.” techno shrugs. “don’t worry about it- we’re used to the noise.” 

dream sputters, following the red of techno’s cape as they head towards the commune. honestly, this is feeling more like a bad idea by the minute, but it’s not like he’s got anywhere else to go - he picks up to the pace to catch up, crinkling his nose at the stiffness of his legs. 

the sun’s gone down. dream catches sight of the moon, worries his lip between his teeth; he’s not sure how many days have passed since the Plan crashed and burned and he fell down with it. 

“hey, techno- what day of the week is it?” 

“uh- sunday, i think?” techno looks over at him from over his shoulder. “going to be monday, soon, if we don’t hurry up.” 

“oh,” dream nods, weighing the days in his head as they start moving a little faster. four days, then - maybe closer to five. the world ended on wednesday - his world died, long before - but the sun still rises, still falls. he’s spent so long preparing himself for the apocalypse; for the first time, dream allows himself to think about the aftermath. dream’s fist tightens at the sight of the axe still in his inventory, but another breath has it loosening at his side. 

the Plan fails on a wednesday. maybe tomorrow, he’ll turn the page and write something new. 

[cameraflowers]

My personal favorite Non Human Headcanons for Hermitcraft Members and my reasons Why

bdouble0100 - Glare hybrid

Mossy boi

Hates caving

Best sleep schedule on the server

Cubfan135 - Vex Hybrid

ConVex

Genuinely that’s the main reason

Also the way he laughs when pulling of chaos? Perfection

DocM77 - Creeper centaur/Ram hybrid (+Cyborg)

I mean this one is just basically canon

I also just like the idea of keeping Creeper’s 4 legs

Hermits ride on his back constantly because they love him and he stronk

EthoSlab - Human a bit to the left

Is he human? Is he a cryptid? No one on the server really knows

He has a tendency to just appear

Maybe he just really is a Kakashi kinnie tho

FalseSymmetry - eagle avian

I’m a big fan of wings

And we’ve had Eagle themes two seasons now

GeminiTay - Reindeer hybrid

Antlers YesYes

GoodTimesWithScar - Vex Hybrid

ConVex pt 2 the electric boogaloo

Tbh I followed Vex!Scar before Vex!Cub

But they’re such a duo

Love it sm

Grian - Parrot avian/Watcher

I mean…Duh

IJevin - Slime hybrid

This one is also just technically canon

Just one wacky slimy dude

Joe Hills - just a dude a bit to the right

No one can confirm anything

But it’s just off enough where people think so

Somehow he’s gotten those outside of the server to think he’s the most normal

But everyone on the server knows that’s a lie

He’s just as chaotic as the rest of them, just goes about it a little different

Grian never will forget the Lava logged base of s6

Keralis - Eldritch Void Being

I just think it’s funny

I’ve seen it around a few times and I love it

He just looks like a little fella but in reality Papa K could absolutely rip apart any threat to his family

Mumbo Jumbo - Human a bit to the left

S6-8

I can’t bring myself to say full shape shifter because he’s got no control over it

But mans can have his mustache removed then smack his face against it and have it reattached.

He literally sold off his appearance in s7 because he needed diamonds

S8 tempts me to add in half Watcher bc Grian Soul Consumption, but truly only on occasion

Pearlescentmoon - Lunar Moth hybrid/Watcher

Moth!Pearl my beloved

Also me slapping Watcher/Listener lore on Evo members? Yes

Rendog - wolf hybrid/werewolf

He do be the diggity dog

Previously existing Wolf genes mixed with gained lycanthropy

Fantastic to the mind

Stressmonster101 - fae

She may or may not steal her friends names

But she certainly does pester her friends /affectionate

She feels like the type of person to steal things and only give them back after cute shiny gifts tbh

TangoTek - netherbased Dragon

I saw exactly one person write dragon!Tango and it’s been my brain rot ever since

Sure the nether doesn’t actually have fire dragons

But I love it

TinFoilChef - Herobrine

Literally just the man the myth the legend himself

The idea of this well known Minecraft cryptid joining the Hermits, liking them and sticking around is very endearing to me

Years of haunting servers and players being terrified when he popped up

To finding a group that adore seeing him when he emerges from his strip mines

XisumaVoid - Void Walker

Now this is a common one and I love it

Especially with the tag along of Void Eldritch Keralis

Xisuma the voidwalker admin who could survive the void if he chose to, but often doesn’t to keep an even playing field with his players

Love it

Zedaph - sheep hybrid

I’ve seen the fan arts

I love the fan arts

I’m a DSMP main at heart, give me Ram/sheep hybrids and I eat that up every time

ZombieCleo - Zombie

Also just canon

Sentient Zombie teacher who can scold grown men into actually sounding sorry? Chefs kiss

To any Hermits not on the list, I either straight up view them as “Just a dude” or I don’t know them well enough for the brain to assign them a hybrid/being. I was going down a real list of Hermit members so I promise they weren’t just forgotten 😂

Absolutely no one asked for this post but I provide it anyways because I was thinking about it, and also Lowkey wanted to write it out so I could remember it too lmao