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uselessthebroccoli · 10 months
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I am not sorry
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moriiartist · 2 years
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Happy Father’s Day to all the dads that Doc has kissed!
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astronomodome · 2 months
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screenietv-crafts · 2 years
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C!Doc is so so so interesting and nobody talks about it. Hes a supervillain. Hes a sweetheart. Hes a badass. Hes a dork. He looks cool as hell. He wears crocs. He builds world eaters. He built a little tomato garden and he talks about it with the same amount of passion as he does the world eater. He hates hippies. He was roommates with a hippie in between seasons. He knows how to use alien technology. He wiped a few hermits memories once. Hes divorced from Bdubs. He killed N*tch. He killed a god. Same god took his arm. Hes full of hubris. Everyone is too scared to stop him.
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starglowwos · 5 months
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martyn: [goes up to the evoker "fortune teller" in scarland] martyn: tell me my fortune evoker: [evoker fangs] jimmy: OH! scar: [quiet laughing] martyn: [turns around to look at jimmy & co] vexes: [spawns] martyn: [turns back around to look at the evoker and now vexes] vexes: [kills martyn immediately] jimmy: martyn-? maRTY— InTheLittleWood was slain by Vex martyn: [laughs a bit] [respawns] false: —commentary [laughs a bit] martyn: hello! doc: wait, what? martyn: scarland's dangerous, never go there skizz: you just died? skizz & doc: [laughs] martyn: yeah. scarland's the worst doc: there's vexes in scarland, right, right martyn: i went to a fortune teller and it said, "ohh i can see in my crystal balll, death." skizz & doc: [laughs] martyn: so.
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greenix · 1 year
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hermits in my class notes pt 2 featuring my incredible rendoc brainrot and a first try at drawing pearl, cleo and impulse
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also. vote cleo
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hmshermitcraft · 1 year
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Ren is frustrated, he's been trying to flirt with Doc for ages, but that darn goat seems to never really respond to anything, is he just dense? Ren thought he was being clear as day with his intentions.
Doc on the other hand, has been responding, but Ren never seems to actually accept his gifts, it's a traditional creeper thing, to give someone you like plants, just the useful ones, like swertberries, and medicinal ones, to keep them safe, it could be that Ren doesnt know about it, but with the amount of times he's seem his gifts in the garbage? Maybe not, maybe he's being rejected, he doesnt know and he's really confused.
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Ren feels terrible about forgetting so many of the gifts. He just gets so into building and by the time he remembers, the damn things have already gone off or wilted. Can't make a jam from rotten berries, can you? He's started using the natural ones in compost though - so hopefully Doc can use them again for gardening!
Doc doesn't mean to avoid Ren's invitations as often as he does. He just gets so engrossed in a project that by the time he sees the message from Ren several hours have already passed! By then, it's often too late to hang out. And Doc would still really like to finish his work whilst it's on his mind.
Once they realise where their miscommunication lies they... Realise they're both idiots. At least they're made for each other - both so engrossed in their passions they don't see what's right in front of them!
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give-grian-rights · 1 year
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btw for trans Doc enjoyers he absolutely did his own top surgery. you know he did. look at him and tell me he wouldn't. i think all mad scientist characters would, actually.
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shepard-ram · 2 years
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The Creeper and The Creeper Whisperer [Docm77 x Reader]
Fluff, Request: Doesn’t have to b a req if u don’t want but imagine doc x a reader who is like somehow really friendly to hostile mobs and despite not being a creeper hybrid they are really chill w creepers and stop ppl from killing them and stuff and he’s like “oh em gosh??? Someone who doesn’t hate my kind???” Or sum
This may not 100% fit what you asked but I adore the idea of reader just being a creeper magnet and somehow cuddling up with the things completely safely so I kind of went with those vibes rather than a normal dude who just doesn't kill them. Sorry if that's not what you wanted but brainrot be rotting the brain
Tw. Death mention? Once I think, nothing happens (especially bc respawn mechanics are a thing) but the boom booms are dangerous and that is pointed out. Also sorry if this a bit directionless but I just wanted to get something out.
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You were a funny little phenomenon. On most fronts you were a fairly average person. Your skills in both architecture and redstone were much more than praise worthy, but other than that you didn't have much to you at first glance. Except for one interesting quirk.
Creepers were universally recognized and feared bundles of eventual destruction. The cause of many lost lives, items, and chunks of wall. Yet, you adored the walking bombs.
It's a mystery why they were so passive towards you, but it felt like every single one returned your feelings. Your life from childhood was dotted with the unusual memories of them being unusually friendly. From feeding those still left from the previous night to patching up the scratched up ones you'd find in the forest or while mining. You were kind to them and they never posed a threat to you.
You had a similarly symbiotic relationship with other hostile creatures, but it wasn't exactly the same. It was only creepers that actually bonded over to you with (metaphoricaly) open arms, but you would still take care of a stray enderman or skeleton if you came across one.
That's probably why you ran a mob sanctuary out of your base. It was your first season with the hermits, and to be frank- you were overwhelmed as all hell. They were a fun lot and you knew your skills could stand their own here. However, between all the acclimating, socializing, manual labor you've been pulling your mind and body were left in desperate need of some less physically and mentally strenuous work.
The sanctuary was your pride and joy. You had a wealth of knowledge on how to care for all of them and the means to give them a place to stay to match.
It was practically a massive zoo enclosure, walls made to look as natural as possible, shallow artificial rivers, trees you had built yourself, all completed with a faux cave area harder to reach and nearly impossible to see from the outskirts of the area.
Whenever your current projects got too taxing, or you happened to stumble across an injured mob, you would spend days at a time looking after the ever-revolving cast of inhabitants of the sanctuary. Some you planed to keep, (mostly the weaker and/or younger creepers who especially imprinted on you) others you set free once they were sufficiently healthy.
It was a place of peace for you as much as they were for your patients. You welcomed the other hermits to visit when they showed interest. On the condition that they don't hurt any of the mobs. Predictably, when they realized 70% of the population was creepers not many were keen on the offer. It didn't bother you too much, more alone time for you this way.
Doc was one of the first to actually except. In hindsight you shouldn't have been all that surprised that he wouldn't have to worry about all your explosives roaming about. Yet in all your creeper based experiences you haven't met a hybrid before him.
Not that you knew it, but he found you far more fascinating than you found him. A couple of the other hermits suggested he spend some time with you after they payed you their own visits. Always with some look in their eyes that blended amusement, curiosity, and scheming. When you explained your little side business he understood it.
You both were able to find humor in the situation, breaking the ice with jokes of losing him in the crowd and other stupid things of the like. Once that phase had passed you suggested that you sit down and eat the lunch you brought into the sanctuary.
After you both finished eating neither of you moved or talked, silently agreeing to relax a little while longer. He noticed that there was something that felt... just fundamentally correct about the moment. Like a comfortable stillness settled deep in his chest. And like a child running into a landed flock of pigeons, the feeling only fled the more he tried to grab hold.
Still, he attempted to pin it on something. Something. Perhaps like the person sitting a little ways out of arms reach from him. With a dreamy, far-off gaze as you watched the creatures living their lives in safety of your favorite project. As much as he didn't want to stare, the fact that he could see the very spell he was under a moment ago on your face was nearly as captivating as the peacefulness itself.
He found himself visiting you again and again after that day.
By with point you knew Doc enough to see the weight of many sleepless nights on him. You were familiar with his mad scientist shtick and how long and bright those overworking episodes burned.
You knew your probably magic connection to creepers was affecting him to some degree, but frankly you didn't care. If it got him to regularly sit down, eat, and take a nap then it was perfectly moral in your mind.
While you were in thay routine it felt like it could go on forever. It was nice and comfortable, yet it was really just the origin story of your relationship.
It just came naturally. You balanced each other out well. He even got you to loose couple nights of sleep to explain his redstone to you. You may or may not joke that you have since been cursed with "lovecraftian knowledge".
You lost track of when your "hangouts" became "dates" and when every nap consisted of a lot of cuddling. You wouldn't have it any other way, as cheesy as that would sound out loud. You didn't care, you were both happy. That's all either of you need.
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greatbridge · 1 year
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Doc doodles! Messing with his design for the tenth time :Dc
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mine-kins · 6 months
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Hello!!
This is a Minecraft kin help blog (or fictives for systems) + a personal thing of mine!!
Help with whatever you need!
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moriiartist · 2 years
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what music fits the people you write for?
I have a lot of people that I write for, so for this ask I'll just answer for the Hermits :> (hope you don't mind anon!)
Grian... well, it's kind of hard to articulate the vibes that he gives me. Barely restrained chaos in the form of an unassuming Gremlin? Comedic relief that turns out to be the villain all along? The Fall by half●alive
Mumbo Jumbo... he's just a guy! A guy that wouldn't hesitate to murder, and would do it with a cheerful smile on his face, but a guy all the same! He does give me more nostalgic energy- a Walkman whose songs are almost crunchy in quality because of how many times they've been copied over. Chapstick by COIN
Scar... will inevitably scam you out of something. He’s not actually all that malicious, more like a cartoon villain than anything else, but he’s legitimately good at manipulating people. He has a kind of goofy charisma, an ambition for power and an involvement in things- a talent for living that is more often than not underestimated. Mamma Mia by Austin Webber
Xisuma... is a star burning from a million light years away, whose impression upon our worlds is a pinprick of light in the night sky. He’s ever-present, constant and steady... comforting, to some. For all that he is, though- a leader, a protector, a friend- you could never remove the memory of mystery from his being. Overthinker by INZO
Etho... he’s the ghost of the server. He has an undeniable talent for everything he deigns to put his mind to, as well as the time spent to perfect the skills under his belt, but at the same time he’s not in a rush to show them off. Where other people might train their entire lives just to stand before a cheering crowd, he is proving his worth to nobody other than himself. Wasteland, Baby! by Hozier
Tango... is an interesting mix of one of the most tenacious and talented builders in the server, as well as a littol guy who delights in destruction and hijinks. I mean- he built Decked Out, there’s nothing more I can say for this man other than that he has a kind of mental illness (/j) that would make gods weep. Crazy = Genius by Panic! At The Disco
Impulse... can and will convince everyone that he’s human when, in reality, he’s probably one of the furthest things from it. He just... something about him makes him capable of going to lengths few could even dream of, whether it’s grinding materials or moving his entire goddamn base up by a block. He behaves the most “normally” out of most of the Hermits, but he’s really Not. Adventure Is Out There by AJR
Rendog... is a theater kid who was given the ability to fight God and win, plain and simple. He’s dramatic, he’s stubborn with the stories he wants to tell, and he’s filled with a simple zest for life. It’s only an even bigger bonus that he gets to be able to make his friends laugh with the characters he creates, and what more could a dog want, really? Best Friend by Rex Orange County
DocM77... has no qualms about breaking the fabric of reality itself, not because he actually is a villain, but because, to him, it’s a normal Tuesday afternoon. He’s not a mean or a malicious person- hell, he’s really only antagonistic for the bit! It’s just become second nature for him to play the villain because it’s funny, so why stop? Supermassive Black Hole by Muse
Bdubs... he’s feral, he’s climbing on the walls, he’s going to descend into hell only to come back with a smoothie and one of those tropical shirts that dads wear like he was on vacation. He’s both someone that is hard to take seriously, and a cosmic horror that would melt your mind to fully comprehend. He can and has cried during an argument because he has that many Feelings. Under My Skin by Jukebox The Ghost
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smp-ibw · 2 years
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Neffe and his Uncle
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meloncgrcube · 1 year
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Hey everyone!
Long time no chat :)
I have been working on a couple of things on the Wattpad app I wanted to make sure you all weee aware of in case it sparked some interests ;)
Note that I do take requests for the following fandoms! : Dsmp, Harry Potter, Hermitcraft season 6 and Merlin (BBC)
(Hermitcraft is hard to catch up on yk lots of eps and all so yea)
(HIATUS FOR ALL WORKS)
[Ongoing]
[starting up -in the makings-]
Httyd Tommyinnit centric but dsmp
[abandoned-or up for adoption-]
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C!Docm77 is a drag queen I have no proof of that but in my soul I know it's true
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holynootnoot · 4 months
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I N T R O
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mi nombre es night! I use she/they/any
I speak english, spanish, and some portugués
` M A I N C C S `
Spreen carre rubius elmariana goodtimeswithscar docm77 bdubs mumbo grian vegetta777 farfadox willyrex geminitay quackity iroier cellbit nihachu riversgg (theres more but it will take a while)
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×DNI LIST!×
+Twitter users dni unless your not sensitive and as long as you dont talk about drama
+Basic DNI
+haters of goodtimeswithscar (hes so kind how could you)
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-fandoms-
Quackity [espanol]
Karmaland
Tortilla island
Qsmp [mainly espanol]
Hermitcraft
Life series
Empires smp
Marvel
Starwars
Etc (to long)
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Feel free to dm me or talk to me
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