#hermitcraft angst

[teddyjamesro]

Don’t think about how Bdubs goes into this season feeling prepared and confident cuz clocks are His Thing. He always has one with him, why would he need to feel nervous.

Don’t think about how his clock starts moving the other way, counting down. He doesn’t think much about it at first. It’s his clock, it wouldn’t betray him.

Don’t think about how the ticking gets louder and louder as his time runs out. No matter where he looks theres a clock there.

Don’t think about how one night, the ticking gets so loud he throws his clock against the wall, shattering it.

Don’t think about how Cleo and Scar found him. Curled up on the floor, sobbing, broken glass having cut him.

Don’t think about how Bdubs thinks about killing Cleo and Scar, just to make the ticking quieter. He cant bring himself to do it though.

Don’t think about how he locks himself away during the last five hours, because he knows himself too well. He’s going crazy.

Don’t think about how he dies, not because of other people, but because of himself. He hid in a hole for five hours to escape his own maniacism.

Don’t think about, when he gets back to hermitcraft, alone, scared, having gone through hell again and again, he wakes up in his bed. With a clock right there.

Don’t think about how most of the server is confused about his sudden aversion to clocks.

Don’t think about how the other Death Game participants immediately know, and help him through it.

Definitely don’t think about that.

[paradoxlemonade]

Redstone Is A Potion Ingredient

Prompt: HOSPITAL STAY for @badthingshappenbingo

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Steffen Mossner | Docm77 & Xisumavoid

Characters: Steffen Mössner | Docm77, Xisumavoid

Additional Tags: Mentioned ZombieCleo, Hurt Steffen Mössner | Docm77, Steffen Mössner | Docm77-centric, Whump, Bad Things Happen Bingo, Hospitals, Hospitalization, Hurt/Comfort, Sickfic, self blame, inhaling redstone has consequences, Redstone (Minecraft), Angst with a Happy Ending, there's an OC for plot purposes, he's the doctor - Freeform, I need to revisit this concept later

Summary:

Doc learns there are consequences to long-term redstone exposure. He doesn't have a good time, but Xisuma is there for him.

Or: Redstone probably causes an occupational lung disease, wouldn't it?

Redstone, contrary to the odd popular belief, is not toxic. Ingesting it isn't going to hurt anyone--hell, it's a potion ingredient. No, it can be safely eaten or drunk with no adverse consequences, even if it doesn't taste particularly good.

Inhaling it, on the other hand…

(Doc coughed and hacked as the plume of red dust before him billowed in the stagnant, dry air. He waved the hand not holding his lab coat over his face in front of him and staggered backwards away from the wreckage.)

(Doc tripped over a stone and the bulging shulker boxes he carefully had balanced went tumbling in a big heap to the floor. Red fine powder surged up and into the air, tinting his vision red. He scowled and swore and gathered the boxes and lids back up, heedless of the drifting cloud.)

(Doc took a deep breath and wiped his dusty hands off on the front of his shorts. The air was heavy with humidity and powdered redstone. "Ah, I love the smell of a machine coming together.")

Doc didn't think much of it, not in a way that connected. Sure, sometimes he was short of breath or his lungs wheezed on the exhale, but that was just part of getting older, nothing more or less. Surely there was no connection to his lifelong passion.

Surely not.

Read the rest on ao3 HERE!

[thathermitweirdo]

Sibling Issues

Hi everyone! This is a oneshot I wrote over TWO years ago. Kinda crazy, but here we are. I wanna start moving some oneshots over here to tumblr, but if you’d like to read more, check out my Wattpad :)

Anyway, Enjoy!

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Xisuma sat on the edge of his storage tower, just as the sun began to descend over the jungle. The dusty orange glow of the horizon caused the leaves to gleam in the sunset. With the wind brushing through his chestnut hair, the admin took in a deep breath of fresh air. His helmet sat on his lap, allowing X to breathe freely.

Hermitcraft season seven had come to its end. Xisuma had let the hermits head to season eight, while he stayed behind to wrap everything up. The quiet was nice, to take a few moments to enjoy the peacefulness of the empty server. No pranking or firework rockets in the distance, the only sound was the rustling of the leaves that shook with the wind.

Xisuma watched silently as the sun slowly crossed over the horizon, the sky turning dark as the moon began to take its place in the sky. Stars twinkled above, gleaming down on the quiet little server. The admin shut his eyes, feeling the wind against his face, the gentle breeze brushing against his cheeks.

"Alright Xisuma. Enough wasting time. Get back to work." The Brit spoke to himself with a heavy sigh, placing his helmet over his head as he got to his feet.

The admin snapped his fingers together, a purple screen appearing before him. Xisuma typed away at the keyboard, hesitating as his hand hovered over the 'enter' key. This could risk everything that he had worked for. The identity that he had built, the life that he had created from scratch, it all could come crumbling to the ground if something went wrong.

"This needs to be done," Xisuma said to himself, trying to reassure his decision, although he didn't sound saddened or hesitant, even as he continued to speak. "I can't just leave him in the void. I never should have banned him to begin with."

He quickly pressed the 'enter' key on the screen, and within moments, Xisuma had spotted the chat message popping up.

<EvilXisuma joined the game>

Typing in another command, Xisuma hit enter once again, his brother suddenly teleporting right in front of the admin. Ex was stunned at the unfamiliar method of travel, dazed after returning from the void. It had been so long in the silence, the cold, empty, darkness that he had been locked away in.

Ex ripped off his helmet, dropping to his knees as he gasped for fresh air. He had breathed in the air of the void for so long that it burned his lungs to breathe the air of the overworld, but the evil hermit didn't care. It felt so fresh and warm, it was the greatest thing that Ex had felt in months.

He looked up at his brother, Ex still breathing heavily as his eyes flashed with burning hatred. There were deep scars across the Brit's face, much worse than the marks across Xisuma's face. The cuts and slashes were covering the majority of his face.

"Why...why am I here..?" Ex panted, his eyes trailing to the ground, unable to meet the steely glare of his brother. Xisuma smiled.

"I couldn't leave you there."

His brother laughed at that. "Oh, you couldn't leave me there? Well, you took EVERYTHING AWAY FROM ME!" Ex snapped with his eyes looking up from the ground, the fire in his glare quickly burning out as he looked back to the safety of the ground.

"It would have been better if you had just left me there." He muttered underneath his breath, Ex placing his helmet over his head and adjusting it with a scowl across his face.

"I know," Xisuma said, staring down at his helpless brother. "But you also know I couldn't do that."

The two were silent for a couple moments, neither attempting to lock eyes with one another. After what felt like an eternity, Ex finally spoke up.

"W-...what season is it..? Last I remember, I was in season six, then I was suddenly back in the void."

"It's going to be season eight soon enough," Xisuma explained, "we just finished season seven. You and I are currently in my season seven base."

Ex smiled cruelly. "So, you're letting me join season eight?" He asked jokingly, Xisuma letting out a weak chuckle in response, his eyes narrowing.

"You'd tear everything apart. I can't let you do that."

"What? Just because you don't want the hermits to know the truth about you?" Ex asked tauntingly, his tone mocking the admin. Xisuma pulled out his blade, he and his brother locked eyes with one another. Ex grinned at this.

"There he is. There's the Xisuma that I know.." he said with a flat chuckle, Ex's words causing him to be met by the tip of his brother's sword.

"You don't know me at all." Xisuma growled, Ex audibly laughing.

"I know you better than any of the hermits ever could. I know the real you. You, Xisumavoid, are a heartless, cruel, monster. You kill anyone who figures out who you really are, just like how you killed Python and Biffa, along with anyone else who stood in your way."

Xisuma grinned, dragging the sword across his brother's neck. "They were the smart ones. But everyone else is too dense to realize. They all think that I'm just a derp, that I'm just 'good old Xisuma'. And they'll never think any differently of me."

Ex cussed underneath his breath, knowing that it was true. Although, the cussing turned into quiet laughter underneath his breath. The evil hermit smiled at his brother.

"So you're going to kill me? So no one will know?"

Xisuma smiled. "You know me so well, brother."

"Then, let me at least ask one question."

Xisuma thought for a moment, but he slowly nodded in agreement. Ex looked up at the admin, his eyes no longer filled with hatred, but with sorrow.

"Do you regret it? Any of it?” His brother asked earnestly, eyes filled with what seemed to be pleading.

“You stole the life that I was going to have,” He went on. “And you put me in the void while you ran off to join hermitcraft. I could have come along, I could have had something more than this worthless life in the void!”

X rolled his eyes, slightly raising his blade, but his brother persisted and he continued.

Ex stood up and stepped closer, almost taunting his sibling. The pleading gaze changed, shifted to a cold, yet burning determination. “But instead, you discard me while constantly lying to the people you called your friends! You gave me all these scars and made me this way! So tell me, brother, do you regret any of it?! From ruining my life to killing those hermits you called your friends?!"

Xisuma thought for a moment, then slowly, yet reluctantly nodded. "I do. I do regret one thing..." he said, lowering his sword away from his brother's neck.

Ex could barely react as the sword was shoved through his chest, Xisuma's face practically glowing with insane joy as a crazed grin spread across his face. Blood trickled down the netherite blade, dripping off the sword and into a small puddle on the ground.

"I regret not getting rid of you sooner."

Ex chuckled drowsily at that, it was clear he was beginning to lose consciousness. Xisuma pulled his blade out of his brother's chest, causing Ex to fall to the ground. He looked past the admin, looking out at the jungle, a weak smile coming across his face.

"T...the one thing I wanted to see while I was in the void...more than anything…” He began to cough and choke, blood running up his throat and spewing out his mouth as he tried to speak. “—was the sun..nice to see you w-waited just s-so I couldn't get the thing I wanted m-most.."

"Quit whining." Xisuma growled as he stabbed his sword into Ex's side, pulling out the blade once his brother had stopped breathing. A warm puddle of crimson blood surrounded the body, the admin dropping his weapon beside his dead sibling.

"I never really did like you. You were nothing more than a nuisance if you ask me." Xisuma said carelessly, shrugging it off as if Ex had meant less than nothing to him.

"Messing with you, the hermits, anyone really, all of this is more fun than you could ever imagine, Ex." Xisuma said, speaking to his brother as if he were still alive.

"The rush of killing, it's incredible. You wouldn't know. You were nice compared to what I've done, and that's why you're dead.” He said, dragging his gloved finger through the warm blood on the edge of his blade.

“This is all a game, and you just couldn't figure out how to play it right."

—

Xisuma stepped into spawn, the other hermits waving at him. They had been waiting for the admin before starting the new season. The large group of hermits all smiled and greeted him, unaware of what he had just done. Xisuma grinned and acted like his 'regular' old self.

The season started and all the hermits ran off to gather materials. Keralis had joined Xisuma in a small group with a few other hermits, gathering wood and stone to start. He noticed X joining the server, waving happily before coming up to the admin when everyone else was out of earshot.

"What took you so long, Shiswami? I almost thought you weren't coming!" He laughed, smiling at the admin. Xisuma chuckled, his smile sweet and his voice calm.

"Oh, you know, just sibling issues."

[spinnintoilet009]

i may or may not, be writing the most gut-wrenching, soul crushing desert-duo fanfic that mainly focus from the end of the 3rd life series, to the limited life series.

here are some bits:

im thinking of making at least 3 chapters of this, but i dont even know if its post worthy. Nonetheless i wanted to still share because my amazing friend @dreamishsara had en existencial crisis while reading it, so why not make everyone go through the same pain! :D

[ethosiab]

eefo doodles from this weekend!

[shepscapades]

I think I need to start putting more Red vs. Blue references in dbhc actually

[nhyhu]

@hot-scarian-summer-2024 Day 3 - Dark Nights are Upon Us - Haunted - Murder Mystery

scar you should not be blushing right now

[avi-mation]

RED!Etho - character page. From the start of the apocalypse, to him getting infected and dealing with it.

(Close ups below)

[isjasz]

[Day 53]

Ok quick ddd doodle tdy, fireworks for the bday man :DDD (he died after ofc)

[duckimate]

lost longing for someone you can't recall, but that someone's a faraway deity

"The ancient gods changed men to things, but left them A consciousness that smoldered endlessly, That splendid sorrows might endure forever. And you are changed into a memory."

so ! fanart for solar eclipse au by none other than THE @mochiwrites. but i switched the concept around?? (au of an au. woah)

.SPOILERS!!. spoiLERS!!!! I SAID SPOILERS. .

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instead of solara being punished and casted down to earth for reincarnation it was proteus instead <333

yes i know amor solis takes place in a more modern setting but personally mumbo k jumbo with his vest and tie and british glory gave me more of a painter than sculptor vibe (artistic boyfriends,,,)

bros drawing his lover from his past life when he cant even recall any of those memories <3

[v1neyy]

Angel Skizzleman who knows when his friends need support because… he’s an angel.

Something in his gut telling him he needs to check on Impulse right now, so he goes and is met with a teary imp who just had a nightmare. He spends the night with his buddy wrapped up in his arms and wings after cradling him through his sobs and vows to always show up when he is needed.

The need to go see Tango nagging at him relentlessly, when he finally gives in and flies to Tango’s base he finds the blaze in the midst of a panic attack. He chugs a fire resistance potion that he didn’t even realize he brought and steps into the fire consuming his friend, helping Tango calm his breathing and talking through what happened.

He needs to visit Zedaph like an itch that needs to be scratched, so he does and finds Zed working himself silly, so hyperfocused he’d been neglecting self care. He forces the lamb to stop and take a break, shoving him into the shower and cooking a meal to share.

[applestruda]

"They never left the desert"

[ladyevol]

I would like to propose a new hardcore series involving the life series players. In this series, you have 'kings' and 'pawns', and the goal of the series is to keep your king alive until the end. The players are divided into 3 groups chosen by the king. The group with the last king, so even if you are still alive and your king dies, you die as well. The main catch is that the kings are the players known for dying the most, aka Jimmy, Skizz, and Scar

[thathermitweirdo]

So recently I posted fusion art of Grian and Doc from the Gemcyt au, and I love them so much (bc toxic) so I wrote a oneshot for them. This oneshot features Grian, Doc, Scar, Mumbo, Watermelon Tourmaline (my fusion of Mumbo and Doc) and Purple Azurite (my fusion of Grian and Doc). I’d recommend looking at their designs if you haven’t already, just to more easily understand the oneshot.

Credit to @chrisrin for Scar, Grian, Mumbo and Doc designs, and also for making Gemcyt au in the first place :)

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The day was like any other, Mumbo watching as Scar and Grian practiced their duels, standing on the balcony of the beach house. His gaze was focused on Grian, watching as the aquamarine pulled water balloons from his gem, soaring above the ground as he attacked Scar. The spinel sliced through each of the balloons with his cane sword, giggling happily as he did so.

“Hey, Mumbo!” Grian paused, tossing a water balloon in his hand as he waved to the peridot. “Why don’t you come down and practice with us?”

“Oh, um-“ Mumbo blushed slightly. “I-I’m okay. You know I’m no good at fighting..”

“Awe. Okay.” Grian said, turning back to continue his fight. Only, he ended up pausing, his wings slowly flapping as he landed on the sandy ground.

“Gri?” Scar raised an eyebrow. “What’s up? Why’d you stop?”

“I thought I saw—“ He said, before smiling. “I did! I-I think that’s him!”

“Him?” Scar and Mumbo asked in unison, the two looking further down the beach to spot a large figure. Grian smiled widely as he flew off, rushing to meet the figure.

Mumbo came down the steps of the beach house, he and Scar sharing a confused look. “Do we…follow him?”

“I suppose.” Mumbo said, walking along the beach to follow after Grian.

Grian and the mystery gem were already walking back to the beach house, so the four met at the halfway point. When Mumbo approached the two, the gem that Grian was with was nearly twice his size. And Mumbo was quite tall, this new gem had to be at least twelve feet!

He was some kind of centaur gem, maybe bloodstone, used for heavy construction and even wars. His gem was on his left eye, and he was laughing with Grian perched atop his shoulder.

“Oh, guys!” Grian smiled as the new gem came to a stop in front of the two. “This is— wait, hold on..”

He paused, suddenly noticing the spikes along the new gem’s body that were leftover from corruption. “Oh my gosh, I-I didn’t even notice! Doc, what on earth happened to you?!”

The gem known as Doc let out a slight chuckle. “Oh, I was hoping you wouldn’t notice those..”

“Doc..” Grian spoke, his voice nearly a whisper as he placed the palm of his hand against the bloodstone’s cheek. “You were corrupted, weren’t you?” He asked quietly, a sad look across the smaller gem’s face.

“I wanted to get stronger.” He muttered, his voice somewhat ashamed of his actions. “I missed you. I missed fusing with you.”

“So you fused with a corrupted gem? Oh Doc..” Grian’s expression saddened further at that thought, leaping off the bloodstone’s shoulder. He flapped his wings, hovering face to face with Doc. His tiny hands were placed on Doc’s cheeks, while Grian pressed his forehead against the larger gem’s. “Is that why it’s been so long? You’ve been corrupted? All this time?”

“It was just a couple thousands of years.” Doc said gruffly as he pulled away, a slight blush across his face.

“I can’t believe you!” Grian put his hands on his hips, the wings on his back flapping angrily. “You fused, knowing you would get corrupted!”

“Um, sorry.” Mumbo stepped between the two, a bit nervous to approach the twelve foot tall gem. “Gri, who exactly is this..?”

Doc seemed a little upset as the peridot referred to Grian with a nickname, though the smaller gem didn’t seem to notice. “Oh, sorry Mumbo. Sometimes I forget I met you and Scar after leaving Homeworld. This is Doc. He and I worked together back on Homeworld.”

“Mm.” The bloodstone nodded, opening the palm of his hand to give Grian a place to land comfortably. “We ran away together after we realized the diamonds would never allow gems like us to be together.”

“Buh-, be together-?” Mumbo seemed a bit jealous as he stumbled over his words, while Doc simply had a smug grin across his face.

“I-it was a long time ago, really.” Grian said dismissively, sensing the tension between the two gems.

“Wow! So you two were together?” Scar asked excitedly, while Mumbo looked away sadly.

Doc nodded proudly. “We even fused. Y’know, back when it wasn’t acceptable.”

“Wow G! I didn’t know you had this whole other life before us!” The spinel said excitedly, reaching out to try and pet the fluff on Doc’s chest as he spoke. The larger gem slapped his hand away, growling slightly. Grian pat his shoulder, helping to calm the beast down.

He gave an awkward chuckle. “Oh boy, there’s a lot of things I haven’t told you guys.”

“Oh.” Mumbo sighed, deflating visibly. “I’ll um, let you two catch up. I’ll be inside, okay?”

“Wait, Mumbo!” Grian tried to follow the peridot, who was clearly upset, though Doc grabbed his wrist.

“C’mon, let him go.” Said the bloodstone, shooting a cold glare at Scar as he spoke. The spinel gem looked intimidated, shrinking under the stare.

“I’ll, uh..go check on him…” Scar forced an awkward giggle, rushing after Mumbo.

Grian frowned, clearly concerned about the two, though Doc dragged a claw through his hair, bringing the aquamarine back to the present. “I never thought I’d see you again. I thought I’d be stuck a corrupted gem forever.”

“I really am glad to see you again, Doc.” Grian nodded, a sad smile across his face as he glanced back to the house. “But I think my friends are a bit intimidated by you..”

“Aw, they can use a bit of toughening up.” He said dismissively, “Those two haven’t seen what we have. Especially that peridot.”

“Mumbo is fine just the way he is.”

Doc’s nose wrinkled in disgust, the bloodstone glancing away with a mix of anger and upset across his face. “So he’s clearly your new fusion partner.”

“Don’t talk like that, Mumbo and Scar are my friends. Yeah we fused, but as friends.”

“I don’t think that peridot thinks so.” Doc sneered.

Grian frowned. “You’re not being very nice right now. I’m starting to remember why we went our separate ways.”

“You mean how you left me?” The bloodstone asked, raising his voice slightly.

Grian opened his wings, flying slightly above Doc’s hand. “Because you wanted to stay fused! You know that’s not what I wanted! All you wanted was to fuse to be stronger, you just wanted to use me!”

Doc scoffed, looking insulted. “You loved being Azurite just as much as I did. Don’t act like I forced you to fuse.”

“That’s all you ever did! You only wanted me because I was able to make you stronger! You could have done that with any other gem!”

“But I wanted to do it with YOU!”

The two went silent, staring at one another with anger and frustration in their eyes. Grian sighed, turning away while crossing his arms. “You’re the same as ever. I don’t think you should stay.”

Growling, Doc stomped closer to the aquamarine. “I came all this way, just to see you, and you’re just going to reject me?!”

“What, were you expecting things to magically go back to normal?” Grian snapped. “It’s been hundreds of thousands of years! We were only together for a couple hundred!”

“I came back because I wanted to fuse with you again! To be Purple Azurite again! Don’t you want that too?!”

Grian shook his head, keeping his back facing the bloodstone as he crossed his arms. “No, I don’t. I want you to leave.”

He growled again, a deep growl from his chest, Doc grabbing ahold of Grian’s arm to pull him close. “We’re fusing.” He spoke darkly, a cold look in his eye.

Grian frantically shook his head, trying to pull his arm free. “W-Wha-? Doc—?! Nono, I-I don’t want to fuse—!” His voice cracked, tears starting to well in his eyes as he began to panic.

He tried to spin Grian in an attempt to dance, though the small aquamarine wasn’t cooperative, squirming in Doc’s grip while trying to escape. “We can be together again.” Said the bloodstone, “We can be Purple Azurite forever.”

“N-no! I don’t want to be, not with you!” Grian said, kicking Doc’s arm to try and free himself, with no success. “M-Mumbo! Scar! Anyone, please!”

The two gems came running out of the house upon hearing their names called, both had clearly been watching the whole time out of concern for Grian. Doc paused with a growl, pulling the aquamarine closer to him. “What are you two runts supposed to do?” He spoke tauntingly with a laugh in his voice.

Scar and Mumbo shared a look of concern, the peridot grabbing the shorter gem’s wrist. “Scar.” He said, eyes pleading. “Please. Fuse with me to help Grian.”

The spinel’s lips curled into a grin that spread across his face, excited at the proposition. “Oh boy, it’s been a while!”

Mumbo wrapped an arm around Scar’s waist, dipping the gem slightly. “Then let’s dance, shall we?” The green gem smirked, taking Scar’s hand with his free one.

The gem on Mumbo’s forehead began to glow, as well as the gem in the center of Scar’s chest, while Grian’s face lit up with hope. Mumbo tossed Scar into the air, catching him by the waist before twirling with the spinel in his arms. Scar giggled as he was dipped again, before Mumbo lowered his head, pressing his gem against Scar’s.

Their bodies were enveloped in a white flash of light, Doc growling underneath his breath. He clenched his teeth tightly, shaking his head in annoyance. “Fine. I’ll take care of the two of you.” The bloodstone said as he released his hold on Grian before stepping forward.

“Don’t you mean the one of us?” An excited and bubbly voice spoke up, causing a tall figure to step through the light, the fusion of the two gems revealing himself. “Oh, wait, is that grammatically correct? Oh dear, that would be embarrassing if it wasn’t.”

One hand was on his hip as he spoke, while the other scratched his chin. The second pair of hands lifted up the fusion’s tophat and scratched the top of his head as he pondered for a moment. “Oh well, no time for that!”

“Watermelon!” Grian smiled upon spotting the fusion, relief washing over the aquamarine. “I’m so happy you’re here!”

Doc began to laugh, reaching up to his gem. “Watermelon? You gotta be kidding me.” He said, pulling his battle axe from his gem. “I’m going to shatter the two of you.”

“Watermelon Tourmaline, to be exact.” The gem introduced himself, lifting his tophat as he bowed. “And I’m not too sure my friend there is on board with fusing.”

“And you’re supposed to stop me?” Doc snorted, letting the handle of his war axe rest on his shoulder. “Even as a fusion, you two are still runts.”

Watermelon blushed out of embarrassment, before letting out a sigh to keep his cool. “Yes, we are, but I won’t tolerate any violence towards Grian.” Said the fusion, reaching to his chest gem. He pulled out a cane in a matter of seconds, pointing it at the bloodstone. “So either leave, or we’ll take care of you.”

Doc chuckled darkly, raising his axe slightly. “It might be one vs two, but I don’t lose to scrawny gems.”

He tapped his cane against the ground, causing the end of the walking stick to reveal the hidden blade attached at the end. Watermelon raised his cane sword, a smile across his face. “En garde.”

Doc growled as his face heated with anger, raising his axe as he galloped forward. He slashed down at Watermelon, the latter blocking easily with his own sword. He stepped to the side, avoiding a follow up attack, and brought up his cane to block Doc’s next attack. Watermelon smirked, using his sword against the axe to hold his ground.

“You aren’t good enough for Grian.” Doc spat as the two fought to hold their ground.

“I wouldn’t say that.” Replied Watermelon with a sly smirk.

Doc growled in annoyance as he charged once more, swinging his axe downwards. Watermelon parried, making contact with the axe before slashing upwards, knocking it off balance slightly. He then thrust his left leg upwards, knocking the axe out of Doc’s hands and sending it flying into the air.

Watermelon’s second pair of arms cartoonishly wrapped around Doc’s body, tying him up securely. His other pair of arms took off his hat, and without breaking eye contact, he held the hat off to the side. Doc’s axe came down from the sky, falling right into the tophat. Watermelon smirked as he showed Doc the inside of the tophat, revealing his weapon was suddenly gone.

Grian’s smile grew wider as he began happily clapping his hands together. Watermelon placed his tophat back on his head, chuckling slightly as he began to do a few bows. “Thank you, thank you! I’m here all night, folks!”

Doc looked at Grian, wrath burning in his gaze. With the sudden burst of rage Doc grabbed Watermelon’s arms, still bound, using them to swing Watermelon Tourmaline around with enough force to send him flying into the side of the rocky cliff. Doc pulled a new axe from his gem, clearly more angry than before.

Watermelon groaned, adjusting his top hat. “Jeez, this guy packs quite the punch.” He muttered underneath his breath, reaching to pull a new cane sword from his gem.

Doc moved quicker than before, practically leaping across the beach to reach Watermelon before he could grab his new weapon. Just as he had grabbed the edge of his cane, Doc used the flat end of his axe to knock the cane out of Watermelon’s grasp.

“I told you.” Doc growled, lowering the axe just an inch away from Watermelon’s chest. “You two will never be enough for Grian.”

He brought the axe down, slicing Watermelon’s body, causing the two gems to split from their fusion. They fell apart, both exhausted as they landed onto the sandy beach. “And you-“ Doc growled angrily, grabbing Mumbo by the collar of his shirt. “I’m going to enjoy shattering you.”

“Doc, no! Stop!” Grian rushed over, grabbing the handle of the bloodstone’s axe, trying to pull the weapon from his grasp. “Please, d-don’t! Y-you can’t, d-don’t shatter him.”

Grian was begging, tears rolling out of his eye as he shook his head. “Please, I-I’ll fuse with you, I’ll stay with you, I swear! Don’t hurt Mumbo or Scar, pl-please!”

Doc smirked, dropping Mumbo to the ground. He fell limp, barely conscious he hit the ground. “Good. That’s what I wanted to hear.” The gem leaned in close, cupping Grian’s cheek with his free hand. “I promise I won’t shatter your friends, then.”

He looked back down at the defeated Mumbo, before shoving his axe into the peridot’s chest, causing his body to poof, while his gem landed safely in the sand. Doc chuckled, turning towards Grian while offering his hand. “Shall we?” He asked, a dark grin across his face.

Grian sighed, placing his hand in Doc’s as he nodded. “Yes. Let’s fuse.”

“G-Gri—“ Scar tried to speak up, though he was clearly very beat up from the fight. Doc growled at him, glaring down the spinel.

“Scar, it’s okay.” Grian spoke softly, refusing eye contact with the pink gem. “Just..please. Don’t look for me. And take care of Mumbo.”

Doc began the fusion dance, not giving Scar a chance to react. Grian stayed in the air to keep the dance easier, the bloodstone twirling the aquamarine before pulling him close. He chuckled darkly as their gems began to glow, the light overtaking the two of them.

“NO!” Scar yelled, watching as the light cleared.

Purple Azurite had his arms wrapped around his body, as if he were hugging himself, his breathing ragged. He looked down at his purple skin, dragging his hands through his long hair. His face twisted into a dark grin, a laugh escaping the fusion as he dragged a hand along Grian’s gem.

“We’re us again.” Azurite spoke, looking up at the sky while he chuckled to himself. “I’m me again.”

Scar reached into his gem, pulling out his cane sword. He stood up with shaking legs, eyes filled with tears. “Gr-Grian, no, s-stop-“ The spinel tried to argue. “Don’t, d-don’t do this-“

“That’s not our name!” Azurite snapped, eyes filled with fury. “Grian isn’t here anymore. He’s gone!”

“P-please—“ Scar reached out his hand, using his cane as support to hold himself up. Azurite grabbed his wrist, lifting the pink gem off of the ground with a horrifying grin. He threw Scar against the wall, hard enough to cause a crater to form and shake the cliff side.

“Stay down.” Azurite spoke, his voice more of Grian’s than Doc. “Don’t make me poof you.”

Scar curled up into a ball, shaking from the pain and fear. His breath came quickly, short gasps coming from between clenched teeth. He looked up at the fusion with his eyes filled with tears, watching as they walked to the edge of the beach.

The wings of water formed on his back, opening up to reveal they were three times the size of Grian’s original wings. Azurite looked back for a moment, before looking forward once more.

His wings flapped a few times, lifting the fusion off of the ground, before he flew off.

[spinnintoilet009]

well...i kinda.....am hyperfixating on this.....and i managed to post the first chapter already..... I'd be really happy if people checked it out!

Im also looking foward to post my illustrations of this fanfic today!

[chemdisaster]

lore-wise joel's addition to hermitcraft is a big thing all around, but it's particularly interesting to me to watch his interactions with non-lifers. to see the difference in the relationships formed not only under threat but always under threat from that very person, as opposed to relationships formed in a permanent peacetime. like on the one hand you have people who have seen him in 3rd life, in last life, seen what he's like all bloody and lonely and red. and then you have people who just met him recently and only saw someone they found interesting and decided to make a friend. people for whom attachment does not hold the same weight it does for joel, the same weight it does inside a life game. it's the difference of forming relationships during a time of trauma, and forming relationships when in the process of healing.

and remember how i said joel's biggest thing in the life series is how he strives to hold on to his humanity? well, all things considered, i'd say hermitcraft is as human as you could get. i think he's found what he's been looking for this whole time.