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null-siren · 6 months

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Character questionnaire from here. I don't think I've done any of these for this guy. Time to change that :)

do you like your name ? do you know its origins ? if you chose your name, what made you choose it ? if you didn't choose it, would you change it if you could ?

〚 I am indifferent. A name is but a name. As for its origins--at least in my particular case, when I was born I appeared to be a skeleton, taking after some distant relative on my mother's side. My parents therefore named me after a font so that I might fit in; however, everything else grew in just prior to me reaching my teens. 〛

〚 ... 〛

〚 As for my father, he was a ghast. They made my name a pun. It is terrible. 〛

how many pillows do you sleep with ? do you prefer to sleep with a cold pillow or a warm pillow ?

〚 When sleep was a necessity, one. Warm pillow. It was self-heating. Sometimes I miss it. 〛

do you believe in having luck, or is it just chance ?

〚 I have, on occasion and upon successfully completing one of my devices, seen a LCK stat. It does not appear in every universe, however; those I suppose would be ruled by chance. 〛

do you still pick up coins if they're face-down / positioned for bad luck ?

〚 I have no need for currency, so I do not pick them up regardless of their upside face. 〛

if you were offered free food / a free drink, but you didn't like what was being offered, would you still take it because it's free ?

〚 I would accept it if only to be polite. 〛

what kind of milk do you prefer to drink, if you drink milk ? 2% / low fat / almond / oat / etc ? is there a reason behind that preference ?

〚 I have never had milk of any sort. 〛

if you were to hold someone's hand while walking ( assuming you are okay with holding hands ) , how would you hold their hand ? loosely or tightly ? your whole hand, or just a few fingers ? would you swing your arms together as you walk ?

〚 Loosely. Whole hand. No swinging unless the other party was wont to do so. 〛

if you like swimming, do you prefer swimming in freshwater, saltwater, or in a pool ?

〚 I have never been preferential to swimming. 〛

do you have a process for washing your hair, or do you not care ?

〚 I do not have hair. 〛

are you good at puzzles ? do you enjoy puzzles ? do you prefer word puzzles or visual puzzles ?

〚 I enjoy a good puzzle of any type. While I fancy myself quite good at them, if it can stump me: wonderful. 〛

do you have a favourite genre of music ? do you enjoy listening to music ? do you listen to music to get your energy up or exercise ? do you listen to music to calm down or go to sleep ?

〚 I liked to play classical music in the laboratory, but I would switch it to seasonal music when the times came to do so much to the chagrin of some of my assistants. It was always a mixture of what had fallen from the Surface and what was produced by Monsterkind. These days, it can be a good diversion for wandering thought processes. 〛

do you like going on vacation ? where do you like to go ? what would your dream vacation be ? would you go alone, or with friends or family ?

〚 When such things as vacations were relevant, I stayed within Hotland. My dream vacation was somewhere very warm, with few friends, such as my favored assistants. 〛

would you rather have a roommate or live alone ?

〚 A Roommate of like mind would be wonderful. Unfortunately, my Room will not go anywhere if it is not just me. 〛

are you better at giving advice or receiving it ? are you good at helping people through problems ? are you good at working through your own problems ?

〚 What a tricky series of questions. I am better at giving than receiving advice - I will admit that I am stubborn. I can be good at assisting people through their problems, but it is not out of their self-interest but my own. My own problems are forever in progress. 〛

do you have a green thumb, or do you stay away from plants ?

〚 There are reasons why I left experiments upon flora to Alphys and whoever else wished to pursue those endeavors. No matter how meticulously I measured the plant food, water, and artificial sunlight exposure, they would die. 〛

#Muse Studies #I won't be doing these for the secret and not so secret options cuz I'm lazy

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tubborucho · 11 months

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(for hermitcraft ask): 5 n 25

It has to be Boatem Group. But I enjoy all the duos and trios inside that group AND I also adore Soup Fam :D

I actually have a quotebook where I write down quotes from most of the youtubers I’ve watched, and those are hermits ones I have:

“What’s a Wisconsin?” ZombieCleo

“I don’t think I’ve appreciated before how weird ghasts are looking. I kind of just… accepted them in my life” Grian

"Put my tea in the microwave" Grian

“And we need some smart people dust too” Geminitay, breaking redstone

"If first you don't succeed, keep annoying your friends until they listen" Grian

“I don’t think you should take eyeballs from strangers” GeminiTay

"We must not dwell on the fact we have no friends" Grian

"I haven't seen the moon in 3 years because I'm on the same server as Bdubs” Mumbo

“Not everything I do has to start a war. Sometimes I just want to create a society of sewer-related mole people” Grian

“We’re all on the same team here, Scar. Except for Pearl. And everyone not on our team” Joe Hills

"Thats right. I'm breaking into your house. I'm gonna steal your man" Life advice with Grian

“Even in death I’m mega handsome” Grian

“I believed in the heart of the cards and the heart of cards KILLED ME” Grian

“I’ll scam everybody out of all their balls” Scar

“I am so dehydrated from all the drama” Grian

“That was amazing. That was absolutely amazing! I thought I was dying!” Grian

“Have you ever tasted the diamonds? Just walked up here and gave them a little lick?” Scar

“If you are going to be an absent father, can you at least be absent?” Cleo

"We're gonna win, and then we're gonna eat them. That’s how that works” Cleo, putting the Zombie in ZombieCleo

“I saw an otter in the river like four months ago and I'm still riding that high” Grian

“We could just burst down the door and battle to overthrow Ren. But that’s lame. You know what’s better? Psychological Warfare” Impulse

#THANK YOU FOR THE ASK #liss writes posts #liss answers asks #hermitcraft

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findingjoynweirdstuff · 3 years

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Dream SMP Recap (June 2/2021) - Self-Care and Reconciliation

Fundy tries some speedy self-care to follow Quackity’s directions of “finding himself.”

Foolish finds out about the supreme fridge and isn’t pleased.

Antfrost seeks out Foolish, Bad and Puffy to find peace and make amends after what happened with the Egg.

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VOD LINKS:

Philza

Tubbo

Fundy

Foolish

Eret

Captain Puffy

Antfrost

Michaelmcchill

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- Phil works on the basement some more

- Tubbo works on his outpost

- Tubbo comes over to the Arctic and visits Phil in his basement to “spy” on him

- They go to Tubbo’s outpost and Tubbo asks if Phil would like to make a TNT canon with him. Phil sees Las Nevadas

- Tubbo’s a changed person since he tried to kill Phil’s friend, and now he and Phil are on good terms!

- Tubbo and Phil start attempting to wrangle a Ghast together for the outpost

- A few days ago, Quackity told Fundy that he could have a plot of land in Las Nevadas under certain circumstances, and Fundy has a choice to join the nation or not

- When he and Quackity spoke, Quackity said that this plot of land can be his if Fundy can find himself. Fundy needs to fix what’s broken

- Living in the middle of nowhere away from other people isn’t good, so today, Fundy wants to take care of himself and become a better person

- Fundy’s snow fox is outside, but Fundy decides to let him roam for the time being

- Fundy goes outside and creates a board with signs:

FUNDY’S PLAN TO BECOME BETTER MAN:

Healthy diet! fish, steak, vegetables, fruit, dary, grains

Take care of himself. be able to cut down tree fast

mine diamonds

be able to accept therapy say “im okay with therapy”

good friends, get 3 people to say im a friend

sleep

take care of pet :)

learn to count

- He sets up a timer to do these eight things, and once it starts, he immediately runs off to fix his diet

- Fundy fetches some cod from the sea and spots Tubbo’s outpost in the distance. Curious, he goes over -- if someone lives there, that can go towards his friend goal

- Seeing that Tubbo isn’t online, Fundy messages Phil instead. He asks if they are friends, and Phil just asks what he wants. After a lot more pressing, Phil says they are friends! Fundy is his grandson, after all

- Phil asks if Fundy is safe. Fundy is overjoyed that he cares about his safety, and counts that as two friends! Fundy says he should come by to play cards sometimes, and Phil likes the idea

- To himself, Fundy whispers: “You are a friend and you are appreciated and worth something. You are cool. You are special. You are loved.”

He counts this as the final friend, and has now completed one goal!

- He creates a small patch of dirt and plants wheat, then goes mining for diamonds

- Fundy chops some trees and returns to his house

- On his bed, he psyches himself up and musters up the courage to say something

Fundy: “I...accept...and am okay...with...”

(he struggles to say the last word)

Fundy: “I accept and am okay with...therapy. I accept and am okay with THERAPY!”

- He then goes outside and learns to count by killing zombies

- After that, he has to go find his pet snow fox. He asks a nearby Enderman where he is

- Fundy and the Enderman go searching together

- Fundy can’t find the fox. He keeps searching around the forest, until he comes back towards his house and finally finds the fox sleeping on a nearby hill

- With all his other goals done, there is only one remaining: sleep.

- He goes to his bed, hesitates...

...and sleeps.

(This is a set up for next stream)

- Foolish returns to his summer home from Las Nevadas and finds the WAR sign, confused. He then notices the disappearance of the supreme fridge

- He reads the war note left in the chest for Ponk and is outraged. That fridge was his gift! Of all the buildings that have been built here, the fridge was the one thing he allowed

- There will be consequences, but as Foolish will be gone for a bit, he can’t do anything now.

- Foolish begins to go through the stages of grief, mourning the fridge, before leaving a note:

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You destroyed my fridge. It was my gift from Ponk. The one structure that was built for me on this server was destroyed. Once I go through the 5 stages of grief...I will then add on a bonus stage.......REVENGE

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- He kills one of the L’Sandburg citizen llamas to send a message

- Foolish goes to the main area and visits Eret’s fortress, noticing the totem statue Eret made in mourning. He changes the sign to simply say “in honor of Foolish” instead

- While working on his pyramid some more at the summer home, Foolish notices Antfrost just over the hill. Ant comes over, seeking to apologize for killing Foolish

Foolish: Listen Ant. From the very start I blamed the egg. And I don’t believe the REAL Antfrost killed me. Nice to see some blue eyes as well

Ant: but we didn’t listen to your warnings, we had our chances and we betrayed you and our friends. I wouldn’t blame you if you killed me right here

- Foolish doesn’t. He tells Ant that he’s moving on.

- Ant asks if there’s any way to make it up to him, and Foolish says he could use some help gathering sand (Antfrost finds sand tasty, but Foolish doesn’t eat sand. It has too many calories)

- The two gather sand together

Foolish: I hold nothing against you

Ant: thank you

Foolish: Honestly I think the banquet has changed me for the better

Ant: how so

Foolish: It has given me new found strength. Basically from here on out...I’ll be less timid to take action

Ant: well at least something good came out of it

Foolish: So how about you Antfrost, what’s next for the old sly cat

Ant: I need to talk to Puffy and Bad and Sam and everyone I’ve wronged

- Ant asks if Foolish has seen Puffy anywhere, whether there’s something he can give her as a peace offering. She likes llamas

- Foolish thanks Ant for his help. Ant says if Foolish needs anything, to let him know. Foolish looks forward to happier times

- Puffy comes on later and finds the book Foolish left in the chest. She reads it, but she still thinks getting rid of the fridge was better for the aesthetic, and she had to get back at Ponk

- She writes another letter, this time to Foolish, titled “To my sharkyson”:

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Dear Foolish!

It was not my intention to make you sad or angry! I didn’t know you cared so much for the fridge as well. it was kinda ugly and it stood out so much from the rest of the builds! But I assure you I’m not allied with Bad, my whole goal behind L’llamaburg was to keep an eye on Bad so he didn’t build any further on your land or cause you more problems.

Once Bad was gone I fully intended to disband l’llamaburg and tear it down!

Sorry for any sadness I may of caused.. you don’t need a fridge though to be reminded of how Supreme you are!

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- Ant is at the animal sanctuary. Everything’s been destroyed, but at least Floof is still alive

- He saves Asshole the fish from suffocating out of the water and puts the fish back in the aquarium

- Ant goes looking for Bad. They need to talk

- They meet at the Community House. Bad hasn’t seen Ant in a while, he hasn’t been around. Bad asks if Ant is okay, and Ant doesn’t know. He died

- Ant asks what happened. Bad says things didn’t work out according to plan. Ant remembers Quackity coming in at the Banquet...

Ant: “Bad, what did we do? I killed Foolish...”

- Bad says stuff happens and he doesn’t think anyone would blame Ant

Ant: “Bad, I killed him! What do you mean you don’t think anyone blames -- Bad, we’re monsters! Do you know what we did?”

Bad: “W-well, I try not to think about it!”

Ant: “Well you can’t just ignore -- you can’t act like we didn’t do -- Bad, I killed Foolish, we were gonna kill E-- oh my god, Eret’s on the server too.”

- Bad thinks it’s fine, Foolish will recover and Puffy killed Ant but it was one for one. Ant remembers all the horrible things he said to Puffy before he killed Foolish and asks where Bad went afterwards

- Bad had no choice but to run. He couldn’t save Ant, they were outnumbered

Ant: “...Do you not feel bad about anything? Bad, we’re...we’re mon-- we did horrible things!”

Bad: “Well I mean, yeah, you did do some horrible stuff...”

Ant: “No, YOU! You did some horrible stuff! Who pushed Skeppy into lava, Bad? Who betrayed their friends? We betrayed Sam, Bad!”

Bad: “Okay, we did some horrible stuff -- hey, no! Okay, but -- there were good reasons at the time, or we felt like there was!”

Ant: “No! No no, Bad, we let the Egg control us! No! Did the Egg give you what it promised?”

Bad: “No, ‘cause...we never completed the plan...whatever it was. Ant, I can’t remember exactly...it’s not -- look, it’s -- I don’t know...”

- Ant asks if he’s talked to Sam and Puffy yet. Bad’s trying not to think about it, but Ant says they can’t ignore this. They’re friends, they should make amends

- Ant asks if Bad’s been back down there, but Bad’s steered clear. Ant is feeling normal again

Ant: “I...Bad, do you not...We’re fucked up! We did horrible things! Our friends tried to stop us, and we didn’t listen! We didn’t do anything!”

Bad: “There’s a lot of ‘we’ going on here...”

- Bad points out Ant didn’t really say anything. Ant accuses him of blaming him

Bad: “No, I’m just saying that...if the collar fits!”

- Ant says they both did horrible things, they dragged Hannah in, Punz too and Ponk. Bad hasn’t checked up on those three since. It doesn’t seem like Bad feels bad. Ant’s been gone because he felt ashamed

- If there’s anybody that they’ve hurt the most, it’s Sam. They were the Badlands

- Bad says they were brainwashed. He knows it’s not an excuse, that they should still own up to it even if they weren’t fully to blame

- They both killed one person each. Ant accuses Bad of putting the blame on him again and says that Bad killing Skeppy was worse because they’re platonic soulmates

- Ant wants an apology for letting him die and leaving him. Bad didn’t do anything, he just watched Ant die. Bad was caught off guard. On the other hand, maybe it was a good thing that Ant died, since otherwise they would’ve killed more people

- Ant says they should own up. Bad apologizes for letting Puffy kill Ant. He should have protected Ant, not just from Puffy but from the Egg too. Ant forgives Bad and says sorry for not protecting Bad from the Egg either

- Seeing as Puffy’s online, Ant suggests they go look for her. Bad says he’ll talk to Puffy later. Ant asks about Skeppy -- Bad talked to Skeppy right after what happened, but he hasn’t seen Skeppy since. They had a bit of a confrontation

- Ant wonders if Sam will forgive them. The Badlands wouldn’t be the same without him. He leaves Bad

- Puffy comes down the Prime Path and meets Antfrost face-to-face. The two have a bit of an awkward greeting

- Puffy reminds him of what happened. He doesn’t know how to apologize, but he says sorry. For saying awful things, for killing Foolish. He doesn’t expect her to forgive him, but he apologizes for what he did

- Puffy says it wasn’t right that she killed him, even though she was acting defensively, and she apologizes as well. Ant didn’t deserve to die either, he was blinded by the Egg. She holds Bad more to blame -- Antfrost talked to him recently

- Puffy forgives Ant. She asks how Bad handled it, and Antfrost says Bad is full of guilt and is hoping he can just forget about it

- Bad hasn’t apologized to Puffy, but Ant says he’ll get around to talking to everyone. Puffy made a burner Twitter account to hate on Badboyhalo and if she doesn’t get an apology, she might have to use it

- About L’Sandburg, Ant says he was there for like five minutes, but he doesn’t know what’s been happening since

Puffy: “Ant, you have to be your own person, Ant. He always uses you as his little pet to do things for you, and you murdered a man now because of it, because of Bad.”

Bad uses Antfrost to do things. Why didn’t Bad kill Foolish himself? Why was Antfrost thrown under the bus?

- She tells Ant that he needs to stand up for himself. She had to watch so many “RIP that pussy” and “Why’d you have to kill my cat” edits, it was the worst timing

- Puffy messages Bad asking if he’s apologized to Ant. They spot Bad nearby and walk over to confront him. He’s selling arrows

- Bad says he said sorry for letting Ant die, but Ant wants an apology for Bad making him do everything. Bad says they were both just following the Egg’s orders, that Ant had a grudge against Foolish -- but Ant says he didn’t, that Bad said he had to kill people

- Bad says sorry, but the Egg just wanted it that way. They accuse him of making excuses. Bad apologizes to Antfrost for making him kill Foolish, and the two hug

- Bad and Skeppy had a disagreement after the Red Banquet, and he has to check up with him to make sure he’s okay

- Bad says sorry to Puffy for what they did while under the Egg’s influence. Puffy was told that they were turning a new leaf, letting bygones be bygones so many times that if she took a shot every time she was told that, she would get alcohol poisoning

- Bad says sorry for everything to both of them, from the bottom of his heart. Puffy accepts to be the bigger person. They’ve always been a trio, always been friends, and now that the Egg’s no longer here, she’ll let it slide

- They do a group hug

- After some chatting, Puffy accuses Bad of having a Wattpad account to write Skephalo fanfiction and they continue talking about Skeppy’s merch boxes

- Michael joins the call! They all hang out together

- Later on, Eret and Foolish join in as well!

- A while after, they all go over to Ponk’s stairway to heaven to finally destroy it

(The build dates back to at least early July, possibly June, of 2020)

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Upcoming events remain the same.

#dream smp #dream smp recaps #long posts

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cedarwhisp · 3 years

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Smoke

pt. 1- Embers

pt 2- Ashes

CW: Death

They’re well into Season 8 when the Hermits meet their next ghost.

He’s small, curled in on himself and transparent like Tommy was, and the Hermit who finds him, Zedaph, notices the small, barely-there horns poking through thick, brown, curly hair, the floppy, furry ears, and the blood that stains the green button-down from a wound on his back.

The boy vanishes as soon as he sees Zedaph, but not before the Hermit sees the red bandana wrapped around his right arm, and the patchwork of burn scars all over his face.

Zedaph calls Xisuma immediately, of course; another ghost child making his way onto the server is definitely something the admin should know about.

It’s three days before they see the ghost again, helped by the fact that, whoever the ghost is, he’s the one that Tommy’s compass leads to. The ghost (who Tommy says is named ‘Tubbo’ before Tango- being the only one who can touch him without getting burned- forces the kid to bed before he collapses) moves constantly, though, and is almost always invisible.

(They don’t tell Tommy the details, about the blood and the quiet defeat Zedaph had seen- the kid looked broken enough when Zedaph had mentioned the red banana.)

Surprisingly, it’s Doc who sees him next, quietly watching as the creeper hybrid works on one of his redstone machines. Tubbo doesn’t vanish when Doc slowly takes off his armour and approaches, but his form flickers enough that Doc knows he’s wary at the very least.

“Hey, man,” Doc says casually. “What’s going on?”

Tubbo shakes his head and points to his ears, but doesn’t speak.

Ah, right. Tommy had explained that Tubbo couldn’t hear very well, and wasn’t that good at lip reading, so he had taught most of the Hermits a little bit of BSL in case they found Tubbo when Tommy wasn’t there.

T-O-M-M-Y is here, Doc signs, clumsily spelling out Tommy’s name because he had forgotten the kid’s namesign. Come with me?

Tubbo vanishes like a snowball thrown into water, and the last thing Doc sees a look of pure terror.

From there, it gets worse.

Weeks pass like this, an uneasy tension fraying everyone’s nerves and Tubbo still being skittish, and it all comes to a head when Tommy dies to lava after falling asleep in the Nether with a ghast nearby.

Tubbo shows up more, but only in the distance; if anyone gets too close, he vanishes. Tommy’s running himself ragged trying to find his friend, any ill feelings towards him solved by time and the pure shock of seeing him dead. Pranks on the server decrease, but it doesn’t make the Hermits relax, and it becomes increasingly common for Grian or Tango to check Tommy’s base only to find a lightly-scorched paper with the words looking for Tubbo.

The second after the death message appears in chat, Iskall jumps as the most horrible, pain-filled scream he’s ever heard echoes through his base.

He races up the stairs towards the source of the sound, heart in his throat, and freezes.

Tubbo’s curled up on the floor, arms wrapped around his stomach and tears running down his face as he screams, this bone-shaking sound that makes Iskall’s ears ring, and he’s flickering in and out of sight like he’s not sure if he wants to disappear or not.

Iskall approaches, slowly, as Tubbo keeps screaming, but the ghost pays him no mind, and soon Iskall’s kneeling in front of him. He can’t touch Tubbo, not really, but he still tries to place a hand on the boy’s shoulder.

It’s like trying to rest his hand on a gust of wind, but Tubbo stops screaming, looking up to meet Iskall’s eyes with his own empty, blank ones.

“Hey, Tubbo,” Iskall says, slowly- he doesn’t know BSL, so lipreading is his only hope. “What’s wrong?”

“Tommy’s dead,” Tubbo cries. “Tommy’s dead, Tommy’s dead, Tommy’s dead-”

Iskall’s out of his depth here. Thinking fast, he sends a message in chat with his bionic eye, then quickly pulls out his actual comm to show Tubbo, the ghost’s own comm abandoned across the room.

<TommyInnit> im not dead tubbo i promise

<TommyInnit> id come over but tangos got me on house arrest

<TommyInnit> ask iskall to bring you to my base ok?

“He’s n-not dead?” Tubbo hiccups, and Iskall resists the urge to wipe the tears off his face.

“No, he’s not. Do you want to see him?”

Tubbo looks confused, so Iskall types it out.

“Yes. Please, please, I-I want to see him. I wanna see Tommy.”

It’s an emotional reunion, to say the least.

Tommy’s waiting for them by the nether portal, looking- Iskall doesn’t want to say dead on his feet, but the kid looks rough. The second he sees Tubbo, though, his face lights up.

“TUBBO!”

Tommy goes in for a hug, and Tubbo opens his arms to accept it, only for Tommy to pass right through him.

“T-tommy? Where’d you-”

Tommy pops right back up again and quickly starts signing, Iskall not having a clue what he’s saying, but Tubbo signs back and soon both boys are crying and trying to hug each other despite the fact that they can’t touch, Tommy’s lava tears making small scorchmarks on his sweater and the ground and Tubbo’s disappearing as soon as they leave his face.

Xisuma brings Tubbo back to life as soon as he agrees to it.

They stay like that until Xisuma comes, Iskall and Tango keeping an eye out for mobs and wiping away a few tears of their own.

It takes about two days for Doc to present Tubbo with a set of hearing aids, three for Xisuma to realize his and Tubbo’s shared love of bees, and a week before Tubbo decides to just move into Tommy’s base instead of building one.

Just like Tommy, Tubbo never explains how he died; the hermits never ask.

Just like Tommy, the revival isn’t perfect; Tubbo finds he’s still able to travel through blocks at times, which pisses off Tommy to no end (“I didn’t get any cool shit like that!”) and there are days when he’s almost a ghost again with how transparent he is, but it’s manageable.

The two teens build a bench facing the sunset near Tommy’s base, a jukebox beside it, and sit for a long, long time.

“Do you think we should go back?” Tubbo asks one day, fiddling with the petals of a rose.

Tommy thinks about it, arm thrown over the back of the bench, and replies, “Nah.”

#embersashesandsmoke #ghostinnit #hermit tommy au #hermit!tommy au #fanfic

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stellocchia · 3 years

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This is part 5 of the Comprehensive Analysis of c!Tommy and c!Dream’s relationship during the Exile Arc

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

So, this time I’m condensing together 2 streams, so It may be slightly longer then Parts 3 and 4...

Also from here on out as usual we will be talking exclusively about the characters unless stated otherwise and we will be treating some heavy themes, so keep that in mind

So, first stream we’ll be talking about is: TommyInnit Is Actually Depressed in Exile

So, as I mentioned at the end of the last one, once the party stream was over Tommy seemed to dissociate and go underwater until he had only one air bubble remaining and then logged off. This stream starts with Tommy drowning and being extremely confused as to how that happened. Also Tommy moved to the second fase of his exile Minecraft skin.

“I held a party and the only person who showed up was Dream. But it’s okay because he’s great! He’s- he’s cool...”

*Tommy sees a Tubbo statue holding a ‘Your Tommy’ compass* “Tubbo is the reason that I’m out here... ‘Your Tommy compass’? Dream told me that Tubbo lost his compass!” (once again absolutely trusting what Dream says)

“If Tubbo wanted to be here then he could come here and he’s chosen NOT TO! Even if he didn’t get fucking invited to the party, which he did! He’s not shown up once... not to say ‘hi’, not left a gift, not left me anything... he’s just been... Tubbo”

“Everyone keeps coming to me out of pity and no-one comes in just to say ‘hello’, no the only person who’s- *long pause* the only person who’s done that is Dream... he’s the only person” (this is a bit of an insight on Tommy’s mindset regarding others)

So, now the mailing chest has been moved to underneath Tommy’s bed, because Dream kept intercepting Ranboo’s and Tommy’s mails. Also Ranboo writing “Jesus Christ Dream is scary” in this mail is a mood.

“You know, if it was Tubbo that got exiled, which he wouldn’t have in the first place, everyone would be visiting him everyday. Even if I was the president and I was the one who had to exile him I would have visited him everyday, everyone would have... if the roles were reversed... but the roles aren’t reversed”

It’s interesting that by now he has internilized that Tubbo would not have been exiled because he’s much more obedient when Dream never cared about that (he did care, but only to the extent of: Tommy not following his orders is the most probable reason for Dream’s obsession with him). He would have pushed for the exile (also known as Glorified Kidnapping) no matter what sooner or later. If Tubbo was the one to be unfortunate enough to attract Dream’s obsession nothing would have changed from that point of view, except, would Tommy have been as afraid of visiting Tubbo as Tubbo was of visiting him?

Also then Tommy tries to make 2 Screaming Stations. One near the sea and one in the neter (coincidentally directly above the two liquids he almost died from in exile). Neither of them worked, the nether one only resulting effective once a ghast shot him. Also this is the stream where Tommy drops Jack Manifold into lava (though he had no idea that that was a canon kill) and Jack kindaps/kills Tommy’s pumpking girlfriend as revenge? It’s a weird one. Another thing to point out is that Tommy just doesn’t wear armour at any point.

“Why did I just do that? Why did I just kill him?” *joins Jack vc* “Listen, I’m really sorry” (just to specify Tommy did apologize multiple times right after doing it, since a lot of people seem not to remember how things went)

“For some reason I just can’t let it out... why can’t- why can’t I scream?” (said right before a ghast fireballed him and he screamed)

After that Ranboo comes to visit. Tommy also breaks a bit more of the Nether path and then he makes the signs: “You are now entering Logstedshire, population: 1″ and “You are now entering Dream Smp, Happy Place. They’re all happy. It’s not quiet, just happy”.

“Aside from maybe Dream” *seeing Ranboo* “And also I guess a bit Ranboo no-one’s came to visit me and when they have they’ve been live so that they can go ‘Oh he’s in exile guys, come and look at this! Come and look at this!’” (a good canon interpretation of this is that Tommy is feeling like a carnival attraction as he put it a while ago. Also Ranboo is now his strongest connection aside from Dream)

“I would actually go and get pets since pets are the best thing for sad people, but so far all my pets have just been used to be tortured in war so I don’t wanna- I don’t wanna put them through that...” (that’s a really f*cking grim take that just so happens to be true that was shoved in the middle of a random stream...)

“Ranboo I’ve had a bit- you know ‘cause Dream isn’t on?” “Mhm” “I reckon I’m gonna- I’m gonna- one day Ranboo I’m gonna fight back, but for now he’s my only friend. Other then you” “Heh, yeah... wait!” “What if I make a little... heh a room”

This bit is quite an important one: Tommy’s first (and last) real act of rebellion against his situation. He’s still confused about it because he thinks of Dream as a friend, but he knows that his situation cannot last forever and that he will need to fight back at some point. He never gets to build a sort of “resistence in exile” type of thing, but he does manage later on to snap out of Dream’s control.

“I’m not gonna fight back now, because I owe everything to Dream. He comes and sees me and he gives me armour sometimes and he makes me happier and he gives me his trident” “Isn’t he the reason why you’re in this situation?” (now Ranboo is the one who took on the role of the one poking holes in Dream’s retoric)

“I made a bee sanctuary or whatever it’s called” “Oh shit! Can I come and see it?” “Oh yeah when you- you come back. When you’re allowed to come back. Which hopefully will be soon” “Oh... you’re like the others” (I’m not entirely sure how to interpret this exchange, but it is the point where Tommy starts loosing trust in Ranboo)

“Apparently Tubbo got a compass” “Yeah! Oh yeah the compass... it got accidentally, like, it was very terrible timing with a charged creeper” “He let it go?” “He didn’t let it go!” “He let me go?” “No he didn’t- he didn’t purposefully let it go, he wouldn’t do that” (this conversation is very much NOT about the compass...)

“But Ranboo, listen, at some point I’m gonna have to do something about this and I don’t know if that’s gonna be... someone’s gonna die” (pretty sure he’s referring to himself there...)

“So recently my buddy Dream has been doing this thing where he um- it makes sense though! Because I’m not in his land anymore, but he ta- he takes shit from me so I need to make sure that I keep them in that chest down there” (it is indeed quite typical for victims of abuse to justify their abuser’s actions and that’s what we’re seeing)

“Everyone in this world you think cares: probably doesn’t”

“You didn’t come to my fucking party Ranboo and I invited everyone!” “You did?” “I didn’t, I didn’t, Wilbur did! And everyone could have came and you didn’t” “Wait what do you mean? There was no invite!”

So, up until now it was of course only speculation that Dream had tampered with the Party invites, but, of course, this is the first proof we have of that fact. Later on Ranboo reiterates his point during the Bedrock Boys Arc, since this time Tommy was still too hurt by it to actually try and listen to him.

“I know that, whatever happens, I’m not gonna be here forever. Wether it’s in exile or wether it’s just here [alive], I’ve no idea how long I’ve got left” (in case it wasn’t obvious: Tommy in exile was suicidal)

“Ranboo everyone always tells me I was the- the- the hero of this server, the one that came and fucking fought Dream and the only one that ever spoke against him but... maybe I was just- maybe this was just meant to be...” (Tommy also very much resents the idea of being a “hero”)

“Doesn’t Dream, like, take your armour? Is that what you said?” “I don’t know I just- hey man, I just follow the boss” (Ranboo was quite aware of at least part of what happened in exile)

We then have Tommy labeling his chasts: ‘don’t let yourself down’ and ‘keep calm and carry on’ and stored away 13 enderpearls. Also closing speach, because it was really good:

“Is it worth it Ranboo?” “What? What worth it?” “Is this [trying to fight back] even worth it?” “I’d say it is. I mean, it’s gonna be tough, it’s gonna be- I mean, I couldn’t even imagine it, but it’s definitely gonna be worth it in the end when you can come back” “In the end...” “I mean at the end of your exile” “*sigh* It’s never gonna end”

Moving on to the next stream we have: Tommy's Exile Is Coming To A Close, which just so happens to not be about Tommy’s exile ending, despite the title, but just about Tommy getting EVEN MORE depressed...

Once again, this stream only has Tommy and later Ranboo and Niki in it, and it’s not too important, so I’ll try to be quick about it.

The stream starts, once again, with Tommy drowning. This time a bit further away from the coast.

“I don’t think I’ve got very long left. I’m not getting better. I’m not (...) and I- I can just feel it: if this- if it keeps on going how it is right now, if- if this keeps on and I keep being alone and my only friend *pause* is Dream, I don’t have very long- I don’t have very long left” (his mental state just literally plummeted after the failed beach party)

Tommy builds the Thinking Palace and the second Nether bridge to Logsteshire (out of cobblestone and lime green concrete, though he wanted to make it out of clay, how’s that for subtle symbolism?) during this stream. Also, may I point out that Tommy is canonically aware of his eyes becoming less and less blue? Also the response mail that Tommy writes is quite worrying here:

*Tommy falls into water* “Why did I just do that? I don’t think I- I don’t think I chose to dr- *sigh*” (pretty sure this is another instance of dissociation)

“How can I be with other people and still feel so alone?” (that’s because loneliness has nothing to do with how crowded a certain place is and more to do with feelings of alienation)

Either way the stream ends with Niki and Ranboo helping Tommy out with the bridge a bit and that’s it!

“‘Please speak to Tubbo’? My time with Tubbo is come and gone. He had weeks to come and visit me. He chose- he chose against it. And that’s okay... that’s okay” (we have a second time fram indicating that it’s now been definitely over 2 weeks in their time, considering the last time we got one it had been 13 days)

I reckon the next post will be 3 streams together (since the Mexican Dream and the Drista one are... mostly non-canon and I don’t remember Quackity’s visit being too serious) and then I’ll make one on the final one and that’ll be it, I'm pretty sure...

#tommyinnit #ranboo #long post #my post #tw suicidal thoughts #exile arc #character analysis #tw abuse mention #oh boy can't believe I'm almost done here...#ngl this is a hard one to re-watch #but I'm still of the opinion that the exile arc was the best arc

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THE FINAL MANHUNT

I’m still sad I missed it live BUT IM GOING TO WRITE MY REACTION ANYWAY

Live reaction

I’m really scared if Dream looses or not. It’s gg either way but like, I have my favorites and I want him to win I’m not afraid to admit that fuck you

MINECRAFT MANHUNT IN REAL LIFE?!

If they add Bad to the irl manhunt he’s going to be screwed. Or maybe not Dream ran from the police that one time.

OH FUCK OFF WITH THE SMALL PERCENTAGE SHIT /j he deserves 30 mil

Was it George who punched him out? Lmao they’re so dumb with the routine circle. THE CIRCLE BOYS

YEAH DOO DOO DOO IS BACK

DREAM THAT WAS TOO FUCKING CLOSE

GEORGE LMAO

All that for one piece of dirt

Antfrost my beloved, carrying this team as usual and going and getting DIAMONDS

I think Sam is with him too

Why would he tower? Does he have feather falling or something? I don’t remember

LOOK AT MY FULL DIAMOND BOYS

Me: How is he going to get out? Oh no is he going to die! The video: You have an hour left bitch

But what if the video lies

Sapnap my beloved

Okay he did not just did a bedwars move and say he’s forniting never mind Sapnap my beloathed /j

HOLY SHIT

Disney Princess Dream make a comeback and get the dolphins

AHH THATS SO SMART TO GET THE AIR BACK

AHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAH THATS SO SMART

Aw but it didn’t last long enough

AHAH THEY MEMED DREAM

EEEEE AXOLTO :D

GettheaxoltogettheaxoltogettheaxoltoPLEASE

I’m so nervous for NO REASON I HAVE 45 MINUTES LEFT

But what if they see him and kill him

DONT UNSHIFT

Okay happy music I’m safe now

NO MORE HAPPY MUSIC PIRATE MUSIC NOW

HALF A HEART.

George lol

LMAO THESE IDIOTS(affectionate)

SAPNAP SHUT THE FUCK UP/j

George hacks during manhunts manhunts stage proof /j /j /j

GEORGE LMAO

Dream and Ghasts are best friends :) They always help him

He is staying way too long on one heart pls eat

FINALLY

AHAHAHAH

YEEEEAAAAH SOUL SAND BOOTS BABY

“He fell he sucks!” I love them

….. E A T

The way I froze when he looked up and saw them

“AH LAVA!” And then they all stepped in the lava

I am so tensed rn and this music is not helping

F I N A L L Y

A HAAHA GEORGE

And todays trick was brought to you by TikTok

HERE WE GO BABAYYY DRAGON TIME

END CITY A G A I N?! WINGS, 2!!!

Wait. WAIT

NO. WAY

Oh my god. I have no idea what’s going to happen

What is going oooooon

This is so trippy with how they’re in the void

HOLY FUCK

THE DRAGON YOU IDIOT

Oh my god he’s going to loose

WAIT

OH MY GOD

YES YES YES

YEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSS

FINAL THOUGHTS

Oh my god. Oh my god this was so good. This hits extra hard because I found Dream through his manhunts, like a lot of people but still, oh that was so satisfactory. I know how we keep talking about how every manhunt feels like a movie, but this one did feel like a full fledge movie. Especially at the end where I had no idea what was going to happen?! Oh my god.

This was such a great series, I’m sad to see it go but man what a way to end it. It’s obviously not going to fully end, but this felt like a satisfactory goodbye and I loved every second of it. Thank you to the whole manhunt care for this series, and I can’t wait to see what they do in the future

#uni talks about the universe #mcyt #dream #dreamwastaken #sapnap #georgenotfound #antfrost #badboyhalo #awesamdude #Minecraft manhunt #THE FINAL MANHUNT #IM SO SAD #I CANT WAIT TO SEE THE AWESOME ART #IT WAS SO FUCKING AWESOME #OH THAT WAS WONDERFUL TO WATCH

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desthesleepdeprivedwriter · 3 years

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Book #4

18 months, 2 weeks, and 4 days.

That was the time Fundy spent away from what used to be his home.

He did his best to not look, to just come back and focus on his past relationships, trying to reconnect with his last family member and former friends. Fundy just wanted to be good, feel welcomed, and part of something again.

It took him 3 hits, the fox once again staring at his destroyed dirt building, to understand the message. He wasn’t wanted there.

Fundy packed what was left, holding his enderchest close, and walked away from the cabin that stood in the middle of the snow. He wished he wasn’t crying, his tears slowly freezing just brought a sharp pain on his cheeks. The Nether, for the first time, felt like a blessing as the hellish heat warmed his shivering body.

There was this weird thing about Fundy, whenever he was lost in thoughts, his body just made the decisions for him. His feet wandered to wherever they wanted as if they were the ones on command when the brain was too busy focusing on problems and pain. The hands were still keeping the enderchest safe during the journey across the red plains and ghast explosions.

Walk, walk, walk. Netherrack, stone brick, obsidian, wood, grass.

Nothing.

Fundy was pulled back from his gloomy thoughts as he fell in the crater, the sudden lack of floor leaving him dazed. He managed to fall in one of the waterfalls, still hitting the bedrock with a painful thump.

He cried to himself, getting on his knees and looking around so he could at least know where the fuck he had fallen into. Fundy felt all his body going numb as he saw the big flag. He was back home. The red vines took over, and the fox did the best to avoid it when he turned his back to it and climbed all the way back. When at the top, his feet didn’t obey him.

He just wanted to leave, but he walked around the crater and climbed what used to be a hill, and crossed the arc that used to have a door. Fundy stood there, in the middle of his destroyed house. First, the bombing sounds. They were loud and made Fundy cover his ears trying to escape it, escape his own memories. Then…. He heard water.

Fundy looked around and almost could remember how his house used to be. The crane right next to it, the wishing well… and the sewers.

He stared at the destroyed hill and the big hole that took the place of his dead father’s house, sitting at its edge. Nothing was saved. The declaration, the diary, the ballot… Gone. All their history just completely…

There was a chest.

Right there, partially burned and destroyed, but still firmly stuck between 3 rocks, almost impossible to see unless for this specific angle. Fundy slowly built his way to reach it, mining the rock that kept the chest closed and cracking it open. Just 4 books were hidden there, and Fundy knew 2 of them really well. Both the diary and Ghostbur’s memories felt heavy in his hands, he knew all the words there almost entirely. The other was a strange one, filled with a tale he never heard about, telling stories of an empire that Fundy quickly dismissed.

The last one was deep in the chest, making Fundy almost enter it so he could get it. I was dusty, and clearly with a lot of use. The fox didn’t remember about this one, maybe it was the last one Ghostbur managed to get before the explosion. Fundy opened it, out of curiosity, and felt a shiver go down his spine.

The writer was clearly desperate when they put their thoughts on the paper. The scribbles were messy, some even escaping lines and being written diagonally. Some were drafting over other phrases and some parts were just unreadable, covered by a big ink stain. Fundy wasn't even sure if it was English, the 'letters' looking more like hieroglyphs than the normal alphabet. How did Ghostbur find this? Fundy flipped more pages, finally getting to a page there was something he could read.

“DO NOT FORGET”

Fundy’s heartbeat gets faster as he reads the last word. He put his enderchest right next to the one chest he was looking in, searching for his photo album. He quickly passed through an old family photo, he and Niki as kids, everyone posing under the L’manberg flag… He and Ranboo in front of the ice cream stall they’d built for the festival. Fundy flipped the photo, seeing the two phrases written behind it.

“Can’t live without you, Ranboo”

“I can’t forget Fundy :)”

The man aligned both ‘forget’s, comparing them.

Same calligraphy.

Ranboo wrote this book.

Fundy just read everything he could, having a hard time trying to understand what was possible to be understood. There was stuff about memory, enderwalkers, and he was almost sure he saw something about Doomsday. Fundy was quick in leaving the crater, holding the book while running his way back to the snow biome. He needed to ask about this, and he wanted answers.

In the end, he didn’t need to cross the entire nether. Ranboo was right next to Tommy’s house, staring at a couple of flowers.

“Ranboo!” Fundy called, rushing towards his (former?) friend. “Ranboo, I have this… Damn, I need you to-”

Ranboo turned, and Fundy was frozen.

He could still breathe, his chest moving as his breath started to become erratic. His ears were pressed on top of his head, his tail all puffy as his animal instincts took over and kept telling him to run, but his legs were stuck, and he could only watch as the tall figure walked in his direction.

That was not his Ranboo.

The static noises got louder as it approached Fundy, still staring in the eyes of the terrified fox. It inclines and sets a shadow over him, one hand moving and picking up the book Fundy was still holding by his side.

“⏁⊑⏃⋏☍ ⊬⍜⎍ ⎎⍜⍀ ⏁⊑⟒ ⏚⍜⍜☍, ⟟ ⍙⏃⌇ ⌰⍜⍜☍⟟⋏☌ ⎎⍜⍀ ⟟⏁.”

It opened a smile, teleporting away right after and leaving a terrified fox behind, shivering and paralyzed as he stood in between the various alliums surrounding him.

Support/commission me here!

#commission #dream smp #writing #enderspeak #:]#fundy #ranboo

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dont-doubt-dopple · 3 years

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Puppets on Crimson String - Chapter 2

Chapter Summary - One never puts all their eggs in one basket. And besides, Test Subject #1 was a lot more useful in other areas of the agenda that determining a much needed answer to a lingering question of mine. No, The Champion was much closer to Test Subject #3 and thus was ideal for the proposed experiment.

Results - Conclusive.

A/N - Hi! I'm finally back one dragon fight later. Honestly I didn't think it would happen this soon and thought it was a more finale thing, but that's fine. Canon-convergent for the win! But just for people who are not caught up, you DO NOT need to be caught up to the dragon fight to enjoy this. You just need to know the nightmares and the Scott lore dump from his Episode 13. Hope you still enjoy it!

CW: Demonic Possession, Zalgo Text (Translation right after), blood, minecraft death

Chapter 1

AO3 Link

Chapter 2 - Plushie Pals Gone Demonic

“We are not using my head.”

“C’mon Scott, please?!” Katherine’s eyes turned into big wide pleading ones from across the table, but Scott very easily ignored it. He had known her long enough to not fall for it and let her get her way in slaughtering him. Repeatedly.

“I don’t care that it would be a limited edition plushie; I barely let you kill me to solidify our alliance. I’m not letting you murder me for profit.”

“I wasn’t going to murder you.” She tried to shrug off. “I mean, I kind of was for some of them but that would be boring. I had another idea.” Scott raised an eyebrow, but not in confusion. He knew Katherine too well at the point to fall for anything she could try and plan.

“Did this “idea” involve me just shooting myself with my bow repeatedly?” Katherine’s face turned into that guilty one that made people in the various kingdoms think she was chaotic evil. It was the chaotic guilty look.

“Maybe.” The word was barely off her lips before Scott lightly smacked her.

“Katherine~~” It was the drawn out playful tone Scott very often used with his friends in fake annoyance. “You need to be less predictable and pick a better limited plushie.”

“Fine!” She groaned. “You have any better ideas, Scott?” The emphasis was on his name but the two of them were already snickering, having fun and not taking anything really seriously.

The two had definitely become a lot closer after the last Plushie Pals venture. Besides, Katherine’s bounding brightness and optimism just gave Scott the chance to really … relax. He was never that cold, foreign elven ruler destined to save the world in House Blossom. He was just … Scott Smajor. Who also just so happened to be the ruler of Rivendell.

“Maybe … oh, maybe we can do a Nether mobs run. Or like endermen, that be cool.” Scott noticed Katherine tensed up at the idea, which seemed unusual for her. She was only really against killing sheep, not stuff like Ghasts and Hoglins. It was weird … but he brushed it off for the time being. “What were you thinking?”

“I still want to do people’s heads.” She said, before quickly turning her back to Scott. But the Rivendell leader caught it, the red that leaked down from the top of her irises. “I don’t think … we can’t do Sausage, he’s too common. Maybe Shubble’s head, I don’t think anyone has it yet.”

“Katherine, we can’t just go around killing people for their heads.”

“What’s stopping m̷̠͐e̷̦͝?̵̽͜” (me)

The last word made Scott freeze. That wasn’t Katherine’s voice; it wasn’t the joyous optimism or the friendly aggressiveness he was used to. That last single word, still partly laced with her voice, seemed to twist on itself and creep into every nook and cranny of your eardrums. It had to be Xornoth’s voice in her and that meant Xornoth was in her. Was he … should he reveal what he knows? The knowledge of the book and the ruins was fresh in his mind but … this was his ally. He was scared that if he tried to fight he’d hurt her while not even touching Xornoth. And honestly? If he could get Xornoth to underestimate him could make the fight a lot easier when it came time. But this … this was not the time. Their battle wasn’t going to be here.

“I said … w̵͓̆h̷̢͊a̸̬͒t̴̹͝’̶͉͊s̷͚̉ ̴̱͂ś̸̲ț̴̔ǒ̵̹p̵̛̯͌ṕ̷̳̺ȋ̶̳n̶̙͍̆̀g̶̲̼͛ ̸͚͐̊m̴̯͔̈ę̷̙́,̸̮͎̀ C̷͍̻̫̪͝͝h̵͔̤͈͋̓ą̷̀̇̽̚m̵̬̄̋̏p̶̨͉̈̚i̵̯̦͔͆o̵͕̦̙͉͋̐́̑n̶̦̳͈̯͝?̶̟̪̗̺͌̒͝” (what’s stopping me, Champion?) Katherine turned around as she spoke again, this time with writing seeming to fade onto the surface of her skin. Black inky letters in the language of the ancients, that despite not reading it actively in a while Scott was still able to decipher quickly. Death to Aeor, Power to Exor. And her eyes, her soft pastel eyes, were now a deep Scarlet red that made pretending to be afraid much easier.

“I’m sorry, Champi … what is happening right now?” One step back at a time, carefully trying to conceal his movements towards the door. It was strategy now, trying to be close enough to the door before Xornoth strikes. He had to remember that’s who he was dealing with now just … in his allies’ body. “Who are you and where’s Katherine??”

“Ÿ̸̮̟́̔͌͜ó̵̮̩͙̭ų̴̛̲̥͈͌͋̀̌͐ ̸̢̺̞̺͍̬̎̓͆k̶̡̡͕͓̞̬̐̎ͅn̶̙̣̠̻̥̟̭͛͒̈́̓ơ̵̬̂͒̍̅̀̇w̸͇̓̂̚̚ ̴͓̅̅̾̆̾̎͝ẅ̸̢͈̺̜́̅̎h̵̘̗͎́́o̸͚̝̿̏̎̋̔̀ ̴̯̟̯̥̙̥̉̆̂́̓̀͘Ị̷̂͊ ̷̡̛̙͉͚̊̈́̃̀͐̋ȁ̸̫̈́͗̑m̵̳̽̆͌͌̐͝,̶̮̠͈͚̼͉̐͊̕͠ ̷̱̩͚͉̞̅͂A̷̳̜͔̳̻͌ͅl̵̜̻̓̎̉̓̂̊i̵̲̓̃̉̏͝n̷̲̪͕̤͕̫̿͆̀̈́̅͝a̵̡͕̭̲͙͗̈̆͐̃͌̓ͅr̸̝̾̿͑̋̆.̶̧̖̗̫̱͕̂̒̓̅̅.” (You know who I am, Alinar) No, Nope, he can’t acknowledge that he knows that he wass Alinar. Scott can’t acknowledge that it’s his past life, even if his face twists as the word escapes from a voice that sounds less like Katherine at every word. Xornoth probably already knows, but even if it was just for him, it was nice to pretend for just a little longer.

“I … My name isn’t Alinar.” Scott’s foot hit the wood of the door just as Katherine’s face twisted into a malicious smile.

“L̵̖͝ï̴̙̰͚̲͓̘̗̏̍͆̈̋ȧ̵͚̻̠̬̤̩̼̰͍͋͆̿̓̽̇͝͝r̶̖͔̬̒̎̏̈͆̂̊̒.” (Liar.)

Katherine vanished in front of Scott, who rushed out through the door at the same moment. Based on other’s accounts, he knew Xornoth wasn’t going to let him out of here without some kind of fight. So he folded up his wings for them to rest underneath his chest plate. His sword was in his hands as he tried to look around for Xornoth in Katherine. The flowers around him felt still as his head whipped from angle to angle. He doubt Xornoth would let him get ANY sort of advantage; he doubted it won’t show itself before it was ready. He watched as the area he could see around him quickly shrunk so that Scott could only see a small area of space around him. Of course, when Exor was involved, the fight wasn’t going to be fair. He felt his legs move on autopilot, backing up trying to find the building he had just left, or any for that matter. Less angles of attack, the better. He closed his eyes, muttering under his breath a quick prayer to Aeor.

“Y̴̱̾̈́̓̑̈́͝o̷͔͍̣̫͌̊͜u̶̞̺̲͠r̵̛̻̫̲͕̹͖̾͐̌̐̌̎ ̷̧̣̼̦͉͊G̸̨̛̳͔̭̱̙̾̎́͛o̴̫̿͐d̷̬̂̂̓͋̐̌̀͛ ̵̝̭͇̪͖͔̞̈́̔̐̏̊̒̐̕w̵͚͎̽̽̄̎͂̏̕ȍ̶̞̥̯͕͂̌͆͒̋̈́̒ņ̴̛̝̯̋͆̉'̵̡͔̤̬̲̲͘t̷͚͇̟͐ ̶̡̪̥̽̎s̴̲͙͑̑̈́̀̿ä̷̧̖̰̙̜͈̏́̿͆̋̃v̶̠͍͇̹͚͓̄͒̍͝e̷̛̺̾́͛͐̏̓ ̷̮̀y̴̥͐o̵̧̡̦͖̮̍͐̐̎̋͐ù̶̥͈͓̌ ̶̨̍́̑͝n̷̬̪̰̐͜o̸̢̺̥͇̬̤͓͆͌̕͝w̴̝͂͐͗.̸̡̗͕͕̜͋̈́.” (Your God won’t save you now) There was still a tiny bit of Katherine’s voice, but almost all of it had been tainted now by Exor’s champion. He opened his eyes and his vision was clear, watching as Xornoth approached causally in Katherine’s skin. He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to still be blind or not, either way he pretended not to see his adversary.

“It's a comfort thing mainly. It’s like you constantly lying to yourself that this is a war you’ll win.” Xornoth laughed, purely it this time, as Scott felt his feet grow heavier with each step back until he felt immovable.

“T̴̞̼͗h̸̪̎͋̄͛̈́͐̿͂͐ͅẽ̵͈̪͎͖̣͐́͋̋̅ ̵̹͎̊̓̓͐w̴̟̳̘̃̈́̿o̷̮̐͐͗͋̕͠r̴̮͓̻̰̞͇͑͆͒̂̉̔͆̉l̶͓̑̈́̒ḓ̶͔̍̉́̄̐̎ ̷͇̏̀͂̓͂͘w̵̼̼̟̼͕̉̃͂ḯ̷̡̢̨̮͙̣͍̐̃̆̀͑̆͠͝l̴͎̘̥͋͋̌̋̀͂͂͘͠ļ̷̙̰̈́͆̎͑́͊ ̶̡̛̖̦̩̹͐̈̚̚͜͜͝ͅb̸̬̖͋̋̍̀͛͑̿̐ẹ̵̡̨̭̘͍̬͕̳͕͌̎̀͛̇̂̕̕ ̶͖̥̦̠̯̽̈́͊̀̉̂͝͠m̵̛̪̣̘͖̼̮̭̰̉̎̋͛̏̉͌̽̈́i̴͓̥̘̓͗̊͝͠ͅn̶̩͉̐e̷̡̛̜̤̣͓̬̪̘̼̮͋̎.” (The world will be mine) Xornoth took that moment to strike, throwing Katherine’s body toward him with her sword. It looked wrong in its twisted hands, red creeping down the blade to overpower the natural pastels. Scott quickly blocked with his own blade and held the other champion off. He was naturally stronger than her, but even without full power it was still strong enough to push Katherine’s blade closer and closer to his throat. “E̸͉͎̬̋̐̓̃͝m̸͖̭̝̏͋͆ͅͅp̵̱͎̟̪͕͝i̴̡͓͚̥̠̇̋̃ř̵̫̦͖̼ȩ̷̭͕͔̺̀͐s̵̻͛̿̕ ̸̘͕̅ẘ̵̖̠̏i̷̛̊͝ͅl̶̨̮̪̰͕̽̈́̽̈̓l̷̻͙̦̝̊̔̕ ̵̟͕̬̳̓f̴͈̘̼͙̥̃̀͝â̴̧͚̠͘l̴̨̺̓̿̎͜l̴̲̺̯̣͆̂̎̑,̴̛̠̔͛̄̂ͅ ̸̢̘̏̎ś̵̯̻̝̒͠t̸̜̃a̸̧͋̊̚r̶̘͒̋̔ṱ̵͋̿̓͂i̷̡̳̦̙͌́n̸͍̳͍͍͘ǵ̴̨͕ ̷̧̡͚̱̱͗̀͌͆w̸̹͗ī̷̧͔͎͈̕t̵̡͚̟̗̫͗́h̵̺͚̰͌̊ͅ Rivendell.” (Empires will fall, starting with Rivendell)

“I will stop you.” Scott focused his energy into his off hand as his main hand reached down into his inventory. He knew what he had to do but he didn’t like that this was the option he’s going with.

“Y̵̖͙̪̘̐o̵̝̣̱̥̞̽̅͜u̷̥͍̒ ̸̧͍̦̰̬͕̳̓̍̐̉͛̀͑̚w̴̜̜̤͓̦͋̈́͋̚į̸̌l̵̰͖̺̂̏͌̕l̶̗̝̺̻̤̬̝͕̿̽̆͑̈́͝ ̶̨̛͔̤̘̤̤̙͐̍̊̿́̀͜ť̵͕̳͙̠̩̍̇̾̿̃̚ȓ̸̗̻͇͔̈͋̽̄̅̉͘y̴̬͍͑̉̑͗̚͘,̷̰̱̠̥̑ ̷͔̪̹̖̓͗̎͐͝ͅM̴̛̟̗̻̬̣̪͇͒͛ō̵̧͚̣͍̖̿͗͑͌͌͆r̴̠̼͎̮̖̆t̴̺͖̟̯̩͔̥͋̓̆͜͠ä̸̡̡̙͈̘́̈̀́̄̃̆͠l̷̗̬͕̲̦̄̎̇̓̆̑̍̉.” (You will try, Mortal)

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, loud enough for Xornoth to hear though as his hand gripped a familiar handle.

“F̷̦͙̠͓̅̾́̄̅ó̷̼͖̣̐̏̂̾͑ͅr̵͚̲̥͆̐̀́̉͌̾ ̸̲̯̗̜͌̒̓͐̓ẘ̵̹͘͝h̸̘͎̊͊ḁ̵͙̹̼̪͕̹̈͊͗̌̑t̷̬͕̝̲͎͔̍́̏͘̕͝?̴̨̛͎̹͈̮͔̿̋̍̈́̿͝” (For what?) The blade was almost at his neck now; he could feel the pressure try to break his skin. Katherine’s face once again smiled, twisted into something Scott wished he wasn’t able to recognize.

“To Katherine.” He gripped his ax tighter as he pulled it out of his inventory and drove it into her stomach, right between the breaks of her invisible armor. Scott watched as the life in her skin quickly faded, turning her into the puppet she currently was. He turned to look at Xornoth, watching next to him in his usual form.

“Cold as always, Aeor.” It spoke in Elvish.

The Champion looked back at Katherine quickly before responding back in Elvish, “Manipulative as always, Exor.”

“To each their own, brother.”

“You know this isn’t our fight. Not now, not in these forms.” He seemed to gesture to Katherine and himself at the statement.

“I’m aware. I just needed … an answer to a question.” It seemed to smirk at the frustration on his face. “About the Champion, about how much he knows.”

“More than you realize.”

“I’m aware. A clever one, as always. Of course, I will outsmart you when the time come.”

“I await the day. See you again when the time comes.”

“And many times before, but not a moment after. I’ll make sure of it.”

“As will I.”

The time around seemed to come back to life the moment Xornoth left the Overgrown. Scott didn’t like to do this, but he quickly pulled his axe out of his … shell of a friend.

“I’ll fix this.” He whispered to her as he lowered her body to the ground. “I’ll get the real you back; promise.” He looked at her, eyes full of remorse before finally removing his chest plate. He took a nearby flower and placed it at her head before silently taking off into the sky, leaving only an empty puppet and the death message behind.

<Katherineeliz> was slain by <Smajor1995> using [Rivendell Axe]

#empires smp fanfic #empires smp #Not tagging main ccs but I know Scott will still see this #Xornoth #mcyt #Puppets on Crimson String #fanfic #empiressmp #canon convergent #dopple work

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maximumwrites · 3 years

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before i begin, i would just like to say THE IDEA FOR THIS STORY IS NOT MINE!!! I GOT THE MAIN IDEA FOR THE PLOTLINE FROM @aressss1 (if you would like for me to take this down, please dm, and i’d be glad to!)

now, let’s get into it!

summary; you go on a journey through the nether for the purpose of reaching a fortress, but in the end earn something more valuable then anything that may have been in the fortress.

The heat was excruciating. Sweat soaked through your clothes in the most uncomfortable way possible. The mugginest made it almost impossible for you to breathe had it not been for your avian lungs, specialized for high altitudes and heightened canine senses.

You wiped your brow once more letting out a sigh. How exactly did anything live in this hell hole of a realm? There were so many creatures that lived here similar to a hybrid like yourself, piglins, striders, ghasts….piglins.. Regardless, there were too many.

Living in the overworld as a hybrid must be a lot easier, you thought. Fellow humans to walk amongst, and half-family to learn from, while hybrids here in the Nether had to suffer with their animalistic brethren, leaving their human roots behind. In the overworld you learned how to read, how to write, how to locate your way home through the stars. But learning amongst your other roots, you learned what plants to eat, when meat is rotten. Different howls at night, and what they mean. And your avian routes, what winds are best for flight, meaning of clouds, and how to navigate the world through the heavens.

After hours of wandering, frequently checking your map of the fortress you bought, or more so bribed from local villagers, you took a break on a netherrack, double checking that it wasn't a magma rock that would leave you icing your butt for days. What to do, what to do… Opening up the small side bag you carried with you everywhere, you dug around for your canteen. Praise the lords there- it's empty. “Shit…” you muttered to yourself, already standing up and summoning obsidian from your inventory.

After 5 minutes of mumbling curses under your breath and struggling with your flint and steel, you finally managed to light the portal. Gingerly putting the tip of your wing through, watching it disappear was still such a weird concept to you.

This was your first Nether trip, alone that is. Raised out of pity by villagers when you were dumped in the town square, you would take frequent commissions in order to pay your rent. Some of which included venturing to the Nether, accompanied that is. This, however was your first time unaccompanied, deemed the right age to be on your own. Just thinking about it made you roll your eyes.

Fully stepping through the portal, you fell out, stomach a mess from the swirling particles. After taking a few seconds to ensure your lunch wasn’t lost to the violent swirling behind you, you took an assessment of the sweet smelling forest. That is, compared to the soot covered hell you just left.

You couldn't help but take a deep breath of the fresh oxygen, followed by smaller sniffs, testing the forest for any predators that may leap on you at any moment. The fur covering your tail and feather coated wings stood up to intimidate anyone; or anything nearby, but you sensed nothing. However, there was a sooty smell still lingering, which you shrugged off, blaming it on the residue from the sooty hell you had just left. Just thinking about it made you shiver, urging you to get far away from the portal, and search out fresh water.

Now, this is when your avian roots come in handy. Taking in a quick breath, you spurred your wings out and lifted off. The feeling was still foregin, the lightness in your lungs, and the weightlessness of your bones. Your human instincts screamed in your ears to get back on the ground, but as usual, you let the wind drown out their familiar cries. The air here was different from back home, you thought. Traveling in the Nether really is worth it. You can't help but chuckle and shake your head at these thoughts. Realizing nobody is around, you feel a sense of embarrassment, what a weirdo chuckling to yourself midair.

The air cooled down your skin, and removed the soot still clinging onto your sweat drenched clothes. Ensuring you didn't stray too far from the portal, you finally came across a small creek, running quick enough to get water without dangers of bacteria (something you learned from your fleet-footed furry friends.)

Scooping up water into your canteen and even more to drink at the present time, you sure did spend some time there, just resting. Maybe I should set up camp here… you slowly began to drift off, mind slowing down and muscles relaxing in the more familiar environment. But right as you finally closed your eyes, your ears twitched. Humming in response, too out of it to think straight, you merely rolled over, not even thinking of what may have caused it. Not until the crinkle of leaves just nearby, too loud to be a mere rodent. This time, you fully sat up, a low growl in the back of your throat, fur & feathers standing up on high ends. You scrambled to your feet, summoning your bow swiftly in one hand, and your dull yet much needed dagger in the other. Tucking the latter into your belt and the former notched with a poison arrow, your arms shuddered with nerves. Of course, you thought, the first time I'm on my own I get killed.

Breathing as softly as possible, you survey the area, sniffing to see if you can smell anyone nearby. Perhaps the dusty, sour scent of an enderman, or the rotting of a zombie's flesh. Instead, all you can smell is a faint whiff of that damn hellscape. You thought you lost the scent in your high speed flight, or even in the quick bath you took in the stream. Yet, it still lingered. This time, it had the faint scent of rotting, and the sickly sweet smell of gold.

Your brain, now fully awake, searched through all the possibilities. There's no way that any mob would have followed me, only humans and endermen can cross in between realms. And even if it was an enderman, it would still smell of the end- before your brain could continue its ramble, it was interrupted by yet another shuffle in the brush nearby. Followed by a soft; squeal? It sounded like a pig to a slaughter, only much softer and lower of pitch. Could it be a child? Maybe another human?

Shaking yourself out of your thoughts, you re-aimed your faintly shimmering bow, now towards the brush that seemed to be making noises. Slowly approaching, walking so softly that even your heightened senses couldn't hear your advances, you opted to use one hand and push away the brush.

What you found did nothing but leave you dazed and confused, unaware of what you were getting yourself into.

thank you for reading all the way through! i intend to post the next part within the next 2 days, as i already have it finished. if you have any tips for me, please feel free to share!

~max

#techno x reader #mcyt #mcyt x reader #dsmp techno #x reader #series #fanfic

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whoaiminactivenowwepa · 3 years

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His Dark Materials - Æsahættr - Messy thoughts

[MASSIVE HDM SPOILERS (DUUUH)]

- Oh sht I forgot that the cliff ghasts can communicate

- Pantalaimon low key flirting with Will tho

- "Sez you, rabbit" Dear god I live for every little interaction Lee and Hester have left together

- Mary is supposed to be playing the serpent in the genesis story, but the beautiful irony is how she's easily the kindest and warmest female parental figure here. Honestly, at least one healthy parental figure doesn't have to die in this series 😒

- Paula clearly wants a goodbye hug pleeeaaase

- Literally any time someone mentions Roger in this show, me or my sis or both of us go "ROGEEEERRR"

- Geezus, what right do these witches have to be so beautiful

- Hol up, did Marisa purposefully use the spectres to scare her monkey?? Geez look, I know the golden monkey is a bitch but I really can't help but pity him.

- "All I've learned is that we make mistakes. I don't want to make a mistake with either of these people."

I really wonder how Lyra will react to Lee's death in a 3rd season. One thing I like that the show has done is remind us how Will and Lyra are still only children that have no idea what they're doing, much less what they're getting themselves into. I can imagine her blaming herself or the alethiometer again for being unable to help him, just as she did for Roger before.

- I can't believe this show just did the damn "Run." *beat drops* meme on this scene, I stg

- Had an interesting conversation with my lil sister about that scene with Marisa and the monkey and we came to the conclusion that she just kicked her own ass.

- I also couldn't help but imagine Ruth acting with Bryan for when she goes down on all fours to touch the monkey and it's a beautiful image

- LEE'S HAT :'((((((((

- I don't remember Lee and Hester's interactions leading up to his death being this heartbreaking. Hester being overwhelmed at Lee's head getting grazed and blaming herself baby noooo (〒_〒 )

- LEE'S THEME PLAYING AS HE CALLS FOR SERAFINA JWIDHAJDHH STOOOOOP

- THE CONCERN IN LYRA'S FACE WHEN SHE TELLS SERAFINA TO GO TO LEE,,,,, BABY GIRL I'M SO SORRY FOR YOUR COWBOY BALLOON PAPA. HE TRULY DESERVED SO MUCH BETTER LQKDNS

- Hold up tho, there's no way Marisa managed to travel all the way to where Lyra was that quickly. Don't tell me she rode on the spectres or some sht

- "And then we go home?"

"...And then we go home."

I've fuggin had it with this episode man

- Okay so I was wrong about the possibility of Jopari surviving the season, but at least it was easily a major improvement from how he dies in the books. Bye-bye, Juta Kamainen. I won't miss you 👋

- I FORGOT HOW MANY PEOPLE DIE AT THE END OF THE BOOK DEAR GOD

- SHE PUT HER IN A SUITCASE??? MARISA FUGGIN SMUGGLED LYRA IN A SUITCASE?????

- Serafina Pekkala must be having such a bad day. She couldn't save Lee in time and has to be the one to bear the bad news to his best friend. And then she's probably going to come back to the base to find two dead bodies and a missing Lyra

- Why do we get no gay angels this season and have to watch the Wholesome Papa Duo™ die, but Lord Asriel gets to fuggin live wtf

- Stelmaria is really pretty tho and I missed her

- I love how Dafne is referred to as "Ms Keen" here in the end credits too, that's so cute

- ROGEEEERRR AFTER THE END CREDITS BEBEYYYY

- WE'RE NOT GETTING A SEASON 3 FOR AT LEAST ANOTHER 2 YEARS FUUUU >:((((

#his dark materials #spoilers #his dark materials spoilers #lyra silvertongue #lee scoresby #will parry #john parry #marisa coulter #serafina pekkala #messy thoughts

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a-problematic-writer · 3 years

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For a writing request, how about Jesse and Aiden sparring for funsies? Maybe after Season 2 when he's trying to make amends?

I was saving this request for last as a treat, but I've decided to just write it because my head is filled with nothing but Aiden and Jesse. The brainrot is real </3

Aiden has two favorite days of the week. Saturday because the bookstore gives out free volumes of old classics and Thursday because he gets to hangout with Jesse.

That was still new; hanging out with Jesse.

They weren't friends, per se. Though, he supposed two people who see each other on a weakly basis must be something more than mere acquaintances. She was still a dork. That hadn't changed, not much at least. He could tell the 'hero-in-residence' thing was dragging her down. She seemed more tired now then he could ever remember.

That's why they did this. Every Thursday Jesse got a well needed break and Aiden got an excuse not to stay at home alone.

[Home didn't know of his deeds in Sky City. Many didn't remember him at all. Some knew him as an old friend of Lukas' but nothing more. Still, Aiden wanted to stay to himself as often as he could. The last thing he wanted was attention.]

Today, Jesse had wanted to do something different. With Petra off on her own, she had lost a valuable sparring partner and had recruited him as her new one to keep herself from 'growing too soft'.

[He doubted Jesse could grow soft. She'd built up a lot of muscle during the New Order's heyday and was far stronger then he was even before prison.]

He agreed only because of Jesse's insistence that it would be fun. That she could show him the ropes. Aiden was a fair swordsman but admittedly was better at running then actually fighting.

He walks into the order hall and finds Radar sitting at the desk. He smiles at him, waving him forward.

"Hey! Jesse was just asking for you."

"She was?"

The younger male nods, pushing his glasses up. "She's in the training room. Go on in."

Aiden nods and walks past Radar and through the door that leads into the orders main living quarters. The place is still a bit daunting, but he knows his way around enough to only get lost once.

When he enters the training room, he finds Jesse there testing out a new sword she'd been gifted by Stella. It's an intricately forged blade of iron with jewels in the hilt. Definitely more ornamental then functional, but Jesse isn't one to burst someone's bubble like that. She's able to wield any sword with a finesse that is hard not to admire.

It occurs to him that he should have announced his presence right after she looks over her shoulder. A smile graces her features.

"I thought someone came in!"

She sets the sword in the weapon rack and crosses over to him. She's dressed in a loose-fitting t-shirt and sweatpants. Dark brown hair pulled into a tight ponytail. Her eyes have dark bags under them. He wonders if she's slept at all this week.

"How are you?"

Aiden shrugs. "I'm alright. How about you miss 'hero-in-residence'?"

"I'm fine," she answers. "a little tired but I had to finish the budget for the new apartment."

"We could do something more chill than train?"

"Absolutely not!" she jabs a finger into his chest. "You're not chickening out of sparring with me."

Aiden frowns. Perhaps his motives aren't entirely all based on care for Jesse, he's already certain his ego will be bruised, but he also doesn't want the woman to overexert herself.

"I just want to make sure you're~"

"I think you just know I'm better than you."

Her eyes are a light with a mischievous glint Aiden hasn't seen before. That usual spark lights in his chest. He will not be called second rate when he hasn't even given it a try.

"You think you are, but I'm pretty sure we both know I can hold my own."

Jesse grins. It's warm, no trace of malice in it. "Come on then! Show me what you got!"

She grabs his hand and tugs him towards the weapons rack grabbing two training swords. Aiden can feel his mouth growing dry already. He grips the sword tightly. It's been so long since he held one...

Jesse readies herself wooden blade drawn. Aiden frowns at her. He couldn't get himself out of this now. He mirrors her stance. They circle each other momentarily. Neither quite sure whether they should be the first to strike.

Jesse makes the first move slashing towards him. Aiden barely blocks the blow, stumbling back just slightly. He steadies himself and tries to remember the pointers he got from Gabriel so long ago.

Stand firm, move unpredictably, and never yield.

He knows Jesse's going to take advantage of his stumble so he cuts to the side. It only confuses her a moment but by the time she's turning on him he slashes at her. She parries it just barely.

"Cute trick!"

She swings and their swords catch. He puts as much strength as he can into pushing her back. She stumbles and he lunges forward swinging once then twice. She blocks both.

Aiden's breath is already becoming stilted. Jesse looks fine. If not a bit stunned. Aiden can't help the smirk.

He slashes at her again, she parries, and their blades lock again. Her gaze is firm and doesn't move from his. This is familiar to Aiden. Too familiar.

The training room gives way to the rain slick cobblestone extension of Sky City. He can smell the smoke in the air, feel the electricity that sizzles with each lightning strike, the cold rain that dampens his hair and makes it fall into his eyes. Ghasts screech, people scream, his own heartbeat pounds in his ears. Anger flashes red hot.

He freezes. Horrified.

Jesse pushes him back and he loses his balance, landing hard on the floor.

The training room bleeds back in. Aiden tries to even his breathing. Jesse approaches and kneels next to him.

"Hey, you alright?"

He meets her gaze and her brow furrows. He manages a nod.

"Yeah-yeah, I'm fine. Sorry."

His voice is barely above a murmur and cracks around the edges.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I just got dizzy."

She looks him over a moment before extending her hand. She doesn't believe him but they'll deal with that later. He takes her hand and she hauls him up.

"Dizzy, huh? Have you eaten?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine."

She frowns. "Aiden~"

"I'm fine!" his voice is a bit too harsh and he regrets raising his voice as soon as he sees Jesse wince. His mouth is far too dry. He feels like he can't take a breath. "I-I need to go."

Jesse frowns. "Wait~"

He doesn't; making a beeline for the exit. He can't be around Jesse. Not right now. He's too afraid of what he might say or do. He can hear her calling after him, but it doesn't stop him. He just needs to get away. That's all he wants to do; run away from Sky City. From Jesse.

Radar says something as Aiden brushes passed, but he doesn't catch it. The air outside feels grating against his skin. He doesn't know where he's going but only one thought screams at him:

You'll never be able to escape what you did.

#answered ask #Anon #my writing #kyler writes #mcsm #minecraft story mode #mcsm aiden #mcsm jesse #mcsm aidesse #I may have took this idea and ran with it a little #Made it kinda angsty... oops #Aiden's haunted by his mistakes #Guilt is a cruel mistress and Aiden knows it well

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owvinea · 3 years

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don't forget to be polite | 1/3

notes: hewwo hewwo another phil&techno fic,, are we rlly surprised. anyway have a funky hybrid headcanon thing ig. 1/3 chapters word count: 1242 ao3 link

part 2

Supply trips to the Nether weren’t uncommon.

Sure, their little cabin houses held double chests upon double chests of supplies, deeming them probably one of the richest people in the world, but a supply check never hurt, did it? They couldn’t afford to lack ingredients now, couldn’t afford to be missing anything crucial that could cost them greatly.

So when Phil noticed their ghast tear supply lacking, he hadn’t hesitated to drag Techno to the hot dimension by his arm, cape, tusks or ears if he had to. They weren’t going to have a drop in supplies, not if the avian could help it.

And the trip has turned out to go smoothly, without much trouble. Well, little to no trouble.

It really was a blessing and big advantage to be traveling with Techno. Phil almost felt like he was cheating life when they walked past a hoard of piglins eyeing their full netherite sets sharply, taking the lack of gold as a warning sign. But one of them made a questioning, wary huff, scarred ear full of earrings flicking this way and that, and all it took was for Techno to make the exact same sound back, except more friendly and reassuring.

It was almost magic. They all lost interest, turning around to get back to their own hobbies and whatever it was they were doing before the two of them slammed into the red island floors.

And, well.

Given the fact Phil has had many embarrassing near-death experiences with piglins too wary about his lack of golden protection, the way the crowd almost parted for them made him smile triumphantly.

“Thanks for savin’ us back there,” Phil threw it out there with a hesitant smile, their heavy boots clinging against the netherrack that grew soft red moss all over it. The lava flowing around them left a hot feeling on his skin, almost similar to sun if it wasn’t so intimidating. “What’d you say to ‘em?”

The question left Techno confused, eyebrows quirking up in confusion as his tail caught a stray piece of netherrack, forcing the piglin to take the thing into his hands softly and dig the rock out of the soft fur. “I jus’ said hello. They greeted me first, it’d have been rude not to greet ‘em back.”

Ah. Beans.

It wasn’t until much later that it clicked, when they were finally setting up camp and Phil was trying his hardest to get a fire going that the two were approached by a lonesome animal. As the flames crackled to life, a little stray cat poked its head through the bushes and inched closer to the warmth, hackles raised.

Phil smiled at the sight, wings swiftly folding against his back to make himself seem smaller. Orange light framed his hand as he reached out to let the cat sniff his fingers. The little feline pushed its nose against the pale skin, snout wet and cold, until it hissed and skittishly ran to tangle around Techno’s legs.

A frown grew on Phil’s face as Techno’s chuckles grew louder. “Of course it’s gonna like you more.”

He paused the sharpening of his sword to look down at the cat, piglin ears flicking as he crouched and let his tail sway curiously. The feline sat down and stared back into his eyes, ears pressed flat against its head.

The cat meowed.

Techno didn’t hesitate to make his own “meow”, ear flicking in Phil’s direction as the man burst into laughter.

“D’ya just greet every single creature?”

“The cat greeted me first- it’d be rude- Philza- Phil! Stop laughing!”

Almost experimentally, Phil decides to ask Ranboo for a quick favor. The boy was a hybrid himself, and with the boy’s admirable ability to also befriend most animals on sight, Phil asked him to let a fox visit the tundra. Just for a little, no need to tame it or give it home, but just… for science.

It’s a cute little thing, fur as white as Steve’s, eyes holding barely any thoughts as the little fox munches on some berries Ranboo dropped off as well. Techno doesn’t understand, looks at Phil like he’s grown a head or two. “Are we keepin’ it? I thought we already had enough pets in the cabin?”

And then the cute little thing meets Techno’s glance, and lets out a little squeak, bordering a cheerful yip.

And to Phil’s lung-killing amusement, Techno repeats it right back with his own tone before resuming. “It’ll get crowded-”

Phil is very well losing his shit.

“Oh my- Phil, is this about the greet thing again- it’d be rude not to greet back- shut up!”

Phil is gonna die.

His little experiment continues its trek as he decides to test the limits, bit by bit.

Maybe, in another time, decades ago where Techno’s stare was hard and cold and he still flinched whenever Phil passed behind him, out of sight, he’d consider this… experimentation a little out of hand. Even a little rude, perhaps.

But it’s just lighthearted fun now, and Techno’s his old friend of many, many years. The piglin survived death and a half, he could surely handle a little fun from his old friend.

And so, right the next morning, Phil interrupted Techno’s rushed breakfast of bread and butter to pull him into the bee farm, claiming an emergency.

“Did they die?” Techno questions as Phil pulls open the door, rushing the both of them into the warm room. “Got poisoned? Queen died? What’s wrong?”

Phil stayed silent, watching as the piglin hurriedly checked the hives and machines. Bees flew around him and settled in his hair, let down and a little messy as he just woke up not too long ago, buzzing. He absentmindedly hissed back, the noise imitating the buzzing of the little yellow creatures around him as he poked around the nests to ensure their safety. “They seem just fine to me, Phil. Phil? Phil, why are you laughing, what-”

The next part of his experiment is unplanned.

Really, Phil hadn’t planned for it to progress this far, but it happens before he can even realise it.

It’s just a simple hunt for shipwrecks, temples, anything they can get their hands on. Techno has been itching for a totem of undying for a while now, the absence of one constantly putting him on edge. A mansion wouldn’t be a bad find either.

Of course, it’s not uncommon for them to get sidetracked. Techno had a big tendency to get distracted and forget the task at hand, and Phil simply loved him too much to pull him away from the exciting, short-lived tasks.

So here they were, exploring a deep ravine.

And, like, it’s not that Phil disliked running into endermen, they were just a pain to deal with.

As soon as the deep ender rumble echoes through the cave, Phil’s feathers ruffle and his wings are ready to carry him away.

That is, until Techno repeats the noise and moves on.

Phil watches him mine some lapis, mouth opened in a question he didn’t know.

“This should be enough lapis for now,” Techno turns to him, holding out the stacks of lapis until he sees the expression on Phil’s face. “Phil?”

“How the fuck did you mimic an enderman?”

“Ender and piglin are pretty close in pronunciation. It’s really not that hard. ‘nyway, the lapis-”

“-what the fuck, what the fuck-”

“-the lapis, Phil!”

#dream smp #dsmp #dream smp fanfiction #technoblade #philza #dsmp fanfiction #dream smp headcanon #dsmp headcanon #mcyt

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votederpycausemufins · 3 years

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Rustic House Club chapter 2

Jrum had a crayon in one hand as he laid on the ground, drawing on a blank map. “Okay, then which way?”

Jrum’s friend had been helping him make a fun treasure map to play with today. It had been something they had suggested before and now it seemed like the perfect time.

“Well, from the sign platform, you’ll go down to the big doors on the mansion in front of you.”

The robot nodded as he drew a line going to a sketch which he made look like his dad’s mansion. “Then what?”

“That’s the end! You’ll find something really cool there! Even better than a rustic house!”

“What could be so good that you think it’s better than a rustic house?” Jrum asked his friends with a giggle.

“It’s a surprise!”

“Well, okay then! I’m gonna go tell my dads what I’m doing and then I’ll start!”

Jrums friend agreed and Jrum headed back to the mansion, glad to find his dad there and not out at the shopping district or somewhere else. “Daaaad!”

“Hi Jrum. Are you done playing already?”

Jrum shook his head. “No, my friend and I made a treasure map and I’m gonna go looking for the treasure at the end!”

“Is that so?” Grian asked. “Can I see your treasure map?” Jrum handed him the paper and he looked over it. It wasn’t really that legible to him, but he saw the start and end points being the magic village and the mansion, so it seemed fine. He handed the map back and patted Jrum on the head. “Alright. Remember to stay safe and call me or your daddy if you need help, okay?”

Jrum nodded before running off again, returning to the village and then following the path. The hardest part of the journey was through the nether. His dads haven’t figured out how to make special elytra that would work for him and his brother since their bodies were much heavier than what the wings could deal with at their size. He was careful as he built up to the path on the map. After that, it was just a really long walk with a surprising amount of bees. This was the nether, why were there so many bees in this tunnel?

Finally, Jrum reached the end of the tunnel. He checked his battery level which was rather low, so he ate one of his snacks - some charged redstone dust - before continuing. It took a bit of scaffolding, but eventually Jrum got down to a platform hanging over the lava lake of the cavern. It was hung up by chains that looked sturdy, but it still made Jrumbot a little wary.

But it wasn’t like he needed to stay there too long, as right in front of it, just a chunk or two away, was a mansion. It looked just like his dad’s, except it was red instead of blue. Also it was built completely upside down.

Jrum nervously looked around, making sure there were no ghasts around, before he started to bridge out towards the building. The minute he heard even the distant cry of a ghast, he booked it back to the little hanging platform and make sure everything was safe again before continuing.

After many minutes and one close call with a ghast later, Jrum reached the door of the mansion. He struggled a little pushing it open, but eventually managed. Jrum was expecting some kind of prize or treasure at the end. Maybe a stack of diamond blocks piled up. Or maybe even some netherite. It could have been something fun to explore. Or anything really. Instead the place looked mostly empty and somewhat abandoned. There were the remains of an incomplete farm in one area of the building, but otherwise, there wasn’t much.

Jrum closed the door behind him and made a safe area for himself before letting himself fall to the ground. He laid on his back, staring up at the roof - floor? - for around a minute before he started crying in frustration. He had come all this way and for nothing! He thought maybe for a second, it might have been the building itself that was the prize, but that would just rub in how bad of a builder he was. But his friend had said to go inside the building, so it should have been some other prize.

Once Jrum had exhausted himself enough, he sat back up and started to send a message to his dad. He was so frustrated, he didn’t notice two important things. The first was the person coming up behind him. The second was his battery which was giving him a warning with it in the low single digits. But Jrum was too focused on getting home.

<Jrumbot> Dad. I finished my treasure hunt, but there wasn’t anything at the end. I’m really far away and tired. Can you please come g

Jrum wasn’t able to finish writing the message out before he heard a noise close behind him. He whirled around to see someone. It was his dad! “Dad! I wanna go home! There wasn’t anything here!”

Then the person moved forward and Jrum froze. At a glance it looked like his dad, but looking again, it wasn’t. His eyes weren’t the right color and he seemed to have metallic plating on his face. Along with that he didn’t seem to move quite right, all his movements having a jittered and halting form of movement.

“Y-You’re not dad…” Jrum pushed himself back a little in fear and then also noticed his battery level. 1%. Jrum didn’t have time to make a new message, so he quickly added what he could before sending it with the last bit of energy he had. And then, he powered off, collapsing to the ground.

Grian had completely lost track of time while working in Aqua Town. He had just finished up renovating his new buildings when his comm buzzed. It pulled him out from hyper-focusing on building and caused him to look around. He looked out the window to see it was well past midnight.

He was so sure the message was likely Mumbo asking him where he was and that the kids were worried, so Grian packed up his stuff and flew back home. Once he arrived at the mansion, he put all his shulkers down before going upstairs. The avian looked in the bedrooms to find them all empty. That was fine. Mumbo had likely put them to sleep at his base.

Grian grabbed something quick to eat before flying to the ancient monument, easily finding Mumbo who was just in his storage area. Grian carefully snuck up on the redstoner, trying to be as quiet as possible, though he also couldn’t help humming as he approached.

Mumbo finally noticed the humming and froze with what he was doing to pay more attention. “Why do I hear boss music?” His question was quickly answered by Grian tackling him from behind and pinning him to the ground. “Grian!”

“Sorry! You just looked so lost in thought and I couldn’t help it!” The avian laughed before helping Mumbo back to his feet. “Thanks for getting the boys to sleep. I completely lost track of time. I hope Jrum wasn’t too bad tonight.”

The smile on Mumbo’s face turned to a look of confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Huh?”

“I thought Jrum was with you. I only put Grum to bed.”

“But Jrum wasn’t at the mansion. M-Maybe he snuck into bed here?”

Mumbo didn’t answer. He just ran with Grian to the bots’ bedroom. There they found only one of the beds occupied. Grian’s wings puffed up immediately when they saw the sight, which nearly knocked over Mumbo, but he wasn’t complaining about that.

“Mumbo, you look around here and I’ll check the mansion again. If you find anything, message me. If not we check Scar’s village and Jrum’s houses, got that?”

The redstoner nodded and then Grian was in the air, flapping his wings as fast as he could to get back to the mansion. He scoured the place from top to bottom. The boys’ bedroom? Empty. His room? No one there. The basement bed? Nothing but cows. The nest? Barely there since it had mostly been disassembled.

Grian took a second look around just in case before pulling out his comm to tell Mumbo which place he was headed to next. But before he could, he noticed a message from Jrum. Grian breathed a sigh of relief. If only he had checked sooner. Jrum was likely saying where he was. Probably one of his houses or even with another hermit.

But then Grian’s brow furrowed with confusion that quickly turned to worry. He didn’t just have a message from Jrum. He also had a status message. Shortly after the incident with Grum and Iskall, Mumbo had added one last thing to the bots. It would send messages on the boys if something happened that was a cause for concern.

Grian opened up the message for Jrum first. Maybe that would explain it. Maybe what happened was he lost track of time too and shut himself down to conserve power. That would be the best case scenario. As Grian started to read the message, he was sure that’s what was going on. But his heart dropped when he got to the end.

<Jrumbot> Dad. I finished my treasure hunt, but there wasn’t anything at the end. I’m really far away and tired. Can you please come gHELP! There’s someone scary and I’m out of power!

Grian then looked at the other message. If Jrum had powered down. It would have his coordinates. He read it, and then his heart managed to drop even more.

[Bot Status] Jrum lost power at X Y Z in the nether dimension.

The nether. The Nether! Why was Jrum in the nether?! His hands trembled as he tried to message Mumbo, but instead he just selected the world chat. That was probably okay. He might wake a few people, but this was an emergency that could need help.

<Grian> Mumbo, have you looked at your status messages?

<MumboJumbo> No let me do that

<MumboJumbo> The nether?!

<Renthedog> What about the nether?

<Xisuma> Do you mean status as in the messages you get for the bots?

<Grian> YES

<Iskall85> Oh no. What about the nether?

<MumboJumbo> It says that Jrum completely lost power while in the nether

<Xisuma> What were the coordinates?

<Grian> He also sent a message before he powered off that’s really concerning

<MumboJumbo> X Y Z

<StressMonster> What was the message?

<Grian> It was the start of one he almost sent before which was a normal one

<Xisuma> Let me check where that is

<Iskall85> What was the message

<StressMonster> Grian?

<MumboJumbo> Give him a second, he’s probably trying to copy it down.

<Grian> Dad. I finished my treasure hunt, but there wasn’t anything at the end. I’m really far away and tired. Can you please come gHELP! There’s someone scary and I’m out of power!

<Renthedog> Oh that is not good

<MumboJumbo> Is that the only message?

<Grian> Yeah.

<Xisuma> Those coordinates are within the upside down.

<Grian> How’d he manage to get all the way out there?!

<Xisuma> Because this is an emergency, I can teleport the two of you there.

<MumboJumbo> Please!

<Grian> PLEASE

Grian put his comm away and watched as the purple energy from Xisuma’s admit powers surrounded him for a moment. The next moment, he, Mumbo and X were standing in the interior of the red mansion.

Immediately Grian was looking around, Mumbo doing the same. They didn’t get far though until X stopped them. “He would have been right in front of us when we teleported in. In fact…” Xisuma pointed, and while there wasn’t Jrum’s powered down body or a scattering of items that would signify someone dying, there were a few stray items left on the ground.

Mumbo was closer and picked them up. “Some of the charged dust I gave him for snacks. He didn’t even have enough time to eat that to get some more power. There’s also this map drawn in crayon.”

“Jrum showed it to me this morning. He said he was going on a treasure hunt or adventure or something. It started in the village and ended at the mansion. But I didn’t think it meant this mansion. How did he even know about this place?!”

“I don’t know. Did you ever tell him about it?” Mumbo asked.

“No. It never came up! And I don’t think any of the other hermits brought it up!” Grian then remembered that morning. “Unless…”

“Unless what?”

“Jrum said he made the map with his ‘friend’ in the village. I thought it might have been imaginary, or maybe a Jellie… but now…” Grian looked over to X, who immediately pulled his admin panels out.

“I should have realized something was up. There had been some errors popping up here and there. They seemed consistent, but for the life of me I could not figure out the source. I couldn’t find anything dangerous or threatening connected to them, so I didn't worry too much. I thought it might have just been a bug. But…” Xisuma moved his hands and Grian watched as the panels shifted. “A similar message, but this time, instead of the usual area it showed up in, it instead appeared in the world joining messages.”

Grian paled. “So whoever or whatever this is was communicating with my son for weeks and now has shown up and kidnapped him?!” Mumbo pulled Grian closer as the avian started hyperventilating. “W-We… it could be anyone. B-But who? W-Why Jrum? I- Was i-it the Watchers? N-No I would know. But wh-” Grian cut himself off as someone came to mind. “No. No no no no nonononono! Not him, not him!”

“C-Calm down Grian. I’m sure it wasn’t. X, please tell me you can try and find an origin for whatever this was?”

X nodded and messed with his panels while Mumbo tried to help keep Grian from getting completely hysterical. “Here we go. Whatever it was seems to be some sort of player entity, but also not at the same time.”

“Wh-what do you mean?”

“I mean, it’s similar to the code for Grum and Jrum or Biffa. Someone who wasn’t so much born as they were created.”

“Alright. Is that all?” Mumbo asked, earning a shake of the head from Xisuma.

“No, there’s some data here that’s very interesting. They have five worlds listed as ones they’ve been to before. Two of them being ones Grian had been in. Technically there’s six if you include this world since they just entered, but-”

“Wh-what worlds?” Grian managed to ask.

“Not the one you were in when you went to highschool.” Xisuma started with his answer, making Grian give a small sigh of relief and calm slightly. “That being said, The first two worlds are Grian’s solo world as well as the Evolution world. There’s also one connected to Evo called… The Down Side Up?”

Grian’s eyes widened. He had talked about his solo world plenty of times. He had talked about Evo a lot as well. But the last one he had only heard about. Heard about from the one person who had been there. Someone who had been in Grian’s solo world and Evo. And that someone… had… also been in… the highschool.

The builder only half recognized Mumbo talking, but it did bring him back into paying attention to what was going on. “And what are the other two?”

Xisuma hesitated, which made Grian worry. And by the way Mumbo shifted, he was worried too. “The two other worlds… are the fourth and fifth worlds of Helscraft.”

“-W about two rustic houses?”

“No.”

“Okay, you’re really driving a hard bargain. I can build you three rustic houses.”

Jrumbot half registered the people talking nearby. He was really out of it. Even though he was a robot, he still felt sore from walking all the way to that weird mansion.

“I don’t want any of your bloody fucking rustic houses!”

“Well then what do you want?”

“What I want, is for you to go back to season 4 and find Grifter to bring him back here!”

“Hmmm… Sorry Sense, I can’t do that. True might get upset and Xannes would get really mad.”

“You think I give a fuck? You and EX are the only ones who can get in and out of here. So What I want is-”

Jrum had sat up and in his bleary eyed like state, he saw his daddy and ran over to them with a hug. “Daddy, I’m sorry for going too far out. I didn’t know it was gonna be that far away.”

But Jrum didn’t get a hug back, instead his daddy stiffened up and then spoke in a dark tone. “If you don’t pull this thing off me right now, I will tear it limb from limb and harvest its redstone for my experiments.”

Jrum was pulled away by someone behind him, and this time the robot got a better look at the person he hugged. It looked like his dad, except his suit was messy with burn holes and redstone dust everywhere. His tie was a blue color instead of the normal red, also with similar burn markings. His mustache seemed like it was hardly cared for, it was frizzy and lopsided, singed to the point where small embers seemed to be resting in the hairs. And finally, the look in his eyes was familiar and yet not. It looked like when he had spent days on a redstone project and still hadn’t figured it out, but turned up a thousand percent.

“So, how about two rustic houses and a rustic mansion?”

“I already told you what I want!”

“Fine, just one rustic house. I know about that project you’re working on and wouldn’t it look nice if instead of that concrete base-”

“Fine! Fine! I don’t want anything. Just don’t fuck up my redstone!”

“Okay!”

Jrum watched as the daddy clone stomped off before looking to see who had helped him. When he turned to look, he saw a familiar face. “Dad?” Then his memory from just before powering off came back. “N-no… y-you’re not my dad! Wh-who are you?!”

The person smiled. “Don’t worry! I’m your friend! It’s nice to meet you!”

“What do you mean?” Jrum asked warily.

“You kept coming to visit me in the village, didn’t you?”

Jrum paused. Though this person looked like his dad, their voice wasn’t quite the same. But it did match the voice of his friend. “Why do you look like my dad?”

“Oh! Because we’re not just friends. We’re also family!”

Jrum tilted his head. “Is that why you look like my dad?”

“Yeah! Because he’s my dad too! In fact, he named me NPC Grian, but I normally get called NPG.”

“Wait… so does that mean you’re also my brother?”

“Yep! In fact, I’m the oldest! From what you’ve said, you’re the youngest?”

Jrum nodded. “Yeah, I guess you got built first and then Grum got built and then me!”

NPG smiled and then hugged his younger brother. “Well, now that we can see each other face to face, how about we explore the world? We’ll have to stay together because not everyone is nice, but I’m sure you’ll be fine!

“Okay! That sounds fun! But um… can you carry me? Walking so far before wasn’t fun…”

NPG tilted his head in confusion. “Why didn’t you use elytra?”

“Grum and I can’t use them. Daddy says it’s ‘cause of our proportions or something.”

“Well then! We’ll have to see if Prof can do anything about that! He’s pretty nice, I think you’ll like him!”

“Do we have to go far?”

“Nope! We can use the aether to get there! Since it’s faster!”

“What’s that?”

“Well it seems to be whatever is here instead of the nether. Everything is really backwards here. But it’s not too hard to wrap your head around, like with rustic houses!”

Jrum frowned at that. Like rustic houses. He couldn’t wrap his head around those. So he was probably going to just get more confused here.

“Alright! Let’s go!” NPG picked up Jrum and walked off, going to a portal with glowing blocks and blue magic in the middle. Jrum rested his head on his brother’s shoulder as the magic swirled around them before moving them to another dimension.

#hermitcraft #jrumbot #npg #helscraft #grian #avian!Grian #mumbo jumbo #xisumavoid #My writing

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the-unknown-storyteller · 3 years

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a matter of trust

(week #1, prompt 2: hugging)

Summary: On one of his many trips back and forth between the Arctic Commune and what is left of L'Manberg, Ranboo meets a special someone in the Nether. He doesn't know how special they are just yet, but their feathery friend is hurt and so Ranboo wants help.

Ranboo is on one of his many trips back and forth between the Arctic Commune and what is left of L’Manberg - every single time, every single time he forgets something, this is his seventh trip already - when he hears some noise from just over that pile of nether rubble. Noises are not all that unusual in the nether, with the faint whining of ghasts in the distance and the groaning of zombie piglins nearby. But this one is different. Ranboo can make out panic and pain. Whatever or whoever is making that noise, it sounds so, so small and vulnerable. So he goes to investigate, keeping his body low and close to the hot nether floor. He doesn’t want to spook whatever it is that was crying out in pain and hurting.

He keeps his sword sheathed but within reach and the clanking of his armor to a minimum, although there isn’t much to do about the quiet hum the enchantments are giving off. There it is again! Accompanied by some shuffling and the unmistakable grunt of a zombie piglin. It is just on the other side of this small hill. Ranboo holds his breath, as he peaked around the corner.

It is a baby piglin, zombified with half of its face rotten off, but that’s not what its distressed calls are made over. Ranboo looks further down and sees it hold something soft and fluffy in its arms. It is a chicken of all things and it is clearly hurt. One of its wings is bent the wrong way and he can see a faint tint of red to a few of its feathers. Something must have hit it or at least brushed past it. Most likely a fire charge from a ghast, going by the singed tips of its tail feathers. The baby piglin is cooing at it, crying out whenever it twitches in pain.

Ranboo watches for a few moments more, deciding on what to do. He really wants to help them, but there is no way this piglin was letting him get close to it. It might think he was trying to attack it, and either attack first or run. He looks down at his shimmering armor and at the sword sheathed at his side, and comes to a conclusion that Niki would hit him on the back of his head for.

“Hey, buddyyy. How’s it going? I see that you have a pretty neat friend there.” His steps are slow and steady, as Ranboo approaches the distressed couple. He keeps his hands up to show that they are empty for now and that he doesn’t pose a threat to them.

“I was just walking along that path over there when I heard you. It sounded like you were in pain, but I think that it’s actually your friend, who’s in pain. Do you mind if I come closer?” He wasn’t quite sure if the piglin understood at all what he was saying, but Techno once told him that the language of piglins is largely based on intonation and volume. So he talks in a voice that is low and calm, speaking slowly and pronouncing his words clearly. He ducks his head and hunches his back a bit to appear smaller, his tail stays low to the ground, swaying gently from side to side.

The zombie piglin fixes its one eye on him, following his every movement. Ranboo feels encouraged to continue when he doesn’t see a negative reaction to his approach.

“See, I don’t have any weapons. No armour, nothing. You two are completely safe. I am just here to help” He takes another few cautious steps closer, a small bottle of regeneration and healing in his right hand now. “See, I even have this to help your friend. In my bag are some bandages and sticks that we can use to splint their wing. What do you think?”

The piglin tilts its head to the side, curious but not suspicious of him, so Ranboo takes that as a positive and sits down in front of the pair. He lays down the potion bottles in front of the pair, along with the bandages and a few sticks. He then reaches for the chicken, but doesn’t actually take it. Instead he stops a few inches short in front of it and watches for the piglin’s reaction. When its grip tightens on its feathery friend, Ranboo’s hands retreat immediately.

“No, no, don’t worry. I won’t take it away from you. I just want to treat its wounds, so that it isn’t in pain anymore. Okay? I won’t take it from you.” He offers his open palms, waiting for the piglin to decide. His expression is open and friendly, as is the intonation of his words.

It hesitates for a moment, before entrusting this stranger with its friend. It makes Ranboo wonder if it actually understood him, as he takes the precious cargo with careful hands.

His movements are confident and quick, as he works on resetting and splinting the wing.

“You know, I was actually wondering. How did you… meet your little friend? I don’t usually see many chickens around here.” He pulls away the singed ends of its feathers and cleans the blood from a small gash along its body. “But you two seem good friends! That’s good, that’s good.”

The zombie piglin watches with anxious yet trusting eyes, as Ranboo wrap its friend in strips of fabric, pinning its wing to its body. “You know, I’ve just been calling you ‘baby piglin’ in my head. But I know that you guys have actual names, so what is yours? Mine is Ranboo.”

He ties off the gauze and points at himself during his introduction. The baby piglin tilts its head and responds with a string of hums and grunts that barely mean anything to the ender hybrid. Techno once tried to teach him some piglin, but he could barely tell the difference between a happy grunt and an angry snort, so those lessons didn’t go very far.

“Sorry, I’m not really… good at this. I heard an mmm sound? I think Techno once told me that it’s one of the few sounds that I can translate one to one.” The piglin repeats the string of sounds, adding a harsh kk sound in the middle. Maybe this was a different pronunciation?

“Sorry, I’d rather not try to repeat your name. I once tried to say Techno’s and he laughed at me for accidentally swearing at his ancestors. I don’t know if that means that Techno’s piglin name is very close to a swear or if I’m just really bad at piglin.”

Ranboo strokes the chicken’s head a bit and it gives a happy cluck in return. Finished with its treatment, Ranboo disposes it safely back in the arms of the piglin, who gives off a probably happy huff.

“Anyway, I heard an M, a K and something like a cut-off A at the end? Hmmm, hmm.” The piglin repeats those sounds and then repeats what is probably its name. This time he can hear an I. “This is probably not right, but your name kind of sounds like ‘Michael’? Would you mind if I called you that?”

It looks up at Ranboo - its ears were twitching when he had said “Michael” - and gives the other an approving nod. Apparently good enough for an enderman hybrid.

“Alright, Michael. Your friend should be okay from here on out.” Ranboo gives it… him a happy smile. “I walk through here pretty often, so don’t be afraid to call out to me, you got that?” Michael nods enthusiastically and hugs his feathery friend loosely, minding its hurt wing.

“That’s awesome. I’ll see you around.” Ranboo almost trips when his legs appear to be not functioning. He looks down and sees Michael with his arms wrapped around his legs.

“Oh, you could have told me you wanted a goodbye hug. Come here.” The half-enderman opens his arms in invitation and catches a warm bundle of baby piglin and chicken feathers in his embrace. He encloses them safely within his arms, swearing to visit them often and whenever he can.

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