#this is actually my first time drawing etho... and tango... and pearl

[jaxonkreide]

We miss you. Come return to us… Why did you abandon us?

Last night at 1am I read all about @wasyago's trail's gone cold au and the brain rot immediately caused me to stay up until 5am starting this art before sleeping and finishing it today. Now I'm a little sick and got a sore throat, I think the cave is getting to me too

[amethystfairy1]

we're BACK!

the sun-burned beauty updates we've been waiting to read were... certainly NOT what we were expecting, but... i mean... i'm not complaining!

also DESERT DUO??? the desert duo content has finally arrived! and im already SO excited!!!

but now i'm home, and i can create all the fanart i want! ...hopefully. my motivation is as bad as ever.

for the rest of this ask, a bit random, but here are my silly thoughts about what would happen if the TTSBC pairings (and some extra friends) went kayaking together!

Desert Duo: Naturally, the obvious way would be for Scar to sit in the back. And at first, they tried that, but he kept getting distracted and losing rhythm over and over again. Eventually, Grian got mad and moved him to the front. Apart from that... hurdle, I think they would do really well at this type of exercise. Scar wouldn't have to use his braces, and both probably have great muscles and condition from their side hustle. That is, if they can stay awake from how little sleep they get.

Flower Husbands: Scott really didn't want Jimmy to do this with his back pain, but he insisted he would be fine, and Scott eventually relented. He still wouldn't let him sit in the back, though. I think they would be one of the most coordinated pairings in here - when Scott is not trying to splash Martyn, which he totally takes the chance at every time they get near.

Zedango: Tango SHOULD NOT, under ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, be on a kayak. But it sounded so fun, and Zed really wanted to try kayaking for the first time, and if he stayed he would've drowned himself in work again, so they just wrapped him up in waterproof clothing and rowed very, VERY carefully. He ended up getting wet multiple times, underplaying the damage EVERY SINGLE TIME. They're dead last, and Tango's hands are water-burned all over by the time they get to the end, but they insist it was still a fun time. Zed's in the back - yes, it's his first time, but he quickly figured it out.

Treebark: Ren's got it. He totally can push the kayak on his own, Martyn doesn't have to do anything. But he still wanted to feel helpful, so he got an oar himself. It still got used mostly for the arbitrary splash war between him and Scott, and not for actual rowing.

Jizzie: Joel sits in the back, if only to satiate his own ego. Lizzie would probably be more competent than him, hunting clan and all. But they both are putting in the work, and enjoying the break from running a bakery as much as they can. Of course, Joel had to get some modifications made. The kayak is not butterfly friendly. 0/10.

Doctho: Unlike Martyn, Etho doesn't bother with false illusions of actually contributing anything. Doc's biotech can do it just fine, no sweat, so Etho's just going to enjoy the ride. They're closer to the back, keeping an eye on all of their 'little ones' - ESPECIALLY Tango.

Nature Wives: I like to think Katherine is the one who came up with the whole kayaking idea. She invited everyone, got the kayaks sorted, and found a suitable place (surely there are decent lakes in the under-city - Katherine herself fell in one). She's probably also sitting in the back and teaching Shelby how to row.

Gem & Pearl: My Shiny Duo heart wants to put them on a kayak so bad! They're not together, but would totally make short work of all these couples and their coordination. I can see them both in the back or front, but I'll put Pearl in the back just because as an avian, she definitely has a lot of back and arm strength. They're menaces, going in circles and splashing everyone. Nobody's safe from them! (Except Zedango)

Impulse: What's a kayaking trip without a nice lunch at the end? And for that to happen, someone has to give up one space on their kayak just for the supplies. I think Impulse would be great here. He's got the stamina needed to push a kayak on his own. As for the supplies... him, Gem and Pearl volunteered, so it may be just soup. (It totally is just soup.)

If someone wants to draw this, be my guest!

A bonus thought: isn't it wild how TTSBC!Scar would most likely be a Gryffindor, but TT!Scar a Slytherin?

I perhaps spent a little too long rolling around laughing about this 😆

Especially the image of Martyn getting paddled along faster than a speedboat because REN and meanwhile Zed and Tango are like going as slow as possible and Tango just keep going 'ouch! ow! ah!' because of the little droplets hitting him 😅 And Impulse just paddling along by himself with the big old picnic baskets stacked up in his boat, that's so cute! What a lovely outing for the group!

So glad you're back and enjoyed the end of Sun-Burned Beauty!

[hopepetal]

My piece in the fourth edition of the @trafficzine! I wrote about Impulse's boogey kill on Pearl :)

(Spot the boatem knights au reference in the fic lol)

Read on AO3!

Enjoy! :)

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The curse looms over Impulse like storm clouds over the sky, and he thirsts for time like grass for rain. He catches his breath as the curse settles on him, choosing him as the boogeyman. 

He releases the breath through his mouth, quietly forming the words “not the boogeyman” with his lips. It's not the truth, but it sounds enough like it for no one to suspect a thing. He's gotten good at lying, at deceiving and backstabbing, over the course of the life series. He and Skizz are different in that way. Where his friend remains honest and loyal, he weaves treachery and lies into his words. 

Impulse isn't strong enough to be honest. That, in his opinion, is one of his greatest flaws. He's too weak to hold any true loyalty to his team– he supposes that's why the thought of just killing one of them crosses his mind instantly. 

No, he rebukes instantly, if I kill too quickly, they might want to do a reroll. He thinks back to the first boogey, how Grian had claimed it wasn’t “entertaining enough”. How Skizz had died twice in quick succession, just because there hadn’t been enough suspense to make things interesting. 

Impulse joins the bad boys and Tango in teasing Grian– he’s well and fully asleep, passed out on the llama– and pretends that he isn’t thinking of killing every single one of them. He thirsts, thirsts for time in a way he knows is just beginning. It will get worse over time, so he’s been told, and that is not something he’s looking forward to.

They have a brief conversation about the bread bridge and gold. Jimmy’s upset with Joel, Joel is flusteredly trying to explain, and Impulse somehow manages to keep a pleasant smile on his face the whole time. He ignores how his fingers twitch, itching to grab onto his sword and swing it right into one of the bad boys' chests. 

Impulse and Tango manage to leave without spilling any blood, leaving the two bickering bad (bread) boys behind. The trek back to their base is mostly silent– Impulse is trapped in his thoughts for the most of it. He wonders once more if he should just get an easy kill on his teammates, or if he should tell them about him being the boogey. 

He almost does tell them. Instead, he innocently asks “anyone the boogey?” and feigns ignorance and joy when they all confirm that they aren’t. He supposes that’s one good thing about being the boogey; he doesn’t have to spend the entire session worrying about whether someone was lying to him or not, watching his back and fearing for his life.

Everything continues as normal. Skizz pulls Tango aside to talk while Etho begins placing red concrete in the water, watching it harden before mining it. And oh, it would be so easy to kill them– they’re not even looking! Their backs are turned! None of them even have their weapons drawn, so lulled into a false sense of security that–

No.

No.

He can’t do this. Not again. He won’t betray his teammates. He’ll just have to find someone better to kill.

There’s Scar, running over the hill and pulling Skizz aside. Impulse draws his sword but the other is too quick to disappear around the tower with Skizz in tow, claiming that it’s a “private meeting.” Impulse looks between Tango and Etho with a nervous chuckle that has no actual anxiety behind it. He knows Skizz is safe. Scar is green, after all, and the only one who could really put Skizz in any danger is Impulse himself. 

“Scar could be the boogey for all we know,” he points out, the smile on his face a contrast to the more serious words he’s saying, “are we sure we want to leave them alone?”

They leave Skizz alone with Scar anyway. If he was in any real danger, they’d get him out of there. There’s a team meeting (“Three quarters of a team meeting!” Tango jokes) and they begin to discuss skynet. Impulse makes his worry over falling off quite clear, and suggests that he goes and grabs some ender pearls. 

He does exactly that– the monotony of mining and healing and trading does enough to take his mind off of the ever growing thirst in the back of his throat. His communicator buzzes in his back pocket when he finishes up, Tango sending an excited response when the notification goes out. The communicator buzzes again as he begins to trade, and he wonders why in the void’s name did anyone ever think that achievements were a good idea. He gets what he needs, though, clutching eleven ender pearls in hand before returning to the surface.

And– oh boy, there’s Bdubs and Scar on the opposite bank, yelling about something incomprehensible. Things usually are that way, with the clockers. Cockers? Whatever they were calling themselves. Upon noticing Impulse, they wade through the water to join him, bringing their dogs with them.

“How are you, Impulse?” Scar asks in his pleasant voice, a smile on his lips as Bdubs helps him out of the water while rambling about something “blasting him all over the place”. 

“I’m doing great, how are you–” Impulse begins, but is interrupted by Tango falling from the sky and crashing into the water with a demonic sort of squawking. 

Bdubs is unphased by this, shouting out an excited “hi, Tango! That was cool!”

Tango clambers out of the water and immediately is staring at the small puppy shaking water out of its fur. “That dog’s head is way too big for its body,” he points out, and Bdubs shrugs and says something about the cuteness factor.

Impulse pulls out the ender pearls stashed away in his inventory. “Since you guys are friends…” He hands one to Bdubs before throwing one to Scar. “...do you want one of these?”

Bdubs’ eyes widen, and he takes his pearl with a grin. “Stasis chamber?” he asks enthusiastically, and Impulse smirks.

“You never know,” he says with a shrug, before turning and handing a pearl to Tango. 

He takes out some of the building bloodlust on the zombies that spawned in the tower (flamboyant, Bdubs calls it, to which Tango exclaims disbelievingly through laughter that it’s stone, one of the most basic building blocks). Impulse makes some joke about how Tango and Etho are competing for best accidental mob farm, and tries to hide how he relishes in the zombies’ demise. 

Monotonous work seems to help keep the murderous urges at bay, so Impulse volunteers to help Tango with the bubble elevator. Tango’s busy explaining to him what the plan is when Skizz drops into the water from above, splashing them both and spooking Tango. “Guy knows how to make an entrance!” Tango yelps, to Impulse and Skizz’s laughter.

“I hate to interrupt, but…!” Skizz makes his way over to Impulse, looking up at him with wide eyes. “Impulse! Do you have any ender pearls, buddy?”

“Oh yeah!” Impulse replies easily, and hands Skizz two ender pearls– the yellow name would need them. 

…not like they help much anyway, because not that much long later, Skizz falls off a ladder and dies. Again. There’s a brief discussion with Tango– how did it happen? Why did he die?– and then Skizz returns, yelling about how he doesn’t even know what happened. 

“Are you the boogey?!” he asks Impulse as they’re climbing back up the tower, and it takes everything Impulse has to keep moving up that ladder, to not freeze at the realization that Skizz thinks he did that on purpose. And, if he had, if he claimed it as a boogey kill– it would count! He could take this and the curse would break and…

No. He wouldn’t.

“I didn’t boogeyman you!” he insists over Skizz’s shouted accusations, “you fell on your own accord! Don’t you be blamin’ the boogey!”

“I’m gonna blame somebody!” Skizz spits, pulling himself up off the ladder. “What happened?! Why is this hole here?!” 

“It’s under construction–!” Impulse splutters– “I tried to tell you that!”

Skizz keeps yelling, and Tango’s laughter echoes from above. “Oh, I love the bickering,” he wheezes, and Impulse shoots him a glare. “Sorry, sorry, not helping.”

“I lost another hour, man!” Skizz cries. “I keep dying so much!”

Impulse gives him a weak smile, chuckling softly. “Okay, okay, but let’s talk. That was my fault, right? Because I’m the one that put the hole there?”

Skizz shakes his head instantly, dismissing Impulse’s concerns. “Nah, dude. Not at all. Of course it’s not your fault!” 

Impulse frowns, tilting his head slightly to the side. “But you just said it was,” he points out, and Skizz winces.

“Ehhh, heat of the moment sort of thing. Ya know?” 

Impulse laughs. “So if I happened to be boogey…” he trails off for a moment, testing the waters, before continuing. “...would that have counted?”

Something registers in Skizz’s brain, and he looks right into Impulse’s eyes. “I would’ve counted it. I really would’ve.” It’s an offer, almost. Skizz is giving him a way out of this. A way that Impulse has decided already not to take, but a way out nonetheless. “Are you the boogey, then?” Another offer. This time, it’s a chance to come clean and be honest with his teammates. 

Impulse hardly doubts that Skizz knows he’s boogey. They’ve been friends for decades now, and Skizz knows Impulse better than anyone else ever could. It’s part of the reason why Impulse is so glad Skizz is on his team and not an enemy; Skizz would be able to see right through him were he to lie or try and deceive anyone. 

“No,” Impulse practically breathes out, and tries not to wince when he sees the disappointment shine so briefly in Skizz’s eyes. “If I was boogey, I wouldn’t be going after you guys.” Relief swells in his chest when he sees Skizz relax and give him a slight smile. At least Skizz knows he can trust Impulse– the nice thing about knowing when someone is lying is that you know when they’re telling the truth as well. 

“I know,” Skizz tells Impulse, before weaving a little lie of his own. “I didn’t think you were boogey!”

Your ‘secret’ is safe. For now. 

They’re immediately distracted by Tango’s noisy complaints about how he built something wrong, his distressed sounds making Skizz laugh. Impulse joins in as Tango laments his mistake with a long, drawn out wail. Skizz’s laughter is infectious, and they quickly begin to tease Tango over the error. For the moment, things are fine, and Impulse almost forgets that he’s cursed. Doomed to either kill or die. 

Well, he’s doomed to die no matter what he does, but the game is all about delaying the inevitable.

When Skizz is gone, Impulse whispers the truth to Tango. He’s the boogey, and Tango laughs a little nervously at that before muttering that he’d figured, that question earlier had tipped him off. They joke about it for a moment before Tango confesses that he’s actually really nervous and Impulse is quick to reassure him that he has no plans of targeting team T.I.E.S. Tango nods, lowering his shield, and begins to figure out a plan. It ends up being quite simple– get TNT from Etho, then drop it from the sky and kill someone. 

They end up meeting Skizz on Skynet, high above the ground with a drop that would spell death for anyone unfortunate enough to fall. It’s dizzying, looking down at the ground, players like ants below them. So small. So fragile. 

Impulse wants to kill. 

“Why don’t you just do it?” he asks Skizz, voice quivering with barely held back excitement when his friend says he wants to blow someone up. Adrenaline is coursing through his veins, his blood turned to fire from the curse’s rage. 

Skizz can’t kill any yellows– that’s fine. Impulse will do it himself.

He lights the first block of TNT and watches it fall.

“...are you boogey, dude?”

Impulse is silent.

“You’re boogey.” 

“You knew that,” Impulse murmurs, and Tango and Skizz erupt into laughter.

“You are!” Skizz crows triumphantly, and Impulse can’t help but grin, expression turned maniac from the bloodlust. 

His eyes shine red.

The want becomes a need. 

“You’ll help me, right?” Impulse breathlessly asks his teammates, ignoring how his hands won’t stop trembling as he peers over the edge, gazing down at the drop that would sate his thirst, that would give him what he needs. All he has to do…

Skizz smiles, and he would’ve wrapped an arm around Impulse’s shoulders were they not in constant danger of falling to their deaths. “‘course, dippledop. What are friends for, if not to help a guy kill someone?”

…is kill. 

“Who do you want to kill?” Skizz asks, and Impulse considers his options. They’re allied with the clockers, and team T.I.E.S stays true to their allies. 

The bad boys, however…

“How about Joel?”

It’s perfect. He’s right beneath them, too caught up in his own duty of protecting Grian to pay attention to the sky. Impulse can hear his own heart beating, can feel the sweat dripping down his neck, can taste the blood as he bites down too hard on his cheek, can–

Footsteps that don’t belong to any member of T.I.E.S are picked up by ears far more sensitive than anyone else’s, and Impulse looks up to see Pearl running over Skynet with her diamond hoe in hand. “Pearl’s coming,” he warns, “Etho’s behind her.”

Now this…

This is his target.

It’s not every day the universe presents him with the perfect opportunity and means for revenge.

(Deep down, Impulse doesn’t really blame her for what happened in Double Life. But the boogey curse changes a person down to their very core, at least until they kill.)

“Let me shoot her,” Skizz whispers, and Impulse has to bite back a cry of frustration when he shoots. He misses, thankfully. Impulse has to do it, has to be the one to kill her. Otherwise, and this he realizes with growing certainty, he’s going to die. And soon. 

Pearl yelps as the arrow flies by her, wings fluttering behind her as she comes to a halt a few feet in front of them. “What’s going on here?” she demands, smiling, not taking her near death seriously whatsoever. 

“It’s not safe here,” Impulse tells her, and he knows the softness in his voice is only because of the bond they shared in their home server, only because he still considers her family. 

Family is not enough, and Impulse realizes this as bloodlust washes over him once more, the curse reaching its peak. He carefully steps forward, keeping an expression of concern on his face. Tango realizes what he’s doing and gives him the space to move around so that he’s face to face with Pearl. She still suspects nothing, her words lighthearted and posture relaxed as she banters with Tango and Skizz. 

It’s perfect.

Impulse takes the ground out from under her feet, and Pearl falls.

Maniacal laughter erupts from him as he watches her fall, listens to her rapidly fading scream of terror, and finally sees her die. “Boogey!” he cries, to the laughter and cheers of his teammates. “Done!” 

The curse recedes, Impulse taking a shaking breath as a weight is lifted off his shoulders. His hands still shake slightly as he continues to laugh, more out of relief now than from excitement and glee.

And Impulse…

Impulse killed Pearl. 

Maybe, in a world different from this one, he would've seen her fall and know she'd be caught on wings as strong as their owner's love for her. But not this time. Not in this world. 

As he drinks in the time– Pearl's time, ripped from her dead hands, quenching his thirst and soothing his parched throat– the vice grip of the curse over his heart fully lifts, and Impulse realizes what he's done. 

It's a necessary evil, he knows, and Pearl will forgive him eventually. She always does. But as he thinks back to the kill, back to Pearl's scream and broken, useless wings spreading in an attempt to catch her fall, Impulse feels... more than a little guilty. 

He doesn’t have time for guilt.

“Ohhh…” he breathes out, leaning against Skizz, “oh, that– I feel so much better. That feels so much better.”

Skizz helps support him, keeping him steady. “You all good, dippledop? Is the curse gone?”

Tango and Etho step closer as Impulse nods. Now that the bloodlust and adrenaline have faded away, Impulse feels tired, exhaustion settling in fast. “We’re all good,” he gets out, smiling weakly. “Though I think I’ve made a new enemy today.”

Tango waves him off with a grin. “Hey, whatever happens, team T.I.E.S will have your back.”

Skizz lets out a cheer, Etho nodding along to Tango’s words. “Yeah, man. Don’t worry about it. You just did what you had to do. No harm in that,” the masked man points out, and Impulse finally relents.

“All right, all right. Let’s get down from here, though– I still don’t trust myself up here.” 

Later, Impulse will apologize to Pearl and say that it wasn’t really him. It was the crazed boogeyman version of himself, his mind driven mad by the ever growing bloodlust and need to kill. He won’t truly mean it, and she won’t ever accept his excuse for an apology. 

In the end, that’s not what matters. The betrayal, the lies, the deceit and the fake apologies– none of it will matter at all. In the end, they will both fall. Nothing they do can stop the ever flowing river of time.

Time keeps ticking. Sand continues to fall through the hourglasses that measure their lives.

Impulse lives today, but tomorrow he will die.

[shortfeather]

Gempearl Mcc 27? the prompt 19?

(send me a ship and a number and i'll write a kiss) (yes it's still on i know it's been like five months sorry i had an AO3 author moment)

I don't watch MCC so I couldn't make this specific to then, but I took a bit of inspiration from Pearl's recent video talking about the twitchcon(?) MCC and the few clips I've seen of MCCs past!

The island was absolutely crawling with people and cameras, but somehow, the two of them had found a corner where privacy as a concept hadn't been totally eradicated. No, their only audience was the blue void stretching out beneath their dangling feet, and each other.

"You excited for Ace Race?" Gem piped up, swinging her legs idly over the empty sky. "Your ping's been really good today, not that you need to be un-nerfed."

"Gem!" Pearl squawked, turning to face her with betrayal writ large across her eyes. "You can't just say that, now it's gonna be worse than ever!"

"Maybe I just want a chance against you, tryhard."

"Tryha—I—excuse you? I am not a tryhard, miss GeminiSlay." A blush slowly took over Pearl's face as she stammered, and Gem grinned, ignoring the reminder of her silly nickname. Pearl beat her in combat all the time, so really, it was a reminder of how insanely cracked her girlfriend was. And even if it wasn't, this was worth it. Flustering Pearl was just so much fun!

"I'll have you know I try a—a normal amount! At every—at most things!" Pearl continued, waving a hand around wildly. "I can admit I went a little hard on Decked Out 2, but—"

"Pearl, you memorized the map of every level down to the block. And you were the only person to beat the game."

"Yeah, but Etho won."

"Not in Tango's eyes! Etho didn't even go into the maze for most of the game, you literally ran it blind."

"Well." Pearl kicked her legs alongside Gem's, smiling a little goofily. "Like I said. I can admit I went hard on that. But not other ways! I'm not a tryhard!"

Gem raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Wordle."

"That was just me learning—"

"Final four in every life series you've been a part of, not to mention the one you won." Gem slapped a hand over Pearl's mouth as she went to protest again. "Queen of Decked Out 2, which you built a part of, might I remind you! Helped dethrone a king and intimidated Scar into not having a chest monster, even if it was temporary. Easily the best master of organics on Hermitcraft. Intimidated Doc—Doc!—into giving up something he'd taken as revenge." She paused. "Actually, I retract that last one, Doc's a scaredy-creeper. But there's tons more, miss tryhard. Just how many times have you won MCC now? Care to remind—ew!"

Gem yanked her hand away from Pearl's mouth, grimacing as she wiped off the spit from where Pearl had licked her. Pearl, for her part, just laughed.

"You licked me!" the redhead yelled, rather redundantly.

"I had to get your attention somehow." Pearl scooted closer, until she was almost nose-to-nose with Gem. "You kept ignoring the real proof of my accomplishments."

When Gem just frowned, she let her smile go sappy and said, "Girlfriend of the one and only GeminiTay? Ring a bell?"

"Oh my god," Gem drawled. Still, she was giggling as she playfully shoved Pearl's face away with a hand on her cheek. "You're the worst. And still a tryhard!"

Pearl pouted, going into full puppy-dog-eyes mode. "The worst? Can I get a kiss then, to cope with the pain of worstness?"

"No."

"For luck, then?"

"Wh—you don't need luck! I just gave you a million reasons you don't need luck!"

"But Geeeeeemmmmm," Pearl whined, pushing her face into Gem's hand. "You mentioned my ping, and now it's gonna suck."

"Oh my god," Gem muttered to herself. But her hand was cupping the back of Pearl's neck now, and drawing her closer, leaving Pearl's heart a delighted flutter. No matter how many times she kissed Gem, it seemed it would always feel like the first.

"Good luck," Gem said softly when they parted. "Again, not that you need it."

The bell rang around them before Pearl could reply, signaling the end of break. Gem sighed as their comms started buzzing rapidly, the whole server going wild at the prospect of starting this half with Ace Race. They only had a few minutes to meet up and strategize, so she stood up and brushed the dirt off her pants while Pearl stretched.

"You know," she said, stepping back towards the void they'd been sitting over. Pearl looked up with a raised eyebrow, curious. "I still don't think you need luck. But if you do—well, you know where to find me."

And she grinned, full of mischief. "On the course, that is."

Pearl sat there, stunned, as her girlfriend stepped into void and flew back to her team. Then she jumped to her feet, more determined than she'd perhaps ever been before.

Luck and ping both be damned. She'd try harder than anyone could ever dream of trying if it meant she got to kiss Gem some more.

[mellioops]

Thanks for the tag @watcheraurora :D

Original Post Rules (from @.fallen-knight ): "WIP Tag Game: Rules: In a new post, list the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs."

Okay warning most of these are at least 6 months old, I can’t show my actual current wip yet cause it’s a surprise </3 (also wow big surprise, a lot of these are ranchers XD)

1. Boatem flower field (I wanted to draw everyone from boatem in a flower field at a different time of day so when you put them all next to each other you have the whole daylight cycle)

2. Fantasy skyblings (I was looking around pinterest and found some cool outfits that fit grian, Jimmy, and Pearl and started drawing them)

3. Third life third anniversary (a poster of scar and grian that I started making for the third anniversary of third life and never finished)

4. Mersurf ranchers =D (a cover for my surfer tango/mermaid jimmy au comic)

5. Preppy Jimmy/skater boy tango au (two arts for an au made by myself and pancho the beloved)

6. String of Fate 1 (I’m playing in a double life inspired life series and wanted to make a fake thumbnail for each session)

7. Dating sim prince Jimmy (basically making a fake dating sim screenshot with Jimmy) EDIT: I can’t find the file I think it got wiped ����

8. Ghost hunter ranchers au reference sheet (I started making a comic for a ghost hunter au I made but realized I needed references for the boy’s outfits first XD) (there’s technically art for that au here :3)

9. Rockstar tango (this started out as just a drawing of tango but then I was like “wait I could make this ranchers” and added a lil starstruck Jimmy lol)

10. PET maid dresses (pearl, etho, and tango in maid dresses lol)

Anyways I tag @pancho-pinto @bloop-im-a-frog-now @reflingthefox @spadeyhearty @solidaritytek aaaand @pixiemage no pressure <3

[jadienjaystoriesandart]

Desert Nights

Summary: Scar is often good at entertaining people, he’s also Tommy’s go too on the Hermitcraft server for stories and watching him use magic. Scar for his part like it when the teen comes around to his shop. Today is no different, so he decides to tell the story of The Rouge and The Bird.

Notes: Takes place during Season 9 Hermitcraft.  Scar in my ideas is a sorcerer, people underestimate him, but he’s actually quite powerful.  Yes I was listening to Arabian Nights. This is Hermit!Tommy AU, and me just thinking of Scar being a storyteller like most Elves are.

Tommy walked into the large area of trees with the scent of cookies in the air. He had just finished a bit of his own base, and was taking it easy for a few hours so not to pull another muscle. That had been awful, Grian laughed and teased him, until Cleo pointed out he had done the same thing once. It had been funny to watched the other make protest noises. He gripped the bag Mumbo had gifted him and walked down the path of the Elven Kingdom. Admittedly he was happy Scar kept the pink, very manly color in Tommy’s opinion. He entered near the larger tree looking around the interior, “Scar!” he called out, “You here big man!?” he stepped up the stairs as he heard noise up there.

“Just upstairs!” came Scar’s reply, another sound of clanging no doubt the other was trying to sort things. Tommy had heard Scar was getting ready to start on his mega base, Tommy himself was still working on the blueprints for his. No rush though, he had enough time to plan and gather resources. He still needed to gather some deepslate for his shop, he found selling Sculk stuff was also a good investment, worth braving the deep dark. 

Turning the corner, Tommy found Scar digging into a shulker box muttered to himself, “I know I put my pick somewhere in one of these.” he heard the man grumble. That was one thing Pearl had been happy he hadn’t picked up from Scar and Grian, Chest Monsters. She put huge importance on organization and urged Tommy to do the same. It was shockingly helpful for his mind, and he found he didn’t lose things as often as he used to.

“Maybe if you put signs on them or color coordinate them?” Tommy said as Scar turned to him with a grin. “Ah but Tommy, where would the fun in that be?” he teased back, “Always an adventure I say, finding things you had been looking for days ago!” Scar joked a bit as Tommy rolled his eyes with a smile. 

Picking up the box to put it to the side and open another one Scar went back to looking, “So what bring you here? Need some more cookies? You and Mumbo both have rather enjoyed them.” he commented to Tommy as there was the sound of junk moving around. Putting down his bag near the door Tommy went over to him, “Nah already picked them up, and what can I say big man, they are poggers!” he grinned widely, whoever said no to cookies was not a good sport in Tommy’s mind. Also whoever said no to Etho’s cooking was also an ass. 

He picked up another box and started to help look through it also, “Which pick is it?” Tommy asked to Scar, who looked over at him and gave a smile. Hermits helped each other out, that was the first rule Tommy was taught here. They pranked and teased each other, started rebellions and resistances. It took Tommy time to get used to them, but after long talks with Xisumi he was getting back on his feet.  “It’s Netherrite, one with the most enchantments on it, remember the one I used in the nether?” Scar told him as Tommy nodded and got to looking with him. “Tango told me your drawing up plans for a Mega Base?” Scar asked to get idle conversation going as they were looking for his pick. 

Tommy gave an excited noise at that, “Thinking of going for a desert kingdom build, like the ones for your stories.” he told him, “Really inspired me.” a sheepish look crossed Tommy’s face, but at Scar’s wide grin he felt warmth to have the other’s approval. “Well always happy to give a bit of inspiration! One of my specialties!” Scar said proudly as Tommy snorted out laughter. “I’m sure it’ll look great either way, getting out of your comfort zone is always good once and while.” the praise was nice, Tommy usually only used stones in his builds. But taking on sand was going to be new, being it would be a very pale color pallet. 

But Tommyinnit never backed down from a challenge! He’d see this through one way or another. And... it was good to know if he got stuck he could always ask for advice from the other hermits. He never expected to be here now, chatting away to Scar about his ideas and listening in turn to the man talk about his theme park build he was going for.  When Tommy landed in accident to Last Life series, and Grian having to help him adjust to the game, he expected that to be the end. But after dying near the end, Tommy woke up to Grian and Scott figuring out where he came from. No one just randomly ends up in others servers, and Grian as an admin was usually very secure in his whitelisting. The two agreed with Xisumi to let him come to Hermitcraft, as Xisumi’s magic was the strongest out there.

Investigation was going on into Dream SMP last Tommy heard, something about the admin breaking many many rules. Not that it was his problem, Scott told him he would be called in to answer question, but other then that, he told the other to let the Admin’s Guild take care of it. 

Took some time, but Tommy would say he’s doing better than before. And his confidence was growing, sparing lessons with False had been a great stress reliever. And it was also more than fun here, currently he heard Ren might be trying to become king of the server, he grinned to himself wondering how long before Grian started a rebellion. 

“Found it!” Tommy said to Scar who turned back to him as Tommy pulled the pick out of the shulker box. Scar laughed as he went over grabbing it. 

“Thanks Tommy!’ Scar said back, “Thought I’d have to go make a new one.” he rubbed the back of his head with a embarrassed grin.  Tommy hummed at that, “And as soon as you would have you’d have found it.” he joked as Scar nodded in agreement. 

Sitting now outside as Scar had to gather some things, Tommy looked at him, “Can you tell me another story?” he asked curiously as Scar paused for a moment in his rambling. 

“Is that the reason you came over?” Scar asked in a teasing tone, “wanting to hear another story form uncle Scar?” he grinned as Tommy snorted shoving him playfully. 

Tommy looked at him with a smirk, “Gonna be like that big man, then why don’t you sing it? Stress told me you have an amazing singing voice.” he told him as Scar just grinned wider. Tommy sat back on the grass as the elf man gripped the vines. Scar always did love to tell his stories, Elves were story tellers after all.

Leaning forward Scar looked at Tommy, ”Oh imagine a land, it’s a far way place, where the caravan camels roam.” he sang to the teen his hand gripping the vines “Where you wander among every culture and tongue.” 

Scar pointed at Tommy and shrugged, “It’s chaotic, but hey, it’s home.” he sang casually walking over to him, “Where the winds from the east!” he waved his hand east then whirled around to the west, “And the suns from the west!”

He turned again and held up a glass shard, “And the sand in the glass is right.” suddenly it vanished from his hands as Tommy was grinning. And if he noticed Grian and Mumbo nearby also caught by Scar’s singing, he didn’t say anything. 

“Come on down, stop on by,” Scar motion for people to come closer, “Hop a carpet and fly.”  Waving his hand as yellow dust like magic swirled from it, “To another Arabian Night!” 

The magic swirled around creating the images of the story Scar wanted to create as Tommy found himself enraptured by it along with anyone else who decided to show up. Look when Scar tells stories, you didn’t just leave.  There was the image of sands as they entered to a large city near the ocean side. The sun setting as the cold night moon cast shadows over the cactus and sandstone buildings. 

“As you wind through the streets, at the fabled bazaars. Where the cardamon-cluttered stalls.” the person they saw through weaved through the streets of people, the chatter was dull as the clank of carts, jewels, and coins was heard. 

“You can smell every spice, as you haggle the price of the silk and satin shawls.” a cat jumped across the area taking in her mouth as necklace before the owner could stop her, jumping back over the roofs and gracefully making her get away. She jumped down and over to the shoulders of a man who had on just a jacket that showed off his chest and many scars on them. She handed him the necklace as he pocketed it and let her jump off his arm to the ground below. They watched as she sat down looking around for something else with bright eyes.

“Oh the music that plays as you move through a maze, in a haze of your pure delight.” they were now looking up red colored castle as up at the top was the king and his knights. The candles floated up to the top held by a magic of some kind.

“You are caught in a dance, you are lost in the trance, of another Arabian Night!”

On the throne was a king with red eyes and red gemmed crown to match as before him was another. His blond hair and intense green eyes looked to his king. Bending down to tell him something in a hushed tone. The King gave a nod as his right hand man left back to the other knights. 

“Arabian Nights, like Arabian Days!” The person turned to follow the knight as they spoke to each other quietly, no doubt relaying the kings information. “More often then not, are hitter than hot! In alot of good ways!”

Turning away from them looking out over the city from above and then out over the dunes at a person walking through them. A parrot flew over head as it flew down over the dunes and to the person. “Arabian Nights, like Arabian Dreams! This mystical land, of magic and sand, is more than it seems.”

Landing down on the shoulder of the person who looked at the map in his hands and out over the desert area. His eyes shone with determination as he pulled up his red bandanna and his wings ruffled when sand and wind hit them. “There’s a road that may lead you, to good or to greed, through the power your wish it commands!”

It follows the bird again as it takes flight and moves up over the area he’s looking out over as he keeps trekking on and turns to two others making their way through the sands as well. One having crystals around his head that gleamed yellow and green, then other looking to him as he checked on the flowers in the chests, the moon beaming behind them as they look to the city. “Let the darkness unfold, or find fortunes untold!”

The bird flew past them as they nod and make their way to the city together, and out over the sands again over oasis until it came to a cliff side where it’s owner stood with a gem in hand. The magic from it waking up the light inside a large dragon mouthed cave. “Well your destiny lies in your hands!” as the man stood before the dragon.

‘Only one may enter, the diamond in the rough!’

Holding out his arms the man grinned widely as magic swirled around him as he placed the gem into the dragon’s eye and a golden light was seen. “Arabian Nights! Like Arabian Days! They seem to excite, take off and take flight! To shock an amaze!” then the light faded away as the man entered the cave.

Over head the moon shone bright as the sands swirled around it, “Arabian Nights!” on it shone a cat like creature that held the moonlight in it’s hands. “Neath Arabian Moons!” the sun slowly rose as a bird held the sunlight like liquid in it’s own taloned fingers. 

As the sun rose the kingdom shone like a torch in the rays of light, “A fool off his guard, could fall and fall hard. Out there on the dunes.” and slowly the streets came back into view. 

And the story started, following the steps of the Rough known as Maven and his side kick, partner in crime, Jellie! And how he stole and charmed the Red King out of the Jewels of Destiny. And how he met his friend, Pesky Bird. 

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- Scar tells stories using memories he has from 3rd Life. Marven is him and Pesky Bird is Grian. 

- The Red King and his knights is obvious, along with the two trailing the arts of flowers. 

- Scar likes to play up the drama in his stories, but he always catches an audience with the other hermits when he tells them. 

- Might write out the story ideas with what Scar tells them lol. 

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Okay so you get maybe the only ethubs-centric idea I have ever had, for some reason. I need more ethubs thoughts.

So there's this series of games called My Time At Portia and My Time At Sandrock which are both incredible fun farming/life sim style games. So that's where this idea comes from.

Okay so first, the setting would be a Minecraft fantasy world [of course] but like, far more clearly post apocalypse than I normally do. They're building new citys in the shadows of the ruins of old, or sometimes on top of them. And since this is based on hermit builds, the builds are for sure like MASSIVE - whereas comparatively the 'city' they live in is comparatively simple. I kind of want to set it on the outskirts of a jungle, which is like an ancient manmade planted forest that has WAY overgrown in the apocalypse and so there's tons to explore, along with the ruins around the city. You know, for the vibes.

Bdubs is a Builder - one of the people tasked with getting civilizations feet back under itself. He takes on any tasks - big or small. Someone needs a new chair, he builds it. There's a baby, he builds the nursery. The city needs a new wall - yep. Bdubs. And in order to encourage a ton of work getting done, Hermit Town's builders are pit against each other in friendly competition. And Bdubs absolutely wants to win at the end of the year - they earn points by getting commissions for the other citizens and city done. So obviously there's a huge draw for him to do a ton of stuff. I'm thinking Pearl and Scar are the other two like Official City Builders because I think the three of them would have a really interesting dynamic.

Etho is a part of the Civil Corps - basically the security force of the city. Also on this team are False and Gem I think. They're supposed to patrol, act as a sort of police force kind of? But also they keep the mobs at bay even in the outskirts of the town like where the builders tend to live. They're whole thing is making sure no one dies of unnatural causes. They ALSO go in and secure ruins so people like Bdubs can go claim materials and parts from the old world to be used in the new one - and info too. You see, in the ancient ruins is ton of lost redstone knowledge, and civilization has been working on relearning their roots here. So you've got like - I think Cub, Tango, and Mumbo as researchers who want that information, and Etho and Bdubs as the people who provide it.

So all that out of the way I think the plot is actually pretty simple. Bdubs is trying once again to beat Pearl and Scar at the end of the year Builder Awards by taking on more and more commissions throughout the year. More commissions means he's out and about collecting materials and building things around town and at his workshop. Being out and about more also gives him a GREAT excuse to see that smug bastard civil corps guy who he's definitely NOT infatuated with, thank you very much, which is definitely not why he conveniently needs help only when Etho is around.

I think it would be a softer plot than I normally go for where its Bdubs and Etho learning more and more about each other as the year goes on and falling in love while exploring the ruins around their city and helping each other, all the while Bdubs is working himself hard in order to win the commission competition and FINALLY beat Scar, which is what the story's plot is working towards. A lot of soft moments, some mild to moderate dangerous situations, 1 very hot civil corp member coming to save the day....do you see the vision. This would definitely be one that I would play out like Rift AU where its a series of connected stories instead of linear but god I can just like. FEEL the softness from here. The falling in love, the friendly competition. Its very different from most of my aus tbh but they deserve it.