#//cub rambles

[eepy-cub]

Clothes I wanna crochet for one of my stuffies!

All from pinterest, credit to owners

[shepscapades]

Thanks to artfight, I’ve finally finished a detailed, official dbhc cub reference! :D

(I’ve put his Artifight description below the cut, which has a more detailed explanation of his timeline, lore, and aesthetics! >:3)

-ˋˏ ༻ ❁  OVERVIEW ❁ ༺ ˎˊ-

Name: C.B.F.N.4000 (Cub) Pronouns: He/Him Species: Android Height: 5’9’’ Associated Visual Themes: vex, ghosts, explosions, mischief, scientist aesthetic, potions, potionmaking, sleepy/tired aesthetic, conspiracies

-ˋˏ ༻ ❁  ABOUT ❁ ༺ ˎˊ-

CBFN4000 is an au version of MCYT Hermitcraft’s Cubfan, set in my DBHC (or Detroit Become Hermitcraft) AU! This au is inspired by the 2018 game Detroit Become Human, but not because it really has anything to do with DBH—I simply yoinked the android mechanics and incorporated them into the world of Hermitcraft. It began as a S8 au, and has roughly followed the hermitcraft timeline up to the present! 

Cub was the last android made during Season 8. While many of the hermit androids were made at the beginning of season 8 and a few were made for season 9, Cub was finished and activated mid-late Season 8, around the time when Hermits started noticing the Big Moon. Cub’s model ended up being a sloppy experiment in deviation, as Doc suggested they try to transfer deviancy to an android upon activation to try and avoid traumatic situations that might cause an android to deviate violently or upsettingly, such as Etho’s, Tango’s, or Mumbo’s experiences. While this went relatively well initially, it clearly wasn’t very thoroughly thought out, as Xisuma (who is normally so adamant and detail-oriented when it comes to assuring the androids’ safety with experiments like this) wasn’t truly himself due to external manipulation and mostly left a relatively young-deviant Doc to carry out the project himself. 

Cub, though adjusting to sentience rather well at first, very quickly became wrapped up in the Big Moon happenings on the server, new personality and inexperience to emotions like fear and ignorance completely overwhelming his young system. He became obsessive over the implications and consequences of the Season 8 Moon Apocalypse, joining the Mooners and spreading his conspiracy theories religiously throughout the server as he descended into madness. The insanity was like a virus to his programming, pervasive and all-engulfing, and Cub’s final attempt to free himself from the Moon’s impact with the Earth—to launch himself on a llama into space via potion-powered TNT(insane btw)— left his hands and feet singed and cracked to ruin.

The experiment, considered a horrific failure by a deeply shameful—and more awake—S9 Xisuma, left Doc and Xisuma with the decision to reset him for the new season, and they ended up pairing him with a hermit like they had done with the other androids until they had found deviancy enough to pursue their own projects. So, at the start of season 9 and fresh after a reset, Cub was paired with Scar. Naturally, because Scar is… Scar, Cub deviated almost instantly after being given to him, and very quickly adopted the iconic lazy, stoic, amused attributes normally associated with Cubfan. Scar’s tendency towards mischief and general shenanigans grew instantly on Cub, and the two were an immediate inseparable pair. So much so that when Scar began rambling one day about his Season 5 Hermitcraft Shenanigans (where deals with the Vex may or may not have been involved), Cub immediately stated he was interested in being in on it. Whatever “it” means. It’s unclear if Cub also made a deal with the vex or became connected to them in some other way, but… well, he got Doc’s help to trick out his eyes, hair, and back to best fit the part. Scar is very jealous that he can't magically make himself have the same features to match.

Cub is closest with Scar, but he gets along just as well with any of the other hermits! He’s close with Jevin and many of the other redstoners like Etho and Doc, who are the other two androids I’ve put on artfight!

-ˋˏ ༻ ❁  EXTRAS ❁ ༺ ˎˊ-

Cub's eyes can light up in the dark, and he’s the only android who has edited his programming so that the default state of his LED is white, not blue. It still will go yellow and red if his processors are working particularly hard, but he’s replaced the blue setting on his LED with white to better match the Vex vibe. Cub has all of the vibes of a fae. If that’s anything <3

[acadieum]

(bg3 request) peaceful moments with lae'zel

[galaxy-lilies]

mods are asleep post sideways cub easter egg

[lemon-bread-slice]

i tasked myself with explaining cubfan135 to someone who didn't watch him, and my description was cubfan enjoyer™️ approved so i shall extend it to tumblr

cub is the 3rd gender of mad scientist. you have:

zed, zany kids cartoon mad scientist with actually pretty questionable ethics when you look into it

doc, mad scientist™️ no hiding the questionable morals but its fine because he's admired (read: feared), but has a randomly specific sweet spot, part-time tomato farmer??

then cub, who will ask if you want to be part of an experiment with all the nonchalance of inviting you out for coffee, then slip in that he ate a guy for science once

"What do you mean this strange malevolent fungus is 'invading my body'? It looks cool and i want to do tests on it. Primary research and all that!"

[stiffyck]

Do you have any soft convex headcanons you could share with us? (also I hope your anxiety gets better soon!!)

I do have a thought I haven't shared on tumblr. Warden Cub who wears noise canceling headphones most of the time because his hearing is very sensitive. His eyesight is not the best and he needs hi glasses to see. He gets headaches easily- he's a warden. He's not supposed to see at all. He's supposed to just hear and sense everything.

When he gets a particularly bad headache he will take his glasses off, put on the noise canceling headphones and lie in a dark room with Scar. Scar can purr. Whether he's a cat or some sort of a creature that purrs that's uo to your interpretation but he can purr.

Cub finds his purring very soothing. It makes him feel relaxed and comfortable and it helps with his headaches and the noise is just very pleasant for his sensitive ears.

Convex cuddles basically

[kupofdoodles]

helo guys this is a dubbing comparison

THIS 1 IS MY FAV (and longest) BY FAR!!!!!!

oks my notes and random stuff here

the korean dub has bianca and ursa calling barnacles and orson “oppa” making them the older twin!!!!

i luv barnacles’ added laugh when he’s talking to the cubs after catching them :33 and i noticed he’s more playful sounding with them in the original english version but he sounds more gentle in the korean version

I RLY LIEK BIANCA’S VOICE IN THE KOREAN DUB and her voice is softer in the english version while it isnt in the korean version!! i dont has opinions on that i just wanted 2 point it out

[spinnysocks]

more tlg outlanders as memes

that last one is especially bc of this post hgfhfhg

i love doing these sm if you have any suggestions lemme know >:)

[tyxaar]

Also can I just say that Cub's marketing for the fireworks factory is so damn good. Like, setting up shows in peoples' bases, arming HotGuy with an explosive crossbow, and gathering a buncha hermits for a firework battle against the dragon? I haven't seen so many fireworks used since crossbows were added!!!

[bear-cubs-art-things]

I forgot to post this snail I knitted two days ago

Is smol 🩵 and currently doesn't have a name, I'm open for suggestions

[angeart]

hhau rescue rambles - part II

>> part I here // hhau masterpost here <<

The hermits are here to take Scar home but Grian is gone and Scar can’t leave without him, even if the others would promise to look for him. (They won’t find him, they won’t, they won’t. Scar knows how vast these forests are. He knows how many hiding spots there are tucked away if one knows where to look.) (They don’t know where to look.)

They’re not listening to him. He’s half-feral and panicked and desperate, barely making any sense. He keeps saying he needs to find Grian, but he looks half-crazed, clothes stained by a huge amount of blood and—

If it looks, a little bit, like he’s just in frenzied denial of some grief? That maybe something happened and Grian isn’t here anymore? The world is permadeath, after all. The rescue party isn’t sure what to think.

Of course they promise to look for Grian. Of course they’ll try. But first, let’s get you somewhere safe, Scar.

Scar panics and backs away and says he isn’t going anywhere until they find Grian. He’s so so afraid they’ll take him away and he’ll never find him. (He keeps imagining that wretched scream he heard that very first day he found Grian, a year ago. How close of a call that was.) (He thinks of finding him after the mimic incident, barely surviving. Wounded and bloodied and ready to collapse.) (He thinks of Grian sobbing as he begs Scar to never leave him again.)

He can’t leave him behind. He can’t.

He won’t.

He’s done everything he can up to this point and if this is his last fight? Then damn it, he’s going to go out swinging. He is going to find Grian. Even if he has to fight his saviours. (They’re enemies if they’re trying to separate him and Grian—) 

He growls and lashes out and his vex magic comes through. The hermits are stunned and a little bit afraid and a whole lot confused. They’ve never seen him like this, hair white and claws ready to tear. (Cub, especially, is terrified of this development. Knowing that if Scar pushes himself too far in his vex form, he could die.) 

They try to placate him, calm him down, reassure him. They try to get the damn teleportation bracelet on him. They keep telling him they can take him home, it’s okay, Scar, it’s okay.

It’s not okay.

He isn’t leaving without Grian, and he isn’t trusting anyone else with this.

So he runs.

He runs from his friends—from people he loves with all his heart; people he thought he’ll never see again. Runs from the promise of home and safety and this hell being finally over. 

He runs, because he can’t take the salvation if he can’t share it with Grian.

Everything’s a bit of a blur as he rushes through the forest, looking for something to tell him where Grian is. He’s fully in his vex form, senses sharp and heart panicked, calling out, desperate for Grian to reply. 

There’s no answer.

Scar sees it, then: a handful of ripped-out feathers and blood.

His heart jumps into his throat, but he laser-focuses and starts following the trail. The world feels askew around him, his steps urgent, his breaths hovering near growls that want to threaten the whole forest if anything dares to hurt Grian more. (He hopes Grian’s still out there.) (He has to be. He has to be—) (Why is he not replying to Scar’s calls, then?)

Scar’s aware that if he can follow the trail of blood, so can others. He needs to be better than them. Faster. (He needs to be a better hunter than them.) He knows that if he’s following the trail now, maybe someone already followed it. (He tries not to let that thought in. That he might be too late.) 

He’s trailed by the hermit rescue party. They scramble in his wake, trying not to lose him. They lag behind, losing sight of him, but Cub staggers to follow his vex bond with Scar, like a tether, trying to hold down the swell of warning anxiety at the fact that Scar is in his vex form. Scar looks feral, he lashed out and ran from them, clothes stained by blood and hair white—

Them following just makes Scar feel hunted. His instincts go haywire and put him more on edge. 

He keeps going.

He keeps calling out, too. Uncaring that he’s attracting every hunter in the vicinity. He can take them. He will happily attract them to himself if that means they won’t go after Grian instead. (The fact that he’s searching for Grian gets a bit tangled up in him. The fact that if he succeeds, he’ll just be bringing the hunters to Grian fails to quite register. He’s not thinking very straight.)

Hermits hear those wails, echoing through the forest. He sounds like a wandering spirit. 

Inhuman. 

Lost.

 --

Grian is hurt. Hand pressed against the spot on his side that bleeds, he sits curled up, pressing himself into some bushes for a moment of reprieve—just a moment, just a little bit, please, please.

He hears Scar’s calls from far away. He hears them, and his heart tears itself to pieces.

He is terrified and hurting, and it feels dangerously close to a despair-filled memory.

 He tries to shield himself from it. There’s a reason he ran. There’s a reason why Scar should stay away from him. He can’t— He shouldn’t— He—

Scar draws closer. Grian can hear his sobbing and heaving. His pleading, so heartrendingly desperate. “Grian please. Grian answer me.”

Grian finds himself cautiously standing up, every muscle taut. His heart is rabbity fast, fear clogging his throat. 

He doesn’t mean to answer. He really, really doesn’t mean to. (He needs to keep Scar away.) Yet a distressed chirp slips through anyway, like a terrified call, begging for Scar.

The sound of it pitches something in Scar. His sobbing changes to panic and dwindling hopefulness. “Grian…?”

There’s a tinier chirp then. Scared. Still involuntary.

Grian is so so afraid and he should know better, but a part of him is desperate for Scar.

The moment he sees Scar, though, the futility rips through him. No. He isn’t meant to— Scar shouldn’t be near him. Because Grian’s been gone so shortly and yet the hunters have already found him. He’s already gotten hurt. He is a beacon.

He can’t stay near Scar. It’ll get Scar hurt. 

It’ll get Scar killed.

(Everything good that stays near Grian dies—)

He needs to get away from him.

He backs away. Tells Scar, in a wobbly voice, not to approach.

Scar doesn’t care. He needs to get to Grian. He needs to get to him, they can go home, this can all be over. 

Running on some faulty reasoning, Grian tries to get away. It’s useless, he is in no state to outrun Scar—he can’t bring himself to fly and he’s bleeding, dizzy on panic—but he feels like he needs to try, anyway. 

His feet feel heavy beneath him, the world unsteady. Scar is behind him and Grian’s heart begs him to stop, turn around, and burrow into his arms. (He can’t he can’t he can’t—)

It takes only a couple of steps for Grian to trip over some roots, the world as cruel to him as ever, sending him plummeting harshly down in a rough tumble of leaves and limbs and feathers. A pained, fearful yelp gets punched out of him on impact.

Scar’s next to him in an instant, kneeling down and gathering him in his arms. Crying as he buries Grian in a hug, terrified he might try to run again. Frantically telling him, “Grian, it’s over, it’s over, we can go home— Please—”

Grian’s sobbing against him, held in place, unable to understand what Scar is saying. He just wants Scar to get away from him and stay safe. (Grian can’t be safe. He’s been doomed from the start. He’s been doomed this whole time.) (He’ll end up like that bird. Dead, with wings ripped off—)

The words “it’s over” mean nothing to him. All he manages to choke out is, “There is no— There’s no home anymore.” They’ve had their safety ripped away from them over and over again. They’ve been showed that they can’t have a home anymore; this world will not allow it. Nowhere is safe. Nowhere is safe, as long as Grian’s wings are bright violet and attached to his spine. 

Scar insists, a series of reassurances, words tripping over each other as he tries to keep his hold on his voice. He says they’ll be okay. He says they don’t have to run anymore. Please, Grian, we can go home.

But it’s not a concept that exists anymore for Grian; it refuses to register in his mind, words sliding right off him, incoherent.

What he knows is this: he failed to protect Scar, and they don’t have a home to go back to, and Grian is sure the hunters are about to show up, any second. He’s so tired and terrified, and he needs Scar to be shielded from this fate. He needs him to be safe.

Scar isn’t letting go of him. His grip is firm as he continues to plead with Grian. He doesn’t want to be rough, he’s never been forceful with Grian, but he can’t let go now. Even as Grian paws at him and tries to push him away. 

Grian’s crying so hard; his efforts to get free are all frantic and urgent, yet half-hearted. (He wants to give in and bury himself in the protectiveness of Scar’s arms.) (He wants all of Scar’s promises to be true.)

And yet something tips askew.

Because Scar’s never been forceful with Grian.

He was always so gentle. He’d never grab him like this, with so much force. So much insistence.

Grian is hit with a dizzying, nauseating thought. Is this a trap? Is this a mimic?

Grian starts chirping. More of those distressed, scared noises as he can't get free of Scar's grip.

It’s the first time ever that Scar won’t heed Grian’s requests to be let go. Not even if Grian says it hurts. He won’t let go he won’t he won’t. He’ll drag him home if he has to.

Grian’s scared and confused, all his thoughts are jumbled, running on rampant trauma responses and unadulterated panic. He can’t deal with any of this. He keeps trying to wrangle free and push Scar away (is it even Scar???), begging him to let go, but it’s so horribly weak. It’s almost nothing. He just chokes on sobs and hyperventilates. (He feels caught.) (He feels like Scar will get killed because of him.) (He doesn’t know what’s happening.)

It’s awful. It’s wrong. It’s— It’s not what it’s meant to be. 

This should be easy. This should be the best day ever! They can go home! 

Instead, it’s like a panicked final showdown and Scar feels like it’s him against everyone. The hermits weren’t listening to him (Grian needs him, he needs him, he needs him), and now Grian isn’t listening to him either. (He can’t comprehend what Scar’s saying at all, and isn’t that so heartbreaking?) (Scar is desperate to get through to him. To calm him down enough so that this could be anything more than Scar forcefully holding him as Grian chokes on panic.) (The kind of panic he should never feel in Scar’s arms—)

Voice breaking, Scar pleads, over and over again. Please, Grian. Please. It’s okay. It’s okay, we can go home, we’ll be alright. It’s me. It’s me, I got you, we’re gonna be safe.

It’s the kiss he presses to Grian’s hair that tips the scales a little, just enough for Grian’s chirps to mute, his sobbing drifting off into softer cries. He goes limp under the affection, still terrified, still trembling and choking on air, but now he’s pressing himself against Scar instead of trying to get free. 

“G, do you understand what I’m saying?” Scar begs in a wavering voice, unbecoming of his feral appearance. He holds onto the magic prickling along his skin, alert for any sort of danger, anything that so much as tries to approach and hurt Grian. His hands are still clawed. His hair is still white. His veins are still stuffed with unending desperation. 

Nothing is over yet. 

It should be. It should be, but it isn’t.

Not yet, not yet.

 The hunters find them before the hermits do.

-- part III here

[densewentz]

you kissed a bear???

Also, how did a wolf chip your tooth?

I've actually gotten to kiss a handful! A fun mix of adult and cub Kodiaks and black bears. (All hand-reared, well-socialized bears born and raised in captivity please dont try to kiss wild bears guys. I shouldn't have to say that but this is tumblr so I am)

The thing about bear kisses is that they are great because the whole time you're struck with the awareness that the only reason you're getting away with it is because the bear likes you and is letting you. Granted the bear cubs got kissed whether they wanted to sit still for it or not. It's good socialization to be cuddled and waddled around by a strange woman who keeps smacking kisses on your face.

(as for the wolf, her name was Twister and she got so excited to see me once that she launched up to give ME kisses and my short ass arms were no match for her determination. Wild enthusiasm + Wolf Velocity + Short arms = Chipped Front Tooth from Excited Baby desperately trying to lick my face. She's been the only Wolf Launch I wasn't able to intervene in time lol. In addition to chipping my front tooth she also smeared just. SO much mud onto my face that I was basically unrecognizable) Thank you for the ask!

[square-opossums]

Meet HotGuy and CuteGuy’s arch nemesises…

SEX-MACHINE AND BIG-TIDY

[sinfullyrosey]

Romantic with Ortho????? He's a child child.... hes a kid not a teen. He's a baby

I had a feeling somebody was going to make a stink about this.

1. I age up all characters for my writings. Maybe I should have clarified as such in that specific post, so that's on me. Think of it as Idia giving him upgrades in the future like how he gave him legs for walking idk use your imagination.

2. Ortho is not a baby or a kid. I'm sick of seeing the fandom treating Ortho the same way as Cheka (an actual child). It's been stated during the Ignihyde chapter that Ortho recalls memories from eleven years ago, back when he was five. Meaning he'd be sixteen now (or rather his human counterpart would be). Ortho is literally considered to be on the same level, age-wise as the other first years.

3. The double standard of your last statement kind of makes me question your age, especially since you sent this on anon. So, are you saying that me writing romance or smut of the other underage characters, who are 16-17, is okay, because they are teens, despite still being underage in canon?? I can't help but question if you are a teenager yourself, because that's the only reason I can think of as to why you would make it a point that "Ortho is a kid, not a teen," as if him being a teenager is any better in this situation (which didn't even involve anything sexual fyi).

If you are under the age of eighteen, then you shouldn't even be here, directly interacting with me in the first place. Because if that is the case, then that is a hell of a lot worse than some stupid post about kissing a fictional robot boy on the cheek.

tl;dr Ortho is not a baby or a kid, dude is literally trigger happy if you so much as insult his big bro. I age up all characters, specifically the underage ones. I gave the option to view the post as either romantic or platonic. It was just a kiss on the cheek, nothing spicy. If you are underage, never message me again until you are eighteen years or older.

And if it bothers you so much, then just block my blog and stop exposing yourself to it instead of messaging me on anon.

[galaxy-lilies]

manbun grian

[misteria247]

Hello,

I need another set of eyes and you are the resident expert on all things 12 Mom Leo related.

Was he seriously watching over his siblings as a turtle tot as they waited for Splinter to get back?! Or is he not the one sitting up and I’m looking at the wrong turtle…

First off I'm super flattered to be known as the 12 Mom Leo expert in the residency I'll carry this title with pride fr fr.

To answer your question, I do believe that is Leo! Cuz if I'm recalling correctly it's the same turtle tot who crawled over to Splinter and showed interest in his katana. Which just makes this even more cuter because that means this dorky loser literally hatched out of his egg full on ready to Mom the hell out of his brothers and I'm living for it dude.