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Stream Recap, DocM77, 07/06/24

In which Doc is trapped in the sky and given birthday love and harassment by both his hermit friends and the Chat. He harvests a lot of cherry wood and acquires a valuable moss block after a base tour with Pearl and her llama ends in tragedy. ((I have not recapped the llama tour itself because it is admirably covered in Pearl's video and will probably feature prominently in Doc's Friday video as well.)) False stops by to tease him and Ren pays a visit to hear about Doc's new plan to darken the server with a massive cobblestone ceiling.

9:00 Doc opens his stream in studio view with one minute left on the clock, during the playing of his channel intro song. He headbangs along with the song, declares how great it is, and welcomes the Chat. Today is Doc’s birthday and he is severely emotionally compromised. Not only has everything gone wrong for him in game with losing the court case, it has been one month since his big sub jump and he was not able to stream last week, so his sub count has gone back to 900 from a high of 5000. He specially greets all the single ladies and talks about the chat he had with Ren about there being many single ladies in the stream chats. Ren turned on his facecam to appeal to the single ladies in his stream but feels moral qualms about it. Doc laugh and admit that he is making all of this up. He welcomes the DCP (Doc Collaboration Project, his artist collective) back from TwitchCon in Amsterday

12:00 Doc tells Chat that today he has set the Doccy Fund (now renamed Birthday Fund) to $7777.77 with the assumption that some millionaire will happen into the stream today and fill it up because it is his birthday. If he has learned anything from the court case where he was branded an enormous baby and banished to the sky to beg items off his friends, it is that whining can be effective to get what you want. Chat points out that TwitchCon was in Rotterdam. Doc shrugs this off, he never goes to TwitchCon anyway. A chatter sends a tongue-in-cheek birthday message, Doc admits that he doesn’t really look forward to birthdays anymore because it just means getting older. He decides that from now on he will conceal his real age (notwithstanding the “77” in his handle) and workshops the sexiest age to be with the single ladies in chat. It is now Chat’s job to spread the word that Scar is 48 years old and Doc is 33. Doc starts to tell a joke about how he was looking through the adult ads in the local paper the other day, then abruptly decides he is not going to tell that joke.

13:40 Doc thanks subs and donos. He opens the game and logs into Hermitcraft, where he is on his Skyblock island. Someone has covered his dirt blocks with lit candles and there is a cake with a sign wishing him a happy 77th birthday, with love from Cleo. Doc is initially upset, but calms down when he realizes this is a birthday gift. There is also a sympathetic and condescending message from Skizz telling him that being stuck up here is the only way Doc will reflect on his actions. Given recent events, Doc has to check every inch of his base to make sure nothing has been stolen, after which he can eat some cake. Someone has also named the sheep “Doc’s Only Friend.” Chat thinks that is very funny.

15:30 Doc rants a bit about how all of this is so unfair, then wonders if anyone is going to bring him any useful gifts. What he really needs is some moss blocks so he can make a bonemeal farm. These candles are next to useless and they are making his base too cute. Candles and cake and pink fences take away from the whole Fortress of Solitude look. Doc informs in-game chat that he is online and streaming, and thanks subs and donos. He stares longingly over at his shop, then tells Chat about how yesterday he was filming the outro for his new video and reminds everyone that the new TCG cards are coming out soon, some of them worked on by the DCP. His cards are taking longer than usual because he does not get back to the artists (especially SubToMumbo) with feedback in good time. Chat points out that Doc has already claimed SubToMumbo is his fandom alt. He is hoping for Goatfather and Docmaid as his alter ego cards.

20:00 A chatter says Doc is aging like fine wine. He says that fine wine aging means it just gets more sour, and at his age it means just rotting from the inside. But he wants to do something useful today! He wants to grow more cherry trees, for a start. He begins picking up the candles and lets out a truly headphone-demolishing “NOOOOOOOO” as he accidentally breaks one of his precious dirt blocks and sends it plummeting to earth. Chat is both deafened and bereft. Doc has now lost two dirt blocks and he cannot afford that kind of lack of concentration. He needs to make a lower floor, stat. He shows chat the boat on his hotbar and explains that if he does fall, he’s going to try and boat MLG so he doesn’t touch the ground. He also blames Chat for the loss of the dirt block.

22:20 Despite the setback, Doc has plans for today which include growing cherry trees both for wood and to collect leaves for his composter. He’s down to 15 iron blocks now and really needs an iron farm, but he still has the shears he used to cut leaves for the cobble farm. A chatter makes a large gift of subs, which makes Doc feel a lot better. He tells Chat that what he wanted for his birthday IRL was just to go out to dinner with Karin. She works for a newspaper and got an insider tip about a restaurant that is about to get a Michelin star but that is currently not overexposed and still has good prices. They went there and had a lovely meal. Doccy was there too and behaved very well, asking frequently “Papa, am I fancy?” Doccy was extremely popular and got free dessert. Chat thinks this story is adorable. Doc doesn’t typically want to bribe for good behavior with sweets, but he made an exception this once. He also got a card and little present from Doccy, who is left-handed and still writes upside-down.

27:20 A cherry tree grows, big skyblock excitement! Doc thanks subs and donos, who are being quite generous this morning. He says this birthday is great, makes him forget he’s trapped in Skyblock. Chat is much better than YouTube commenters, who can still be obnoxious after all the years Doc’s been dealing with them. One commenter on the new video went on a super-obnoxious rant about how Doc isn’t smart because he didn’t make a giant grass platform to easily spawn all the friendly mobs he could need for food and wool. Doc walks to the edge of the platform and looks out over the vast, grassy world spread out beneath him and points out that this is not actually Skyblock, he is not playing in an empty void where animals have only one place to spawn. Chat joins him in mocking the commenter.

29:20 Doc says someone told him he could plant a golden carrot for regular carrots. Chat tells him that is not a thing. Doc tries it anyway. It does not work. He thanks subs and donos, then begins harvesting his new trees. Today is Day 3 of Doc’s Skyblock exile, and the plan is mostly chill. Doc doesn’t want to build anything very big on stream because he wants to save big tech jumps for the video, but he can grind out some resources for those things. Doc tells the story of why he could not stream last week: Karin was sick and Doccy wanted to go to the swimming pool, and family always comes first. But Doc really is trying to keep his consistent streaming schedule so he can build subs and avoid having to take product endorsements. Chat is supportive of Doc’s priorities.

35:30 Doc shears leaves and talks about his Skyblock experience so far. Docs feels a lot of pressure due to his technical Minecraft skills to always be pushing forward on everything, including Skyblock. A lot of people expect him to be going full-bore even starting from nothing, and there’s some pressure there to perform. He tells Chat that the Hivemind is currently extremely busy with the jump to 1.21 and there is some very exciting and confusing stuff coming up! He can’t talk too much about it until it is ready to display on video, because the Technical Minecraft community is very competitive and even a whiff of a clue will get everyone looking in the same direction for the next new thing. He tells Chat elaborate lies about his text-to-voice mod and about the single ladies sliding into his DMs, then admits it’s all a lie and everyone knows he has a partner. But he has checked on a few of the more active “single ladies” in chat just to make sure they are actually adults.

43:00 Doc uses up his shears well before he runs out of leaves and resorts to just chopping the rest of the cherry wood. Chat suggests hitting Mumbo up for some more iron. Doc points out that even without actual checking, some people are active enough in the community over the years that you learn what they look like and their basic facts just from longevity and proximity. Some of Doc’s chatters have been around for 10+ years. “StalkM77,” jokes Chat. A chatter asks why Doc doesn’t just waterstream down and grab his gear from his chest. Doc says he could probably do that, but it would be against the spirit of the punishment and also make for less good content. Doc also doesn’t want to take Cleo’s suggestion of placing blocks to hop or bridge across the ground, but he may build a flying machine. He points out that this whole exercise is voluntary in the sense that the other Hermits can’t exactly force him into the sky, but this is a good way to ensure Cleo doesn’t have a grudge against him for the rest of the season.

48:00 The real problem with this exile is that the Ore Snatcher now has the opportunity to do their terrible deeds unopposed. Doc has seen the messages from YouTube commenters about how some of them are tired of the storyline and want it to stop, but this is a storyline Doc has no control over! It goes however long the Ore Snatcher wants it to, and Doc just has to go crazy on his Skyblock in the meantime. Doc admits he knows it is Cub. Chat is not sure, but Doc is sure. This is in Cub’s wheelhouse and only he would have the dedication. The only think Doc doesn’t know is Why? He hasn’t done anything to Cub this season. He ridicules the outlier theory that he has an evil alter ego and is doing it to himself.

51:00 The only way to stop Cub is to catch him red-handed. Doc thanks subs and donos again, he is getting quite a few but his hype train is still on cooldown. Chat is sympathetic to Doc’s exile and think maybe he should’ve had a better lawyer. Doc discusses the giant baby defense, which was funny but ultimately useless. He admits that hiring Joe was sort of an accident. He threatened Cleo in chat with hiring Joe due to Joe’s convoluted style of argument, and was surprised when Joe jumped in immediately to accept the job. Saying no at that point might have hurt Joe’s feelings, and it cannot be argued that Joe does have a very creative mind. Doc notices some lag on the server and asks Xisuma if he’s running his copper farm. Copper farms put a lot of strain on the server.

57:00 A chatter gives Doc a dono to help offset the emotional distress caused by Skyblock and suggests Doc get his husband to help him out. Doc says Ren has already helped him ((Ren provided him with nine sand blocks and a grass block in Doc’s last episode)). He plants some more saplings, saying his mid-term mission is to get enough wood to not have to worry about it for awhile. He flirts with the single ladies of Chat, then makes it clear that anyone in Chat under 30 should not count themselves as the focus of his flirtation, though men can also count themselves among the single ladies if they would like. He tells the story about the time he went to the sauna when it was Ladies Day and nobody told him and he didn’t realize why there were so many women there.

1:05:40 Doc is losing his mind stuck up on the Skyblock. He also needs to start watching his alcohol choices because yesterday he drank one glass of wine and got a nasty stomachache from it. He drinks so rarely these days he’s got no tolerance anymore. The older folks in chat sympathize. By the time you get to 40, Doc says, there’s hardly any regular casual drinking, you either drink rarely or you’re an alcoholic. He thanks subs and donos again. Doc tells a story about his dad, who had two beers every night for years and who seemed completely chill about it until they were in a situation where he couldn’t get his evening beer and it became clear that he had a real physical dependency on it. Talking to his dad about it didn’t turn out well and his dad was not a good person in general. He has not talked to his dad in about 20 years now. Doc’s grandfather was his male role model and his grandfather didn’t drink at all, which was strange in a village where all the social life revolved around alcohol.

1:14:00 Doc gets distracted by talking about Berliners with very large bottles of alcohol just walking around after work. He’s not a fan. A chatter asks what beer Doc likes and he says he likes the beer Methodz brews but not really anything else. He’s a cocktail guy when he drinks, he likes a gin and tonic with a bit of ice. Doc investigates the “mixed drink” golden carrots that Kerlis gave him, which is reskinned as a pina colada. Doc sings the song and advises Chat not to drink. It’s not really that great. It’s not so much a social lubricant as it just makes people obnoxious. Being a little tipsy at a party is fine, but more is not good.

1:20:00 Doc remembers he wanted to make some bonemeal. He feeds leaves into the composter and collects the bonemeal. He tells the story of a time when he’d been out with a group of couples and they’d all been with their drinks, and one of the women in the group still got roofied. They took care of her and she was safe, but it was weird and scary. Some people are just messed up. A chatter makes a big donation, Doc thanks them and makes a joke about sugar daddies and mommies. He tells a story about going to visit some very wealthy family friends and meeting weird people there. A chatter asks if Ren isn’t Doc’s only single lady on the server. Doc laughs and says Ren is great, and that’s why Ren is his husband. Or wife, or something. He just knows the fans like that sort of thing. He repeats his mini-rant about complicated flags and how the Jolly Roger is the only really good flag. Chat laughs at him and calls him an old man.

1:30:00 A chatter makes a very large donation with a text-to-voice saying “Happy birthday, also Cleo said she’s going to kill your sheep in front of you.” Doc becomes very distracted by all of this. He says this news is bittersweet, with the money and the sheep at the same time. He jokes about how he’s going to max out the donation bar and take a two week vacation to Thailand, except that Karin would kill him. Thailand is great, he assures Chat, but it’s also very expensive and his priorities have changed now that Doccy is around. He describes Doccy sitting on their bed in the morning singing a song about how life is great and it is very cute. He looks at Doccy and all he wants to do is protect them and make sure that they are never afraid ever.

1:33:50 A chatter asks if Doccy is bilingual, Doc says yes, to a certain degree, but they are not trying to teach them specifically. Kids just pick up the language that is spoken to them. A chatter asks if Doccy likes Minecraft yet, but Doccy has minimal screentime yet. Doccy did like the Perimeter and considered it “Home” on Hermitcraft 9. They also knew Decked Out and had a very cute interaction with Dungeon Master Tango. Chat remembers that moment very fondly.

1:37:00 Once you have kids, Doc explains, everything changes, and you don’t want as many things for yourself anymore. He thinks that is why so many dads end up with socks and wallets for Father’s Day, because it’s hard to think of thinks you actually want. A chatter tells Doc that Cleo has been running interference for him with the other Hermits and has stopped several pranks on his Skyblock already, including Skizz killing his sheep. She says she and Doc are friends now. Doc says that Skizz should not be interfering in this punishment, he is a lawyer and it is against his probation rules or bar exam or something like that. Another chatter suggests spreading the love of chickens across the server, Doc would like to do that but he hasn’t managed to get hold of a chicken yet. He looks over the edge, just in case there might be a chicken around.

1:40:40 Now that Doc has bonemeal, he can bonemeal grass blocks and get seed, which he does. He grabs hold of his lead and decides to go down a little ways to see if chickens will appear. He creates a water column and, after being distracted by a dono, heads down the stream. He sees a chicken! The chicken is too far away to respond to his seed, or his pleading and whistling, or him calling it a stupid-ass chicken. Chatters suggest a fishing rod, but Doc doesn’t have a fishing rod. Someone says break his carrot on a stick, but that’s not a thing. He waits through the night and goes back out to get the chicken, already deciding that this is stupid to do on stream and also that Chat is being really unhelpful. A chatter says that using up all the durability on a carrot stick will return a fishing rod, but Doc does not have a pig. If only there were a pig conveniently located just underneath the skyblock and not a pig head sitting in Doc’s base…

1:50:00 Doc drops another water stream and starts sinking. The chicken is still pretty far away. Doc explains to chat that an MLG bucket clutch from a height might save his life but it would count as touching the ground and is still bad. He watches the chicken approaching and is excited until the chicken turns and dives down a ravine. He unnleashes another headphone-killing NOOOOOOO as Chat howls with laughter. There is still another chicken though, and also an egg. He still has a chance, but he is definitely going to fall if he keeps looking at chat. Doc moves the water column and tries again. He laughs at how chat has slowed down and subs and donos paused because everyone is glued to the screen and watching to see if he falls. This time he manages to catch the chicken with the lead and drags it back up the water stream. Doc admits he is sweating. He gets back to the platform and tells everyone they can unclench as soon as he has the chicken at the base.

2:00:00 Doc scoots the chicken around the edge of the base to find a good place to pull the chicken up. After a close call with some lava, he gets the chicken safely tethered to the side of his house. Doc takes a relaxation break and mines more wood, then takes a quick bio-break.

2:06:00 Doc comes back and is momentary bamboozled by chatters claiming the chicken died, but it is fine. A little close to some lava, but far enough to be safe. Doc scolds chat for organizing so quickly to troll him. He goes back to harvesting wood, because you can’t have enough of crappy pink wood. He tells Chat that he knows they are a good audience because the Hermitcraft hermits have spent years brainwashing their audiences into behaving. A chatter asks what happened to the oak Doc was collecting before, he says he got enough apples and oak is much more annoying to grow than cherry, with fewer saplings and sticks and less wood per tree. A chatter says that Hermitcraft is honestly the best TV show on YouTube and Doc agrees. He points out that if you added up all the group views from some of the most popular seasons, they probably did better than a lot of TV shows out there. If they got those views on Netflix, they’d be rich! Netflix needs to come after Hermitcraft. Chat suggests House of Goat for a name.

2:12:00 Doc and Chat bluesky about a Netflix treatment of Hermitcraft. Chatters are torn between a documentary about Hermitcraft and a Minecraft Story Mode treatment of the storylines. Doc concedes that production companies only think in the short term and if they were going to do a show about SMPs, it would be some flash in the pan that blows up, not something that is solid for a decade. And a lot of YouTubers are very young and inexperienced and can much more easily be trapped into bad contracts. Doc is musing aloud about this phenomenon when he notices Pearl is standing on his roof. Chat is very happy to see Pearl.

2:16:50 Pearl asks Doc if he wants to go on an excursion. The events that follow have been documented well (and hilariously) by Pearl in her “Malicious Compliance” Hermitcraft episode and will almost certainly feature heavily in Doc’s next episode as well, so don’t really need to be recapped here. The episode is _very_ worth watching, but the TLDW is that Pearl drags Doc on a llama to see her finished flower shop, Doc is terrified the whole time but not too terrified to take a crack at getting into an ender chest when he has a chance, accidentally shifts while doing so and touches the ground, and then gets blown up by a creeper Pearl accidentally navigates the llama close to. (The llama is fine.) Doc respawns on the skyblock, Pearl gives him back his things and offers to keep the secret, but Chat has already snitched. Pearl feels bad and goes to get Doc a block of moss to make up for it.

2:38:30 A chatter donates for text-to-voice and tells Doc that the shop does not count as “ground,” so no extra time. Doc and Chat are excited by the possibility of a loophole. Some chatters say that blocks Pearl placed count as “ground” and only Doc-placed blocks are “not-ground,” but it’s enough of a theory to hang a possible legal defense on. He decides the best way to proceed is to pretend to still be upset so he still gets the moss block, and to build up his XP again to conceal the fact that he ever died. Pearl comes back and gives him the moss block and wishes him good luck with finding loopholes. She leaves. Doc decides it was overall a good trip because he got an apple, a horn, a moss block, some wither roses and A LOOPHOLE. ((Also some cyan dye, for those keeping score at home.)) He was a little distraught at first, but he thinks this loophole is going to work for him. Chat encourages Doc to write a message to Pearl to keep her from feeling bad about the accident, he writes to her and tells her not to worry, loophole.

2:44:00 Chat argues with itself about the definition of ground and the validity of the loophole. Doc knows that Cleo is going to find out about this eventually and wanted to not be in the position of arguing semantics and the fine points of the rules, mostly because he’s pretty sure Judge Bdubs will solve edge cases by coin toss. Doc is back to regretting his life choices. Pearl dies to a zombie and Doc tuts about it, saying things aren’t really that bad, she doesn’t need to go killing herself over it. Doc’s chest is almost full, he needs to make another one. It’s also extremely chaotic and he misses his storage system. But he has a moss block now, and that is huge. He could make a moss farm. The thrill of skyblock is that any new block he gets opens new frontiers of possibility.

2:50:00 Doc plants more trees and tries to relax as he explains how he accidentally shifted. Pearl pulled him far enough away to close the ender chest inventory just as he was shift-clicking something into his inventory. Without being in an inventory screen, the shift was a dismount command and the rest is hopefully-loopholeable history. Chat is still quibbling with itself about the loophole, but everyone is distracted when “Oh my god HI!” starts playing again and again overhead, and a Hermit arcs in for a landing. It’s Falsesymmetry! Chat is happy to see False.

2:52:30 Doc, who is a ittle on edge after his previous visitor, demands to know what False wants. False plays hurt, saying she hasn’t even been here before and she wants to know what he’s been up to! Doc explains that he can’t trust anyone right now because Pearl just threw him on the ground and it was only his masterful reflexes that allowed him to land safely on some stairs. False is baffled at how Pearl could’ve thrown him on the ground, Doc says it’s a long story. False wishes him a happy 77th birthday, like it says on the cake. Doc, who hadn’t read the sign before, is a bit shocked. False tells him sympathetically that eyesight does get bad when you get old. Doc has to agree with that and says that he’s gotten to the age now where he has to hold things away from himself to read them.

2:54:00 Doc asks False how TwitchCon was, and mentions she met some of the DCP members. She is not familiar with the name, but did meet the artists. One of the artists is in chat and pleased to be remembered, False does the OMG HI horn at them. Doc realizes now that it was a horn and laughs, saying that it didn’t really sound like False and it confused him. She responds with a barrage of OMG HI, both spoken and horn form, that soon has Doc cowering under the trees and Chat yelling along. False remarks that this is great because Doc can’t go anywhere. Doc says it’s not great, but he definitely isn’t going anywhere now after his Pearl “adventure.” He explains that Pearl took him out the way one takes a dog on a walk. False remains baffled, but Doc tells the abbreviated story of the llama walk, leaving out the stair-touch. False thinks this might require additional time added to his sentence, but Doc suddenly redirects the conversation to the possibility of False being the Ore Snatcher. He hadn’t suspected her before, but she could well be!

2:56:40 False thinks it’s Cub. Doc knows it is Cub. False demands to know why he’s blaming her, then! Doc can’t be sure, not until he catches Cub red-handed. He knows it’s not False, though. False wishes it were her, because she could use some diamond ore. Doc tells her that when he gets down, he is going to make the Ore Snatcher everyone’s problem because everyone will be so miserable that they will find the ore snatcher just to appease Doc’s wrath. False points out that this seems like a pretty good case for keeping Doc on the Skyblock and out of the way. She flies away, leaving Doc to grumble that they don’t know he has a record up here, which means MOTIVATIONAL QUOTES FOR EVERYONE! Last season Tango didn’t like the quotes at Decked Out, so Good Guy Doc restricted the range, but no more of that! He might just do an enormous loop of himself whining and play it for everyone on the server. Chat points out that Doc is not beating the giant baby allegations.

3:00:00 Doc demonstrates his most annoying whining techniques. ((The recapper has a brief traumatic flashback to her own preschooler not wanting to go to bed.)) Chat likes this idea, but it might be too evil. Another chatter mentions the gear chest below the Skyblock, but Doc reiterates that it is against the spirit of the challenge. He wouldn’t have gotten wings from the ender chest either, he was mostly fooling around. He has the epiphany that if he can record Doccy whining, that could be very easily weaponized for Hermitcraft. Chat is excited about all this vengeance.

3:03:00 Doc decides it’s time to relax a little and play some guitar. Chat grooves along. He plays some Pearl Jam, then some Alice in Chains. The guitar needs some tuning. He promises one day he will tune the guitar before stream and there will be more music. He takes a minute to tune it a little, then plays a bit more. He plays Wonderwall. Chat is amused. He plays Rocking in the Free World, then realizes he should probably play some Minecraft. He chops more wood. Doc tells Chat he used to be pretty good and know a lot of songs, but if you want to stay good, you have to play regularly.

3:10:00 Doc has been streaming three hours now and is starting to get hungry. He and Chat talk about guitars and about Doc’s plan to create ETERNAL DARKNESS with automated block-placing systems covering the village, the SD and all the bases in cobble. And then there will be the whining as well! And this time he will not be the one cleaning up the prank the way he did with the Perimeter, so there! Oh, and he will blame it all on the Ore Snatcher. He is already claiming to be a baby, this will definitely fit. He thanks subs and donos, makes a slightly off-color joke about satisfying the single ladies, then jokes about forgetting he was streaming. Doc’s hingedness level is clearly dropping the longer he streams today.

3:16:00 Doc gets a brainstorm and looks up the tabs for All the Single Ladies. He tries to play it on the guitar by sight-reading the tab sheet but can’t remember how the song goes well enough. It’s not a very good tab, either. He gets distracted realizing he’s never looked at the lyrics for the verses and is trying to parse the meaning of “Up on him, he up on me” when leaf decay strikes and drops him out of the tree he’d been harvesting. Luckily he was still over his platform, but the near miss means music time is over. Skyblock is no place for distractions! Doc blames the single ladies in the chat and says that if he’d died because he was looking up the lyrics to All The Single Ladies, he never would’ve been able to explain it to anyone.

3:20:00 Chat spots an egg and is very excited about it. Doc collects it and puts it in the chest. He realizes that False has changed the birthday sign to read “Happy 777th Birthday” and changes it to say “Happy 7th Birthday” to go with the big baby theme. A chatter says that they usually watch Ren and it is hilarious how mean Doc’s chat is to him. Chat takes umbrage but doesn’t exactly deny it, while Doc is happy to be vindicated at last! He can’t say too much though, after all these gift subs and donos. He makes a joke about one chatter, Rosie, slipping into his DMs, then realizes he shouldn’t do that because people are still harrassing SubToMumbo on MCCI and making jokes about them being Doc’s alt account.

3:25:00 Ren joins the game and Doc is pleased to see him. Chat is too, declaring Husband Time. A tree grows into the block Doc is standing on and does damage; Doc makes a joke about the tree growing up his ass. Doc sends a message saying he is lonely and asks Ren to hang out. Ren is too busy, he is working on an episode. Doc responds “ok”. Chat is very sad. Doc tells Chat he is not going to guilt trip Ren, he is proud of Ren for really grinding his way through the season so far. Ren might have more episodes done than anyone at this point! Ren also had a really hard time last season and he’s come back strong. He talks Ren’s base up and all the time and effort put in there, then rotates his view enough to take one long, pointed look at Hypno’s house and Wels’ castle, both of which are looking a bit sparse at this point in the season with their builders not around much. But Doc’s not going to point any fingers, obviously! Chat is impressed that even on a Skyblock island with no shadows, Doc can still throw shade.

3:29:00 A chatter asks Doc about getting an ender chest somehow, Doc points out that an ender chest would basically negate the challenge of skyblock entirely. He has lot of things in his ender chest, including the wings that would let him just fly away. He talks with Chat a bit about the importance of pacing oneself, not burning out at the beginning of the server and falling away once the new server energy goes away. He mentions that he’d been considering making a counter diss track for Wels’ rap battle, but had suspected that Wels wouldn’t stick around and it wouldn’t go anywhere. This is the part of the season where it is important to have a long-term plan on what to do for the season, so that even though things arise unplanned, such as court cases and skyblock exiles, Hermits know what they want to do with their episodes. Someone mentions the momentum problems that can arise when Hermits start new side series mid-season and Doc says he doesn’t like that. If it were up to him, all Hermits would work on Hermitcraft only, but honestly side series are good for the YouTube algorithm and good for bringing in new fans. And he may groan a little when a new Life Series game starts and takes attention away from Hermitcraft, but on the other hand he watches it too! In Chat, several chatters confirm that they found Hermitcraft through the Life Series or other side content.

3:35:00 Doc confirms that he would like to join the Life Series and has reached out to Grian about it, but the interest in joining that series is extremely high and it’s hard to pick new people to bring in. Doc understands that, but he does think it would be right up his alley. Chat suggests maybe not upload on Fridays if he doesn’t want to be in direct competition with the Life Series. Third Life got cooked up right when Doccy was tiny and he missed out on the game coming together, and sometimes the timing is just not right. He talks with Chat about MCC as well, he is not sure MCC is for him because he doesn’t want to have to grind to get good first. Chat has mixed opinions about MCC. Most Chatters like MCC best when Hermits are there, which is not terribly surprising.

3:42:40 Doc finds it a little funny that there are people who actually work on honing their Minecraft movement skills to the competitive level, but he realizes he probably shouldn’t talk about who is getting obsessive about what finer points of Minecraft, given the givens. He’s about to talk more about that when he gets jumpscared by the Etho “What’s going on?” horn, followed by Cleo’s “Are you actually kidding me?” horn. He runs around looking for the source and finds Ren flying around under the base. He laughs and calls Ren a bastard. Ren still has to work on his episode but wanted to pop in and say hello. Chat is REALLY happy to see Ren! Ren has uploaded a test version of his project to check sound levels so everything is perfect, Doc laughs at the idea of being so meticulous. Back in Season 8 when they were basing together, the difference between Ren’s meticulous nature and Doc’s “get it done” attitude got pretty comical, but made for great content!

3:45:00 Ren compliments Doc on his base progress. Doc brags on his new moss block and chicken, but says he is now not sure that he needs a moss farm, because people only need wood when they’re are planning on building things. Ren doesn’t catch the ominous note to these words because he is admiring the creeper farm. He like’s Doc’s choice to use pink wood and compliments him on playing Disney Princess Skyblock. He is both impressed and terrified by the cobble farm his gift of sand helped create and decides that the best place to stand is far away from the TNT duper. Doc assures Ren that he will be spared when the big skydome comes down. Ren is also impressed by the idea for the whining torture and suggests that maybe it can morph over time into promises of revenge, five stages of grief style. The server lags a bit and Doc blames Xisuma again. Ren agrees, but shoulders a bit of the blame because he has been part of the reason that so much copper is required this week. He has made something like 500 copper trapdoors to make a giant crane machine for Skulk. Doc reminds Chat to go watch Ren’s new video the moment it comes out. He promises to check and make sure they do it. Ren thanks Doc, then says he needs to go listen to his draft episode on YouTube to check the audio levels. Doc tells him that he is literally the only person in the world who does that. They jokingly scoff together about how quality is worthless on YouTube and in life, the way to get ahead is by scamming and whining!

3:50:00 Ren ruminates how the Disney Sky Island looks so friendly and fluffy when one looks at it, but actually talking to the builder is like talking to Satan himself! Doc tries to guilt Ren into giving him some more stuff, but Ren is pretty intent on following some unspecified rules of Doc Skyblock that include mostly not outright giving him things. Doc says Pearl gave him wither roses and Ren is impressed, pointing out they can be used for several mob farms. Doc is not super interested in mob farms, he just wants to destroy things. Ren asks if Wels is going to be the first target, being so close, but Doc says it will be Cub. There will be flying machines involved, given the distance to Cub’s base. Cleo is second, and after that, who knows? Doc contemplates how Ren used to say “bastards” a lot while playing, and now he is very PG while Doc says “bastard” all the time. Ren laughs and admits he almost didn’t get added to Hermitcraft because he said “bastard” and “ass” too much. He confides that his first regular sign-off for videos was something like “If you don’t subscribe, I’m gonna shove this pick up your ass.” Chat is scandalized. Doc is laughing. He and Ren talk about swearing on camera and YouTube comments, and how commenters somehow get weirdly mad if someone’s style doesn’t stay the same for a whole decade. Doc claims that one day he and Ren will go to South Africa together for a real brai (barbecue). They will livestream it, and at the end they will tell everyone the meaning of life.

3:56:00 Doc and Ren talk a little bit about traveling in Africa, how it is best if you know someone because going as a tourist is a very different experience. You can stay in a hotel and go on safari, but that’s not really Africa. They have another conversation about the single ladies, but Ren refuses to be distracted by talk of single ladies. He has an episode to make! Doc tells Chat that they are not allowed to be Ren’s single ladies right now, this is his stream! He tells Ren to go away and stop distracting Chat. Ren laughs and flies away. Doc scolds Chat for their lack of fidelity, then goes on to decide it would be fun to go with Ren on a date, he’d probably be awkward in that shy good-guy way. Chat is not sure what’s going on, but they are here for it. Doc clarifies that he would like to be a fly on the wall watching Ren on a date with someone else.

4:01:00 A chatter makes a large sub drop, Doc thanks subs and donos. He realizes that his lava pool is full and decides not to make a second level. He flirts with the Single Ladies after reiterating the “only 30+” rule and talks about how he doesn’t believe in marriage because his parents’ marriage was very bad. He doesn’t feel the need for that kind of declaration and the sort of party where everyone is judging it compared to other peoples’ parties. He and Chat talk more about relationships and families. If Karin ever gets sick of him, he supposes he will have to go live in the basement because he could never imagine leaving his family for any reason, marriage or no.

4:09:00 A chatter talks about having pain from being abandoned by their father. Doc commiserates, the same thing happened to him and even before his dad left, his love was very performance-based and conditional. He tells the chatter to try not to worry, that sort of pain does not have to pass through generations. He is a much better father than his father was, because he is consciously trying to be. He talks with Chat about family backgrounds and the things that influence kids growing up. If it hadn’t been for Doc’s grandparents taking him in hand and modeling good behaviors, he probably would’ve ended up a criminal. He tells a story about a scary man in his apartment building growing up, and the first time he punched somebody. The place where he spent his youth was pretty rough, and it got worse after the Berlin Wall came down. Doc has some wild childhood stories that are hard to recap but worth a listen.

4:23:00 Doc moved out on his own when he was 16 to get out of his bad neighborhood, from the money he was starting to earn from basketball. It was a very small apartment but still a lot of freedom for a very young guy. It was also a lot cheaper than apartments are these days. Getting out of his bad neighborhood was good for him and he was lucky to be tall and strong, which helped him get by easier. Doc pulls out to studio view to start winding down his stream. He still visits some of his old friends from his youth and talks with them about the old days. Doc is mad about the European Football Finals but he is not going to talk about the absolute crime of Germany’s quarterfinals elimination. It’s about time to wind up this very long stream. Doc thanks all the subs and donos for being so generous for this birthday stream. He may stream midweek this week, Skyblock is very streamable! He reminds Chat to watch Ren’s new video, raids into Falsesymmetry and ends his stream.

#hermitcraft #stream recap #docm77 #pearlescentmoon #falsesymmetry #rendog

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clownery-and-fuckery · 3 months ago

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LAST LINE CHALLENGE !!!!

I was tagged by @collophora (thank you btw!!!) and while I haven't been able to write an awful lot because of life stuff (I GOT INTO COLLEGE !!!!! IVE BEEN SO BUSY THESE LAST FEW DAYS/WEEKS AIW AOANOAB)

Anyway!!!! I've got some snippets from TBB and Disco Elysium (which I'm so excited to write about wjaiqnq) so you're getting BOTH !!! :D rant over LETS GO !!

"He's gone because of me, Echo!" Tech's voice was rough as he pushed away. He winced at the stinging tug of his injuries, looking up to see Victor's stricken face, and Echo's pitying frown.

Tech's breath came ragged, harsh as he panted, and they just... watched. He looked away, unable to handle their sad stares any longer. They burned him.

"Crosshair's gone because of me." He repeated coldly, quietly, feeling something inside him tighten and harden. Protective, shielding the pain that threatened to spill with the admittance.

He stood taller, shoving past the two clones to limp towards the cockpit. "They'll regret it," Tech swore, more to himself than them as he pulled his armour back on. "I'll make them regret it."

This is from an upcoming chapter from "The Hecatomb Initiative" !!!!! Haven't stopped writing for it just yet >;] (totally recommend that fic btw I'm really proud of it :D)

Next up- Disco Elysium snippets !! I've never written for them before so I'm so, SO excited!!!

Kim cleared his throat. "Yes, it will be a..." He gave Harry an affectionately apologetic look. "–a nice change of pace. Thank you for the opportunity, Officer Minot."

Judit opened her mouth to shrug off the thanks, to say it was no problem, but the sudden warmth in the Lieutenant's expression caught her off guard. Kim gave her a small, almost unnoticeable smile.

She felt a rush of.. something, and she blinked. "Of course, Lieutenant Kitsuragi." She nodded, giving Harry an odd look.

Maybe that was why he sought out Kim often. This warm affection was definitely something she wanted to feel again. She supposed it was its rarity that drew Harry in. It definitely seemed to pull her.

Kim is everyone's favourite, this fic captures that. I think. Love a bit of Kim Kitsuragi myself ngl. Anyway I've got three Disco Elysium fics in the works at the moment, one of them is multichapter though so that one might take a while to get out !!!!

This is so long omg, I feel bad for not posting as often as usual !! I hope these will make up for that until I get proper fics back out!!!!!!!!

ALSO!!! NPT: @lifblogs, @keef-a-corn, @moss-tombstone, @shortriver0 and any other mutual who wants to take part !!

#guys trust i still write #also the DE thing is NOT ship Judit is just realising Kim is her new bestie ok <3 shes got a husband LMAO #also i know the TBB one is a major spoiler but the events before are from the next coming chapter so im not too worried about it #ENJOY THE SUFFERING #sw the bad batch #tbb tech #tbb crosshair #tbb echo #disco elysium #kim kitsuragi #judit minot #my goal is to have tbb tech and kim kitsuragi as my two most common tags

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sleepynegress · 3 months ago

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Okay. So, I was gonna do a recording on this... still may, but... Ehh, I'm getting new meds on Friday. Anyway. About The Acolyte...

This right here is why BIPOC are always cynical when a show centers us. There's a much greater chance the rug will be pulled and a lesser chance of seeing anything in that space again. I enjoyed the show, but it wasn't perfect. Unfortunately, post-Trump and Apartheid Clyde, incels have dumbed down and polarized any reactions to media. Anything that has white men and white men nostalgia they'll eat up with the spoon regardless of actual quality *cough*deadpool*cough*. ANYTHING with the alphabet crew, BIPOC, -really any 'other' they don't find to be fuckable or exactly like them (because fuck empathy or trying on someone else's shoes), shouldn't exist, because that's pandering.... The norm is everybody else should be fine seeing them all the time, because 30% that is white men and even less,*het* white men should always be catered to, because they are fragile emotionally stunted children and nobody else is important.... *sigh* Yeah so /rant. I feel for the younger generations, because I feel not being raised with the "twice as good" lecture has been used against these talented marginalized creatives. If the art isn't 100% excellent all-around, that is used to justify why any product they make is always gonna be inferior... "Go Woke, Go Broke" nonsense. Meanwhile, the big-money, non-art-minded people running things don't advertise properly, don't have a more experienced and artistic-minded higher-up go over the finer details to polish it up, and mentor the young-ins right. They don't sort out proper spending because they pre-assume the inclusive property can be the 1st(!) written off for taxes.

They drop awkwardly cut and paced eps stretched out over weeks. They mishandled Carrie Anne-Moss by implying she's a major character when she was just a cameo. They kneecapped this production. They just didn't count on Oshamir gaining such a fan following. Anyway, keep fighting... I'm pissed for you, but this isn't my first rodeo. P.S. ....I am so tired of these fucking incels. They make everything lousy.

#sloppy journal-style thoughts on media #meta #blah blah #the acolyte #typos are mine #again no meds right now

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starlightsams4 · 2 months ago

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The harsh and long no-leaf season was finally over. After what seemed like forever, new-leaf had finally arrived, bringing new small plant buds and much more prey for the forest to share.

Moonstar was asleep in his nest. Sunshine gleamed through the entrance of his messy den as he yawned and gave his long and tangled pelt a few licks to clean himself up. The morning had finally come. He slowly stretched, rolling out of his moss bed and padding towards the exit of his stone den.

As he exited his den, the sun's rays gleamed onto his blue-black and light gray fur. He closed his eyes and looked up, opening his mouth to taste the warm sweet air. This time, cold icy flakes of snow didn’t fall onto his tongue. Instead, the light breeze would carry the sweet scent of new herbs and plants. He exhales and opens his eyes. Gosh, I don’t know what I’d do if I had to deal with no-leaf forever. . .

He slowly sat outside of his den with his tail curled around his paws. It was sunny out, though there was still a small breeze. Some of the dens still had wet slush-like snow on top of them, and there were still occasional small patches of wet snow on the green grass.

His brother and deputy; Sunrise, a yellow and orange Siamese cat, was busy planning hunting patrols Should I send Solarstripe out to catch some prey maybe? No, nevermind, he’s busy training Lunarpaw. . . Sunrise’s thoughts were interrupted by the sight of his brother Moonstar. Sunrise pads towards him.

“Hey Moonstar!” Sunrise purrs.

Moonstar turns his head to look at his brother. “Hey Sunny,” Moonstar gives Sunrise a friendly lick between his ears. “How are patrols going?”

“Ah– good!” Sunrise meows. “I just sent out a patrol!”

Moonstar nods. “Alright, sounds good.”

There was a moment of awkward silence as Sunrise built up the courage to push a few words up from his throat. “Uhm, would y-you like to go hunting later?” Sunrise asks silently, looking towards the ground and fiddling with a small blade of grass nervously. He was so stressed, maybe a good hunt with his brother would relieve some of the built up stress.

”Sorry Sunrise, but I can’t. It's a full moon tonight, which means today is the day of the gathering, I have to decide who is coming and who will stay to guard camp.” Moonstar explains.

Sunrise frowns, his ears lowering a bit in disappointment. But his brother was the leader, he had much more important stuff than to hunt with him. Sunrise looks back up at Moonstar, his blue eyes full of disappointment as he nods, understanding that Moonstar has other more important things to do. “Alright, I-I understand. Maybe another time we can hunt together though?” Sunrise asks.

Moonstar smiles and nods. “Of course, I will definitely find some time to hang out with you, you are my brother after all.”

“A-Alright, uh, anyways, I am going to send out the hunting patrol.” Sunrise meows.

“Sounds great, now's a great time to hunt, no-leafs finally over, the snow has melted and animals have woken up from their long winter sleep.” Moonstar agrees.

Sunrise nods. “Well uh– bye brother!”

“Bye Sun.” Moonstar purrs as Sunrise sprints off.

Moonstar takes in a breath and holds it for a second before exhaling. He looks around, looking around for some sort of trouble. The clan was never calm– always something going on.

Before Moonstar could sit back down, one of the elders; Daytail, wobbles up to Moonstar, an annoyed scowl on her face. “Those little rascal kittens put another hole in the elders' den! I can't sleep!” She rants.

Moonstar sighs. Welp, there's today's daily dose of trouble... “Alright, I will go fix that right now.” He pads over to the elders' den to inspect the damage, Daytail following closely behind him. Wasn't bad. Just a small hole. He makes his way towards the camp exit, exiting the camp and wandering out into the forest, hoping to find some brambles. He looked around, trying not to get distracted by all of the new flower buds getting ready to bloom, the grass was still wet and cold from no-leaf. He lifts a paw, some wet grass sticking onto his paw pads. He shrugs, continuing to trek through the forest, looking for bramble bushes. There were a lot of trees in his part of the forest, but not so many trees the sun's rays were stopped from hitting the ground. Dang, I can't wait for it to get hotter. . . He thinks. He shakes his head. I’m here for brambles. . . He continues to pad through the forest. It was almost completely silent, the only sounds being the chirping of a few birds and the soft sound of his paws on the grass. He looks around, no bramble bushes, or bushes either.

Moonstar sighs, stopping for a quick second to regain his thoughts. Ok. . . get the brambles, then scurry back to the clan. Easy . . . He looks around, looking at the green grass and new flower buds. He gets back up onto his paws and continues his stroll through the forest, trying not to accidentally step on any of the new small plant buds.

“Hm. . . I know there are a lot of bambles at Sunny Rocks usually.” He mumbles to himself. He looks around for some type of landmark to tell him where he is.

“Starlight cliffs are right there. . . dangit.” Moonstar sighed, feeling a twinge of disappointment that Sunny Rocks weren't as close as he wanted them to be. They were not too far, but not as close as he wished.

He starts to pick up the pace a bit, padding through the forest a bit faster and swatting branches out of his way with his paw.

All of a sudden, something catches his eye. A bush. A few fox-lengths away was a large green bush. He starts to sprint towards it and inspect it. He sniffs the bush a bit and his face drops. He then looks at the leaves. Oh, furball! He thought. This isn't the right type of bush! No brambles, just leaves and twigs.

Moonstar groans “I’m an idiot. . .” He backs away from the leaves and continues on his hike to Sunny Rocks. He looks around once again, looking for brambles closer to him so he maybe wouldn't have to go all the way over to Sunny Rocks for the brambles. He jumps onto a tall rock, trying to get a better view of the forest. No brambles he could see. . .

As he continues to amble through the forest, he hears a rumble. It was his stomach. He hadn’t eaten anything yet, and now the hunger was starting to hit him hard. He was so hungry it was almost as if his stomach was twisting and turning inside of him.

He looks around, taking in another sniff, looking for some type of snack. He smells something– a small mouse. He gets into a hunting crouch, making sure to stay downwind so the mouse doesn't smell him and run away. Slowly, he starts creeping towards the mouse. He hides in the tall blades of grass, his dark blue blazing eyes staring down the mouse as he prepares to pounce. Ready. . . three. . . two. . . one. . . He lunges forward and lands on the mouse, biting the back of its neck before it can squeal and run off. He starts to bite into the flesh of the mouse. Mmm. . . The mouse wasn't very big, but it made a good little snack. He closes his eyes, silently thanking StarClan for the prey before opening his eyes again and continuing to trot through the thick woods.

He pauses. He smelt something, it wasn't a cat from his clan. Wasn't from DarkClan nor SolClan, nor SkyClans scent either. . . He shrugs it off. Maybe just rogues. . . Moonstar thinks.

“That sure was a lot of rogues. . . Usually, rogues come in smaller packs, maybe five cats max, this seemed like about eight– maybe ten cats!” Moonstar notes. He inspects the scent once again. It wasn't old. They had been here recently, whoever these strange cats were. He shakes his head, he had gotten distracted! Again! He had to find those brambles and return to camp! He sighs. Since the new-leaf season had just started, plants were just growing back after the harsh, cold, no-leaf. Brambles were not as easy to find as they usually are. He trots around, seeing three rocks covered in vines and brambles with the sun beaming onto them. Sunny rocks! Brambles!

He sprints toward the brambles, holding them with his jaws. As he is about to leave, he smells something. He drops the brambles onto the ground and looks around. He sees a figure not too far away and recognizes the smell, the shape, and the size. His heart sinks. He unsheathes his claws, digging them into the dirt beneath his paws. Eclipsestar, DarkClan's leader. That cat was pure evil. No heart, just hate.

“Oh well, I didn't expect to see you here.” Eclipsestar snickers.

Moonstar growls defensively, his fur puffing outward, to make himself look larger compared to the other cat. “You’re going to wish you didn’t”.

Eclipsestar laughs. “Aw, what are you going to do? Bite me? Shiver me timbers!” He meows sarcastically.

Moonstar’s pupils narrow to slits and he starts to get ready to pounce on him if he needed to. “I will do worse bite you, I’ll tear you apart! Take all nine of your dumb lives away!” He hisses. He was getting mad. His patience was running low.

Eclipsestar lets out another low chuckle. “Oh, you could try, Moonstar. You know I would win any fight. Especially a fight against you.”

Moonstar rolls his eyes. “That's a lot coming from the one with a huge scar across their face. Sure doesn’t look like you won that fight.”

Eclipsestar’s look hardens to a defensive glare, seeming slightly offended by Moonstar’s comment. “Shut up.”

Moonstar scoffs. “Aww? Mr. ‘Oh I'll win any fight’ offended by my comment? Fighting you isn't strong, the only thing about you that’s strong is your ego”

“If you even try to fight me, you’ll be going back to your clan whimpering like a kitten.” Eclipsestar laughs

“Oh, I will fight you!” He spits, getting ready to pounce on him and rip him to shreds before he stops. Fighting him would be a waste of time, and could result in another unnecessary war. I need to get those brambles and return home.

“Scared?” Eclipsestar spits.

“No. Fighting you is a waste of time,” Moonstar hisses. “I need to get back to my clan. The clan I provide for.”

Eclipsestar wasn't a great clan leader. Always puts himself before his clan. He wouldn’t care if his clan was starving. He would eat all the food himself, every scrap.

During no-leaf multiple cats of DarkClan had died from starvation because Eclipsestar had taken all of the food for himself. . . How greedy. . .

Moonstar picks the brambles in his jaws and starts to walk off. He can still hear Eclipsestar yowling about something.

“I'M A GREAT LEADER! I CARE ABOUT MY CLAN MORE THAN ANYTHING YOU DUMB WEAK FURBALL!” Eclipsestar screams, fuming.

Moonstar rolls his eyes, Eclipsestar was pathetic. Vulnerable. He starts to walk away, walking through the large thicket.

“I HAVE A SURPRISE FOR YOU WHEN YOU GET BACK TO YOUR CLAN,” Eclipsestar yells.

Moonstar rolls his eyes, grabbing the brambles in his jaws and trotting away before stopping. A pang of fear went through his body. “What did you do?” Moonstar yells, his voice full of fear and anger. He turns around and starts to sprint towards his clan. As he runs off with the brambles in his jaws, he can hear Eclipsestar. Laughing. Laughing like the maniac he was.

"I SWEAR, IF YOU LAID A SINGLE PAW ON SUNRISE, I WILL TAKE ALL NINE OF YOUR LIVES!" Moonstar's voice boomed, echoing through the forest. Without a second thought, he sprinted off, his eyes blazing with fury and fear. The usual caution he had while walking through the clan's territory vanished. This time, he didn’t care if his paws crushed the delicate flower buds that dotted the path, or if mud clung to his fur. He had one goal—get back. Fast.

His heart pounded wildly as his mind raced ahead, desperately needing to know if his brother was safe, if the clan was alright. The branches tore at his sides as he barreled through the underbrush, his breath ragged with anxiety. Vines lashed against his fur, but he barely felt them. His paws barely touched the ground as he sprinted, his surroundings a blur of green and brown.

Suddenly, his foot caught on a hidden rock, sending him tumbling. Moonstar crashed to the ground, his paw scraping against the jagged stone. A sharp pain shot up his leg, and a low whimper escaped his throat before he could stop it. He lay there for a moment, panting, the throbbing in his paw intensifying with each heartbeat.

"Not now," he growled to himself, his voice strained with pain. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to stand. His scraped paw throbbed in protest, but he couldn’t stop. He wouldn’t stop. The image of Sunrise, his brother, in danger was enough to drown out the agony. Moonstar pushed on, limping, but determined, his gaze fixed on the horizon.

In the distance, Starlight Cliffs loomed, the familiar rocky heights now shrouded in shadow. What once felt like a safe haven, a place of peace and warmth, now felt ominous and foreboding. The sunlight that usually bathed the cliffs in a golden glow had vanished, replaced by a suffocating darkness that seemed to mirror his fear. Each step sent waves of pain through his body, but Moonstar pressed forward. He had to. His clan needed him. Sunrise needed him. Nothing else mattered now.

He dashes towards the clan entrance. Barging into the camp breathless, dirty, and slightly injured.

“SUNRISE!” He shouts, his voice full of fear and fury as his eyes dart around camp, looking for his brother.

Sunrise was cleaning his pelt before hearing Moonstar’s voice echo through camp. He practically jumps, lifting his head and slowly trotting out of his den. “Y– Yes Moon?” Sun answers quietly.

Moonstar sighs in relief, his heart rate gradually slowing down. He makes a small sound of pain and looks up at Sunrise. “Just making sure you are safe. . .”

‘Oh– I'm fine. . .” Sunrise whispers. “U-Uhm, what happened to you?”

Moonstar sighs, dropping the brambles and using his teeth to try and dislodge some twigs out of his fur. “It's complicated,” he murmurs.

Sunrise nods. “Is your paw ok? It’s a bit–”

“I’m fine sunny,” Moonstar reassures. “I'm going to go repair a hole in the elders’ den. I’ll see you later.”

“Sure you don't want to stop by the medicine cat den?” Sunrise asks, his voice overflowing with concern

Moonstar nods. “It’s just a small scrape.”

Sunrise nods. “See you later Moon. . .”

“See you later,” Moonstar replies.

Moonstar gingerly picked up the bramble in his jaws once again, his injured right paw throbbing with each his injured right paw throbbing with each cautious step. He limped away from the gathering of brambles, the sharp tang of the thorny plants filling his senses. As he approached the elders’ den, he carefully tossed the brambles onto the ground, a small cloud of dust rising as they landed.

With a determined sigh, he began to weave the brambles together, recalling the lessons Solarstripe had taught him. “Just like Solarstripe taught you,” he muttered under his breath, guiding the flexible stems with practiced precision. “Place these ones next to each other, grab the next one… overlap, go under…” The rhythm of his movements began to soothe his troubled thoughts, the familiar task grounding him.

Soon enough, Moonstar finished his weaving. He studied the piece he had crafted, a mixture of satisfaction and disappointment stirring within him. It wasn't as flawless as Solarstripe’s work, but it held together well enough. With a gentle grip, he lifted the woven brambles and positioned them over the broken section of the den, carefully adjusting it to blend seamlessly with the surrounding thicket.

After a few moments of fiddling, he stepped back to admire his handiwork. It felt secure, a small comfort against the harshness of the world outside. Yet, even as he looked upon his creation, a weariness settled over him. The throbbing pain in his paw became more pronounced, sending sharp twinges through his body. Moonstar winced and instinctively began to lick at the injury, trying to soothe the burn that flared each time he shifted. With a heavy sigh, he slowly rose, his body protesting with each movement as he limped back to his den. Once inside, he laid down, the cool earth beneath him offering some solace. He closed his eyes, hoping to drift off into sleep, but instead found his mind racing with unanswered questions.

What had Eclipsestar meant? What was his, ‘surprise.’ Was he foreshadowing a future attack or war? Was he just trying to scare him? Moonstar’s mind would race with different thoughts and possibilities, before being interrupted by the painful yelps of to warriors. Moonstar opens his eyes and lifts his head, looking towards the entrance to his den. The cats seemed scared and desperate. He couldn’t ignore them.

#sun and moon show #tsams #lunar and earth show #the sun and moon show #the lunar and earth show #tlaes #sun and moon fnaf #sun should make out with me frfr #tlaes earth #Sun and moon show fanfiction #fanficion #sams fanfic #sams fandom #warrior cats #warrior cats fanfic

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cazzyf1 · 7 months ago

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Peter Collins Interview 1957

And here is the 1957 interview I promised the other day! This is roughly three and a half minutes long with clearer audio! To me, Peter also seems a lot more confident in his speaking than he did the previous year, but that might be down to the fact he is ranting about things he disagrees with 😅 anyway enjoy!

Interviewer: We asked Peter Collins about it, and he explained that this is one of the team cars, complying with the new FIA regulations. There were other regulations more difficult to comply with.

Peter: We've come over here, and so has Maserati on the regulations that they sent to us. Which don't mention anything about using the spare wheel in the tyre change. They now issue an appendix to the regulations, which says that the first pit stop must include the use of the spare wheel. Well, now both ourselves and Maserati have different-sized wheels and tyres on the backs as opposed to the front. So, in other words, we can't put a front wheel tyre on the back. So, as far as we are concerned, if we come into the pits with a flat back tyre, we are not allowed to change it.

Interviewer: That's rather absurd.

Peter: Which is absurd, and not only that, you are now allowed to bring out an appendix to the regulations without the sign - well, these before - within 36 hours, I think it is, of the - closing of the entries-

Interviewer: That's an FIA regulation?

Peter: Yeah, that's an FIA regulation, an appendix 6 section c. And uh-

Interviewer: *Something about a lawyer, maybe joking Peter is like one*

Peter: And if you want to change these things, you have to get the signatures of all the competitors, and if one competitor doesn't agree to it, then they can't do it! And we are trying to do this now. We are all very mad about it.

Interviewer: When do you think it will be resolved?

Peter: Well, right now, with the noise by all *a person's name* from Maserati

Interviewer: Who is he making that noise with?

Peter: Everybody - well, all the people that matter, Chief Pittsburgh and Alec Coleman, I suppose, eventually, and Mr Talvoni, who was the lawyer from Ferrari; he is going after it as well. You see, from our point of view, um, if we go into the pits with a bent buckle smashed rear wheel, and we have to use the first wheel change as a spare wheel, we wouldn't be able to put it on, so we would just have to stop there. But the corvets and all the other entries from the, oh well, I won't state the country, have got the same size wheels on the front and the back.

Interviewer: *Something*

Interviewer: I have been hearing little talk that the course isn't as fast this year as the season last year, do you remember at all?

Peter: Yes, it doesn't seem to be as fast to me either. There are a lot of patches on it that have gotten much more slippery, one particular at the bottom end of the fast straight, first and second fast straight, one divides the two up.

Interviewer: How do you account for that?

Peter: Well there is a lot of water been allowed to lie on it, still does lie on it, and when you get water lying on concrete for any length of time, it becomes, it gets covered in sort of a greeny moss stuff which gets inground in the concrete and much slippery and also the tyre wear seems to have gone up a lot since last year um they resurfaced the course in one or two places and uh still a lot of bad bumps which have gotten worse I think, since last year, um I don't know whether it's because we are going faster or what it is but the course seems much bumpier than it was before. Also, um, well, I don't think they have the barrels and mark-bales in exactly the same position as they were before- one thing I like to say, I think, these 50-gallon oil drums, they got everywhere, they ought to be burnt in hell as far I am concerned. I think they are very, very dangerous things because if one car hits another one following, it's happened to me once, landed on me, 50-gallon oil drum, no light thing anyway. I think we could do well without those. Especially where if someone runs out of breaks and they have to go wide on the corner, then they are going into straw bales, and those 50-gallon oil drums is a very, very bad thing, I don't- it's one thing about the course that I think is very very bad indeed.

Interviewer: Thanks Peter!

#look at peter go #you rant about everything king #classic f1 #f1 #formula one #formula 1 #vintage f1 #peter collins

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erzsebetrosztoczy · 9 months ago

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Mild rant because I need to talk it out into the void.

The thesis not thesising, i just finished the literature, starting tomorrow the questionnaire analysis and I plan to be done with it by the next weekend because my thesis supervisor just announced she will want our writings by march 15, not the end of the month because she will be abroad, so my plan of "one more month" is over, i need to rush meanwhile im trying to balance field practice in the hospital every weekday while also preapring for my state exam with them delicious 92themes FOR JUNE 3.

Like I need to do cell division and have the brain capacity of Megamind to deal with all of this. And im just a silly little girl. I know this should not be the end of the world, heck TÖBB IS VESZETT MOHÁCSNÁL but still this is my biggest challenge and fear for my short ylung life so far and I already developed panic attacks because of academics, what will i do when im working???? Someone poof me out of exiatance please, i want to be a moss rug on the forest floor.

My high anxiety really goes hand in hand with my procrastination to destroy my mental state in my early 20s, aren't they?

Anyway whowever reada this, and also has shit ton of work to do and you are panicing and want to run off to the woods, leviing all responsibility for the strrrong capable ones -- you are not alone as you can see, and I'm sure we'll manage. But first lets disappear into the swamps together, okay?

#rant #Good Lord Sweet God Saint Mary Jesus Christ so help me #like i want to do it in a fingersnap but when i start it every day im crying cramping feel nauseus and my brain wants to explode #pity the girl send some mental stability 💀

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mossymultiverse · 11 months ago

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warning! Weird Cat(?) ahead

just gonna put a blanket unreality warning. just. just in case.

hi! im moss, and i travel allll over the place. here, there, some other places as well, sometimes nowhere at all! this blog is.... not exactly a travel journal, but a place for me to put my thoughts on the various realities i find myself experiencing. so.... i guess, sort of a travel journal. uh.

expect memes, slightly panicked summaries of where i am and wtf just happened, mildly rant-y grumblings abt my plan(s) going awry, and maybe even the occasional picture! ....and a lot, i mean a LOT, of reblogs. (tagged #rebog. bc i think im funny.)

my pronouns are they/them and mu/mur/murs

i don't usually travel with people, but i'll give them lil intro posts of their own if/when i do. those will be tagged with.... #companion lore!

i'll try to tag most of my posts with the place they're from, but my memory is a bit wacky, so i can't promise it'll be super consistent.

likewise, let me know if you need me to tag anything else, and i'll do my best!

[[ OOC UNDER CUT ]]

my tagging system is a lil.... odd, so. just a heads up- anyting past the #[ ooc divider ] tag is OUT OF CHARACTER. everything in front of it.... is in character. makes sense? good. which means, yes, that unreality warning at the top of this post IS in character. dimension hoppers gotta cover their tracks somehow.

anyways. the brainrot continues!! this used to be a pokemon irl rp blog, but is now.... an oc rp blog. uh. my character (self insert/persona) is a dimension hopper, and therefore will be posting about many, many worlds.

moss is a ~4'3" humanoid with white skin and brown hair. they have four eyes, the left two of which are dark red and the right two of which are dark green. the top pair of eyes is a little smaller than the bottom pair, which sits in a mostly normal human position, just a tiny bit lower. they wear a patchwork jacket, with a green base and many colorful patches, and when in human-dominated areas they wear a red bandana over their top pair of eyes.

as with before, fake discourse (ie fictional world discourse) is ok but i would prefer to keep real discourse off of this blog thank you. otherwise ask whatever tbh, moss is always looking for an excuse to be cryptic and/or annoying

my pronouns are they/them and mu/mur/murs, main is @mosstalon4, enjoy your stay!

#moss mumbles #pinned #intro post #rp blog #oc rp blog #[ ooc divider ]#hehehehe >::3 i am preparing

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therhythmafterthesummer · 1 year ago

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(So so sorry if this is imposing or anything I'm literally just ranting about Moss here😭)

I literally need more Moss content(I'm actually more begging than stating a fact)

Like I have no idea wtf I actually mean by that but ik I need more, just more Moss

Moss is literally just. Just amazing. Hell I'd date them if Hyunlix didn't get to them first (And if they were real😃)

I would fight Hyunlix for Moss no questions asked (Unless they all don't mind me joining in cause that'd literally just be me ascending to heaven from my current residence in hell but I deadass doubt that they would, they're just to perfect together, I got nothing to offer🥹💔)

Also would Moss humor my advances just go watch me fight with Hyunlix over them?😭 Like idky but I feel like they would just for shits and giggles but to be fair ik deep in my heart Hyunlix is where their heart is.

As a (Questioning, cause I've never been with more than 1 person at a time)polyamorous person I absolutely LOVE those three so so much❤️ They all literally make my heart swell outta my chest🥺❤️✨

I just need more Moss + Pack Interactions & Moss x Hyunlix content whether it be random silly shit or a serious topic (I.e more on Moss's pack because I'm literally so intrigued by them)

Anyways this is simply a rant about my love for Moss and Hyunlix🥲✨

- 🦁

i feel like every though they're with each other, they're still in an open relationship, y'know? like, they're not with anyone else because they don't want to at the moment, but they would include someone or date someone separately if they wanted to. so you've got a chance 👀 hahahha

i just know these three have so much respect for each other and their boundaries and they're super supportive and aaaaaaaa...

i also feel like moss could definitely become good friends with chris (ignoring the whole.... checking out his girlfriend situation lol), and i'd love to write more interactions of those two as well...

moss is just so... UGH. i wish i could translate the scenes in my head to a google docs with a usb stick or smth because like.... they're so vivid. especially scenes with her pack, but i haven't had the drive to actually work on them unfortunately 😭 the ideas are certainly there, though.

i'm hoping to include them more in future instalments, but... we'll see how that goes. as usual, no promises, because i go just based on the vibes the little lizard in my brain wants sdkfjhsdkf

#totally valid to come into my ask box and gush about moss. they deserve it sjdkhsdjkf #🦁 anon #ask #wereroomies ask

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bluskye-27 · 2 years ago

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Ok ok I know I just requested something but please hear me out: Zoro x fem!reader!Straw Hat who kisses Zoro for the first time but passes it off as ‘Distracting’ him so he doesn’t try to fight any passing Marines and ‘ruin’ a night out on the town. She denies that she kissed him with romantic intent, he argues she did, stubborn idiots have to be tricked by the other crew members to actually admit feelings for each other. What do you think? Thank you again for sharing your writing! I really enjoy it!

Kiss Me Not!

Summary: The kiss was meant to be a distraction but to think it will lead to something new, you would never regret kissing your favorite mosshead. 💚

"Zoro! I swear if you get lost again, I'll-" You huffed, trying to catch up to the fastwalking swordsman.

"I won't." Then the idiot proceeded to turn to the left even if the path was to the right. You facepalmed, groaning at his stupidity.

You grabbed his arm and pulled him back. "Dumbass, the way to the bar was that way! Not there!" Zoro huffed with a slightly red cheeks as he lets you drag him towards your destination.

"Whatever." He turns and walking beside you, letting out a slight grunt of annoyance when you didn't let go of his wrist. It was your fault anyway, for being too slow in the first place.

"You're such an idiot. You have no sense of direction whatsoever. Even when the sign was literally right in front of you." Zoro simply rolled his eyes, but his cheeks keep on warming up as you continue your rant about how stupid and dumb he is.

It's not really something new either since you always scold him. Yet, he can't help but think you look really cute when you're angry.

"Oi, are you listening Zoro??" You slapped his face slightly, snapping him out of his trance. Said swordsman grunted in return.

"Yeah, yeah. I heard ya." Zoro turned to walk to his right just to face a wall. "Oh."

You facepalmed.

.........

After dragging the lost swordsman once again, you two finally arrived at the bar where your other crewmates were.

"Hey guys, we got ourselves a lost moss." You call over to the group. Everyone laughed in response.

"Well, at least I'm not a total klutz." Zoro grumbled, taking a seat between Luffy and Usopp.

"You're so lame, Zoro." You pouted before joining your friends at their table. They had already ordered what they wanted to drink, so all you had to do was ask the bartender if you could order yours.

It wasn't long until the drinks came around. While everyone else was getting ready to chug, a crash echoed throughout the bar.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY??!" Apparently, a marine soldier was holding a poor man in a chokehold, spouting curses at the latter.

"I-I'M SORRY, SIR! W-WE JUST RAN OUT OF BOOZE AND IT'LL TAKE A LONG TIME FOR A RESUPPLY!" The waiter cried out, face sweating. The marine then threw the poor man into a chair.

"Fucking idiots, running out of booze like that!" The marine growled, readying to beat up the shaken staff member.

"GUMO-GUMO NO PISTOL!" A rubbery fist connected to the marine's face, sending him flying outside. This alerted everyone in the bar, turning to look at you guys.

"IT'S THE STRAWHAT PIRATES!" The other marines yelled out.

You sighed. "Ah shit, here we go again." The others groaned in agreement while Luffy laughed and Zoro smirked.

........

You and the others are running away now with the angry marines behind you all. You then suddenly noticed a certain mosshead starting to stray from you guys.

You clicked your tongue in annoyance. "Guys! Go on ahead! I'll go grab Zoro first!" The others agreed as you followed Zoro to the other direction.

"Zoro! GET BACK HERE, YOU DUMBASS!" And then you two found yourselves in an alleyway. With some marines trailing after you two. Great.

"Damn it, Zoro. Why'd you run off like that?" You said while hitting the back of his head. Said swordsman just rolled his eyes at you, unconsciously pouting. "Shut up."

"You-"

"I heard some voices there!"

"Shit, they're coming this way!" You whispered harshly, peeking just to see several marines getting closer. "What do we do?!"

"We beat them up, of course." Zoro proudly said, unsheathing one of his sword. You whipped your head at him, mouth agape.

"Fight them?! Zoro! There's probably hundreds out there! And they'll keep adding up with their reinforcements or some shit!"

"Then what're we supposed to do, huh? They might come here eventually if we don't fight, right?"

"That..." You paused, thinking about his argument. He has a point. Fighting those men would just mean more success and but more time will be wasted... You huffed, crossing your arms.

"... We'll-" "I heard some voices in the alleyway!"

Without thinking, you pulled Zoro by his shirt and slammed your lips to his, surprising him and yourself immensely. His eye widened in shock, before you kissed him deeper.

You felt Zoro freeze up at the contact, but you didn't stop kissing him. He slowly reciprocated, allowing himself to slip under your spell. Both of you didn't even notice a flustered squeak near you guys.

"It's just a couple making out! False alarm!" The marine shouted as he turned to ran away from there. "Fall back! They still must be somewhere!"

Eventually, you both pulled apart to catch your breaths, faces flushed and heartbeats beating heavily in your chest.

"...What just happened?" Zoro asked, still out of breath as he looked at you. You looked away, not wanting to stare at him with your flushed face.

"I kissed you to save our asses, nothing more." You mumbled as you began to walk away but Zoro grabbed your wrist.

"Nah, I meant... we could've fought the marines, you know?" He questioned with a faint blush on his face. You froze, staring at the ground. "I wasn't thinking straight. But please forget what just happened."

"No, why should I?" Zoro stubbornly pressed on. "There's clearly some other reason why you did that." You stayed silent, grabbed his wrist instead and began walking to the port.

The swordsman frowned, cursing himself mentally for upsetting you.

You were in a similar state but it's because of embarrassment and shame when you kissed him. Why did you even do it? Just because you had a long time attraction towards him? You weren't really sure but maybe your subconscious knew better than your brain ever could.

Upon arriving at the Thousand Sunny, your crewmates surrounded you and Zoro immediately.

"Why's Y/n's face red?" Luffy asked out loud, pointing at you while eating his meat on the his other hand. "She looks like a tomato! Shishishi!"

Usopp chuckled, slapping Luffy's arm playfully.

"(y/n)-chan and Zoro seem to have a special relationship..." Chopper commented, causing the others to give him a surprised look.

"What do you mean, Chopper?" Usopp asked with mischief in his eyes.

Nami smirked devilishly, chuckling. "Yeah, Chopper's right. There MUST be something going on with Y/n and Zoro. Right, Robin~?" Said archeologist nodded, smiling at the two of you.

"Indeed."

You were getting agitated with all of the teasing and as for Zoro, he had a shit-eating grin on his smug face.

"Oh, I remember now! Zoro always asked me if I had seen Y/n!" Franky shouted. "I asked him why but he just kept looking away!"

Brook laughed, wiping away his tear. "And Zoro-san always make me gave him my night watch shift with Y/n-chan!"

Now it's Zoro's turn to be horrified, his cheeks steadily warming at the revelations.

"S-shut up!"

As for you, you were gaping at their statements with your own red cheeks. Zoro continued to yell at your teasing crew and no one even noticed Usopp and Nami whispering something into Luffy's ear with big grins on their faces.

"Zoro! Y/n! Just kiss already!" Luffy shouted, albeit confused. "What does kissing mean?"

Your crew laughed, further encouraging your captain's suggestion.

"HOLD ON, ARE YOU GUYS SAYING THAT Y/N-CHWAN LIKES THE STUPID MOSSHEAD INSTEAD OF ME?!" Sanji sulked. "Damn, marimo!"

You just stared, wide eyed and speechless. The others just watched expectantly as the two of you stood frozen before them, some even making kissy faces to the two of you.

"Yeah, I do like her. What about it?" Zoro grunted after a moment of silence (and him probably finding some courage to confess lol).

Everyone (except Luffy and smol Chopper) gasps collectively. They were laughing and their teasing went tenfold.

"Hey, (y/n), do you like Zoro too?" Luffy asked innocently. Your mouth was still hanging open, completely shocked.

After a moment of silence, you snapped your jaw shut, finally finding it in you to respond. You're going to do it. It's now or never. You won't lose anything anyway.

"Yeah, I like Zoro too." You admitted shyly.

The crew get even wilder at your confession, their squealing and cheering would probably be heard by the whole New World by now. But you didn't care, not when Zoro pulled you suddenly into a kiss, telling you it's a "payback" for earlier.

Yep, you finally got the mosshead of your dreams!

Meanwhile, Sanji was found sulking by himself in the kitchen, cursing Zoro's name over and over again. Poor baby XO!

Hello again, @winter-peach-fuzz! I hope this Zoro fic is to your liking! I tried my best doing this, please bear with the poor grammar, hehe XP

#one piece #roronoa zoro #roronoa zoro x reader #one piece zoro x reader #pirate hunter zoro

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hollybell51 · 3 years ago

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Chapter Eight

Treasure (planet)

Jim Hawkins x fem!Reader

Chapter Seven, masterpost

Word count: 2603

Summary: so many things happen, including: you finding Flint’s Trove, you having several realisations regarding a certain cabin boy, said cabin boy surprising you in a few ways, you experiencing Giddiness™ for the first time, and some Prolonged Eye Contact™

Notes: it’s kinda bigger than usual, I know. Consider this my apology for the delay between Six and Seven, and for the bad writing of actions scenes (they’re hard, ok). Also small rant, but my physics class just had to skip the chapter about the big bang and the creation of everything and go straight to stupid nuclides and atomic energy. Needless to say I am very annoyed. Anyways, enjoy.

Warning: teenage-typical swooning and badly explained romantic epiphanies. I make myself sick. Also a weird amount of introspect now that I think about it.

You took the longboat most of the way, which was uncomfortable. It wasn’t designed to hold as many people as it was trying to, and you were all sort of squished up. Finally, you came to a point where you needed to go ahead on foot. You swung down from the longboat, stretching your legs gratefully and looking around. John and Jim both followed, then the robot (whose name was apparently Ben).

You fell into step beside Jim, telling yourself firmly that the only reason you were doing it is so that you could keep an eye on him, in case he tried to escape. In his pocket, Morph poked his head out and squeaked at Jim, sounding scared. You felt a pang of pity for the little guy, he’d never been in a situation like this before.

“It’s ok, Morph,” Jim murmured, patting him. “It’s ok.”

“Jimmy, I don’t know about you, but I’m starting to see my life pass in front of my eyes!” Ben declared, coming up on Jim’s other side. “At least, I think it’s my life. Was I ever dancing with an android named Lupe?” He shouted the last part, several loose wires in the back of his head bouncing frantically.

“Ben, shush!” Jim told him, clapping a hand over his mouth. He looked at you, then at John up ahead, and whispered something to the robot that you couldn’t hear.

Overhead, the pulses of orange along the green line were getting more frequent. Your whole body tingled with excitement at not only the prospect of treasure and your freedom, but of a childhood dream realised. You were already standing on Treasure Planet itself -- a fact you could barely reconcile -- and you were just steps away from the legendary Nathaniel Flint’s Loot of a Thousand Worlds. Had you allowed yourself any time to dwell on it, the thought would have made you giddy.

“We’re gettin’ close lads!” John called, “I smell treasure awaitin’!” He grabbed Jim’s shirt, dragging him through the wall of fungi plants and out onto a clear, flat area. The path above your heads was pulsing frantically, but it didn't lead anywhere. It just disappeared.

“Where is it?” someone asked.

“I see nothing!”

“What’s goin’ on, Jimbo?” John asked as the path retracted into the sphere.

“I don’t know!” Jim shouted, frantically pushing and twisting the sphere. “I can’t get it open!”

“We should’ve never followed the boy!” Bird-Brain Mary shouted, jumping up and pushing Jim over. You stepped forwards and steadied him before he could fall, letting go almost immediately. He looked at you, surprised, then away again, but you thought you caught a tiny, if slightly confused smile.

“Hey,” you said softly, crouching down. At your feet, there was a dark hole in the ground, covered in markings similar to those on the map.

“What is it?” Jim asked, peering over your shoulder. He held the sphere next to the hole, then joined you on the ground as you scraped away the lichen and moss from it. Around you, the crew were all yelling to kill Jim now, throw him over the cliff and be done with it.

“Shut up!” you yelled at them, then turned back to Jim. “Try it.”

He jammed the map into the hole, leaning back from it and watching as light spread from the spot through grooves in the ground around you, lighting up a wide circle. A holographic ball in the same green emerged from the place where the map was, rising before you about a metre off the ground.

You got up, stumbling back a few paces as more lines of light streaked across the lower ground at the base of the cliff, converging beneath you and shooting straight up into the sky. They stopped at a point, then the line separated into two, opening into a huge triangle.

“Oh have mercy,” John gasped, stepping away.

“The Lagoon Nebula,” you whispered in awe, because that was what you could see through the triangular doorway.

“But that’s halfway across the galaxy!”

“A big door...” Jim murmured, reaching out a hand and pressing a spot on the green ball of light. “Opening and closing.”

“What are you—” you stopped when the scenery changed with a flash, so that you were now looking out at a howling desert.

“Montressor space port,” he said, smiling as the door once more closed, then opened onto a familiar crescent-shaped cluster of buildings and docks, ships hovering around it.

“So that's how Flint did it,” you said half to yourself, watching the scenery change as Jim pressed more buttons. “He must’ve used this portal.”

“Flint?” Jim asked, whipping around to face you. “Captain Nathaniel Flint? As in, the book Treasure Planet?”

“Yeah.” You nodded hesitantly. “You know of him?”

“I must’ve read that book a million times as a kid,” he grinned. “I didn’t think it was popular.”

“I don’t think it is,” you returned. “It was the only thing keeping me going for years.”

Jim searched your face, his hand still hovering over the globe of light. His eyes were alight with wonder and something close to awe, as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. You could scarcely believe it either, not only that someone else had read the same story as you and carried it so close to their heart, but that it was this person, standing right in front of you and looking at you like you were the very treasure Flint had stashed away.

“Flint’s well and good,” John interrupted, jerking you from your thoughts, “but where’d he stash all that treasure?” He shoved the boy out his way, frantically jabbing at the sphere.

“Treasure…” Ben gasped. “Treasure! It’s buried in the…” he groaned, pulling at the wires on his head.

“Buried in the centroid of the mechanism…” Jim said, frowning.

“The what of the what?” you asked.

Jim ignored you, his eyes lighting up with a new idea. “What if the whole planet is the mechanism, and the treasure is buried in the centre of this planet?”

“And how in blue blazes are we supposed to get there?” John was still opening and closing the portal.

“Just gotta open the right door?” you suggested, watching as Jim stepped forwards, poking the symbol for the planet.

The portal flashed, then opened to reveal huge coppery-coloured cannon-like structures hanging from the roof of a massive cavern, slowly turning. Jim reached a hand out carefully, and there was a green ripple in the air before you. He pushed through, stepping into the portal fully. John followed, then you, then the rest of the crew.

“The loot of a thousand worlds,” John whispered, staring out at the vast sea of glimmering treasure. Every few seconds, a blast of purple light from one of the cannons would hit the centre of the planet, but for some reason it wasn’t exploding. You didn’t stop to ponder the engineering it would have taken to build the intricate fortress, but the scale alone was enough to set your mind whirring.

You followed John down into the treasure, gold chinking with every footstep you took. “I could pay off a thousand times over,” you laughed, sinking to your knees and running your hands through the cold metal.

“A life time o’ searchin’,” he murmured, “at long last I can touch it! Ah lass,” he smiled at you, “we’ll never have to take another job again!”

You grinned, grabbing a small chest from nearby and emptying the jewels from it. They glittered in the light, bright red, green, blue and purple. But you didn’t need jewels. You were here for eight thousand gold pieces, no more, no less.

You counted quickly, dropping each piece into the chest as you numbered it. The pieces of gold were cold in your hands, each one lifting a weight from your heart. This was you, here, in this little box. This was what John had given to draw you from the cesspool of the Master’s household and onto the decks of half the ships sailing the galaxy, and across nearly all the systems within it. And now, with a final “chink!” you were done. You shut the lid just as a tremor rocked the ground.

“What was that?” John asked, looking up.

“Sounded bad,” you muttered, just as an explosion sounded above. You followed the noise to where one of the huge cannons was shaking, pieces of it flying off in all directions. It trembled violently, then came loose from the ceiling and plummeted downwards.

“We ‘ave to get outta here!” John yelled, taking your arm and pulling you towards the portal, scooping up treasure as he went.

“What about Jim?” you shouted back, looking over your shoulder.

“Jimbo can take care o’ ‘imslef!”

“No, I have to go find him!” You stopped, pulling yourself free. “Take this and go, I’ll catch up. Don’t wait for me.” You shoved the chest at John, and he took it, more out of shock than anything else.

“Lass, wait a second—”

“I’ll be back, just take the treasure!” You raced towards the pirate ship at the top of a mound of gold, crashing headlong into Ben.

“You’re going the wrong way!” the crazy robot shouted, “the door is behind you!”

“Where’s Jim?” you yelled back, “is he on the ship?”

“He said to leave without him if he wasn’t out within five minutes, he’s crazy!”

“So he’s on the ship?”

“Yes he’s on the ship, but you can’t—”

You didn’t wait for him to finish, just ran up the mound of gold and onto the deck of the ship. “Jim?” you yelled, looking around frantically. “Jim where are you?”

“(Y/N)?” he emerged from behind an old table, holding a pair of sparking wires in his hands. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to find you! We have to go, now!”

“But what about the treasure?”

“What about the treasure? Come on, let’s go!”

“One second!” he ducked back down behind the table, where you couldn't see. You looked up at the cannons, at the planet’s core splitting apart and the treasure sinking down between the pieces. You almost laughed at the irony of it all. You weren’t even officially free, and you may very well die. The universe sure had a cruel sense of humour. And Jim...

You worried at the inside of your cheek, your brow furrowed. Jim still didn’t know, he didn’t know the truth. He may be hotwiring a ship before you right now and he may have smiled when you steadied him before, but he still thought that you didn’t care about him, that you’d used him. And, you supposed you had. The ache in your chest at the idea surprised you.

“Hey Jim?” you called, mustering your courage. If you were gonna say it, you had to say it now.

“Yeah?”

“You how I said… some stuff?”

“You’ve said a lot of stuff, (Y/N)!”

“Yeah well… anyway I—”

“Hold on!” he shouted, cutting you off.

“What?”

“Hold onto something!”

You grabbed the railing, watching as he sprinted to the tiller and fired the engines, steering the ship up and away from the doomed planet.

“Yes!” he grinned, “we are so outta here!”

“Ah, Jimbo!” you both turned at the voice. “Aren’t you the seventh wonder of the universe?” John Silver crossed the deck towards Jim, who grabbed a cutlass.

“Get back.” he gritted, holding the blade straight out before him.

“I like you, lad.” he said, “But I’ve come too far to let you stand between me and me treasure.”

At that moment, a beam from one of the cannons hit the side of the ship, sending you all stumbling over the edge. You slid down the side of one of the plates, flipping yourself and catching your legs on the edge at the last second. You swung upside down, your knees already beginning to ache from the sudden strain. Across from you, you could see Jim hanging off a ridge on the wall, desperately scrabbling for a hold.

“John!” you screamed, hooking your legs more securely as you curled upwards, crawling to relative safety. The ledge Jim was clinging to was retreating into the wall, and he still hadn’t found anything else to grab onto.

“Reach for me!” the cyborg yelled, extending a hand while holding onto the ship with the other. But it was too far, and John’s arm wasn't long enough.

“I can’t!” Jim shouted, just as the ridge completely disappeared. He fell, catching hold of another one a few metres down. There was no way John could reach him there.

“Grab my leg!” you told the cook, crawling to the edge and sliding over it on your belly. His fingers wrapped around your ankle, stopping you from falling all the way. You let go, dangling over completely and reached for Jim.

“Just a little further!” he shouted, straining up towards you.

“Bit more!” you relayed to John, stretching as far as you could. John’s hand shifted from your ankle to your foot, and you felt your boot sliding off. “Shit, not that far!” you screamed, still slipping.

“Oh, blast me!” The cyborg groaned from above, then his hold shifted back to your ankle and you swung lower, catching both Jim’s wrists as he fell.

“I got you,” you panted. “I got you.”

Jim’s wide-eyed stare held yours, the shine of the explosions and treasure raining down around you reflected in his eyes. His brow was beaded with sweat, his cheeks pink with exertion, but the way he was holding your gaze said a million things that he could never have voiced. It said that he trusted you not to let go, to hold onto him. It said that he was grateful you were there as his hand tightened on yours, and that he wanted you to know it. And you knew – you knew – that he was more important to you than the riches surrounding you, that he was what mattered here. You could have laughed at the situation if you hadn’t been stopping him from falling to a fiery death.

Jim didn’t blink, didn’t look away once as, with a grunt, John swung you both up onto the platform, crawling up himself. Before you, a cannon beam moved, cutting directly through the ship and sending gold flying.

“Come on,” Jim said, grabbing your hand and pulling you with him. You all ran for the portal, leaping through and into the cooler air of the outside world. Your heart thundered in your chest, your the acrid metallic smell of burning treasure and whatever was fuelling the laser beams clinging to your nostrils. Your lungs were burning with it, and if you’d allowed yourself to stand still, you were sure your legs would have been shaking like a leaf.

“Silver, you gave up the—” Jim started.

“Just a lifelong obsession, Jim. I’ll get over it.”

“But what about you?” he asked, turning to you. “What about your freedom and all that?”

You hesitated, but again you saw his hurt scowl in the galley, his shock as he pulled a knife from his shirt, his confusion as you rendered him a hostage, and his trust – trust in you and you alone – as you held him from certain death.

“If it comes down to your life or the treasure, I know what I’d choose.” you said, smiling at him.

He stared at you for a second, disbelief written all over his face, then grabbed your face in his hands and kissed you full on the mouth. Your mind went blank, even as you melted into it, a giddy smile fighting to break through. The world melted away, ridiculous as the notion sounded even to you, as you closed your eyes and kissed Jim back.

Chapter Nine

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