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[anurapoda]

Pain Scale (Scar/Grian/Mumbo)

Content Warnings: Vomit

Words: 2 503

I hated writing this with a passion. Vomit makes me uncomfortable, but I was sick at the time and went 'hey, let's write a fic about vomit!' Terrible idea. Despite this, really proud of the fic itself and might rewrite it and edit it someday since it was a one shot!

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On a scale from 1-10, Scar would rate today as an 11 on the pain metre. He could tell the moment he woke up and felt his legs sizzling with rage that today was not going to be fun. But that wouldn’t stop him, not him no-siree, because Scar had a mission today, and that mission was to claim the heads of the king's greatest enemies, partygoers. A little pain would not stop his most honourable of quests!

He hung onto those words as he winced while pulling himself into his wheelchair. Gripped them as his head spun while making his way to his kitchen. Clung to them for dear life as he grabbed an old loaf of bread from his counter, knowing full well that making a proper breakfast was off the table.

He knew to some degree that it would be better to just take the day off, and Jellie seemed to agree as she scurried from the bedroom. Stopping just in front of Scar as he ate his bread, she mewed at the man in what he could only describe as annoyance.

“Oh Jellie,” Scar smiled. “I’ll get you your nom-noms right away!”

Placing his half finished bread on a nearby counter, the man manoeuvred his wheelchair to a nearby cupboard. Opening it, he grabbed the only cat-food brand Jellie would eat before moving on to a delicately painted cat bowl and began to scoop food into it.

This however, did not appease Jellie. The cat continued to mew throughout the entire process, pawing at her owner's wheelchair with as much authority as a cat could. Scar ignored her for the moment, simply slipping her the food he had prepared which she promptly ignored, instead continuing to paw at his chair.

“I have things to do today Jellie,” The man said, reaching down to run his scarred hands through her fur. “Anyway, I’m sure the pain will go away in an hour or so.”

Jellie mewed, clearly unconvinced. However she seemed to accept defeat as she strode away from her owner and to her food, allowing herself to enjoy her meal before what would be a long day for the both of them.

Scar sighed at the sight, returning to his half finished loaf and continuing to pick pieces off and pop them into his mouth. His stomach seemed to be protesting even the tinier pieces of food, though he ignored that as he finished off his breakfast and got ready for his day.

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The pain didn’t go away within the hour, in fact it only got worse Scar noted. That didn’t stop him from claiming the heads of two of his fellow hermits though, even if he had missed several shots on Keralis and taken nearly a stack of arrows to defeat False. Today was going amazing, some silly pain wasn’t going to stop him!

That being said, a few Hermits had questioned why Scars face twisted in pain whenever he pulled back an arrow. He laughed it off as not being a fan of killing his friends, but that excuse only worked so well when he would have usually jumped at the chance to hot-guy someone, regardless of casualties. 

He sighed, rolling his wheelchair off of the edge of the cliff he was standing on and shooting into the sky. Jellie, who was curled up quite comfortably in Scars lap, mewed her protests at suddenly being airborne but made no attempt to move. Steering the both of them towards Scarland, they soared over Dwyane and Scar paused. 

Grian and Mumbo were down there, digging through a chest monster that nearly rivalled Scars' own. A smile crept onto his face as he swooped down, he’s sure he can handle the pain for a bit longer if it meant talking to his favourite people in the whole wide world and getting a third head for his king.

Scar was by no means a graceful lander even on his best days, his plentiful death by flying messages were proof enough of that. However, despite the searing pain racking his body he somehow managed one of his most elegant landings to date, gracefully touching down to the ground a few feet in front of Mumbo and Grian without falling on his face or running over someone's feet.

It’s a real shame that his landing was immediately overshadowed by the shock that racked through his body. His body hadn’t even been jostled that much, but apparently something had hit his body in such a way that his stomach burned and he could feel bile rising in his throat.

If Grian or Mumbo hadn’t noticed him when he landed, then they surely noticed him now as the man leaned forward in his chair and clenched his stomach in an attempt to hold in what he knew was coming. 

Scar could hear his friends speaking to him, though he couldn't make out the words as his throat burned. He couldn’t vomit, not here, not in front of his two best friends. He made an attempt to swallow it as the taste reached his mouth, though this only caused more to push up his throat.

Hands were on him now, though Scars eyes were obscured with tears as he tried once again to swallow the ill tasting bile, only for it to double the next time it arose. After a third and final attempt to push it back, he could no longer hold out and the taste and smell enveloped his senses as he released the contents of his day onto his lap.

His throat burned more as it continued spilling out. He hadn’t eaten that much today, just his morning loaf of bread and some tea for lunch, so where was it all coming from? He didn’t know, all he knew was that there was a hand rubbing his back and someone pulling his hair out of his face as the last remains of his stomach finally slipped through his lips.

He heaved, gulping in lungfuls of air he had dearly missed as hands moved around him. He felt something against his mouth, wiping away the bile that clung to his chin and lips. The hand that had once been holding back his hair now ran fingers through it soothingly, while still making sure to keep it from interfering with the mess that sat on his lap and chest.

The cloth that had been wiping bile from his lips was moved away, replaced by gentle fingers on his eyes brushing away tears that had begun spilling and mixing with the contents of his stomach that now lay on his lap.

“You ok bud?”

Scar pried his eyes away from his lap to meet Mumbos red gaze. His friend's face was pinched, though it was difficult to tell how much of it was worry and how much was him trying to not gag at the sight of the man before him. Afterall, the moustached man was almost a notorious germaphobe.

“Scar, you with us?”

Another voice game from behind him, laced with worry. Scar tried to turn his head to greet the voice that continued grooming his hair, but found it far too heavy to make much progress. Sighing in defeat, he resumed gazing at the man in front of him.

“Hurts.” He muttered, nearly vomiting once more as he tasted the sickeningly bitter remains of the bile on his tongue. Hands once again rested on his back, rubbing soft circles as Scar swallowed harshly. 

“What hurts?” Mumbo asked, cupping the man's cheek to assist the clearly struggling man.

“Everything.” Scar forced a response, the taste still pungent on his tongue.

The man behind Scar, Grian he would guess, said something to Mumbo but the elf couldn’t hear as he dry heaved in a poor attempt to expel the taste from his mouth. A moment later he felt rather than saw Mumbo stand. He thinks someone said something to him, though he couldn’t process the words before his chair was being moved towards Mumbos vault.

“Wait-” Scar sputtered, reaching down to grip his chair's wheels and force himself to a stop. “Jellie.”

In his confusion the man had almost forgotten his cat who had been resting on his lap prior to landing, and only now did it hit him that she was nowhere to be seen. Had she been caught in his stomach contents, or had she jumped away in time? If it was the former then he’d never forgive himself.

“Right here bud.” Mumbo said gently, lifting his arms to show a very disgruntled grey tabby dangling in his arms. To the man's relief not a strand of fur seemed out of place.

Letting out a relieved sigh, Scar released the wheels of his chair. It immediately resumed moving towards the vault, and despite his trust for the men that were guiding him he couldn’t help but worry as they moved closer.

Grian, presumably noticing the man's discomfort, rubbed his shoulder. “Sorry about moving you” He murmured. “We’re just taking you to Mumbos to get cleaned up, that ok?”

Scar gave a weak nod as he was wheeled through the front of the build. The brown haired man was manoeuvred through multiple rooms, each with their own complex door designed to keep people out, before finally being brought to a stop at the very back of the build where Mumbos bedroom was located.

“Mumbo, can you run a bath?” Grian asked, releasing his grip on Scars chair and walking around to the front of the man.

The moustached man who had been carrying Jellie thus far gently placed the feline on the bed before giving a hum of approval and disappearing into a side room that Scar hadn’t noticed. A moment later the sound of running water flowed through the area. 

“Let’s wash your mouth.”

Scar turned his attention back to the dirty blond man in front of him who was digging through chests, returning with a bottle of water after a few moments. 

“Here, swash this around in your mouth and then spit it back into the bottle.” Grian coaxed, bringing the bottle to the other man's lips. “It’ll get rid of the taste.”

Lazily taking a sip of the water as it was offered, Scar idly swished it across the roof of his mouth. After a moment he spit it back into the bottle that was still stuck close to his lips, and sighed. He was relieved to find that the taste of bile no longer threatened his already sore senses.

Grian took the bottle and placed it on a nearby table before returning to the brunette, hands instinctively lacing into the other man's hair and massaging it as they waited for the bath to fill. Scar didn’t protest, simply leaning into the touch as his eyes lulled shut.

The two stayed there, Scar slouched in his chair while Grian danced circles across his long brunette hair with skilled fingers, for what felt like an eternity. Though their eternity was quickly fading as a delicate voice rang through the room.

“Baths all good mate, need help getting Scar in?”

“Yeah, if you don’t mind?” Grian responded to the moustached man in the washroom doorway.

The hands in Scars hair pulled away, but aside from giving a weak groan in protest the man stayed sat in his chair with his head hung limply. Someone asked if they could move him which he obliged, and soon he was being wheeled into the washroom.

Marginally more aware as he was brought to a stop next to a tub filled with more bubbles than water, Scar glanced up at his winged friend as he kneeled beside him.

“Can we undress you?” Grian asked, pulling gently at Scars pant leg as though to visualise what he intended to do.

Scar nodded in response, though when Grian and Mumbo failed to move and only stared at him with pressed lips he vocalised his consent with a small ‘yes’. Only then did his friends work to undress him, carefully manoeuvring around his chair before throwing his clothes into a pile somewhere in the room he couldn’t quite see.

Soon he was fully unclothed, and the two men that stood over him looked a hint relieved that most of the vomit hadn’t managed to sneak its way under his clothing and onto his skin. Aside from the mouth area and a bit on his stomach, Scar wasn’t visibly dirty - though just because you can’t see the dirt didn’t mean it wasn’t there.

Letting Scar know their intentions, Mumbo lifted Scar from his chair while Grian narrated the entire ordeal. Letting Scar know where he was in the room, what Mumbo was doing, and when he was being lowered into the tub. The moment his body made contact with the warm water the man jolted, though quickly settled as the soothing bubbles wrapped around him.

The two men outside of the tub immediately set to work, Mumbo holding Scar upright while Grian ran a cloth over his body. Soon enough they were onto the hair, and although they didn;t see anything get into it you could never be too sure. Plus Scar was bad about remembering to wash his hair regularly, so no harm in washing it now.

Applying some shampoo to the brunette's hair, Grian began massaging his scalp. As he did Scar melted into the touch, eyes fluttering shut completely instead of the half-lidded look they had taken during the body washing process. If the two men spent more time than needed washing Scars hair then no one else needed to know.

Finally, as the bubbles began to fade and the water became lukewarm Mumbo lifted the now half-asleep vex from the tub. Carrying him back to the bedroom where Grian had done his best to find clothing that would fit the man, after all his vomit stained ones wouldn’t do. The two men dressed their friend before tucking him in under the covers.

They stared in silence at the sleeping man as Jellie, who had been watching them wash her caretaker with displeasure, promptly curled up in the crook of his neck while giving Grian and Mumbo an annoyed glare. 

The two men would spend the rest of the evening preparing a stew for Scar, and it went without saying that Grian stayed the night so in the morning when their friend awoke he would have the support of them both. This also meant that he would get a scolding from both of them when he revealed he threw up due to ignoring his body’s signs. But at the end of the day Scar was glad to have such caring friends, and Grian and Mumbo were glad he was ok.

Did he hot-guyed Grian when he left to go home? Absolutely not, he would never be so cruel as to harm a friend who just helped him. Do not ask where he got his Grian head from.

[mildlylesbian]

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Hermitcraft/Life Series Fic Recs!!!

I am absolutely insane about so many of these and I genuinely can't recommend them enough. Like the post that inspired this, I'll probably tag authors if I know their Tumblr urls, but please let me know if you want me to remove any and I will!

Fair warning that most of these have shipping!

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But oh, the bloom by @sillyfairygarden (read here) ongoing.

Ough. Whimsy, Pearlescentmoon, the best version of desertduo I've ever read, and indecipherable sounds of me screaming. If there's one fic I ever want people to read, it's this one. There's a reason I'm putting this first, as much as I hate to pick favourites! Warning: you may will fall in love with the story. Possibly my favourite author - cannot recommend their works enough <3 (The Champion's Banquet also made me go not just a little insane)

It's an absolute necessity to highlight the tags on this one: blows a kiss to the sky. for all my pearliemoon lovers searching for wonder and whimsy in the world around you // Now with more angst! // a man leaves the life he loved to explore the beauty of the world

More fic recs under the cut!

you came at the brink of the end of the world by Anonymous/ @louiessleeplessnights (read here) ongoing.

I don't know how to even begin describing this. I think it made me fall in love with Boatem all over again. It's hilarious, sad, beautiful, Scar calls Grian trouble, they're both idiots and in love, and it's everything I'd look for in a published novel and so much more. This fic permanently altered my brain chemistry and I cannot recommend it enough times. SO SO SO well written. Warning: it's rated explicit, but a few updates ago it was just mature - chapter 20 and the first half of chapter 21 are the ones you might want to skip if that's not your jam! It's just kissing but it gets... a bit heated lmao.

An excerpt from the description:

[grian is falling from the sky, scar has more magic in his blood than he realized, and everyone else is so much better at seeing than they are]

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Redstone and Skulk by @silverskye13 (read here) ongoing.

Once again lost on how to describe this. Could I leave it at "please please please please read it I love it so much", by any chance? The worldbuilding is so fleshed out, probably my favourite example of characterisation I've ever seen and the descriptions are everything.

Helsknight and Tanguish (the hels version of Tango) are the duo ever. There's no shipping in this, just intense platonic bonds and lifetime devotion featuring a cranky knight and a pathetic wet cat. I love them so much.

Excerpt from the description:

Tanguish is Tango's hels, and they get along a lot better than most hels and their hermits should. Unfortunately, the universe wasn't made to house both of them. Helsmets were made to return to their hermits eventually, making a complete person. Except what happens when the hels is the stronger of the two? What happens if they really don't want to be?

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there are many downsides to being a marine biologist by donnerstag/ @martynsimp69 (read here) complete.

Unashamed to say I binge read this in exactly two days; 26 chapters, an epilogue, accompanying mermay oneshot collection (read here) and nearly crying later, I'm here to say you should totally check it out too. Because fis 🐠 and mermaid Martyn Warning: some unethical experimentation, and I think there's mention of alcohol.

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Hot Tea by @tunastime (read here) complete.

The Ethubs fic ever (and the first one I ever read!) This is what introduced me to *gesturing vaguely* whatever the heck they have going on, and I haven't been the same since. Warning: brainrot.

I'm once again stealing something from the description since tumblr oh-so-helpfully destroyed half my draft:

“Let me over,” Bdubs says again, and as he sees Etho open his mouth in protest yet again, he lurches forward, stuttering out his words. He nearly knocks the tea out of his own hands. “Just—just for tonight. Just tonight.” Etho knows he has to divide the base between them. It's the only way to settle, now, knowing everything between them. How Bdubs shouldn't be there. Etho builds the fence. Etho divides them. And Etho divides himself in the process.

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Between Us, We Have An Ocean by inkachu (read here) complete.

Only recommending this because it made me cry, and it's so well written. No shipping, just a foster care au in which Gem and Etho are... siblings. That doesn't even begin to cover how much the story really gripped me. It's soft, it's sweet, it's sad, it's amazing. Warning: I haven't cried while reading a book in probably a decade, and this is the one exception. Not to worry, I promise it won't hurt too much (saying how it ends would be a spoiler, but I promise the ending won't haunt you forever).

It's so gooood.

An excerpt from the description:

“My mum couldn’t take care of me, so she gave me to Canada.” Gem announced cheerily, swapping her red pencil for a yellow one, drawing what could only be a sun in the top corner of her page. “Then Canada found me a new mum.” Etho clicked his tongue. “Right.” “What about your mum?” “She uh, Couldn’t take care of me either. So I go to other people’s houses and they take care of me for her.”

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From the Archives by @sixteenth-days (read here) complete.

there's also an extra bunch of character studies/AUs/very cool bonus stories called From the Archives: Marginalia (read here) complete (?)

riverbed and mouse hole/black hole from Marginalia are my personal favourites. Playing around with like the physical structure of a text that way is super inspirational. I have all of the main fics downloaded to reread offline whenever I'm travelling/away from home! There's no need to know anything about The Magnus Archives to understand - personally I'd never heard of it before reading this. Also no shipping in the main fic :)

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lost in the dark (he's got a heavy heart) by @definitelynotshouting (read here) (author's explanation of the premise here) ongoing.

Warning: I'll give the warning for this one straight up, there are heavy themes like suicide and depression - Grian is going through it! If you're going to read it at least heed the ao3 tags :)

I'm stealing an excerpt from the fic to explain this one:

This hunger is a low rumble deep at the core of him, steady in the same way one might test a newly healed bone. The kind of fragile after a respawn, when your skin has knit together but the echo of pain still lingers. It doesn't hold him hostage anymore– he can muster the strength to look past it, and that, out of everything that's happened to him over the past year, is what's most frightening.

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Time to Kill Today by RimeThyme/ @going-to-the-sun (read here)

Featuring THE Ethubs song ever, some cool references to Mindcrack, and a really ineresting take on their relationship over the years. <33 read it, you won't regret it!

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Laugh rule - list of titles that made me laugh, mainly oneshots

THE DIVORCE OF THE CENTURY by glossyblue/ @good-chimes (read here)

The Government Institute for Ghost Supervision (G.I.G.S.) by glossyblue (read here)

The Rules of Buttercup Camp by glossyblue (read here)

Dead Heat by glossyblue (read here)

Interlude from Another Reality: Married Life by sixteenthdays (read here)

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Okay 2 more fic recs and I'm done, I promise xD

You Could've Applied Online by Anonymous (read here)

Actually hilarious and such fun to read! Stealing something from the description again:

Bdubs stuttered over his words, hand holding the knife tensing around the handle as he looked around the room. Was he being pranked? Did Scar do this? He couldn’t think of another conversation that had confused him more than this. Etho’s eyes crinkled around the edges, mouth subtly changing into what Bdubs imagined was a smile as he felt irritation creep into his mind. “You’re joking right now.” Another shift under the mask. He was definitely smiling now. “How’d you guess?” Or: Bdubs kills someone (on purpose), makes people angry (NOT on purpose), and somehow gets a boyfriend in the process. Or was he a bodyguard? Bdubs doesn't really know himself. Oh, and Etho just wants to pay his rent on time. Preferably without another dead roommate.

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Spring Blossoms by Fire_Cat (read here)

Ethubs, Stardew Valley-esque. Super fun read, highly recommend :D

Stealing from the description once more:

Burnt out and exhausted with city life, Etho packs up and moves to the old abandoned farm his parents owned before he was born. It's sat empty for thirty years and it's not in a good state, but he's determined to make the most of it. The town is full of good people, and he quickly finds friendship in abundance. Amongst them all though, one stands out. Bdubs is kind and funny and exceptionally talented at a number of things. He's handsome too, and Etho can't help but crush on him, just a little bit. They get along fantastically right from day one, but Etho keeps his feelings to himself. It's just a crush, it'll go away. And besides, it's not like Bdubs would ever like him back... Right?'

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If you end up reading and enjoying any of these, PLEASE go and give the authors some love in the comments! Writing really isn't an easy feat (or quick)

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THE TEN FICS OF CHRISTMAS | Various x GN!Reader

In order to get into the holiday spirit, I have decided to release ten special oneshots featuring our favorite block men! These stories mainly revolve around Christmas traditions (hence the title of the series), and contain plenty of tropes that I like, so I decided to beat you over the head with them.

OF MONSTERS AND SAINTS | Various x GN!Reader

Halloween is, quite literally, one of my favorite holidays. Period. So, since I wasn’t able to sate my thirst for spooks last year, I’ve concocted six fresh one-shots in my cauldron of writer’s brew! Do not resist the Halloween vibes. They are not optional.

DREAM SMP

YAN!PUNZ | HCs | angst | 642 words

KNIGHT!READER X KING!ERET | HCs | angst & fluff | 1.8k words

KNIGHT!READER X KING!ERET PT 2 | HCs | angst & fluff | 1.6k words

HERMITCRAFT

I DIED (IN YOUR ARMS TONIGHT) | Grian | angst | 1.1k words

GOODBYE TO A WORLD | Grian | angst | 2.5k words

GIMME SUGAR! | Grian, Xisuma | HCs | fluff | >500 words

PINING MUMBO | Mumbo | HCs | fluff | 1.1k words

THEY SAY THE BEST THINGS ARE FREE | Scar | fluff & angst | 4.2k words

SWAGGON SCAR | Scar | HCs | fluff | 1.7k words

SCAR COMFORTING YOU | Scar | HCs | angsty fluff | 395 words

FAKE DATING SCAR | Scar | HCs | fluff & mild angst | 1.3k words

YANDERE SCAR | Scar | HCs | fluff? | 1.0k words

ASYMPTOTIC | Xisuma | HCs | fluff | 708 words

BRUTAL | Xisuma | angst & fluff | 5.4k words

MAN ON THE MOON | Etho | fluff & mild angst | 2.9k words

WEREWOLF RENDOG | Ren | HCs | fluff | 871 words

ARCHIVE

WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE | Various x GN!Reader (Discontinued)

Have you ever wondered how certain Dream SMP members would behave if they had hybrid traits? Have you ever stopped to consider what it would be like to interact with them if they did?

Well, look no further, readers, because I have written a collection of hybrid canonshots (oneshots + headcanons smooshed together) to sate your curious minds!

FIREFLIES AND SUMMER SKIES | Various x GN!Reader (Discontinued)

The warmth of June has swept over North America, and with it, summer break. Fresh out of college and armed with a blinding lack of direction for the future, you decide there’s no better place to be than Camp Hermity, a remote summer camp in the shadow of Mount. Noxite. Can you find your life’s goal here, with your campers and fellow staff? Can you even handle your campers? And… why are the rest of the counselors so attractive?

[h3li0n]

based off this masterpiece by @sherlockggrian that's held the Gempearl server in a stranglehold for the past few days

[helloiamduck]

Hello, I am Duck!

In reality, i'm some straight christian guy who found myself joining the "weird ppl" website because it looked funny in the onlines.

I have blogs

This one (my ""main"" blog) @helloiamduck

My main rp blog where i pretend i am duck @duckselshop

My oneshot rp blog with too many nikos @society-of-non-cats (primary=duckselshop)

My "i pretend to be a linux distro" blog @steamos-official (primary=helloiamduck)

I think all the other blogs are dead, kept back fore lore reasons, or i forgot about it

I post about Christianity, computers, hermitcraft (mumbo, grian, scar, and iskall), musicals, stuff i'm up to (eg. streaming on youtube), anything i have remote interest in, and anything that i find cool at the moment.

Some (non-political) agendas i support:

Rename "Gen Beta" to "Gen Prerelease" (at least for a little while)

Correct ppl not using the å in words like blåhaj

I decided to make collection of blinkies just now:

The boop one is by @lifeless--cold, but slightly modified by me.

[xoxo-ren-xoxo]

I got some ideas buzzing around in my cranium re: other Hermitcraft cannibalism oneshots I could write (check my pinned for the full collection)

S9 Cub and Cleo museum rivals cannibalism (win for the LGBT community) (she fucking gets him)

Convexian cannibalism 2: hunted through the forest for sport and pinned by a trident (featuring: cubfan135 gay confession!?! Also asexuality.)

Feel like I could do something with fishing.

Third life desert duo gay cannibalism (tender) (bittersweet) (makes us all cry) (also gore tho)

5 + 1 Grian gets eaten and has feelings about it (been in the works for ages) (it makes no sense)

Some other life series headcanon idk

ASK ME ABOUT THESE IN MY ASK BOX. PLEASE. PLEASPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE.

I will rant about cannibalism to you forever. Explode!!!!!!

[chillychive]

What should I write next?

hey yall. Im motivated but cant decide... so pick what would be interesting to read:

Propaganda/more details under the cut

oh, you thought i was gonna say something here? tell you what to vote for?

heh

just kidding, i actually do need to give some information

Outsiders SMP Star Trek AU:

Mostly just brief snippets, maybe an "episode" with a more TOS feel to it with the outsiders cast. probably just a ton of my headcanons on who they would be in the star trek world, rather than a full fic.

The Roomies Acquire a Child

short fic, probs just a oneshot, basically a college au where students grian, cleo and etho-who's parenting experience consists of a hermitcrab affectionately nicknamed "Etho's dishwasher", a snake named Gertrude, and a multitude of pet rocks, all collectively called Dwayne- accidentally acquire a child.

Top Ten Reasons Kissing an Alien isn't a Good Life Insurance Plan

probably a gempearl thing in space (I seem to write a lot of those lately), or maybe set in hermitcraft. Could also have sequels such as "Top Ten Reasons Kissing the Undead isn't a Good Life Insurance Plan" featuring Cleo and possibly Gem or Pearl depending on what I decide. Probably written like a 5&1 fic, or possibly reduced to a 5 & 1 fic if i cant come up with enough reasons Gem and Pearl should kiss.

(obviously, all of these, but especially the last one, are character only. Ship characters, not real people, guys.)

[m0ther-of-p3arl]

heyo! my name's felix and i am a person who exists :) talk to me about anything i want to hear your voices and read your thoughts!!! (also a system btw)

i LOVE asks about anything- my writing, smps im interested in, random questions you have, or just plain nonsense, and will answer any sent to me asap

i love love LOVE to write, i do have an ao3 it is @/m0ther_of_p3arl so go check out my writing on there!!

i am UNDER SIXTEEN!!!!!! DONT BE WEIRD!!!!!1

my absolute favorites: joel smallishbeans, owengejuicetv, charlie slimecicle, and tommyinnit

i also watch: grian, ldshadowlady, jimmy solidarity, inthelittlewood, goodtimeswithscar, krowfang, roscumber, tubbo, mumbo jumbo, billzo, and many many more!

my favorite things are mcyt, as you can tell but like thats the majority of my blog content this is an mcyt blog hehe

things i will talk about: afterlife smp, rats smp, powcreations oneshots, hermitcraft, outsiders, esmp, traffic series, wcsmp, nlsmp, genloss, spiderverse, atla, akira (the books), pirates smp, qsmp, dsmp (or as i will be tagging it, bbhsmp), taylor swift, insane clown posse, good omens, the magnus archives, the magnus protocol, hazbin hotel, helluva boss, politics, other things in general haha

i ship fictional characters so just fair warning there is shipping stuff on here so if you're uncomfortable with that feel free to block me <3 /gen

tags:

random thoughts: felix and his rants

writing: AUTHOR FELIX STRIKES AGAIN

faves: faveoreote

my fics: robert aeor high au, camp hermit au, flame au

asks: question spirals

art: ARTE FELIX ARTE

my rp blog: outsiders owen blog (it's @outsiders-owen if u wanna go check it out send an ask mayhaps :3c)

uhhh so yeah that's pretty much it so umm WELCOME TO MY BLOG

(system info and userboxes will be left below the cut)

we are a traumagenic system, likely osdd-1b (not diagnosed). our stance on sysourse is neutral, as there is no way to tell what's going on in someone's mind, and honestly? i really don't care all that much. you do you, man, and don't bring syscourse to my blog lmao.

i do share memories collectively and have no amnesia between the others in my head. im fronting the vast majority of the time but others do take front occastionally (tommy im lookin at u) so do watch out for em >:3

there are. too many to list at this point help me lmao (my laughter turns to sobs)

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have some userboxes :3c

(and from will, cos she insisted i add it:

[skullsnbruises]

☀️INTRO +

MASTERLIST☀️

Hello all the lovey creatures of the sfw g/t and vore community, we are the Sunny System! We collectively go by he/him and Sunny or Skulls. We are aroace, and vore is a completely nonsexual thing, and everything on this blog will be safe. Do NOT follow if you are a nsfw blog.

It’s nice to meet everyone again, and I hope everyone reading has a nice day!

Our Redbubble, and Ko-fi (commissions open)! Thank you so much <3

Tags we use:

# mcyt vore , # mcyt g/t , # dsmp vore , # dsmp g/t , # g!(character) or # t!(character)

# posts by Sunny is now used for us to navigate our own posts, # sunnys art is for art, and # sunnys fics is for fics

(^ Just send a message if you’d like to be on a taglist!)

Vore is not tagged with # vore tw anymore because it was hard to remember, block the above tags or me if you don’t want to see them ^^

Fandom List (we don’t necessarily have art or fics for each fandom. Autism be dammed, we can only focus on one interest at a time):

Minecraft

Dream SMP

QSMP

Hermitcraft

Life Series

New Life SMP

Invader Zim

Undertale

Deltarune

My Little Pony

Bugsnax (check @/nomsnax)

Five Nights at Freddy’s

Poppy Playtime

Villainous

Cuphead

Hilda

Wander Over Yonder

Pizza Tower

Bugbo

Cryptid Crush

AU Masterlist (* at the end indicated vore):

Noms are Weird/NAW AU* (mcyt) ( # noms are weird au ) Tom’s AU in which SBI are a mix of giants and tinies, and there’s a complex relationship to vore with each person [post]

Mini You’s AU (mcyt) ( # mini yous au ) Our AU in which Wilbur is sent a package full of sentient replicas of his many personas/characters [ao3] [1] [2] [3] [4]

My Friend in the Geode AU (dsmp) ( # my friend in the geode au ) in which Skeppy is a rare species called a Gem, and is found by Badboyhalo and Puffy. [post]

Feline Fine AU (mcyt) ( # feline fine au ) in which Wilbur is a catshifter adopted by Tommy. [ao3] [1]

Niki’s Bakery (mcyt) ( # nikis bakery au ) in which g!niki runs a bakery serving tinies to giants.

Misc./Extra/Oneshots:

Lukewarm Cocoa* (dsmp) (Niki’s bakery) oneshot of g!niki and t!jack [ao3] [post]

definitely not a little portal au comic by Tom* (mcyt/dsmp) [post]

Off the Path* oneshot of naga!Tubbo and human Ranboo (mcyt) [ao3] [post]

My Daughter, Safe Forever* oneshot of g!slime and t!flippa [ao3] [post]

As the Sun Sets* oneshot (for now) of g!chayanne and t!philza, t!tallulah [ao3] [post]

Sleepwalker* oneshot of g!Ranboo and t!wilbur, t!tubbo, t!tommy, t!philza, t!techno [ao3] [post]

The Voices Demand Vore* oneshot of g!techno and t!tommy [ao3] [post]

Prove Me Wrong* oneshot of g!jack and t!niki [ao3] [post]

[anurapoda]

I Saw Her Body, X

Content Warnings: previous trauma, manipulation, mention of dead body (brief)

Words: 2 257

This was posted back in November to AO3, and was the first fanfiction I ever wrote. I might rewrite it as I love the concept, however, the execution was rushed as I was trying to bite the bullet per se lmao.

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“We found your sister.”

Grians hands, which had been playing with his oversized red jumper, paused. “My sister is dead, X.” They had shown him her remains. The remains of all of his friends. So why was his Admin standing in his kitchen at the crack of dawn claiming the opposite? 

The Admin in question sighed, “I know it's difficult to believe, but she's not. She’s alive, doing well for herself, and most importantly has been desperately searching for her brothers.” He paused at that, taking in Grians stoney expression with a pained one of his own.

“No.” Grian stated simply, he could feel that sickening bubble of hope building deep in his chest and he wouldn’t let it take form. He had hoped far too much in the past and it never did him any good. “You’re wrong X. My sister is dead, I saw her body.” 

Xisuma paused as Grian gave a shaky breath, his own eyes hidden behind his visor but full of concern for the newest member. “Even if I am wrong,” He wasn’t. “It wouldn’t hurt to meet her, would it?”

Grian paused, turning his already tear filled eyes away from the man across from him at the table. “Thank you for trying to help X, but my sister is dead.” He choked back a sob. “My friends are dead. It's better if you don’t get our hopes up, mine and whoevers looking for their brothers, because I am not who they are looking for.”

The smaller man continued to look anywhere but X, silently cursing the fact he was being made to repeat the fact his sister and all of his friends were dead so many times to the Admin. If it were anyone else he would have half the brain to think they were just trying to hurt him, see a reaction, to see his tears. But, he reasoned, this was X. The only Admin dumb enough to take in an injured Watcher and let them live among his players, he would never upset Grian like this. Right?

Pulled from his thoughts by a sigh, Grian finally turned to face Xisuma as the man stood. Though his face was obscured by the helmet, the sigh clearly indicated that he wasn’t too thrilled about the younger man's response. 

“I’m having tea with her this afternoon in my private world,” Xisuma stated as he made his way towards the front of Grains mansion. “You are welcome to join us.”

After a moment of silence between the two, the void-walker equipped his elytra and flew off towards spawn. Grian watched with tired eyes as he did so, and after he had disappeared out of sight he broke.

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You whisper to MumboJumbo: Are you busy?

MumboJumbo whispered to you: No, what’s up mate?

You whisper to MumboJumbo: X said Pearl was alive

The chat froze for what seemed like ages as the rock in Grians stomach hardened. It had taken him nearly an hour to calm himself down from his panic attack, and afterwards his immediate thought was to message Mumbo. 

Mumbo, the one friend who wasn’t dead. He knew the most of Grians life prior to Hermitcraft, and he had been the one to hug him twice every year when either of his siblings birthdays passed. Surely he would know how to react to the undoubtedly fake news that his sister was alive.

But as the seconds ticked past and there came no response, he wondered if messaging his dearest friend was a mistake. He was about to pretend it was a joke when he heard someone rapidly firing rockets just outside his door, a second later one MumboJumbo stumbled into the mansion with a panicked expression.

“Grian!” The lanky man rushed to where Grian crouched on the floor next to his dining table, wings folded tightly to his sides as he gripped his communicator in his black speckled hands.

“Mumbo?” The man questioned as he was wrapped in a hug, the moustached man over him hugging him far tighter then he felt was necessary when greeting a friend.

“Pearl,” Mumbo began, pulling away from the smaller man so he could look at his face. His face with its puffy eyes and reddened cheeks, his face which had clearly been crying not long ago. “She’s alive? Are you going to see her?”

Grian paused before closing in on himself, wrapping his wings tighter as he pulled away from his friend's touch. “Mumbo, they showed me her body. You know they did, X is probably mistaken.”

“What if he isn’t?”

Looking up at the taller man, Grian scrunched his nose. “Of course she is, Mumbo! I know They lied to me about a lot, but they showed me her body.” Tears pricked at the man's eyes once more as he recalled that fateful day when the watchers had allowed him to see Evo for the last time. He had been prepared to see some destruction, void knew They would’ve punished his friends for revolting once he was gone. What he hadn’t expected was the bodies decorating the ground. Pearls was the first he found.

“I saw her body. She’s dead.” Grian stated between sobs, his head finding the crook of Mumbo's neck as he worked to calm himself. The man in question didn’t comment, simply rubbed circles into his friends back as his crying calmed.

“I think you should see this person who X thinks is your sister.” Mumbo whispered, holding Grian still as he tried to sit back up in protest. “Think about it even if it’s not her, at least you can confirm that for yourself. Like you said, they wat- They. They lied about a lot, maybe they lied about her as well?”

“No, it can’t be her.” Grian said for what felt like the hundredth time that morning. “Because if it is her that means she's been looking for me for 3 years, 3 years Mumbo.” Rage was seeping into the builder's voice as Mumbo continued holding him against his chest. “3 years of me not even trying to look for her. She would never forgive me if she found out that I’ve been living in a cosy server while she's been desperately looking for me.”

“You said it yourself,” Mumbo murmured, “They showed you her body, real or not you believed her to be dead. If she isn’t then she’ll understand, I’m sure she just wants her brothers back.”

The two sat in silence for a moment, Grian stewing over his options while Mumbo did his best to comfort the man. Finally, Mumbo spoke.

“Do you want to see this person, just to make sure it’s not her?” he asked as he played with the other man's hair. “I’m sure we can get X to set up a meeting off-server.” 

“He’s having tea with her this afternoon.” Grian mumbled, pulling away from his friend as the previous grip loosened. He leaned against a nearby wall with his arms crossed. “I supposed checking won’t hurt.”

Mumbo lit up, hands reaching to grab Grians arms. “So you’ll go see her?”

“Not alone.” Grains eyes trailed Mumbos figure. “I know X will be there, but he didn’t know me before… Them. I’d like it if maybe you could come?”

“Of course I’ll come.” 

And if either man cared to notice the tears forming in the other's eyes as they rose from the floor to get ready for their newly scheduled tea then neither mentioned it.

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The two arrived at Xisuma's base shortly before their scheduled meeting time off world, both men dressed in their regular clothing. Mumbo had tried insisting that the two wear something more proper if there was a chance of meeting Grians sister, but the shorter man had declined stating it probably wasn’t her, plus it was afternoon tea not a gala.

So here the two stood side by side as Xisuma readied the portal to his private world. Neither had dared to discuss what awaited them through the portal on their way to Xisumas, both fearing the worst. 

“She’s meeting us there.” Xisuma called over the sound of portal particles as he worked on finishing the last bits of code. “Are you both ready?”

Grian gave no audible response as he nodded, while Mumbo figured the Admin couldn’t really see them from where they stood so he too called out. “All set!”

The air around them swirled as though they were in a storm one second, and the next the chunk was eerily still as a portal made of void appeared before them. Grian shuttered at the sight, he was never a fan of portals that took players across realms and that was before he spent a year in the end with Them.

Mumbo squeezed the smaller hands harder as Xisuma glanced back at the two and gave a courteous nod before walking through the portal, the other two men following after.

Stepping through the other side the two were greeted by a cosy wood and stone home nestled in some hills, with Xisuma standing just in front of the door. His helmet had been discarded somewhere in his inventory, the air in his private worlds was always easier for the man to breathe, often deeming the helmet null.

Grian however could not take in the welcoming sight, as he gagged on his own vomit. Between the anxiety from possibly meeting his sister, who was definitely dead and not here, and the sensation of travelling between worlds, the tiny builder wasn’t doing too well.

Mumbo patted the man's back and gave reassuring words as he began to gather himself, straightening enough to return a smile to Xisuma whose face had begun to twist with concern. The two stared for a moment before the Admin sighed.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” He asked, and although it was meant as a light hearted reassurance that the other man could back out Grian only saw the pity lacing the words.

“I’m fine, X. Let’s get this over with.” 

Xisuma was going to protest despite the harshness of the builder's words before he heard movement behind him. Turning, he came face-to-face with a small mousy haired woman, mother wings adorned her back.

“Everything ok out here Xisuma?” She asked, curiously trying to poke her head around the Admin to get a look at what all the fuss was about. “You’re late for our tea, I was worried you bailed on me!”

“Apologies Pearl,” The Admin replied, gently guiding the woman back into the house as he shot Mumbo a worried glance. “We can have that tea now, I hope it hasn’t gone cold!”

“Course it hasn’t, but Xisuma what was-”

As the two disappeared into the home Mumbo knelt to Grian level and held his head gently to face him. The builder's eyes were shot open with an emotion the man couldn’t quite place, though his uncharacteristic silence told him it couldn’t be good.

“Hey bud, you ok?” He dared to ask, running a thumb over the smaller man's cheek. “The portal really took it out of you, huh?”

If Grian heard him he didn’t respond, instead he stared at the now closed door and whispered something Mumbo wouldn’t have caught if he was any further from the builder then he currently was.

“That was her voice.”

Mumbo nodded solemnly. He had half hoped that Grian hadn’t heard it, though he knew that was a selfish wish. He had only met Pearl a handful of times, but even he could tell that the voice couldn’t belong to anybody else. “Do you want to see her?”

“She’ll hate me.” Grian whispered, turning his head to focus on his lanky friend. “I didn’t even try finding her. I believed them Mumbo, after all they did I believed them-” the tears were returning to his eyes as he leaned further into Mumbos touch.

Shushing the man, Mumbo ran a hand through his hair and hummed. “I don’t think she could ever hate you, especially not for believing Their lies. After all, they’re very convincing when they want to be.”

Grian didn’t reply, simply allowing Mumbo to ramble as he leaned further into the familiar touch of a friend. “I mean if someone convinced my friend that I were dead and I found out they never tried to fact check that, I wouldn’t be upset at them - sure I’d want to meet whoever convinced them I was dead but-”

“Mumbo.” Grian muttered, earning a hum in response. “Please stop saying you’re dead.”

“Ah, sorry.” The man murmured. “My point still stands though, it would be awfully rude for her to hate you for being manipulated.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know.” was the only response as the man nestled in Mumbo’s arms pushed away with a sad smile. “Well, I guess my sister is alive! Great!”

“Do you want to see her?” Mumbo asked gently, whipping away a stray tear on his friend's cheek. “It’s still up to you, if you want to go back home we can.”

Grian paused, turning the idea over in his head before giving a long sigh. “I want to see her Mumbo, more than anything in the world.”

“So what’s stopping you?”

“Nothing.”

Grian is many things, a human turned watcher, a friend of MumboJumbo, an excellent flyer, but right then in that moment as he approached the door to the home in Xisuma's private world he thought of himself as only one thing: Pealrescentmoons big brother.

[sure-i-exist]

Sorry, first time I've looked through your blog in a while but...YOU HAVE FICS??!?!?!

Please tell me about them!! Do you have a favorite?

oh this is so awesome and wonderful to talk about

I have quite a few fics I’ve written, most are left unfinished and unposted but yknow hopefully I’ll return to those at some point lol. In terms of posted fics I’ve got 11 on ao3 (+ 2 that I made anonymous (also my ao3 is Im_Here_I_Guess if you were curious)), most are just oneshots cause I struggle with longer stories.

I don’t really have a particular fandom I stick to so most of them are all different stuff, tho I do have 2 httyd fics with completely different vibes to each other (one is about Snotlout dying while the group’s on a mission, the other is about Snotlout fishlegs and ruffnut hooking up during Race to the Edge. I love them both).

Of my posted stuff my favourite is probably the Snotlout/fishlegs/ruffnut one, but there’s 2 others that have a special place in my heart:

One of those is a ride the cyclone watches the show fic which I never finished and I do wanna return to at some point, but idk. It means a lot to me not just cause it was really fun to do and I hadn’t written for a while when I started it, but also because of all the comments I got on it which were really nice and kind and cool.

The other fic that’s not my favourite but i care a lot about is a ni no kuni fic that’s really small and really simple, but I did it for the fandom secret Santa in 2022 so it’s just like. It’s nice yknow?

In terms of the stuff I’ve not posted tho (which I’m actually considering posting, in like a collection of ‘these are unfinished snippets which I’m unlikely to continue, but someone might appreciate what little there is anyway’) and for those I’ve got a load of different fandoms for them like: Glee, Ever After High, 2012 TMNT, Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies, Hot Fuzz, Mystreet, Hermitcraft, Good Omens and Dreamworks Trolls to name just a few.

And of the unfinished stuff my favourite is probably a Nerdy Prudes Must Die story where Richie and Ruth after the events of the musical are haunting Pete because they’re unable to move on due to being killed by Max in his supernatural state while also at a Black Altar, and Richie can communicate by writing on the walls in blood while Ruth can mess with lights. I don’t even have it slightly written out but I’ve got a lot of notes for it and it’s just a cool concept I hope someone’s already done.

As you can see, I took this ask and ran with it because I just love saying words and talking about myself. This is fun and thank you so much for giving me the opportunity lol <3

[mothchildd]

reminiscing.

this is going to be an unedited rambling post about my feelings. these are just my opinions and should not be taken as an attack on anyone or their opinions.

i miss the old hermitcraft fandom. i miss season 6 and season 7 and a time when fics were hermitcraft, not shipping or dream smp crossovers. i miss longfics and having 7k results on ao3 instead of 14k. i miss when doctorsiren was a big name and when ATUS was the ultimate book of fanon watcher lore. i miss messy oneshots and i miss gen fics and i miss things that had actual horror elements, not just grumbo or scarian or whatever. i miss respecting boundaries and i miss waiting eagerly for the next chapter of my favorite fics to come out. i miss having authors i look up to. i miss having other long time fans to talk to. i miss having people to freak out over headcanons with. i miss when things werent just the same highschool au over and over again. i miss having authors that regularly post good quality fics. i miss the fandom all collectively coming together over a single popular fic. i miss when it felt like you had a million friends out there, just waiting to be discovered. i miss having fics written about more obscure hermits. i miss having fics written for fun, not just hits. im guilty of these things too. i know that. but i miss the old ways, and i know they were far from perfect and that i am just a man with rose colored glasses, but everything seemed so simple. so easy. i miss coming home from not having internet for a week and excitedly scanning the 3 new pages for updates of my favorite works. i miss filtering by hits or words and not getting grumbo smut. i miss it, i miss it so much, but its gone and i dont know what to do. i am a relic of an older time. i miss what it used to be and i know this is objectively better but i miss it so much like a pain right behind my heart in my chest and i dont know why but i do and it hurts. i miss my childhood and i miss project dirthouse and i miss not having to worry about shippers or extreme fans or any of that, and i miss it all so much, and i miss when finding another hermitcraft fan felt like finding a small treasure in the woods. i miss having a tight knit community instead of a loose vaguely connected sprawl of people. i miss it i miss it i miss

[deityoftherain]

Hermitcraft SMP Fanfics by deityoftherain on Tumblr and AO3

canary wings and pronouns* flower ranchers... literally* for pearl his artist* i don't want to be friends isn't that jimmy's hat?* matchless matchmaker* (not) a boy in a princess dress* save a spot for me* threats of pain and love*

* astrick'ed ones are tagged with more than one SMPs/fandoms

Misc Fanfics New Life SMP: sparrow and his teleporter friend

fallen stars au ^ click on this if you want to view the collection with all my fics within my fallen stars au; not all fics are tagged with Hermitcraft*

The links above will take you to a Tumblr post with the fic's summary and basic information. From there, you can decide if you want to route yourself to the fic on AO3, if you want to read the oneshot (multichapter fics don't have this option, sorry) under the cut, or if you want to keep looking. Titles are organized in alphabetical order. More information under the cut, and feel free to enter my ask box whenever!

I tend to be a multishipper, I do a decent amount of rarepair shipping, and I enjoy changing up hybridity/headcanons depending on the universe the fic takes place in. I tag fairly heavily though, so you should always have a heads up on what you're about to read.

Obligatory disclaimer that this is the characters not the creators! The creators can do whatever they want, and I can do whatever I want with the blorbos. Nothing I write will ever be RPF; everything is drawn from and intended to represent the characterized versions of them. Reminder that fanon is fanon for a reason, and if you can't wrap your head around that, you are not forced to interact.

[jumpinginmuddypuddles]

heyyy whats up sunnyyyy

this is a pretty neat concept, maybe there’s one for artists too!

no idea if any of these have been asked before, but could i get 4, 25 and 35?

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hi hobs im doin alright on this chilly october morning

4. Are there any writers that inspire you?

is it possible for me to say every single one to ever exist? in terms of fandom, there are definitely writers that are absolute weapons when it comes to gut-wrenching beautifully-made stuff that i worship (maybe i need to make a fic rec list or a collection or something idk) but in terms of actual published authors, i adore madelline miller's prose, it's just so beautifully written and makes me sob and scream and cry every time. i also love donna tartt's prose and also her characters and how deep and subtle some of the nuances in her novels are. i also love love love kazuo ishuguro and philip k dick for both their science-fiction works that manage to be so funny and so heartbreaking all at once, as well as their masterful dialogue. so yeah, i've got quite a few inspirations, but whether i actually manage to emmulate any of the gorgeous stuff they have written is TBD.

25. Have you ever daydreamed about side adventures/spin-offs from your fic? Tell us about them!

Literally ALL THE TIME. As its you hobs, my lovely mutual, I'll tell you about that hermitcraft fic and it's worldbuilding that i had planned. Before my muse was ripped from me and I fell out of touch with hermitcraft, I had visions of creating loads of off-shooting oneshots and works that explore all the different members and their backstories, and how they managed to end up in the main timeline in that au. it included a prequel of how mumbo and grian met and slowly gained each other's trust - it was agonisingly sad I will let you know now. I still have that stuff half-written because I am too attached to it but I am unlikely to ever go back to it and expand on that beautiful, tragic little world

35. Ramble about any fic-related thing you want!

It's a topic that's been spoken about so so much in recent years, but I just love how fanfiction, especially sites like ao3, are perfect symbols of how communism could and would work in our modern society. because authors do not get paid for their troubles, for their back ache and eye strain and hours hunched over a screen trying to figure out just the right words. we receive little-to-no praise most of the time, especially in smaller fandoms. so in theory, it shouldn't work. writers shouldn't post things onto platforms like ao3 and ff.net if, by capitalist standards, our labour is not being paid for. surely if it was simply a hobby, we could just write and keep it to ourselves? but because of the little communities people have built online, and the fandoms that have grown tight and strong, there is a really amazing band of people that group together to write fanfiction just because they love to do it, regardless of the time and effort taken, and want to show their creations to the world. this is especially true on ao3, which is non-proft, and is run by the people for the people. maybe that's why it receives so much goddamn funding every single time it needs it. (what a beautiful thought) sorry that last bit got super sappy, i just think it's super neat! Equally, I do think some people on ao3 need to relearn politeness and ettiquette. so many times i've had people either trauma-dumping without warrant in my comments or just rudely demanding the next chapter?? like? i am a person with work and school and a life, i cannot sit by a computer and pump out chapter after chapter for the rest of my life. it's insane and I think more people need to talk about it. I've been thinking about putting a blanket disclaimer in my notes about doing stuff like that because it sometimes has gotten so bad.

thanks so much for the questions! this turned into an entire essay lmao

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