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dadokid · 7 months ago
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There's nothing but space, man..
If you know me, you know that I love Season 8 of Hermitcraft and that it was my favourite season because of the storyline. I have not felt all too well the last couple of days and used that to my advantage for a new short story about Tango and how I put a twist on his S8 ending because.. why not? :D If you want to, you can give it a read with the link attached above.
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writer-0f-all · 8 months ago
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Goodbye
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Fandom?: Hermitcraft/MCYT
Who?: Anyone-ish
Warnings: blood, respawn mechanics, let me know if i missed any
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Your eyes blur slightly with tears, the clouds rolling above you slowly, It gives a certain calm compared to now. The moon shines so brightly with its massive form, Slowly closing in on the world as you know it. You had been building when you were struck by a flying skeleton, its arrow embedded within your shoulder, blood slowly drizzling down from the wound, tainting your clothes a dreary red. A shadow looms over  you, blocking the moon. Their face comes into view, tears collecting in their eyes. Your name slips past their lips, as a tear slips past their eyes. A gentle hand caresses your cheek, moving to  your collar, finally resting next to the arrow. “I can save you
” The whisper, “I could bring you with me..” Your eyes start to droop, your chest slowly expanding and shrinking.  Tears Fall from your own eyes, joining theirs. “If only
” You say slowly. They open their mouth to say something when the ground starts shaking, you and them rising towards the sky, they hold you close as you rise, the moon shining brightly, slowly closing in on the world you once knew. Your eyes drift over your bases, the tall, short, mostly finished, mess and smile.  Remicicing the mornings you cuddle in bed together, the dinners you'd make together, the times you'd die only to respawn in each other's arms. 
You close your eyes as a tear slips past before opening them again, looking towards the moon,and as your eyes make contact,  you whisper one..last
thing.

“Goodbye
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"Hope you enjoyed! The pearl fanfic is coming, tumblr was just being an ass and deleted the draft. Have a good day my lovlies!"
~Candy
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my-adhd-gremlin-blog · 1 year ago
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I wrote this fic based on a post I made about pirate!Scar being the same person as s8!Scar. This SMP has me in a chokehold, but Scar's character especially has me hooked. Hope you enjoy!
The tavern was alive with the sound of raucous laughter as the Kestrels threw back their ales and shared their stories.
" - and then I said, that's not my wife, that's a crab!" Martyn bellowed, swigging more ale.
"Oh, very funny, Marty," Oli grumbled, hiding his embarrassment behind his own tankard. "My wife is not a crab! She's a very beautiful, very real lady!"
The crew continued to guffaw, ruddy faced and cheery from the sheer amounts of alcohol they'd consumed.
"Oli's wife is cra-ab, Oli's wife is a cra-ab," Sausage chanted gleefully, spilling most of his drink on the floor in the process.
Disturbed by the commotion, Captain Jellie curiously wandered over from the bar, leaping into Scar's lap for a fuss. Scar smiled, scratching Jellie behind the ears. The feline began to purr.
"What about you, Scar? Did you have a special someone at home?" Martyn asked, also reaching a hand out towards the cat.
Scar met Martyn's gaze with unfocused eyes. He thought perhaps he might be trying to make fun of him, too, but Martyn's interest seemed sincere. Scar's smile grew wider, even more playful.
"Me? No! There's a whole lotta Scar to go around, it just wouldn't be fair to the world if I settled down with just one person," he replied slyly.
Martyn chuckled. "Alright, charmer. Maybe you can share some of that charisma with the rest of us, hey?"
He leaned forward, swaying slightly in his chair, surveying Scar with hungry eyes. Martyn was flirting with him, that much he knew. But a face had appeared in Scar's mind, his special someone, and his heart was twisting with guilt. Not wanting to be rude, he threw Martyn a wink and chugged the rest of his ale, hoping that would be the end of it.
"Whoo, look at me go! Martyn, Scar, look! Check out my monocle!"
Oli, who had seemingly gotten over the crab comment, was now entertaining Sausage and Kyle by balancing his monocle on the end of his nose, like a seal with a rubber ball. Inevitably, it slipped and fell to the table, cracking down the middle.
"Oh my gosh, Scar! Look at my monocle!" Grian cried, examining himself in the mirror with delight. "How do I look?"
He gave a little twirl, and Scar whistled his approval. Grian was giving him the biggest grin; he didn't think his heart could handle it.
"Perfect! I told you the hat was a good idea. Now you look like a real train conductor."
Grian laughed, flicking the tiny top hat on Scar's head. "And you still look like the world's worse salesman."
Scar gripped the edge of the table, hard. A memory he thought he had lost long ago suddenly hit him like a gale force wind, and it felt like all the air had been knocked out of him.
"Scar, you okay, buddy?" Oli asked.
Scar waved him off. "Oh, fine. Absolutely fine." He tried to stand, and immediately stumbled. "Actually, I'm a little drunk. I'd say it's time for us, Jellie and me, to hit the hay."
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The next morning, the Kestrels, all nursing severe hangovers, set out on their first mission in hopes of earning some coin. The rough sea churned their stomachs, but they pressed on, motivated by their greed for gold.
An island grew larger on the horizon, until the ship finally rolled gently onto the soft sand. Sausage dropped the anchor and the crew disembarked, glad for once to be on dry land.
"Are we sure this is the place? It sure doesn't look like a cursed island," Kyle said, taking in the scenery.
"Of course this is the right place. Are you questioning my navigation skills?" Sausage balked.
"I wouldn't dream of it, my dear," Kyle responded with a wink.
"Oh, are we flirting? I want in on that!" Martyn threw an arm around both of their shoulders, planting a kiss on each of their cheeks.
"Sorry to interrupt this little smooch-fest, guys, but Oli is looking a little green around the gills," said Scar, pointing over his shoulder to Oli, who was curled up in the sand holding his stomach.
"No, I'm fine! I'm fine, I -" Oli rolled over, and up came his breakfast. "I'm going to have to stay with the ship," he conceded.
"Lightweight, Oli!" Sausage teased jovially.
With Martyn and Scar's help, Oli managed to pull himself up into a sitting position. He looked much more worse for wear than the rest of the crew.
"If it makes you feel any better, Oli, you look as bad as I feel," Martyn said.
Oli glared at him. "Why would that make me feel better?"
"Well, if Oli is fine to stay here feeding the fishes," said Kyle, eyeing the throw up that was slowly getting washed away by the surf, "then I see no reason why the rest of us can't go and explore the island. There may be treasure to be had. Perhaps, if you're feeling better by nightfall, Oli, you could join us for some monster-hunting?"
He threw Kyle a weak thumbs up. "You got it, boss man."
"That settles it, then," Sausage declared. "Onward, Kestrels! To adventure!"
"To adventure!" Martyn and Kyle chorused.
Scar, however, was looking into the distance wistfully. "You guys go ahead, I'll catch up later."
The ground beneath their feet rumbled. Earthquakes had become pretty much a daily occurrence at this point, and most of the Hermits couldn't remember a time when gravity wasn't a little unstable. Grian tugged on Scar's arm, pulling him inside the observatory to shelter from wayward floating dirt.
At the top, they both sunk to their knees, exhausted from the climb. Nobody in Boatem had slept for days, and the fatigue was making them delirious. The bright, looming figure of the moon shone threateningly through the observatory skylight. It was bigger tonight. It was constantly getting bigger.
"It's not getting bigger," Grian announced quietly. "It's getting closer."
Scar's heart thudded violently in his chest, but all he had the energy to do was let out a meek sob.
"This is the end, isn't it? This world is coming to an end."
Grian didn't say anything. There was no point denying it. Instead, he reached out to Scar, and despite being smaller, pulled him to his chest. Scar didn't resist.
"We'll build a new world, it'll be better than this one," Grian said, stroking Scar's hair.
"But we barely got any time in this one. This place was just starting to feel like home. I'm not ready to move on yet."
Grian chuckled lightly. "I don't think we have much of a choice, if the moon has other plans," he said. "Home isn't just a place, Scar. It's in the people you surround yourself with, too. As long as you and me are together, we'll always be home. And I for one sure do not plan on leaving you."
Scar's eyes drooped. He was tired, he was scared. But now, he was also beginning to realise that he was loved, too.
"You promise?" He muttered, fighting hard not to fall asleep in Grian's arms.
Grian held him tighter. "I promise."
A promise, sealed with a kiss.
Martyn frowned, concerned and slightly puzzled. "Are you alright, pal? Not gonna blow chunks like Oli, are you?"
"I swear to God, Marty, if I had the strength, I'd like to throw some very choice words at you," Oli groaned, half-heartedly flipping him off.
Once again, Scar was dismissive of his friends' concern. "Stop worrying about me. I'm OK, really. It's just been so long since I've had a crew, I got used to being a one man show. I'd appreciate a little bit of 'me' time. It's nothing personal."
Scar had almost said 'I promise' , but the words got stuck in his throat. The last time a promise was made with him, it got broken. Still, the other Kestrels seemed happy enough with his answer.
"OK, then. We'll see you later, Scar!"
Scar waved them off with a big smile. "Bye, now!"
Oli groaned again. "And now you're going to leave me, too, aren't you? Go, Scar, leave me here to die."
Scar rolled his eyes fondly. "Don't be so dramatic, you're not gonna die. Here." Scar handed him a flask full of fresh water. "Drink that. You'll be fine. Take care of yourself, I'll be back in a little while."
The island was beautiful. White sand, lush grass, palm trees reaching for the clouds. Everywhere you looked there was some interesting flora and fauna. Scar trekked up and over a hill, finding the remains of a sunken ship on the other side. It once must have been very impressive, judging by the sheer size of the wreckage. Now all that was left of it was splintered wood, torn up sails and barnacles in every nook and cranny.
Still, there may be something to salvage.
It took Scar a good part of the day to explore the entire shipwreck, encountering issues with a particularly curious duck that just did not want to leave him alone. When the sun reached its peak, Scar took a break, nibbling on a slightly mushy banana to dull his biting hunger. He stowed away the peel once he was finished with it; another potential customer to scam.
A brief run-in with a Kite confirmed for him that whatever had been left behind had already been ransacked by one of their own (Scar swore he would sink that Tubbo's ship one day). Writing that particular mission off a as a dud, Scar began his ascent again. He would go check on Oli, maybe meet up with the others, and slay a few monsters.
At the crest, Scar took a moment to take in the view. He could imagine how the night sky must look from here. How close the stars would seem to be. His eyes were starting to mist over when he caught a flash of red in his peripheral vision.
A scarlet macaw had come in to land beside him, as if completely unaware of his presence. Scar figured the animals here must see so little of humanity that they'd never learned to be afraid of him. He crouched, lifting an arm and holding it out. With a sharp whistle, Scar called the bird, and with very little hesitation, it soared up to him and perched on his forearm.
There were seeds in his bag, Scar was sure of it. With a little rummaging, he managed to grab a handful. The bird ate right from the palm of his hand.
Scar huffed a laugh. "Does this mean we're friends now?"
Almost as soon as the words left his mouth, the parrot took off again, flying off in the direction of the setting sun.
The void jump wasn't planned. Scar had failed his Boatem family. His rocketship never left the ground. Still, he had hope. They were together, at least. They'd make it to the next world.
Time passed. Scar wasn't sure how long. It was Pearl who began to deteriorate first. Her body became skeletal, her lips turned blue, and not long after, they were setting her body free.
Mumbo went next. His cold, stiff corpse remained with them for days, before finally, Impulse convinced Grian to let him go.
Scar's hope dwindled as fast as his grief mounted. He was supposed to save them, but instead he was clinging to dear life and praying his last two friends were doing the same.
Impulse went quietly. He'd never liked to make a fuss. Not a word was said when his body went numb from cold. Not a word about how agonising his hunger had become. No complaints, just peace.
It was just Scar and Grian left, floating in the void, holding onto each other desperately. Grian had always been a stubborn one. Even when faced with death, he refused to die. Scar believed they'd make it. They'd live for for the ones they'd lost.
But then...
"Scar, I'm so cold," Grian murmured weakly.
"Cuddle in closer. I'll keep you warm."
"I'm so hungry, Scar," whined Grian.
"We'll eat when we get to the new world. There's bound to be a rift around here somewhere. Soon, you'll see."
Grian started to go limp in Scar's arms. Scar held him tighter.
"Scar... I love you."
And then he went still. Grian did make it to the new world, but he never got to see it. He broke his promise.
"You left me," Scar whispered into the wind.
He watched the bright plumage of the colourful bird blur on the horizon as it flew further away. A tear rolled gently down his cheek.
"I never should have trusted a pesky bird."
This got a little morbid towards the end, sorry. I was up late last night fighting stomach cramps (on a work night đŸ˜«) so I guess I just chose violence. I was gonna add a scene in which Scott and Cleo found Scar washed up, and they decide to take him in (and bury Grian's body), but it didn't seem necessary in the end. Just know that the "new world" is the Faction Isles, not season 9.
(P.s. it was Scar's comment about "not trusting pesky birds" that essentially fueled this entire fic).
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gojirawrx · 3 months ago
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Falling stars really aren't stars at all.
Really, they're just small pieces of rocks or ice that burn up in Earth's atmosphere, leaving burning streaks behind them as they cross the sky. These are known as meteors. And sometimes, those meteors last long enough to crash onto the surface, and those are called meteorites. Usually, those are no bigger than a fist even if they can get rather large.
A man in a spacesuit crashing to Earth is neither of those things. In fact, most people would call that a pretty big problem. The media called it a stunt by a new villain on the rise, and scientists called it a miracle the man was even alive.
Tango just called it a really bad day.
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AKA, Tango and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day he experiences upon being isekaid at the end of season 8 into a nonsense superhero universe.
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Read HERE !!
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bluuedraws · 8 months ago
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Chapter one is finished! I’m not providing a synopsis because the chapter is pretty telling of what the story will be like, along with the tags.
I hope you enjoy the ride, as I had a lot of fun writing it! Keep in mind this is my first fanfic I’ve ever published publicly, so please be patient. These are new grounds for me :)
Chapter One
Grian runs.
He’s been running for a long time, but never has he sprinted so hard and so fast, his muscles burning, his legs aching with every stride he took. His lungs scream for air as he gasps, the cold air searing his throat as he pumps his arms even harder. The constant pain in his wings aren’t helping him concentrate on running, either. They’re badly bruised, rendering him unable to fly. And never before has Grian been so desperate to take to the air. Behind him, he hears nothing but the swaying branches and the leaves crunching under his feet. It’s eerily silent, shrouded with a deceiving quiet that only strikes more fear into Grian’s heart.
How have they found him so quickly?
They’d only been on the server for a couple of months. Everyone was still deep into their projects, Scar expanding his ever growing Swaggon business, Impulse adding details to his factory, Mumbo doing whatever Mumbo did, Pearl creating gorgeous builds
 It wasn’t time to end this season. Not even close. They should have had more than a few more months before they caught up with him.
Grian’s body is burning now, more exhausted than he’s ever felt. He’s pushing himself far beyond his limits, and he still isn’t sure it’ll be enough. He just has to make it to Boatem
 There, he can warn his friends, and they can flee the server as they always did when they inevitably caught up with him. Grian thought he had mastered this endless chase through worlds, thought he could stay one step ahead of them. But despite his efforts, he’s failed.
The ground is getting smoother and more worn down beneath his feet as he springs on. A good sign, it means he’s growing ever closer to civilization. He’s so tired, his legs numb and feet barely functioning. Almost there, just a little longer

WHAM!
Grian smashes to the ground, barely managing to catch himself before smacking his face into the dirt. His foot’s caught on something, his exhaustion finally taking him down. Stumbling to his feet, he continues on, but now he can sense something behind him. They’re even closer now.
Finally, finally, Grian spots the familiar sight of the Boatem hole, a strange stack of boats and various items sitting precariously over a deep hole that lead to the void. By some miracle, all of his friends are sitting around it, engaged in conversation. He can save them, if only he can convince them in the minutes he had left before they caught up.
He can convince them.
He has to.
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and then Grian unfroze midair and asked me what I was doing. It scared the heck out of me!” Scar is laughing, obviously telling some story to the group. Whatever it was cracks them up, and they’re all clutching their stomachs, laughing as Scar buries his head in his hands in fake embarrassment. Grian skids to a halt in front of them, hands on his thighs, gasping for air.
Scar turns to him, a smile spreading across his face as he greets the newcomer. “Well, speak of the devil! Grian, I was just telling them about-”
“(Gasp!) Scar, stop! They’re here, th—(Gasp!)—they’re coming! We need to leave!” Grian cuts him off, fumbling his words as he desperately tries to get them to understand what had happened. Scar’s face drops from his usual lopsided grin to a worried frown, and he reaches out to grab Grian’s shoulder in support. The others look on inquisitively. “Woah, Grian, buddy, calm down a sec. Take a moment to breathe, you’re exhausted-” Scar moves to let him take a seat next to him, but Grian waves him off.
“T-there’s no time, don’t you see?! (Gasp!) They- (Gasp! )they’ve caught up with us! W-we need to go, change servers, or it’s- it’s all over!”
The world is spinning and blurring around him, and hazy shapes seem to surround him as muffled voices call his name. <<Grian! Grian, are you ok?>>
<<Oh god, what happened to his wings?>>
They’re concerned, but not for the right reasons. They need to go, to run, not check on him!
<<What happened? What’s wrong?>>
<<How can we help?>>
No, it’s going all wrong. They don’t know the danger, don’t know what to do. Grian hasn’t told them, couldn’t tell anyone without putting them in danger. But he guesses it doesn’t matter anymore. There was no avoiding it, because despite his efforts, his friend’s are still in mortal peril.
Grian feels himself sink to his knees as the world tilts alarmingly. He feels nauseous, but he fights it. He needs to get the words out, or else it’s all over.
He manages one word before he feels them arrive.
“RUN!”


The world turns cold.
The wind stops blowing. His friends grow quiet and still.
Grian opens his eyes.
Everything has stopped. The grass no longer sways in the wind, the clouds are still above their heads. And, the most horrifying of all, his friends are frozen. Scar has his arm on Grian’s shoulders, his face covered in anxiety and concern. Impulse and Mumbo are crowded around him, tense and unsure of what to do. But worst of all is Pearl. She stands slightly farther back, but unlike the others, her eyes aren’t trained on Grian. She’s looking over his shoulder, fixated on something behind him. And she looks terrified.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Grian pushes himself up off the ground (gently brushing Scar’s arm off his shoulder in the process), and turns.
And the monster stares back.
Just like that, the world is gone. He’s floating in a vast purple void, alone with the one he’s been running from for years.
It’s a humanoid figure, cloaked in grey cloth and deathly silent. When it raises its head, Grian can’t see anything. It’s too shrouded in shadow to make out.
No. No, no no no no. This can’t be happening. It can’t end like this. Grian won’t let it. If he can’t save himself, he’ll at least save his friends.
He clenches his fists against his sides, his fear turning to hot, boiling rage, bubbling against his throat as the figure looks on, silent. Now that the worst has actually happened, Grian finds himself filled with unexpected bravery. After all, what does he have to lose?
“Leave them alone!” Grian spits at the thing, the years of barely contained fury finally boiling over. He arches his wings over his head in an effort to look more intimidating, ignoring the pain that seares through his bones. “It’s me you want, not them! I’ll go with you, do whatever you want, just leave. Them. Be!”
Grian knows that they work in strange ways. They can’t forcefully take him. He must agree of his own will first. But that doesn’t stop them from making his life hell. They have enormous power, and don’t care who they kill along the way.
Grian waits for an answer.
The silence seems to stretch forever.
But then the thing laughes. It’s a cold, calculating chuckle that chills Grian to the bone.
“Oh, little one. What a silly request you make.”
He holds his stance, watching the figure in front of him. It still doesn’t move.
“What we want is far from just you. You may be the key, but there are many more doors to open.”
Fingers turn to claws as he digs them into his palms, anger reverting back to horror. He chooses his next words carefully, attempting to hide the quiver in his voice.
“What will you do?”
It watches him. It’s been watching him for as long as Grian knows.
“That entirely depends on you, my friend.”
The word “friend” has a hint of malice etched into it, a stinging threat that hangs above them. They are not friends. Never have been.
“We are more merciful than you know. And so, we offer you a deal.”
A deal. That doesn’t sound good. A deal with them never goes well. Grian knows that more than anyone.
“We won’t follow you or your friends anymore. We’ll leave you be forever. No more running, no more hiding. No more living in constant fear.”
His breath catches in his throat. This was too good to be true. Too wonderful of a thought to possibly be real.
He waits for the other shoe to drop.
“But to receive this, you must pass out tests.”
Oh no.
“We have many trials for you to overcome. If you face them all, and win, you may receive our blessing. And if not
 we take you and your companions.”
There it is. No gift ever comes for free, not when they’ve been hunting him for years. Not when he’s escaped every trap, every plan they’ve made to capture him.
This is all another ploy. Another mind game to try and get him on their side. Grian isn’t dumb, and he won’t let himself fall for it.

But oh, it is tempting. Behind his outer confidence, Grian can feel the exhaustion lurking behind his eyes. He can feel the years of stress and fear in ever muscle, every bone. To be relieved of this burden would mean everything.
But suspicion is clouding his thoughts. Something is very wrong.
If he agrees to this, and fails, he can’t backout. A deal is an agreement and is just as binding, magic wise.
But he’s so tired. So tired of putting everyone he loves in constant danger, so tired of keeping them in the dark.
And so, he makes a decision.
“I accept on one condition. I will take your tests, and pass without fail. But in the event I do, you only take me. You leave everyone else alone. This is my one offer, so you better take it or leave it!”
Grian spits out those last words, malice coating his tongue. The formal tone he’s been using drops away, replaced with cold rage. He hates them, hates their games and their tricks. And he is done with it all.
The figure lifts its hands, which hide beneath the folds of it’s cloak. And for a moment, Grian swears he can see a toothy smile beneath the mask, dripping with purple blood.
“We accept your offer”
The purple world begins to fade into white. Everything is fuzzy and hazy, just like before. Grian fights it, fixing his eyes on the blurry grey shape in front of him. He shouts at it, panic and anger mixing together. “Wait! What do I need to do? How do I complete your task?”
For a moment, a strange symbol flashes between them. A glowing square, but with the edges strangely cut off, leaving dashed corners.
“When you wake, you will see.”
The voice is growing fainter, the world lighter, and Grian feels himself slowly slip away.
“But Grian
 you forgot one thing.”
The voice is barely a whisper, nearly vanished into the pressing white. Grian has to strain to listen.
“You never said we can’t use your friends against you.”
Chilling horror spreads through Grian’s chest as the words sink in. He thrashes desperately, fighting against the haze.
“No!! No, I take it back, I take it back! Don’t hurt them! Take me instead!!” He screams, pounding at the walls of white mist enclosing him, weakening him. But his words fall on deaf ears, and it’s then when the white overtakes him.
The world fades out into nothing.
And Grian is gone.
The cloaked figure stands in the empty space for a few seconds more, staring at nothing. It turns, cloak swishing behind it, and slowly fades away, leaving the strange, empty world.
Only a whisper is left behind.
“A deal is a deal, Grian.”

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All around the server, 11 players vanish.

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A new world opens, receives, then locks.


And Scar opens his eyes to a world of sand.
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ender1821 · 1 year ago
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brewings of a not-too-distant past
“Don’t blow up my house or like, set it on fire, okay?”
Pearl glanced up from the mix of ingredients on the table. “I wasn’t planning on that, but now that you’ve mentioned it
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Her gaze wandered to the pile of gunpowder, causing Gem to promptly swipe it away from her friend’s grasp. “Pearl!”
(In which Gem builds a potion house and Pearl shows up with the promise of a special brew.)
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plagues02 · 1 year ago
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Burnt Lamb
Summary: While helping Zedaph with one of his many experiments, Tango notices that his friend burnt himself with water and forced him to take a break for the burn to heal. Characters: ZedaphPlays, TangoTek Word Count: 1408 Note: This was originally written in 2022 and posted on Ao3
"Zed! You have to be more careful!" Tango's voice snapped Zedaph out of his thoughts. 
Zedaph blinked as he took off his outer layer of clothing, his lab coat. Sure, it wasn't ideal, having hot water splash on you, but it was just a little. A quick change and Zed could go back to his work in the lab.
Tango, who decided to come visit and assist with something while catching up with his old friend, seemed to think otherwise. His ears perked up at the sound of splashing, and his tail stiffened while he looked over at his friend in worry.
“Dude, calm down, it’s not that bad,ïżœïżœ Zedaph let out a small laugh while Tango reached him. “Okay, okay, I’ll take this off too.”
Zedaph pulled his sweater off above his head and tossed it down on the ground with his lab coat. Tango leaned down a little to look at his shorter friend’s chest, checking out the place the water splashed on him. It was only a few spots on his chest, not one large spot, and the red stops were small.
The sheep hybrid huffed a little as he stepped away from the netherborn, getting a little annoyed by his friend’s pestering. His tail twitched a little, and he made a clicking sound by fitting his hooves against the ground.
“Tango, I’m fine. A quick change into dry clothes, and I’ll be back to work,” he said.
Tango shook his head, “Zed, you were splashed with not just hot water, with boiling water. Just let me put some ointment on it.”
Zedaph huffed but didn’t disagree while Tango went off to a side room where Zedaph left medical supplies. The smaller man sat down in a chair just outside his experiment room. Well, one of them. It seemed every room Zedaph built had some kind of experiment in it. It was surprising that he kept his bedroom away from science.
After a few minutes of silence and listening to Tango fumble around in the room beside him, Zedaph finally looked back down at where the water splashed him. He winced at the sight, realizing it was worse than he originally thought. The red burns were starting to blister and part of it was peeling.
Second degree, he noted. Maybe he should take a small break from science to allow this to heal. He knew that Tango wouldn’t allow him to continue the project when he saw this. It would have been worse, but it was bad enough that it could leave a scar.
The sheep hybrid jumped at the feeling of a hand on his shoulder. Tango knelt down in front of him and looked at the burn. The netherborn grumbled under his breath, picking up a spray can.
“This is gonna sting,” Tango warned him and waited for his friend to nod before applying it.
Zedaph winced silently, tilting his head up a little to keep his hair out of the way. The other was surprisingly gentle with burns. Being part blaze, Tango never had to deal with any type of burn, but he had accidentally burnt people before so he knew how to deal with them fairly well.
The netherborn placed the can down and grabbed the ointment. He was only surprised that Zedaph had these in his medical cabinet as he seemed to be lacking a lot of other items. However, Zed did seem to get a lot of small injuries so the others didn't question it much. 
"You need to keep the ointment on it. The spray is a numbing spray so it helps too," Tango said after covering the burns generously. "You probably don't want to wear a shirt or do anything that will get you sweaty. The shirt will irritate it, and it needs to air out. And you want to keep it clean."
The blaze hybrid stood up, handing the medicine to his friend. "Now, that means take a break from your,,, riskier experiments. Science can wait until that is healed enough. At least until all the pain and blisters are gone. Do I make myself clear?" There was a hint of a threat in his tone. 
Zedaph could only nod. He was surprisingly calm during all of this. A second degree burn would normally have some kind of reaction to it. He just seemed to accept what had happened (and still was a little shocked as he didn't realize it that bad). 
"I need to get back home," Tango huffed. "I promised Bdubs and Keralis to help fix the redstone they messed up at one of the Pass 'N Gas." 
This caused Zedaph to let out a laugh. "Haha, have fun with that," he stated as Tango started heading towards the door. 
"I'll check up on you later, so you know. So don't think about being stupid," Tango warned. "If not me, I'll ask Impulse." With that, Tango was gone, and Zedaph was alone.
Zedaph remained seated for a while, trying to think of what he could do. While it pained him to think about it, Tango was right. He shouldn't do a lot of current experiments if he didn't want to risk the burn getting worse and possibly infected. 
Asking hermits to come over to test their brain was out of the options too. Zed couldn't wear a shirt without irritating the burn, and he rather not have his friends bombard him with questions on what happened, even if what happened wasn't exciting. He was just carrying a bucket of boiling water from one side of the room to the other, and he was splashed by said water. 
Well, he supposed a nap would do him good for now.
The next few days went back slow. Zedaph kept himself busy with simple house work that he's been meaning to do. Being busy with all his experiments, his living quarters has become,,, quite messy, and not really a decent, livable mess. 
He caught up on laundry, cleaned his dirty dishes, cleaned his shower and sink, and generally just picked up. Between these activities, Tango would message him to remind him to put the medicine on his burn. If not Tango, Impulse or sometimes Xisuma would message him. Zedaph just assumed that Tango told them so that if he forgot, someone else would remind him. 
By the second day, the blistering was down, and Zedaph was able to wear a shirt again. The peeling had also stopped. In the afternoon, he did a few light activities related to science, that be writing down on the clipboards that kept forgetting to do. 
On the third day, the sheep hybrid was starting to get irritated. His living quarters were clean. Everything was written down. His burn didn't hurt anymore(except when he showered, and the water hit it). He even checked his floating sheep and the villagers. There was simply nothing to do. 
“Zed, how are you doing?!” A voice called out from the front of his base.
Zedaph perked up at the sound of Tango’s voice, and he met him in the front room by the sheep. He was wearing lounge clothes, sweatpants and a loose shirt to not irritate the burn.
“There you are! I am bored out of my mind here!” He huffed out.
Tango laughed at the shorter man who was huffing while almost stomping his hooves against the ground. The netherborn patted the other between the horns to get him to calm down before pulling his hand away.
“Why don’t I look at that burn?” He asked.
With one last huff, Zedaph pulled his shirt up to reveal the healing burn. The blistering was down, and it was starting to scab over. It wasn’t as bad as Tango had originally thought, but he also caught it before it could get worse. It was also clear that Zed was doing a good job with keeping it clean and covered in the ointment, given its slick feeling.
“It looks fine,” the netherborn said. “I don’t see why you can’t continue your experiments for,,, science.” The last part was said in a playful, teasing tone.
The sheep hybrid huffed again and turned away, pulling his shirt back down. Tango laughed as the other stomped away.
“Where are you going?” He called out.
“If I’m going back to studying science, I need my lab coat,” Zedaph called back, leaving view.
Tango only laughed harder at his friend’s actions.
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davanthegay · 2 years ago
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Do I constantly forget to share my work? yes. Am I particularly proud of this one? also yes. Will I forget again? why do you keep asking me these questions when you know it's yes?
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dead-man-in-the-grave · 2 years ago
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Fake It Til You Make It (Might Not Be The Best Plan When It Comes To Dating)
(Cross-posted on AO3)
part one (you are here) | part two | part three | part four
The plan was simple.
Mumbo just needed to ask Scar to fake date him for a month or so, hopefully catch Grian's attention, and then fake break up with his friend and "end things" on good terms, and start dating Grian for real! And then they'll all still be friends and they'll live happily ever after!
Okay, well, maybe it won't go exactly like that, but close enough, right?
Right.
It'll be easy, just gotta meet up with Scar, explain his plan, and hope he'll be on board.
<MumboJumbo> Scar?
<MumboJumbo> Could I talk to you for a second?
<GoodTimeWithScar> Of course! What's up?
<MumboJumbo> In person? We could meet up at your base?
<GoodTimeWithScar> Ooh! Yup, I'll be here!
With that confirmation, Mumbo takes off towards the Swaggon.
It only takes about a minute to get to Scar's starter-base-turned-megabase. He shoots through the sky on elytra wings and just admires the land from a bird's eye view for a moment. The ground is dozens of metres away, completely terraformed with Scar's two hands. It's genuinely incredible what that man manages to do.
And that's not even including the wagons. There were four main wagons all connected together, alongside various standalone buildings off to the sides. Each and every building was full of life and Scar-branded charm.
Scar's building prowess took his breath away on the best of days.
Landing with a thump in the main cart of the Swaggon, Mumbo begins to search for his friend.
"Scar!" He calls, "I'm here!"
There are several crashes and thumps from upstairs, and he's pretty sure that was Jellie that just yowled.
"Be right down!" Then, quieter, "Jellie, c'mon."
Scar climbs down the ladder moments later, Jellie tucked in one arm. He's wearing his leg braces, Mumbo notices, the copper gears whirring and clicking with his movements. Must be a bad pain day.
He doesn't even skip the last few rungs of the ladder like he usually does, instead gently touching down on the deepslate floor before releasing Jellie to greet their guest.
The cat wastes no time in butting her head against Mumbo's leg, making a right nuisance of herself by flitting around his ankles and meowing to be picked up. The moustached man gives in to her complaints quickly, scooping her off the floor and tucking her against his chest. Jellie nuzzles into him and closes her eyes, content. A purr begins to rumble in her chest.
Mumbo returns his gaze to Scar. The other man is staring unabashedly, with what Mumbo could only describe as pure affection in his eyes. Scar must really love Jellie. Which is fair, Mumbo thinks, because he also loves Jellie, and so does everyone else on the server.
"So," Mumbo begins, "I came here to talk to you about something
" Scar seems to shake himself back into awareness.
"Oh, right! So, what'd you wanna talk about?"
Mumbo feels his heart leap into his throat. A sudden feeling of apprehension closes in, gripping his mind like a vice. What if Scar says no? His stomach is in knots. What if he thinks it's a stupid plan? There's a pounding in his head. What if he tells Grian? His knees are weak. Distantly, he hopes he doesn't fall over. Why did Mumbo never come up with a backup plan?! This was going to be a disaster, a total disaster-!
"Mumbo!"
He was pulled out of his frenzied spiral by hands comfortingly gripping his shoulders, Scar's face coming back into focus. He was closer than he was before. When had that happened?
Jellie's eyes were open again, and she was staring at him. She was purring louder than she was before, like she was trying to comfort him, too. He ran a hand through her fur. Content, she laid her head back down. The purrs didn't stop.
Mumbo looks back up. His gaze locks with Scar's.
"You alright there, buddy? You zoned out, looked like you were panicking," Scar says, worry clear in his voice.
"I- uh
" His tongue is lead in his mouth. "I-I'm fine. Thoughts just got
 uh, got a little away from me there." He tries a laugh. It comes out painfully forced.
Scar's eyebrows furrow, more than they had been before.
"Let's go up to the Good Vibes room, calm down a bit, okay?" Mumbo nods wordlessly. He follows Scar up the ladder into his bedroom, Jellie still held gently in one arm.
They pass the bed, instead heading for the couch and jukebox tucked into a cosy little nook on the far end of the room.
"Alright, now you are going to sit down and relax, mister," Scar tells him. He herds Mumbo toward the couch and pushes him down on it when he gets close enough. Jellie startles from the semi-rough landing. She hops out of Mumbo's arms, but before he can mourn the loss of the cat, she flops down on the couch next to him, still purring loudly.
Scar smiles warmly at them. He pulls a music disc from his inventory. The ring of colour on the disc is black, so it might be Stal?
Scar puts the disc in the jukebox. They're then met with the sound of haggard breathing and running footsteps for a few seconds before it's abruptly stopped by Scar yanking it out.
It's silent for a moment
"Heh. That was the, uh- wrong disc
"
Scar quickly switches out the slightly worn 11 disc for a less worn, but similarly coloured disc. Instead of the creepy sounds of the last disc, it's the smooth, jazzy sounds of Stal.
Scar dropped down on the couch next to Mumbo, letting out a relaxed sigh.
"So!" Scar chirps happily, "You wanna try asking me whatever it was that you wanted to ask again?"
Mumbo runs a hand through Jellie's fur, the cat letting out a little 'mrmp' as he does so.
He takes a deep breath, and begins to speak.
"I- well, um
 how do I put this?" Scar is listening intently, based on the look on his face. Mumbo's face heats up in embarrassment. "I wanted to know if you could possibly pretendtodatemetomakeGrianjealous?"
Scar blinks uncomprehendingly at him.
"You want me to fake date you
 to make Grian jealous?" He asks, somewhat incredulous.
Mumbo sputters, "I-! Well, yes- but now that you say it, it is pretty silly, right?" Mumbo laughs, awkward and stilted, "Nevermind, actually, it was dumb anyway- I'm such a spoon- I'll get out of your hair now, sorry for my- well, everything-" He makes to get up, but an hand grabs his upper arm. Mumbo turns his head to see Scar's hand holding him tightly, not allowing him to get up.
"Wait, don't go!"
"I-"
"It's not a dumb idea! I think it's really cute!"
Mumbo looks into Scar's eyes, searching for any sign of deception, but he finds nothing but sincerity shining in his eyes. Mumbo lets himself settle back into the couch. Scar's hand doesn't leave his arm. Instead, it goes from keeping him in place to a comforting weight keeping him grounded.
"If you want me to, I'll fake date you."
"Really? Just like that?" Mumbo asks.
"Just like that!" Scar grins at him.
"Wow
 That went better than I expected," Mumbo comments, face heating up in embarrassment. Scar laughs, and the hand that had been resting on his shoulder slides down to his hand, and Scar laces their fingers together.
Mumbo is sure he's redder than a tomato.
Scar opens his mouth to say something when his comm dings. He pulls it from his pocket and turns it on, screen angled so Mumbo couldn't see anything but the glare from the lights.
"Looks like Grian wants to talk with me now," Scar says offhandedly. Mumbo ignores the way his heart rate picks up. "I wonder what he wants."
"Oh, well I shouldn't keep you then," Mumbo says, finally standing from the couch. Scar follows, never releasing his hand.
"Nonsense! Do you want me to walk you to your base?"
"That won't be necessary-"
"Mumbo, I insist."
So Mumbo gets a personal Scar-escort back to his base, hands interlocked and swinging between them as they walk.  And once Mumbo is safely back to the enormous redstone door that opens up to his part of the gigabase, Scar turns to look at him.
"And there you are, how would you rate your Swaggon Taxiℱ experience?" Scar asks, customer service voice in full swing. Mumbo laughs.
"Pretty good, I made it across town in one piece, so I'd give it a full ten out of ten."
Scar lets out a victorious little yes that leaves Mumbo chuckling. Scar gives his hand one last squeeze before letting go. He takes off and flies towards Grian's starter base.
Mumbo fights to ignore the heat that has risen in his cheeks.
...
Grian has a plan.
He has been crushing on Mumbo since before he had even been invited to Hermitcraft, and he was tired of this same song and dance every season. He was going to make Mumbo notice him, or die trying.
And Grian's 94% sure he's immortal anyway, so that means there's only one other option.
Grian needed someone to fake date. If he was going to catch Mumbo's notice, it needed to be big. Dating someone was big, especially since he'd shown no romantic interest in anyone - Mumbo aside - since he was in high school.
Now, who to get in on his plot?
It needed to be someone on the server, obviously, and someone near his own age. And they can't be in an actual relationship already; he didn't want to cause problems (that's a lie, he does want to cause problems, just not relationship ones). Ideally, they should live nearby enough to interact with often and be in view of Mumbo.
Cub is always busy with his biome
 X isn't interested in anyone romantically, and Grian doesn't want to make them uncomfortable
 Grian has sworn off interacting with Doc and Ren after the Goatem pole unless it's for pranking purposes
 Scar-
Oh. Scar might work.
Grian grabs his comm and types a message.
<Grian> hey scar
<Grian> come to my starter base
<Grian> i need to talk with you
<GoodTimeWithScar> Believe it or not, you're the second one today!
<GoodTimeWithScar> I'll be there in a bit!
It takes almost twenty minutes for Scar to show up, during which Grian has enough time to tidy up his starter base, make tea for him and Scar, and still have time to spare.
Grian is just about to message Scar again when the man himself divebombs straight through his front door, elytra wings clipping the doorframe ever so slightly.
"OH NO THIS WAS A BAD IDEA-!!" Scar has time to shout before he skids, facefirst, to a stop on Grian's hardwood floor.
"You alright, mate?"
Scar gives him a weak thumbs-up.
Grian laughs at the man's antics. He helps Scar to his feet and brings them over to Grian's dining table. He didn't use the thing often, but it was nice to have.
They both pull up a chair where Grian has set out the tea. Scar drops himself into the chair with a heavy sigh. He grabs his teacup and takes a swig before Grian can warn him about it being hot. He expects Scar to shout about burning his tongue, but apparently he'd taken long enough getting here that the tea had cooled to a drinkable temperature.
Grian takes a sip from his own cup. Sure enough, it's just on the hotter side of lukewarm.
"Alright!" Scar says enthusiastically. He claps his hands together. "What'd ya call me here to ask, G?"
Right, Grian's request. He had almost forgotten.
"Well, Scar, I know how much you love scams-" the avian begins, and is promptly interrupted by Scar.
"Business deals," Scar insists. Grian shakes his head fondly.
"...I know you love business deals, and I'm about to make you the deal of a lifetime!"
Scar perks up, looking interested. "I do love deals
 So what is it?"
"Fake date me."
The house goes silent, aside from their breathing. Grian is staring determinedly at Scar's face, trying to judge his reaction. It looks like a mix of shock and humour, usually a good sign when it comes to getting Scar in on plots.
"Why? If you don't mind me asking?" Scar asks, leaning forward in interest.
"Weeell
 I've had an eensy-weensy bit of a crush on Mumbo for
 gosh, for years now, and I'm tired of him never noticing me! I figure if I date someone else, he'll finally see me," Grian explains, face flushing slightly at his admittance. And also at Scar's proximity; he's leaning in awfully close

Grian mentally shakes himself. He can't be thinking about Scar like that. Even if he is pretty easy on the eyes
 No! He already has a crush on Mumbo, it would be disloyal to think about Scar that way, even if he and Mumbo aren't dating.
Yet, he thinks privately.
Grian wants to kick his legs and giggle like a schoolgirl, but he shakes himself back to reality. Back to his conversation with Scar.
He still needs to get an answer, after all.
"So," Grian asks, putting his conspiratorial voice on, "Fake date me so I can get the guy?"
Scar laughs, bright and cheery.
"I'll fake date you, sure! What're friends for?"
Scar holds out a hand. Grian takes it in his own and gives a firm shake.
"And the deal is made!" Scar says, standing up. Grian stands as well. "This service costs three diamonds per day, by the way."
"Wha- Scar!"
Scar laughs again, and before Grian can react, he's bending down and planting a kiss on his cheek.
Grian's eyes widen as Scar bounds away and shoots off into the sky.
The avian brushes the spot with his fingertips, revelling in the tingly feeling the man's lips had left behind.
...
Scar's trip back to his base is a victorious one.
Seriously, the two guys he was crushing on were also crushing on each other! Scar had hit the jackpot! Like, seriously, what were the chances?
Now all he had to do was get his friends to notice each other's feelings. Scar knows he's one to talk about being oblivious, but these two had been friends since before Grian joined Hermitcraft and neither noticed the other had feelings for them?
Man, these guys are so darn oblivious.
But he just had to give them a nudge them in the right direction. He'd get them to notice eventually, even if it took the end of the world.
And maybe Scar could even sneak his way into their hearts, as well. Scar was a conman, after all. Being sneaky was his specialty.
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floef-likes-everything · 1 year ago
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Feeling nostalgic for Hermitcraft S8?
Might I, in that case, very humbly recommend my fic World Eater? A finished, 100k+ words Hermitcraft fanfiction set in Season 8. Fan of Ren and Doc's lore for that season? Well, you're in luck because it heavily ties into that!
No shipping in this one, but sometimes friendship is the best ship. Just the Hermits trying to save themselves from a Server that is falling apart as it quickly becomes clear that somebody is working against them. Here is a quick summary:
GoodTimeWithScar fell from a high place
The message had been the last one sent via the communicator and it had been from two days ago. Grian had not thought much of it the moment he received the death message, as it was normal for Scar to die multiple times a day. But Grian had not heard anything from Scar after that. He had not seen him go around Boatem, had not seen him at the ever growing chest monster behind his house, had not seen him say anything via the communicator. Where had his friend gone off to? And why did it seem like the communicator had not been working for the past two days?
Something weird was going on.
CW// Injury and burns (though nothing gory or described in detail), impersonation, implied character death.
Feel free to check it out, it's my first actual big project I managed to finish and I think it's a cool concept!
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crash-hawk · 2 years ago
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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Dream SMP, Hermitcraft SMP, 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Joel | SmallishBeans/Lizzie | LDShadowLady (Video Blogging RPF), Technoblade & Phil Watson | Philza Characters: Captain Puffy (Dream SMP), TommyInnit (Dream SMP), Wilbur Soot (Dream SMP), Awesamdude (Dream SMP), Lizzie LDShadowlady (Last Life SMP), Dream (Dream SMP), Philza (Dream SMP), Technoblade (Dream SMP), Black Rose Pirates (JRWI Riptide [Cameo]), Technoblade's Sister (Cameo), More TBA Additional Tags: Kaleidoscope AU, Inspired by passerine - blujamas Series: Part 5 of Kaleidoscope Summary:
Twenty years after the events of Three, the survivors of the Green God’s original deadly game find themselves back in horrifyingly familiar circumstances...but this time, the rules have changed, and so, the players find, have they. SURPRISE!  Bet you thought you’d seen the last of this AU.
These shorts, exploring Last Life in the context of the Kaleidoscope AU, were originally written wildly out of order, as is my wont, over the course of a year.  Some of them were posted to Tumblr and to Hermbi and the Kaleidoscope discord servers, but with the chronologically-first chapter finally completed and the next Life Series right around the corner, they are finally Fit for AO3. All credit for the setting, as always, goes to Kyle Thcscus’ seminal DSMP fantasy AU novellas Passerine and Shrike.  The masterpost for this fic and all other works in this AU can be found HERE!  (Note: while not completely necessary, reading Three, @lunarblazes‘ stellar followup give me back my heart, you wingless thing, and the first four chapters of Hurricane will definitely enhance the experience.)
Chapter 1 -  you know you’re one of us (there’s no escaping us): Puffy regales young King Wilbur and Prince Tommy a dark tale from long ago on a stormy autumn night, of a famed pirate queen known as the Shadow Lady and her quest to hunt down the entity who’d once cursed her husband to a terrifying fate for no better reason than pique. Chapter 2 - gonna turn your vision red: The Green God introduces a new wrinkle into his deadly game, with the help of an old “friend”.
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sammakesthings · 1 year ago
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CROOKED CATHEDRAL - UNFINISHED HERMITCRAFT 8 FIC
[Story below the cut]
I finally got into my old Google Docs account and found this thing collecting dust. It is two years old, and my first/only fic, so please excuse the less-than-adequate writing. I don’t really remember what it was going to be about, but maybe I’ll pick it back up, because it’s kinda cool so far. Anyway! :-)
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He was immune to the shrieking phantoms that plagued him that night and every night before; by now, he knew precisely the tempo of their beating wings, and their faces down to the tooth. It was a well-known fact that he didn’t sleep, and never would for as long as any Hermit could tell.
Hurried footsteps fell with the rain. “Doc. I can’t sleep with those godforsaken phantoms following you around. Could you linger elsewhere?” Ren had halted behind him, lab coat draped over his head. There was a disheartened sigh as he glimpsed what Doc was clutching, regarding so intently: a plan that was infinitely complex and made no sense both at once. The usual. Ren sat next to the insomniac, hoping that if he were quiet enough, he might hear an explanation over the deafening downpour.
Doc was what the universe might consider the delinquent, for if anyone knew how to break its rules, it was him. He could conjure canteens that would never empty, walls that you could walk through, and boreholes without bottoms. He had traveled to where this world ended and next began. He was a genius; he was a blasphemer. He laughed in the face of impossibility and spat at its feet, where others would simply surrender.
But recently, Doc’s interest had strayed from what could not be possible, to what should not be.
And the intricate diagrams, the notes and the numbers on that paper:
These were among the should-nots.
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A tumultuous roar shook his desk as the great mahogany doors were awoken, and two heads poked through: Head of Design, and Head of Sales.
“Evening, good sir!” hooted Head of Sales, tipping his comically colossal tophat. He strutted forth, as loudly as one could strut, to thrust a drift of papers onto the desk. “Half of these are records on our recent transactions, and the other half are coupons I think you’d appreciate.” He winked. The mayor decided to ignore this advertisement and cut to the chase. “How is our Octagon situation faring?” he inquired, leaning forward.
The Head of Sales sucked in his teeth, eyes straying to the faraway plafond. “Well, they aren’t giving up anytime soon, that’s for sure!” he declared with a huff. “We can’t afford to keep them running— and I don’t mean just financially.” Boatem Incorporated had been plucking away unnecessary expenses as of late: the prettying up of pathways, the hosting of mini games, and any futile frippery of the sort. Not only did Octagon Town dominate this list as the biggest waste of money in corporate history, they were the biggest danger as well. From towers that invited lethal lighting, to mechanical monstrosities with craters for footprints,
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and that’s where I left off. Man was it abundantly apparent that I did adamently admire alliteration. Well I hope you enjoyed anyway, and please reblog if you’d like me to continue this fic or write new ones :-)
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wander-wren · 9 months ago
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if i don’t look New Media in the eye i won’t develop a hyperfixation, right?
i say, binging seasons 8-10 of hermitcraft as fast as humanly possible, diving into fanfiction and finally understanding why people write about mcyt, and pivoting to watch double life with my shipping goggles on
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redstoneglitch · 2 years ago
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Explicit Hermitcraft fic, throughout the years
In July 2022, I set out to collect some data, hoping to figure out when explicit Hermitcraft fics really started to take off. I had heard stories of how people were against anything that didn't fit into the neat bounds of canon, which included shipping, among other things.
This made me curious though. When did it start getting posted? Where has it taken us? ...is there really a disproportionate amount of Omegaverse fics? Well, TL;DR... January 2019, over 1,400 fics being posted, and no.
However, I hope you stick around a bit longer! My analysis of the graph I made is posted below. The blank version, plus the text from the analysis, is under the cut.
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This version of the graph includes everything from January 2019 – April 2023. Fics may've been counted twice, due to collecting two batches of data (one in July 2022, and another at the end of April 2023)
Funnily enough, the third fic posted to the Hermitcraft tag is explicit, and the first three are all shippy. (And yes, I checked to see if the works were backdated, which they're not! The first Hermitcraft fic was actually posted in 2015)
Since July '22, there's been a decrease in the percentage of explicit fics! Just one percent, sure, but it really shows just how popular Hermitcraft is as a whole. There were 8.9k fics back then, only 920 of those being explicit. Now there's over 15k, and 1.4k explicit fics! That's over 6,000 fics added since July '22! Not to mention all the ones that may've been deleted, which appears to be over 40 in total.
Finally, I'd like to point out the obvious: between a season start and end, there's a massive jump in explicit fics being posted. And subsequently, when the season ends, or a new series begins (like the Life Series), there's a substantial dip in fics being posted to the tag.
Now that the important stuff is out of the way, feel free to look below the cut if you'd like, for the text from the image + the blank version of the chart.
Notes:
There are roughly 1,400 explicit, and 15,000 total fics at this point (This means there’s around 13,600 non-explicit fics. Alternatively, about 9.3% of fics are explicit – a 1% decrease since July ‘22)
Due to the fact that this data was gathered both during July ‘22 and April ’23, there may be some discrepancies (At least 40 fics have been removed since July ‘22. Since fics may’ve been counted twice, this number is likely more)
The shipping war was from 2019 to 2020* (*Unknown end date)
January 2019: Half a year (about 6 months) after the start of Hermitcraft S6
June 2019: 3 Grumbo fics are posted, likely due to Grian and Mumbo’s popularity (According to archive.org, Mumbo and Grian were at 2.7M subscribers at the start of 2019
 and only grew from there)
March 2020: Start of Hermitcraft S7
 and then the pandemic hit, and lockdown started
April 2021: 3rd life started, and Flower Husbands helped normalize shipping
June 2021: Start of Hermitcraft S8
September 2021: Last life started
October 2021: Kinktober (69 fics
 nice)
December 2021: End of Season 8 (The dip is probably due to no videos on Hermitcraft)
March 2022: Start of Hermitcraft S9
June 2022: Double life started
March 2023: Limited life started
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[Image ID: a chart, spanning from January 2019, to April 2023, regarding explicit fanfiction for Hermitcraft. The main growth periods are from March 2020 to March 2021, October 2021, and from March 2022 to January 2023. /End ID]
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enderwoah · 7 months ago
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WRITING COMMISSIONS!!
It’s been a long time coming and rather heavily requested, so I finally (finally!) took the time to open up a Kofi and throw my hat into the ring of writing commissions.
If you don’t know me, hi! I’m Ender. I’m a fanfiction (mostly oneshots) writer for the MCYT community, primarily focused on content regarding the Life Series/Hermitcraft/Empires members. Some of my best works (as deemed by readers) include:
this limited life bad boys oneshot (hurt/comfort, jimmy + grian-centric, 4.2k)
this DSMP crimeboys oneshot (hurt/comfort, tommy-centric, 3k)
this empires s2/hermitcraft s9 ranchers oneshot (hurt/comfort, jimmy + tango-centric, 17k)
this fae AU mumbo-centric fic (mumbo-centric, 25k, 4 chapters, incomplete but now updating again)

along with my longest and most popular fic, to write is human (c!tommy goes to hermitcraft, tommy + grian-centric, 125.5k, 22 chapters, incomplete).
If any of that stuff interests you, maybe check out my commissions! As I am an MCYT blog, all commissions will be MCYT for the foreseeable future. :D
SERVERS I WILL WRITE FOR:
Life Series (3rd Life, Last Life, Double Life, Limited Life, Secret Life, Real Life)
Jimmy and Grian focused works are my strong suit, but I can do just about anything when it comes to AUs.
Hermitcraft (Seasons 8, 9, 10)
Grian focused works are my strong suit, along with s10!Joel.
Dream SMP
Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo, c!Wilbur, Techno, and Philza focused works are my strong suit.
QSMP (events/characters up until the end of the first Purgatory event)
Outsiders SMP (c!Owen focused)
Empires SMP S1 (e!Scott focused)
Empires SMP S2 (e!Scott, e!Jimmy, e!Pix, e!Shubble focused)
This list is subject to updates! New servers come out all the time, and some might fall out of favour. I'm also willing to write about any characters not listed, just ask!!
WHAT I WILL WRITE:
Platonic relationships
Familial relationships
Canon divergence (“This person dies instead of this person,” “this event doesn’t happen,” etc)
AUs (modern, college, coffee shop, mermaids, fantasy, etc)
Fluff
Hurt/Comfort
Angst
Whump
Horror (I’ll try my best o7)
WHAT I WON’T WRITE:
NSFW ANYTHING
Detailed gore
Torture
Romance (sorry, not yet)
Anything that I deem uncomfortable in the moment!! I reserve the right to refuse a commission if I so please.
PRICES:
1k Words or Less - $10
1k - 2k Words - $20
2k - 3k Words - $25
3k - 4k Words - $30
4k - 5k Words - $35
I’m capping it out at 5k for my own sake. It might increase once I have more consistent writing habits, but, for now, that is the absolute limit. If I end up going over the words you commissioned, I will not charge more (because that would be unfair). I’m also only having five slots open at a time so I can actually complete things in a timely fashion.
Payments must be made directly through Kofi! When requesting, please give as specific of a description as you need for the fic. If you just want something set in an AU or something general (“ranchers domestic fluff,” “monoduo bonding,” “Bolas Rojas fantasy AU,” etc), that’s perfectly fine, but expect it to take longer since I’ve got to come up with the idea from scratch!
Given that I am in college, it may take a while for your commission to be completed. If a month has passed and your commission isn’t at least 2/3rds of the way done, you’ll receive a full refund.
And here's the link (again)! Thank you for supporting me! :D
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[ID: A bad things happen bingo card. From left to right, top to bottom, the squares are: Never Got to Say Goodbye, Cabin Fever, Thrown Down the Stairs, Fingore, Victim Blaming, Caught in a Storm, Secret Caretaking, Isolation, Painful Wound-Cleaning, Tourniquet, Precarious Ledge, Blackmail, Suffocation, Raspy Breathing, Neglect/Abandonment, Knocked Out, Toxic Gas, Tricked/Scammed, Verbal Abuse, Missing and Presumed Dead, Locked in a Cage, Trapped in a Burning Building, Falling Through the Ice, Blindfolded, Kneecapping. /End ID]
Here is your card for Bad Things Happen Bingo. Happy writing!
Fandoms:
Breath of the Wild & Tears of the Kingdom
Dracula
Hermitcraft, Life SMP, & Adjacent
The Magnus Archives
Malevolent
The Mechanisms
Original Work
Riordanverse
Rusty Quill Gaming
Sense8
Welcome to Night Vale
I won’t write sexually explicit material, sexual abuse, or anything glorifying/romanticising abuse (at my discretion). Anyway please send requests.
If you’re put off by the addition of MCYT and think I write RPF, I do not, here is my stance on it:
MCYTers when they are playing Minecraft are playing a character, they’re doing improv. They’ve acknowledged this on several occasions, saying “my character” or saying they’re doing things for a bit or for the lore, see Moon Big arc in season 8, or the entirety of Life SMP and Empires SMP. Even DSMP if you feel so inclined. I am not writing RPF, I am writing fanfiction about characters played by improv actors.
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