#hippie tango??????

[enjithequeer]

I'm Timmy with a cowboy hat

[mellioops]

70s/Hippie ranchers :D

[blueishspace]

Looped Sun 5

Loop #177

Scott had decided to take one vacation loop and this happened? A null loop? In an empires world where Xonorth won? Without an arm? ... The world tree was very very mean.

Loop #179

Grian had decided to take a vacation loop, nothing too big of course but something relaxing... of course this plan did not predict for a null loop stuck in the end with the most sadistic version of the Watchers possible. Grian would never set fire to the world tree...but the tree is making it really hard not to want to.

Loop #182

Pearl wanted to just have a good loop, being trapped for twenty years in a tower was not part of that plan. It being a null loop even less. Being a damsel in distress is extremely boring without something to do.

Loop #184

This is war, after almost 200 loops Scar had yet to have a Star Wars loop and now he instead had a Star Trek one... To be fair it was a good one but it's the principle! The world tree did it on purpose.

Loop #187

Scott: Guess Grian Isn't going to be the only god now...

Pearl: I guess so... So whose place did we take?

Scott: I know a bunch about this place, I took Mianite's place as god of order and you took Dianite's as god of chaos.

Pearl: Where's Scar?

Scott: According to the loop's memories he's taking Ianite's place as balance god.

Pearl: Wait, wasn't Ianite imprisoned for like...centuries?

Scott: ...

Pearl: Let's go get him.

Loop #189

It was two in the morning when Scar crashed trough the window of Grian's apartment. Grian was not excited to see him.

Grian: Another hero loop?

Scar: What? No! This is a villain loop! Watch and fear, I am the wizard!

Grian: The wizard? Really?

Scar: What!? It's straight to the point.

Grian: ... I'll stop bullying if I can join the villany. I still got a mother spore outfit from last time we looped into season 7.

Scar: Welcome on board!!

Scott: No chaos magic this time?

Pearl: Nah, decided to go waterbending for this hero loop. Get better at healing. Maybe if I get a villain next time.

Loop #191

This was early, Grian had gotten used to sometimes waking up in Hermitcraft season 6 or 7. He wasn't too surprised when he woke up as a Watcher or in Evo. But this? He didn't even think he could loop back to high school. Fortunately this wasn't a null loop so he could actually do something but still...

Loop #193

Pearl didn't mind being an hyena, it was the why that annoyed her the most. At the same time, she should have expected this to happen considering Scar's name. She tried not to sigh as she recites her part.

Pearl: And where to we feature?

Scar: Just listen to teacher. I know it sound sordid but you'll be rewarded when at last, I'm given my dues. And injustice deliciously squared, be prepared!

Loop #193

It's been a while since Grian had gotten to start in the desert, as much as he hated waking up here at the beginning of the loops now it was a bit nostalgic. He knew this was going to be a relaxing loop.

Loop #195

Bdubs: She's losing her freaking mind-

*Boom*

Bdubs didn't get to finish that he became smoke while his items fell to the ground... The spectators weren't happy.

Grian: ...Who decided to give Pearl a gun?

Scar: I did!

Grian: ...why?

Loop #196

Rendog: Give us back that banner!

Grian: Nev'r! If thee need t then cometh h're and taketh t thee phony king.

Ren: Phony? How dare thee, thee damn hippie! I'll showeth thee the wrath of the r'd wint'r.

Grian: Nay, I wouldst winneth.

Skizz: What's going on dude?

Scott: They are talking in shakespearian english.

Skizz: I got that. Why?

Scott: I have no idea. Ren isn't even looping, he's just going along with it.

Skizz: Looping?

Scott: It's nothing.

Ren: Cometh h're and visage mine own wrath thee heathen!

Grian: Is yond a dare? Prepareth thyself f'r a vanquish.

Mumbo: Grian?

Grian: There is a way we can still be friends.

Mumbo: Ther-

Grian: þū meahte geunon mē!

Mumbo: ... What?

Grian: What? It's just some Old english.

Tango: Jimmy? Jimmy? What's wrong?

Jimmy: It's Scar and Grian! Make them stop!

Tango: What do you mean-

Grian: 𒁠 𒂠𒀭𒋠𒍦𒋀 𒆭𒋠𒂠𒄀𒊠𒊀𒋀𒀀𒋠𒂠 𒆤𒄠𒀀𒋀 𒋀𒄠𒄀𒁠𒊠 𒁭𒊠𒀭𒁀𒇠𒄀𒈀

Scar: 𒁠𒊀𒍤Y𒄀𒀀𒄠𒌋 𒈀𒄀 𒋠𒄀𒁠𒋀𒄠𒄀𒊠𒍤

Joel: Grian, mate, please stop this.

Jimmy: You'll get used to it eventually.

Grian: 𓃀𓄿𓂧 𓃀𓇌𓋴 𓃀𓄿𓂧 𓃀𓇌𓋴 𓅃𓉔𓄿𓏏 𓄿𓂋 𓇌𓅲 𓎼𓇋𓈖𓎼 𓏏 𓂧 𓅃𓉔𓈖 𓏏𓉔𓇌 𓎢𓅓 𓆑𓂋 𓇌𓅲

Joel: I really doubt it.

Grian: ⊑⟟ ⏁⊑⟒⍀⟒ ⋔⏃⍀⏁⊬⋏!

Martyn: You do know I speak ender right?

Grian: ... I forgot.

Loop #199

Listen, Grian didn't mean to start a religion really. That was more Joel's thing then his. It's not his fault he went god mode right as Gem started her Dawn church. At least he turned the god war between him, an unawake Pearl and Joel into a prank war. Which he was winning by the way. But that didn't stop it from being... Annoying at certain times. At least now he could teleport, that's a plus.

Loop #200

Grian: People! We got an expansion to our loop!

Scar: We did?

Grian: Check your loop memories!

Scar: Why- oh! We are after Secret Life!

Pearl: Finally, we get see season 10!

Scar: Look Joel and Skizz are Hermits.

Grian: Good for them, kinda hardcore that their first month of the season is demise 2.

Pearl: I mean, they are used to the Life Games so It's actually a good way to introduce them mate.

Pearl: Mate.

Grian: I know...

Pearl: I'm so sorry for you.

Grian: I'm going to have so many fishing loops now.

Pearl: It's ok...

Grian: Curse you unawake baseline me! Curse you!

Pearl: ... Snails?

Grian: Snails.

Scar: ... What are we talking about?

Grian: Snails.

Pearl: Snails snails.

Scar: ... Ok then, I'm out of here now.

Pearl: Snails!

Pearl: Is it me or is there something up with the season 10 water?

Grian: It's not you... it might like a moon big thing.

Pearl: Not another moon big, please.

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[grimaussiewitch]

Life series alliances and enemies I want to see!

(BIG DISCLAIMER: All of the people in the life series are friends and will choose what happens in an improvised series, me wanting two people to be rivals like Renchanting vs The sand hippies doesn’t mean I want them to hate each other in real life, this is a for fun post as season 6 is coming very soon)

Alliances:

Grian and BigB: They have gotten close a few times but never a long series alliance. I really love their friendship and I want to see them team together more than one episode.

Mumbo and Scar: I loved how they were in early episodes of secret life, a long series alliance would be so cool, especially if Mumbo last longer.

Scott and Tango: We’ve only seen bits and pieces of these two but I think it would be interesting. Some people have been rude about these two teaming so there’s a bit of spite in there too. I just think it would be cool to see.

Cleo and Jimmy: Even less interactions. Why these two? I don’t know, I think they would make a great alliance. Probably best work with a third person so I shall suggest Pearl or Bdubs here.

Ren and Scott: I am not over third and last life with these two. I don’t want them as enemies or fighting to the death, I want to see Ren and Scott be allies. Be bros. I want to see theatre kid Ren with Scott okay?

Lizzie and Etho: Sorry Joel, your wife is teaming with your ex-soulmate.

Joel and Pearl: Please please please please please- I just think they would be neat :3

Scott and Joel: While I really want Joel to take Scott’s final life, I would 100% down with these two teaming. What a great alliance it would be to be with the guy you tried to kill multiple times! In other words, I think it would be funny for me. That’s the most important thing.

Any combination of Skizz, Mumbo and Lizzie: Our guys that weren’t in double life, I need these three to interact more okay?

Martyn and Grian: I know someone asked Martyn to make a one side homoerotic relationship with Grian next season but I would be so down for a team up. Yeah yeah they were in Southlands together but I want just them as a duo.

Ren and Martyn: “hey didn’t they already team?” Yes and? I have been waiting for so long for these two to talk again and Ren might not be in this season again. I don’t have any evidence to say he won’t but I’m not getting my hopes up again.

Lizzie and Pearl: We got a taste of these two in secret life and I think they would have a solid alliance. Plus red life with these two? Two wet cats with a taste for blood? Sign me the fuck up.

Enemies:

Pearl and Gem: “uwu wouldn’t it be so cool if they were together and pearl helped gem win?” Fuck no. I want blood. I want them at each other’s throat. I want Pearl to actively take Gem’s final life. You had murder camel, let me see these two fight to the death okay? Fuck an alliance I want murder and death.

Martyn and Tango: Watchful eyes would see that over the seasons Martyn and Tango have a sort of rivalry or at the very least Tango is bullied/teased by Martyn. Rarely have they been on the same page. Therefore, I want them to be official enemies.

Tango and Skizz: I don’t want them to be actual rivals, it just would be nice for Skizz and Tango to branch out from each other as they have teamed in every season besides third and double life. Being rivals is a treat.

Impulse and Skizz: Same as above but more because they are best friends, I would love to see them tease each other lol.

Pearl and BigB: I don’t think this would happen but it would be something new. Especially how Pearl wanted BigB to win limited life when they were the nosey neighbours.

Scott and Joel: Pretty please take Scott’s final life I love the guy but I need Joel to do it please please please-

Ren and Martyn: Yes I want them to be alliances again but enemies? Oh? Oh ho? We had a taste of this with last life’s final four battle royal and Martyn confirming that he was always going to betray Ren. I need to see that.

Bdubs and Etho: Purely for the angst <3

Mumbo and Grian: I love these two so much but proper rivals would go so hard. Bonus if Scar is teamed with one of them lmao.

Impulse and Bdubs: It won’t be brought up but I think the clock grudge lasting all the way to season 6 would be funny as hell.

Bdubs and Joel: Short.

Cleo and literally anyone: She is very scary as an enemy not in a “Cleo would beat your ass” she couldn’t, but in a “they will hurt you with words”

Anyway who do you want as allies or enemies in season 6?

[raincoveredgarden]

Some silly HermitCraft age regression headcanons I like!

Remember, these are entirely my opinion, you don’t have to agree! I might not even use them in my writing! It’s just for fun! :DD

- Keralis and Xisuma both have a very strong parental instinct! Though Keralis has the ability to tell when anybody is even slightly regressed. (He won’t tell a soul how he knows.)

- Ren has a very hard time not regressing when he sees another regressed person. It’s almost on sight.

- Ren chews through most chews he’s given and often feels very bad about it. Though his friends are very understanding and help him eventually feel better about it.

- Impulse and Etho are both caregivers and regressors!

- Grian is a complete cuddle bug while little. He has to be touching someone at all times, hand holding, hugs, cuddles, the whole shebang. He tries to deny it afterwards, chalking it up to avian instincts, but deep down he knows it’s true.

- Scar tries to have a stuffie with him at all times, he sees them like they’re alive and treats them as such.

- Bdubs can nap absolutely anywhere and everywhere. You could go to any hermit and they could give you a whole list of the strangest places they’ve found him sleeping. (Could be seen as age regression or not!)

- During the hippies days in s6, Impulse, Grian, and Ren would have little playdates, they’d play all kinds of board game or hide and seek. Sometimes Scar, False, and Doc would come over too! Or they’d all go to area 77, and have big movie nights!

- I have a feeling Decked Out 2 is a very overwhelming game, so Tango had a calm down/sensory room put in place in case anyone needed it! (Could also be seen for age regression or not!)

[spark-my-nature]

It Takes Three to Tango (4) - DRW & SFK

The trio of terror, back by popular demand (it's me, I wanted to write it)

Chapter Summary: Sam, Danny and you navigate the morning after.

Chapter WC: 6.4K | Pairings: Danny x Reader x Sam (MFM threesome with slash pairings)

Warnings: 18+ Explicit sexual content (Oral, M/F receiving, anal fingering), language, spanking if you squint

Previous chapter

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Your face was warm, a different sort of warm than the sweaty, sticky warmth surrounding your body. As you drifted into consciousness, you saw the red shadowy light of the sun behind your closed eyelids, and you sighed quietly, letting yourself slowly become aware of your surroundings before you even opened your eyes. 

You could smell patchouli faintly, and the lavender spray you spritzed on the bedsheets after doing laundry. The latter you expected, the former caused a smile to creep across your face as memories began flashing in your mind’s eye, as there was only one boy you associated with that musky, hippie smell. 

Sammy. 

Eyes still closed, you listened closely as you determined the position you were laying in. Behind you, big-spooning up to your back, was the hot sweaty chest of a still-snoring Daniel. His big, familiar muscled arms secured your body as close as his sleeping figure could get you, your heart swelling with a rush of adoration for the teddy bear you called your boyfriend. You let yourself relax into the little slice of heaven that Danny created for you every time he held you close like this, impenetrable against the world, just for a little while in this innocent morning’s quiet. 

Your hand rested on another expanse of warm skin, and your pillow, you realized, was no pillow at all, but rather a plane of smooth, soft skin stretched over sinewy muscle. Your heart fluttered, a real grin that you didn’t even try to conceal forming across your half-hidden face. 

Curiosity won over the sleepy bliss you felt, fueled by the need to gain a visual account of this hazy, soft entanglement of bodies and bedsheets to pair with your other three senses. 

From the corner of your eye, the curtains, fluttering with the summer breeze blowing through the cracked-open window, filtered the beaming sun down to a golden, muted glaze of light that seemed to anoint the three of you in it’s delicate sheen. 

Down below, Sam’s chest, rhythmically rising and falling with his gentle breaths. Your hand rested just at the bottom of his ribcage, your pinkie finger nestled in the subtle hollow of his abdomen beneath it. Up and down like a ship, your hand rode the silky skin like ocean waves lulling you into an even more peaceful trance.

Directly in front of you, Sam’s neck, and a little higher, his jaw, just out of focus but visible in your peripheral. Shadows blanketed this hollow you’d nested in through your slumber like a little owl, kept safe and sound through the night between both men. The one behind you, guarding your heart and soul, familiarity and security, owner and giver of the most whole and sublime love you’d ever known, your knight in shining armor. And the one before you, your figurative devil-on-your-shoulder sidekick, your most treasured and closest friend that could, and had, taken you through the trenches and peaks of new experiences, and then in turn, had guided you back home with a comforting smile and a promise of more adventure. 

Danny was passionate, unselfish and encompassing love. 

After the evening you’d shared with him, you felt even more certain of it, and even more in love with him. If Danny’s place in your heart was a tree, it would be the biggest, sturdiest old oak, meters wide and roots just as deep into the ground as the trunk was tall. 

There was a new seed now, though, one that you knew in your heart had always been buried, dormant and unacknowledged. The shell of it, buried deep in the earth, had, sometime between last evening and this moment in time, cracked open with the tiniest sprout of that very same, warm feeling, growing its way upward right alongside Danny’s metaphorical tree.

It wasn’t an unwelcome feeling. You didn’t even really feel guilty once you realized it was there. You knew there had to be a discussion with Danny, though, but mostly because you had a sneaking, heart-warming suspicion that he felt it too. 

But not now. The talking could come later, not now when your boyfriend’s arms squished you closer in his sleep and your friend, recently turned lover, rolled his head lazily to rest his cheek against the crown of your head. 

Your heart rate picked up slightly as Sam’s hand clumsily located your hand on his chest, curling his long fingers around your own smaller ones as a hum of contentment vibrated beneath them. 

“Are you still sleeping?” came his whispered, sleepy question, slurred in an unvocalized rasp across your forehead. 

You smiled shyly into his neck. “No, I’m awake,” you breathed back. 

The shift of his face against your head belayed his smile, making your heart flutter all over again. As if to make it burst entirely, he pressed his lips in a soft, tender kiss to your forehead, then took a deep breath of your sweet-smelling hair before sighing happily. 

“Danny looks so young when he sleeps.” Sam’s quiet remark had your chest clenching with an unnamable emotion.

“Mmm. You’re lucky, you knew him when he was young.”

Sam smiled wistfully as he nuzzled affectionately into your hair, his eyes still tracing his oldest friend’s sleeping face. “Yeah, especially cause we’re so ancient now. Over the hill.”

You smiled as you buried your face further into Sam’s neck, “I hope you have your names on retirement home lists.”

Sam’s grin was evident in his voice, even as he yawned, “Nah, Danny’s gonna keep me in his attic, we already planned it out. He said he’ll bring me soup every day and he’ll keep a bedpan up there, and as soon as he can’t climb the stairs anymore, he’ll send a few beautiful young ladies up there who’ll give me one last hoorah before my heart gives out and I keel over in a blaze of glory.”

By the end of his tirade, you were desperately muffling your giggles against his neck, playfully smacking his chest, “Oh my god, shut up, you’re such an idiot.” 

Sam laughed under his breath, pleased as ever that he’d made you laugh. 

“Plans might’ve changed now, though.” 

“Oh yeah?” you grinned.

He nodded lightly, “Mhm, yeah, see, now I know that I don’t need hookers, cause my heart almost gave out last night with you alone.” You snorted into another round of muffled laughter, and he continued, “May as well save my retirement money, right? I’ll just get you to finish me off- ha, in both ways,” he giggled, “and then I can leave my dwindling estate to you and Danny’s grandkids, set ‘em up for college, white picket fences, the whole american dream.”

You finally lifted your head out of his neck, taking in each other’s faces for the first time that morning with matching goofy smiles. “You realize I’d be all wrinkly and grey, right? I’d probably have to take my dentures out before anything.”

Sam exaggeratedly rolled his eyes back with a fake moan, smirking at you, “No teeth? Sounds like a win to me.”

You groaned quietly, cringing and laughing. “You’re disgusting!”

“Sam, stop grossing out my girlfriend.” You craned your neck around with a giggle at Danny’s exasperated morning voice, muffled against your shoulder. His curls were an unholy mess around his sweet freckled face, and your heart skipped a beat as he fluttered his long dark lashes open, fixing you with his mossy green speckled, earthy eyes. 

“G’morning, baby,” you smiled, feeling especially lovesick for him this morning. 

He hummed with a sleepy, loving smile, blinking at you demurely. “Morning, sunshine,” he purred, voice deep and rumbly as he leaned forward to give you a kiss. 

Sam watched you both interact, curious and fond, feeling not quite included but not quite left out either. Prying his way out of that neutral sort of limbo, he joked softly, “Hey, don’t I get a good morning kiss?”

A strange pang of guilt was soothed by the exhilarated warmth you felt as Danny grinned lazily and shifted up on his elbow to lean over you. “Course you do, pretty boy,” he flirted, a devastatingly sexy thing to say when paired with the deep roughness of his voice. 

Sam blushed with a shy smile as he leaned forward, closing his eyes as Danny’s lips pressed to his. Beneath them, you watched from the interesting angle how your boyfriend kissed, how he claimed Sam’s bottom lip, just like he did yours, and how Sam let himself be led through the gentle kiss, the slight angle he tipped his head to, the quiet noise of their lips as they pulled apart. 

It was so pure, and genuine. They kissed like they had been lovers since the beginning of time, so in tune with each other, it made you forget they’d only known each other in this way for mere hours. 

Sam flashed Danny with a smile that was both shy and knowing, Danny returning it with a fond grin of his own. Sam then looked down at you, raising his brows in a wordless question, his eyes pleading, ‘Please let me in, let me in and kiss me, like he did.’

You made the split-second realization, then, that the almost telepathic connection your boys had was shared with you and Sam as well, and the thought made you want to scream with happiness, with how full of love and joy you felt. You pulled Sam by the neck with a blissful smile, and he seemed to absolutely melt above you, slotting his lips with yours warmly with the tiniest, almost untraceable groan of relief and satisfaction.

When he pulled his lips away, he simply gazed down at you for a moment, thoughtful and infatuated, like he was trying to read your mind, but also like he already knew what you were thinking, and he loved it. 

Danny’s hand ran along the curves of your waist and hips beneath the blanket, settling just past the swell of your hipbone at the top of your thigh. You became so suddenly aware that all three of you were naked beneath the fuzzy sheet, your cheeks felt hot as a quirky grin found its way on your face. 

Sam face morphed into a mischievous smirk, effortlessly following your train of thought, having watched Danny’s hand move under the blanket. 

You stared up at him for a second, and began giggling shyly beneath his smug gaze. “Quit staring at me like that,” you weakly protested, only making his smirk grow. 

“Like what?” He teased, “I’m not allowed to look at you now?” 

You jokingly shook your head, faking an innocent grin. “Nope, that’s right.” 

Danny chuckled behind you, thumbing over your hip teasingly as he watched. 

Sam raised a brow, bringing his hand up to the hem of the blanket where it draped over the swell of your breasts. “So I definitely… shouldn’t…” he trailed off with an increasingly devious smirk, toying with the blanket. You wriggled, giggling as you went to hold your blanket up with the hand that had rested on Sam’s chest, but Danny teamed up with the enemy and grabbed your wrist, securing you defenselessly with a naughty giggle. 

“Hey!” You gawked playfully at Danny, getting only a shrug and a smirk for an answer. Sam playfully tugged the blanket down an inch, threatening to uncover more as you laughed and struggled against Danny’s hold. 

To your surprise, Sam released the blanket and smiled wide, even holding it up to your collarbones as he dove in for a quick kiss and then sat up to get out of bed. 

“Where are you going?” Danny quickly asked, sounding adorably worried. 

Beautiful and shamelessly naked, Sam stood up, cracking a smirk as both you and Danny blushed and pointedly directed your gaze to his face. “Just bathroom,” he gestured with a thumb. “I’ll be back in a sec.” 

He strolled out casually, and you bit your lip as your eyes lowered to the cute wiggle of his butt before the bathroom door shut behind him across the hall. 

Glancing from the corner of your eye, you caught Danny doing the same thing and you giggled, making him look down at you, blushing when he realized he’d been caught.

Giving you a bashful grin, he waved you off, “Oh, shut up.” 

You rolled around in his arms, your chest pressing to his and your mouth seeking his barely stubbled jaw. 

“Mmmmhh, why, are you feeling shy?” you smirked lazily as you kissed along the sharp angle of his face. 

“No,” Danny grinned above you, closing his eyes as your lips loved on his neck. 

“Liar,” you giggled, smoothing your hand over his chest, the one under you wedging up to cup his cheek. 

Danny huffed playfully, forgoing a response. You kissed and licked playfully over an old, faded hickey that you never seemed to let heal fully. His makeup team probably thought it was a weird birthmark at this point, but you couldn’t help it, not with the way that particular spot made Danny whine and bite his lip every time.

“Oh-“ his quivering voice sending a shock of arousal through your system. 

“It’s sweet that you’re shy, baby,” you purred, “Cute, you blush just looking at his ass when your dick was pounding into it last night.” 

Your fluttery whisper and hot breath beneath his ear drew a shiver and a tortured groan out of your boyfriend, just like you intended, and you smirked hard. 

He rolled his head as you pulled back, fixing you with an exasperated grin. “Fuck you,” he shook his head with nothing but love and humor in his tone. 

“Now there’s a suggestion,” you winked, and Danny’s eyes darkened slightly, suddenly tugging your hand south. He held your open palm to his stiff cock, and you bit your lip, all humor flying out the window at the needy twitch he gave. 

“Oh, fuck Danny,” you breathed, meeting his eyes with a flirty smile, curling your hand around his thickness, barely stroking him, enjoying the hot hardness in your hand. “You been hard the whole time?” 

He nodded, sucking on his lip before releasing it with a sharp inhale as you squeezed gently. “W-was having a nice fuckin’ dream,” he admitted, thrusting into your gentle grip. “So I woke up hard already, and then Sam, and you, and-“ he closed his eyes as his brows furrowed, whining through his nose as you began stroking him with purpose. 

Behind you, there was a smug clearing of a throat. “What about me?” 

Danny startled slightly at Sam’s cocky, pleased-as-punch voice, sending his cock through your fist with extra vigor and making him twitch and grunt, struggling to keep his eyes open. 

You turned to look at him over your shoulder, a response ready on your tongue before it disintegrated at the sight of Sam’s stiff cock in his fist, his opposite shoulder leaning against the wall of the doorway. 

Licking your lips, you regretfully released Danny’s cock, much to his dismay. “How long have you been standing there instead of getting your ass back in bed?” 

Sam’s face lit up in a grin, straightening and padding over, comfortably swinging a leg onto the bed and landing beside you with a bounce on the mattress. You pushed up onto your knees, sitting on your feet as both men’s hands sought their respective erections in sync. 

“You know, you two are… unfairly gorgeous,” you sighed, drinking them in as the blanket fell off your shoulders, uncovering both you and Danny to each other and to Sam’s appreciative eyes. 

Sam scooched closer to Danny, the bony shoulder brushing his bicep. “Says you,” Sam absently returned, eyes drinking in the sight of you, the curves and shadows casted in the golden light. 

Danny kept his eyes on you as he turned his face in Sam’s direction. “She takes my fucking breath away all the time,” he murmured. 

Sam bit his lip as he smiled fondly, nodding as his eyes met your blushing face again. “Yeah… I’m quickly learning what you mean.”

Sam’s head lolled to the side, leaning his temple against Danny’s shoulder. You smiled bashfully, leaning forward as you stroked both your hands up the inner thighs of both boys at either side of you, your eyes following the movements of their respective fists one at a time. 

Danny bent his knee, switching hands on his needy cock. He swallowed, his breathing picking up as his wandering eyes left your body and watched Sam’s hand for a moment. 

You watched with a knowing grin, catching the way Danny licked his lips as he lazily jerked himself. He’d looked at you that exact same way, the few times you’d found yourself putting on a show for him, not unlike the show Sammy was giving beside him under his hungry watch. 

Sam followed your gaze, Danny’s eyes flying up to meet the brown pair now locked on his. “I think we could find a better way to uh… pass the time,” he coyly hinted, glancing between you and Danny. 

You gave Danny a wide grin, your mischievous gleam making him blush preemptively and chuckle, “Seems like you’ve got something in mind, my love.” 

Sam perked up, releasing his cock to sit up straighter and matching your smile. “Oh, do share, doll,” he teased, his free hand coming to smooth up your thigh. 

You shrugged, leaning back on your hand, bringing a slow, sensual hand up your front. “Well, actually, what I’m thinking wasn’t even my idea,” you grinned pointedly at Danny, cupping your breast. 

Danny, torn between watching your hand and blushing at the playful, taunting way you lorded your knowledge over him, released himself as well and sat up to level with Sam, all three of you sitting up in a triangle. 

“By all means, babe, enlighten him,” he bashfully ran a hand through his curls. 

Sam leaned forward, bringing a knee up to his chin and leaning on it as he bit back his boyish smile. “Ohh ho ho, spill, sweetheart.” 

You smirked at Danny, giving him a teasing flick of your brows, then pushed forward, crawling over Sam and guiding him beneath you on his back. He watched with excited fascination as you manhandled him down, wiggling and shifting down the bed and finally settling at the opposite side of him. With Sam sandwiched between you and Danny, both of you hovering over him, you leaned down and gave him a sweet kiss. 

Danny shifted onto his side, holding himself up on his elbow, touching a hesitant hand to Sam’s upper thigh. You smiled faintly, kissing a wet trail down Sam’s sinewy neck, humming a pleased sound when Sam shivered and parted his lips with a sigh. 

“Well, let me set the scene,” you began in a low, seductive voice, roaming your hand over his chest slowly. “We were on the couch, just out there,” you gestured vaguely with a nod before returning to his silky skin, “a little drunk, and fucking horny.”

Sam inhaled sharply, grinning lazily. “I’d expect no less from you two.” 

Danny chuckled and massaged Sam’s hip, his fingers dangerously close to Sam’s groin causing his erection to twitch and bob in the air. 

Continuing on, you licked at Sam’s pulse point, “So I was in his lap, and he started talking to me, and fuck Sammy,” you nipped his skin with a wistful sigh, “he was saying the filthiest, most beautiful things.”

“Shit… like, like what?” Sam breathed, squirming and panting under your combined touches. You smirked, catching a glance of Danny’s bashful but pleased face beneath Sam’s jaw. 

“Thing he wanted to do to you,” you whispered, kissing his addicting neck, “things he wanted me to watch him do to you. Things he wanted us both to do to you.” 

Danny hummed in agreement, his fingertips grazing down the top of Sam’s cock from base to tip, the sensation combined with your eager mouth sending a ripple of pleasure through Sam’s lithe body. 

“Fuck,” he gasped, arching against Danny’s hand invitingly. “Tell me,” he pleaded. 

Danny took Sam’s cock in hand, and Sam rolled his head to look up at Danny, doe-eyed and needy. Danny took one look at Sam’s submissive face and groaned under his breath, stroking him slowly. 

“Yeah? You wanna know what you had me thinkin’ about?” 

Sam nodded, sucking his lip under his teeth as he blinked up at him. 

Danny’s eyes trailed down Sam’s torso, “You know… so many times, you’d be playing, and you’d just throw your hair back, and your mouth would open in that sexy little face you make when you get into it,” Sam groaned softly, nodding along to Danny’s words, on the edge of his figurative seat as Danny barely stroked him fast enough to keep him on edge. 

“God I wanted to be the one making you make those faces.” Danny’s eyes flashed up to Sam’s, several shades darker and heavily lidded. 

“Oh god,” Sam let out the shivery, whiny words with a buck of his hips into Danny’s fist.

Danny drank in Sam’s face, desperate and pleading as he hovered over him. “I wanted to see you make those faces from below. I wanted to make you make those faces, with your pretty cock down my throat,” he growled under his breath. 

You moaned, sucking Sam’s pebbled nipple into your mouth, riding the full-body wave of Sam’s writhing, the result of Danny’s filthy confession muttered over his parted lips. 

“Holy… sh-shit…” Sam choked out, brows knit tightly as he thrusted up into Danny’s fist, before crying out pathetically when Danny let him go entirely. 

“There’s more, though, pretty boy,” Danny smirked, shifting onto his knees, grabbing Sam’s jaw gently as the boy fluttered his eyes open. 

You grinned smugly, piecing together the rest in your head, and rising on all fours. Sam looked over at you before Danny’s grip on his jaw tightened, pulling his gaze back to him dominantly. You leaned down and whispered near Sam’s ear, “I love this part.” 

Sam shivered, “Fuck…”

Danny thumbed over his bottom lip, smirking. “See, she really liked the idea of something I said to her.” 

You twirled Sammy’s hair around your finger, nodding sweetly. 

“What-“ Sam swallowed roughly, “…what’s that?”

Danny leaned down, his lips brushing Sam’s as he held his jaw firmly. “She wants to watch me take a mouthful of your cock down my throat while she rides your pretty face.” 

Sam whimpered, writhing again. “Fuck.”

“And we both wanna give her what she wants, don’t we Sammy?” Danny purred, pressing a soft kiss to Sam’s pouty lips before parting with a smirk and shuffling backwards down his body. 

“Yes, fucking- anything, please, just use me, beautiful girl, it’s yours,” Sam craned up at you, grasping for your thighs. 

You caressed his cheek with a wide smile, leaning over him. “What’s mine, sweet boy?”

He whispered roughly, “My face, my cock- anything you fucking want, I wanna be yours, I wanna be good for you.” 

A rush of dizzying lust swept over you, faintly registering the sound of your own moan as you closed the distance, crashing into his lips in an upside-down kiss. 

After a short moment, Sam jolted, gasping and whining suddenly. Glancing down, you were met with Danny’s devilish smirk, his body laid out between Sam’s thighs with his tongue retracting from where he’d given the tiniest kitten lick to Sam’s leaking tip. 

“Please,” Sam urged, breathless and needy, pulling at your thighs to settle you comfortably over his face. 

“Okay, just like, tap me if you need air, okay?” you rushed out, straddling him on your knees. 

His only response was a muffled, “Mmmhh,” as he tugged your hips down, hard, planting your pussy firmly over his waiting mouth. 

You cried out, your hands cementing to Sam’s chest for stability, shifting over his mouth as his tongue curled and lapped through your folds. 

You sighed out, “Shiiiiit, Sammy, babe...” 

Danny hummed lowly, watching you find your footing atop your new throne. The sound drew your faded attention back to him, and he smirked as you met his eyes. 

“You gonna watch me like a good girl?” he lowly taunted you, quirking an eyebrow as he took Sam’s cock in his hand. Sam let out a muffled whine, sucking your clit between his lips and drawing out a harsh moan from yours. 

“Yeah,” you nodded quickly, wincing from the onslaught of pleasure, “C’mon baby, taste him. He’s so sweet, his cock is so nice to suck on,” you goaded, playing a little dirty to rile him up. You wanted to get Danny as desperate and feral as you felt. 

Danny pumped him in his hand, hovering his lips close to Sam’s tip, his breath no doubt warming it with each word. “Oh yeah? You’re so sweet, aren’t you, baby? Letting me share your new toy?” 

Sam groaned, long and high-pitched, the vibrations of it shooting through your core. You ground against his mouth, whining breathlessly as you struggled to keep your eyes on your boyfriend. 

Danny grinned darkly. “That’s my good girl.” 

He slowly leaned forward, taking Sam’s velvety head into his mouth, closing his lips around him and sucking gently, keeping his eyes locked on you through it all. 

Sam’s fingers sunk into your thighs, gripping you tight enough to bruise, nodding his head into your core as he moaned. “Mmmfffuuuck-“ his muffled voice sounded between your thighs. 

Danny winked at you, sinking down a little further, Sam’s cock coming out glistening with his spit as he retreated slowly. 

“Jesus Christ, Danny,” you panted, hypnotized and faint with desire. “I was fucking right, you’re so fucking pretty sucking his cock, baby.” 

Danny actually blushed, pulling off Sam with a wet pop, grinning up at you. “Thank you sweetheart,” he pumped Sam faster, pausing to lick up the underside of him in a slow, explorative move that had both you and Sam whimpering at the sight and feeling. 

Kissing Sam’s frenulum, he murmured, “You look beautiful too, riding Sammy’s face. Is he doing a good job for you? He keeping my beautiful girl happy?” 

Sam, as if to prove himself, sucked your clit between his lips again, flicking his tongue over it quickly. 

You gasped and nodded quickly your head drooping to the side as you humped over his tongue. “Mmmyeah,” you nodded, brows furrowing, “feels so fuckin’ good.”

Sam kneaded your thighs, an acknowledgement of your praise. Your nails scratched his chest lightly, feeling breathless. 

Danny smacked Sam’s outer thigh, making Sam jump and moan into you. Danny soothed his broad hand over the stinging red skin, arrogantly cooing, “Good boy, Sammy. Make her cum, and I’ll make you cum.”

You smirked lazily, matching Danny’s devilish grin as Sam muffled into you, “Oh fuck-“

With that, Danny dove back down, reacquainting himself with Sam’s cock, testing the waters and bobbing his head in a slow rhythm. 

Sam was a moaning, shuddery mess beneath you, not that you were much better, with the animalistic show your boyfriend was putting on for you and the fervent, desperate way Sam ate you out. As Danny sucked harder, faster, gaining confidence the more he unraveled the lanky bassist beneath you, you felt your stomach tightening in that familiar warmth. 

“God, fuck- don’t stop, Sammy don’t- don’t fuckin’ stop-“ You clawed at his chest, urging him with your bucking hips. 

Danny worked his tongue against the sensitive underside of Sam’s head, the sloppy noises drawing a cry of pleasure out of the boy’s chest. A groaned, slurred out call bubbled out of Sam, “Danny!” 

In his own growing desperation, Sam’s mouth slowed down, losing focus, and you whimpered in frustration, hanging your head forward as you sought more friction. 

Danny cocked an eyebrow, pulling off Sam quickly. “Hey,” he growled, “Didn’t say you could stop,” he smacked the side of Sam’s ass, gripping the flesh tight. 

Sam keened, panting and moaning as he furiously dove his face between your thighs, shaking himself back and forth as he licked and sucked at you. You jolted forward, crying out obscenities, Danny taking Sam’s throbbing cock back into the warmth of his mouth. 

You felt Sam struggling to keep focus, the jerking and trembling of his body giving him away, but he held strong, devouring you with a feverish appetite, his chin and cheeks slippery with your slick as you rode his face. 

“So close,” you squeaked, throwing your head back and slipping a hand into your hair, that knot in your belly drawing tighter and tighter. Danny squeezed Sam’s base, suctioning hard around his head and lapping at his frenulum, and the resulting echoing groan vibrating through you from Sam’s mouth sent you hurtling over the tip of your peak, cumming all over Sam’s open mouth with what was surely a scream of his name. 

Through the fog, you blinked down at Danny, still bucking out the last waves of your orgasm, and you caught sight of Danny’s fingers pumping into Sam’s hole, curling up and beckoning Sam into his own high. You lifted up your hips slightly, giving the boy room to breath as he shouted Danny’s name. Danny rested Sam’s head against his tongue, leaving his mouth open as he jerked his length quickly, milking ropes of Sam’s cum across his tongue. He held eye contact with you the entire time, his stare burning and intense as his fist flew up and down Sam’s length. 

Once Sam jerked and gave one last sigh, his body loosening of all tension, you exhaled slowly and carefully dismounted his face. 

Flopping on your side, your head by Sam’s knees, you smiled, then began chuckling quietly, resting your face on Sam’s thigh and blinking lazily.

“Well fuck,” Sam stated, catching his breath with a giggle. 

Danny sat up on his knees, his hand loosely jerking and tugging at his own cock for some relief. As quickly as you’d collapsed, you felt revived and reignited by the thick, flushed erection your boyfriend had neglected. 

“What do you want, Danny?” you asked, licking your lips. 

Above you, Sam raised his head, face twisting into a dirty smirking at Danny’s cock. “Yeah, Danny, what can we do for you?” he goaded. 

Danny bit his lip, “Mmm… so many options,” he grinned crookedly, looking between you both. “I do seem to remember something from last night though, Sammy, you were promised a next time I believe,” he innocently stated, stroking himself lazily.

“A next time, huh?” Sam cocked his head coyly. 

You grinned, “Oh right, Sammy, you poor thing, you haven’t gotten to taste Danny yet.”

Sam’s eyes darkened, licking his lips. “Oh, that can be happily arranged. C’mere, big boy, lay down for me,” he patted the bed flirtatiously. 

Danny smiled wide, huffing a quiet chuckle and laying himself out beside Sam. You shifted, making yourself comfortably up by Danny’s shoulders, your thighs a makeshift pillow for your boyfriend’s curly head. Danny watched Sam descend between his thighs with bated breath. 

You toyed with his silky curls, watching smugly as Sam settled on his stomach, propping up on one elbow. He rested his free hand on Danny’s thigh, sighing to himself as he squeezed and smoothed his hand over the muscle. 

“You ever let her ride your thighs?” he inquired softly, smiling up at you both. 

You bit your lip, nodding happily as Danny smirked, “It’s like her favorite thing to do, why?”

Sam shrugged one shoulder, returning his eyes nonchalantly to his thigh. “Don’t blame her.” He suddenly leaned forward and gave a playful bite to the flesh before finishing, “It’d be my favorite thing too, I think.”

Danny smiled through a shaky inhale, “Oh yeah? You like my thighs, huh?”

Sam pinkened, nodding bashfully and running his hand up to the top of said thigh, thumbing at the V-line of Danny’s groin. “Always kinda thought so,” he confessed softly. 

Danny blushed, biting his lip shyly and forgoing a response. 

You pet your boyfriend’s hair, watching Sam brush his thumb against Danny’s length, where it lay against his belly patiently. Taking Danny’s cock in hand, his eyes fluttered up to meet Danny’s again, blushing but maintaining eye-contact as he brought his tongue up over the delicate slit. Danny shivered, chewing his lip. With a gentle sigh, Sam licked over Danny’s head, fanning his warm breath across the spit slicked skin. Danny muffled a groan in his throat, beginning to breath heavier. 

Finally, Sam glided Danny’s head past his lips, cushioning his heavy cock on his tongue as he enveloped it in his mouth. Danny’s brows shot up as his eyes closed, his head relaxing back against your thighs. You cupped his cheek lovingly, feeling like your breath was stolen at his expression of pure ecstasy as he panted, “Sam…” 

He whined, his face twisting like Sam’s mouth was the most blissful, erotic thing he’d ever felt. You were reminded of the first time Danny had taken you to bed, such a similar look on his face as he plunged himself into your warm wet walls for that very first time. As Danny’s head rolled to the side, pressing further against your palm, you gazed down at him in wonderous, lustful affection. “You’re so gorgeous, Danny,” you whispered, stroking a thumb over his cheekbone. 

Sam looked up at you both, and his eyes crinkled with a smile, the best one he could muster with his lips stretched around Danny’s impressive girth. 

Danny blushed, blinking his eyes open at you, his mossy hazel irises stunningly clear and radiant even around his dilated pupils. “Baby,” he whined under his breath, reaching up and pulling your face down to kiss him. 

You obliged happily, slotting your lips with his passionately, drinking in his moans and whimpers as Sam’s mouth shot sparks of pleasure through his body. He mumbled against your lips, his tone of submissive disbelief nearly making you pass out, “Feels so fucking good…”

You nodded, sealing his lips in another kiss, “Good, sweetheart, you just relax and feel, let Sammy make you feel good.”

Danny winced in pleasure, tensing and gasping as Sam sucked harder. He nodded a little, biting his lip up at you. 

Below you, Sam pulled off him for air. Quickly jerking Danny’s length in lieu of his mouth, he panted, looking up between you with a cheeky smile. “So not bad for a first blowjob?”

You giggled, shooting him an exasperated smile and shaking your head. “Danny’s not complaining anyway, huh, babe?” Glancing down at your boyfriend, he grunted in response, bucking into Sam’s fist. 

Sam cocked a smug eyebrow and smirked. “Bet I could make it even better.” He licked at Danny’s tip.

“Fuck,” Danny grit, looking down at him in disbelief. 

Sam met his eyes and wordlessly held up two fingers, eyebrows raising in question. 

Danny’s jaw dropped, staring at Sam’s fingers for a second before swallowing harshly and meeting Sam’s gaze again. 

He licked his lips, then gave a shy nod. “Yeah, o-okay.”

Sam smiled wide, confirming, “Yeah?”

Danny nodded again, his blush spreading across his cheeks as he gave a hesitant little grin.

Sam nodded back, bringing his fingers between his lips as he stroked away with his other hand. Breaking the eye contact, he glanced down, situating his hand carefully below Danny’s balls and leaning forward to take his head between his lips again. 

Danny whimpered, and using the distraction of pleasure, Sam circled his fingers around Danny’s hole, making Danny buck his hips and gasp. You soothed a hand over your boyfriend’s chest, petting his hair. “Shhh, relax baby boy, s’gonna feel so nice,” you smiled fondly. 

Danny visibly relaxed, nodding, and Sam took the cue to circle one finger once more before pushing it inside slowly. 

Danny’s jaw dropped open, “Ohh-“ 

You watched his face in awe as Sam suckled at his tip, teasing and licking around his head while his pointer finger curled deeper into his ass. Sam held his cock up with his free hand, pulling off to whisper, “God, you’re so tight, Danny, it’s so hot,” his breathy, wonderous tone making both you and Danny shudder. 

Sam descended a little lower, pulling his finger out and pushing back in slowly, starting up a steady careful rhythm. His mouth enveloped one of Danny’s balls at the same time, gently mouthing at it as he got his footing, fingering his friend’s hole. 

Danny groaned, flexing his fingers in a tight grip on your shoulder, arm stretched above his head as he panted and writhed. He jolted suddenly, Sam’s finger massaging in just the right spot inside. “Shit- oh, fffuck-“ 

Sam licked up the seam of his ballsack, continuing the wet trail all the way up the underside of his cock, keeping his finger steadily curling and thrusting into Danny’s ass. 

Danny arched his back, sweat beading along his hairline as his brows knit tightly. He blindly reached a hand down, grasping Sam’s hair in his growing desperation. “Sammy, I-“ he gasped, “I’m getting close, can you- fuck, can you do another?” 

Sam whimpered, nodding quickly, popping off to quickly say, “Anything, Daniel.” He pulled his finger out, then began pushing a second finger alongside the first. He moaned around Danny’s thickness, causing Danny’s back to arch off the bed with a drawn out, broken moan. 

“Oh my god, oh god, oh my fucking g- OH-“ Danny panted, his hips jerking erratically, his grip on your shoulder and in Sam’s hair tightening to a white-knuckled fist, slurring out praises and swears. “Fuuuuuck, pleasepleaseplease Sammy,” he begged, a breathless sob as Sam’s fingers curled against his prostate relentlessly. 

You whimpered softly, holding his pleasure-wracked face as he spilled into Sam’s mouth, “So good, baby, fuck, you’re so so good.” 

Sam gulped, gasping for air as he released Danny’s exhausted, softening cock from his mouth. He retracted his fingers, wincing at Danny’s trembling hiss. He kissed his thigh in apology, then crawled up to lie along Danny’s side as the fucked-out man came down from his high. 

You caught Sam’s eye across from Danny, and you leaned forward, a silent request. Sam smiled happily, meeting you easily in a gentle kiss. 

As you cradled your boyfriend’s head in your lap and hummed happily into Sam’s kiss, you thought to yourself, you could get used to this. 

Something in the boys' eyes told you they felt the same way.

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[sgiandubh]

Well hello one more time tonight it is Caitriona Anon again. I love when you get fired up. But 1) I'm not an Anti, I'm a shipper I just happen to be one who's disillusioned with Caitriona who I now find cold. I've been here since Sam was cast, I no longer have a blog because I'm trying to wean myself off of this and it's easier for me this way. I do believe they are together despite whatever irritation I might have with either of them at any given time. 2) I'm not Russian or German, I'm an American and I guess my grammar failed me tonight, apologies. 3) I didn't understand and I wanted to ask questions which I thought was the point of having an ask box and a comment section so that people can get to the heart of what you are saying. Despite you not caring if you are understood, after this post, I do. 4) I was sincere in my questions and appreciate your answers no matter how fiery they are.

Dear (persistent) Caitriona Anon,

You managed to bring a smile, after all, remembering my (shipper) mom's exasperation: 'stop doing your American lawyer schtick, we're eating, for the love of God!", every single time I get fired up, as you say. Yes, same shipper mom who is a C-mainly ('so beautiful! so elegant!') and who told me ' I will not comment on that boy, he is blonde' (it's true, the women of my clan are persistently attracted like flies by dark strangers).

Speaking of C also made me remember a lazy August afternoon, on the Nong Khai-Bangkok sleeper train. I was trying to read something about Virginia Woolf's Bloomsbury gang (a filthy paperback I had poached at the Khao San Road bookstore, between the 7-Eleven and the smiling Burmese tailors who made me a couple of wonderful tussah outfits). At the other end of the open dining car, an old American Hippie guy was explaining to a bunch of bewildered Australian flashpackers how that same Khao San Road changed and became 'such a nonsense' since the glorified days of the Banana Pancake Trail. That included the somewhat lewd recollection of his paramour, a fierce Valkyrie, the story ending with ' ah, she was beautiful. Beautiful and gone.'

So is C. Beautiful and gone. She came, she conquered, she left. But what is good to bewilder Australian flashpackers on a balmy Siamese summer night is crappy nonsense when and if you consider a life and a career after OL. So yes, even if I have trouble believing your story, I could reasonably understand why you are disappointed or angry or (you name it) with S, C, S&C.

I am not, because I set my bar very low on design. I have no moral right to ask anything of These Two. I have no intention to pressure two overly stressed individuals who still must figure out what the hell happened to them (yes, after all these years), just to satisfy my ego or be avenged. I am taking it as it is, one tango step and one day at a time. I know what I know and that is enough, because what I know I found out or figured up by myself: the rest is confirmation, solidarity and a beautiful story of collective friendship.

Wean yourself off? Wow, the ambition. This is worse than tobacco! And you still have a sock account just to lurk? Make no mistake, you didn't go anywhere, if you told me the truth. And neither did Moo, or CRT and their respective beggar's courts: they are still here, like dragonflies in amber, and despite all their loud, vile, venomous protestations. It's next to impossible to leave, when the sideshow is more enticing than Season 4.

You are always welcome to ask questions and I will always answer. But I think that you might want to consider this POV, too: how about finding yourself propelled in a world where people literally scream every single time you walk into a room? how about trying to have a life when you sometimes feel that hundreds of prying eyes are lurking near your bed? how about finding balance when every single word you ever uttered is analyzed to oblivion on blogs or is turned into a gif which spins lackadaisically in cyberspace? how about living with a sword above your head, called Non Disclosure Agreement? how about finding yourself insulted by nobodies with a keyboard? what would YOU do?

So what if they don't want to be seen, heard, mentioned, in a giant FUCK YOU ALL, shippers and antis and fencers and God knows who else?

Do I think this is the best way they could have managed it? Absolutely not. But my position is comfortable: the love of my life is not regularly considered an illiterate snake oil seller for a geriatric bunch of groupies. I am not that guy Richard Madden ostensibly humiliated in public, when he was bartending in London, and who, suddenly, is aware he became a global fantasy.

Would he lie for her sake, for their sake? I believe he would, and more. Would she accept the unthinkable? The woman who answered the 'what was the most foolish thing you ever did' by 'I got married' totally would.

Enough said. Let's say good bye, for the moment, with a nice pic from a calmer world, where the gong of the nearby wat wakes you up at 6 AM. And then you go and have the best coffee in town at The Scandinavian Bakery, round the corner:

[lectern-fullcauldron]

when I first began watching docm77, it was late season six. i didn't know what was coming when he marked out a border with yellow and black concrete and quarantined some aliens.

doc built projects in area 77, brand new projects that turned the old minecraft I knew to dust. village and pillage was here, and tango's abandoned iron farm at spawn was obsolete.

the first time horror struck me, that first moment when I looked at my scream and said: something is horribly wrong, is when he started building that first infinity portal.

weeks and weeks went by and that portal warped under his hands. and doc only explained it when the sun set on the season, and the hermits dived through the portal with its edges glittering with diamond.

weeks and weeks went by and he'd end his episode by changing one block on that portal, and he wouldn't tell us how, or why. it was terrifying, it was mastery.

the hippies were saying that horrors were happening in area 77 and they weren't wrong. doc was showing us that they weren't wrong.

it was brilliant storytelling on his part. I'd definitely recommend watching it, if you haven't seen it

[fitzs-space]

Has a one asked about impulses markings ( wither curse) or taken notice? How does he explain it or calm them down when they find out it’s a curse, if anyone even knows?

I can never get enough of the boy. Absolutely love how you draw him <3

thing is that he didn't know how or when he got them either. He's genuinely just a magnet for curses and blessings, and he doesn't even notice them because of how often they just get canceled out by whatever else he's got going on. So sometime during s6 he noticed some weird dark marks on his chest that looked like his bones and ribcage, and they kinda got darker when he checked on them, looked like someone smudged charcoal on him really. But it was fine! he just kept them out of sight and out of mind. Sure it became very easy for him to break bedrock, but that came from practice. And the air in the void was a easier to breath, and wither roses just stopped hurting him at some point, but that was all from being in the End a lot to work on that wither rose farm. Like exposure treatments and building up an immunity right. And sure at some point in s7 the makings turned more golden, but that's normal surely. they already kinda changed colours before. And its not like the existence of these markings were affecting him at all. Sure he felt less exhausted and drained and,, dead ish, when they turned gold,,, but they just started a new season! and he noticed the marks around when he was doing all that work with the hippys! its expected he would have felt tired a lot right. And yea some of his scars look a little golden under some lights now, and maybe his blood looks a little more glittery then normal, but its probably just a side effect of always using totems. It'll wear off if he stopped using so many, surely. And Tangos asked about them, so had Zedaph, but It was only brought up because they were curious when Impulses eyes turned more gold instead of brown,, Zed found it fascinating how the markings looked like they moved depending how you looked at them, like the moved with the actual bones under Impulses skin almost. And it isn't affecting him right now, its not like he needs to worry anyone over them. Honestly not even the weirdest thing to happen on the server. Its sometime during s8 that he's talking with Cub about some speedrunning strategies he's been trying to pull off lately, and in the most offhand way mentions how he's debating doing unsafe runs outside of the proper game worlds. his reasoning being that he wouldn't need to worry abut the possible boss curse if he isn't actually trying to kill a dragon. And that just leads into the conversation of what a Boss curse even is, because Impulse hadn't really heard much about those before. And about an hour or so later Cub is laughing his ass off as Impulse goes through all these weird instances he's had and realizing he's had this wither boss curse placed on him, but he didn't even realize because of all the other blessing and curse's he's apparently had, and had just always brushed off the weird symptoms that came with them. Cause that explains how he kept such a sane head compared to the rest of the people in the mycelium resistance, that whole demise thing left him just a little gray without the major blood thirst a lot of the others got, those days when he'd get near insanely good luck then to have the next week be the some of the worst luck one could imagine. The list just kept going. Cub absolutely looses it yet again when he realizes that the curse he tried placing on Impulse during s6 to test some Vex trick did infact work, and was still there even, It just apparently had no affect on Impulse because of some other blessing he had.

[peskyvinot]

sometimes I think about how random and thus insanely cool our fav duo/trios formed. like

scar/grian/mumbo. you can't even really pinpoint the moment they became The trio. the mumscarian agenda. mumbo just picked up that random fresh-out-of-problematic-highschool-series creatieve mode Player out of NOWHERE and became besties with him, later seeing him join hermitcraft and change the server forever

scar and grian had almost no interactions up to the build off in s6. then the magic of s7 happened. newfound besties.

then s8 happened and well. found family doesn't spare Anyone. and it's like- sure scar and grian got closer in s9 when mumbo wasn't that active but then the reunion happened (that one mumbo video. OHHH that one mumbo video) where you don't even QUESTION that yes. they are THE trio of best buds

but then we dig deeper. rendoc???? (btw yes um using ship names as a placeholder) been on the same server for YEARS had some chemistry chemistry s5 and that one hippie/area77 storyline but then almost out of nowhere BOOM the most iconic duo of s8 and onwards. like. I'm not stupid it's all in the behind the scenes and becoming friends that lead to such iconic videos BUT LIKE.

can I talk about ethubs. I'll admit I didn't watch mindcrack in full I have no idea what went down there but every time I Watch early mindcrack/ooge/etc clips I'm like "OK this shouldn't have worked. but why it do. WHY IT DO"

xb and keralis. if they were separate content creators that never interacted you would never in a billion years guess they would click. but knowing what we do in that universe of ours, I will argue they're one of the most iconic duos.

impulse gem and pearl. the soup group. once again the s9 magic happened. it was an rng roll that put those 3 together in the first episode. and it worked SO WELL and I STILL can't really put into words why

giggs. I don't think anyone would ever argue with me abiut how iconic they are. but thinking about how I remember the first ever gigs streams before they even adopted the fandom "gigs" name. I kid you not grian&scar interacted with skizz like thrice before that. and yet they clicked INSTANTLY. I think it's the power of getting to know "new" people (I would argue even grimpulse didn't Know each other that well before phasmo. I know. the 4 pre-s9 gripulse enjoyers put down your forks) with your besties by your side. imp&skizz and desert duo get bonded over the horror game yeah tell THAT to a pre gigs fan. and YET. (also the way gem is so awesome she fit RIGHT IN. ANF I WOYLD ARGUE BY PURE CHANCE TOO. she was one of those "teaching _how to play phasmo" one off guests. but she was so awesome she stayed)

jimmy and tango. it is truly a mystery to me specifically. the only thing I woyld say was the string connecting them before dl was the silliness meter. period. but then again 2 different worlds that collided so hard the universe exploded. if the plate up streams have a say in this

boat boys. when the first dl episodes came out I didn't even Regester their duo (maybe it was because I didn't really watxh etho and deffenetely haven't watched joel before that). now tell me why their soulmate pair is THE most iconic duo for me in dl huh. and how smoothly it went on. etho and Joel. THINK ABOUT BOAT BOYS PRE DL. YEAH? YEAH. NEVER IN A BILLION YEARS WOULD I THINK. double life literally changed this fandom forever

honorable mentions: cleo and scar (+ bdubs) I can't recall a Single interaction of them pre s9 and pre limited life clockers. but BOY am I glad we have them now.

skizz and tango specifically in the whole zits polucule (/j). those 2 in particular are the funniest duo to ever duo. and s10 stapled and glued and sawn this into truition. also once again shout out to the plate up streams

P.E.T CREW??? I swear I remember the season 10 start and them basing together and starting the mail service like it was YESTERDAY. the decked out royalty my beloved. I love you. I love you.

scar and bdubs. the vibes are immaculate. can't for the life of my imagaine beau-era bdubs and scar from-this-point-in-timeline in the same voice call. their s9 & s10 thou is smth akin to magic

like ik in the bigger picture is not surprising. buy I still. I still like to think about it

[fromthedeskoftheminister]

Magical Emergencies of the Big Moon Variety

Summary: Not everyone adjusts well to being unceremoniously ejected from a collective simulation. Even if it only lasted for approximately 6 months ship time, it certainly felt a lot longer. Some of the adjustments that need to be made are minor in nature. Others… are a bit more serious and require outside assistance which youd think would be hard to come by in space. Look familiar? Unedited Pt 1, Unedited Pt 2,

Read the edited version on AO3

Tango spread his fingers against the glass his hand flexing absently as he greedily drank in the sights of his friends and family. He couldn’t tell if the relief that he was feeling was from the simple joy that his family were all in fact alive and in, uh, various states of wellness or from the more selfish realization that he hadn’t failed in his quest to blow up the moon.  The simulation had ended quite abruptly, moments before moon-fall.  If Tango had to guess, the resulting cataclysm had catapulted them back into their bodies and awareness of the real world without so much as a by your leave. From his vantage point it was very obvious that some of them had not handled the transition well at all. 

His eyes drifted down the line of Hermits as they all waited, with varying levels of patience, for the Pods to finish draining and equalize to the internal atmosphere of the Hermitheius. Bdubs was pressed up against the glass, as close as he could get to the center of the room and by default the rest of the hermits, eyes wider than normal. Their gazes met and Bdubs’ grin nearly split his face in two, eyes watering. Tango flashed him a quick smirk and a thumbs up. His focus wandered again, this time seeking out the third member of their trio. Keralis was sitting peacefully on the floor of his own pod making faces at XB, but he offered a wave of his own when Tango managed to catch his eye. Basemates accounted for, Tango turned his attention to the rest of his friends. From where he was already looking, it was easiest to find Zedaph, skipping over and noting a few empty pods in the process. He’d been a bit concerned for Zed, isolated as he had been for the entirety of the simulation but there was no way to tell what was going through his buddy’s head normally let alone right now. In fact, Zed was still sitting back to the room and staring out the window closest to his pod into the void of space, just as he had been since Tango had awakened.

A fine mist of condensation floated across the room before dissipating. Tango traced it to its source finding what looked like a joyous cacophony of noise as Bdubs’ upon release from his pod had launched himself into the arms of a mildly surprised Etho. Tango was unsure exactly why as he had spotted the other man hovering near Bdubs pod for as long as he had been aware.  Etho hadn't been the only one present either, even if he was the only one currently lingering. Iskall, Stress, Wels and TFC had left the simulation early and Tango had seen all of them as they wandered through, checking in on everyone before wandering off again. Wels had even stopped to chat when Tango had waived him down while waiting for his pod to finish draining.

It was hard to communicate through glass without communicators but luckily his pantomimes and pidgin sign language had been fairly easy to understand. At least Wels had gotten the gist of what Tango wanted to know, and had been fairly obliging in his explanations. The five hermits who had ended up leaving the simulation early had simply opted to remain out of the simulation rather than constantly hopping back in and out again during the long trip to Season 8. He’d also managed to convey that he and Stress had had been working on a project with Iskall. It was when Renbob had wandered through that Wels had left to chase the hippie back to his bed. Tango wasn’t put off by the abrupt ending to their acted out conversation. Earlier Wels had indicated that both Renbob and the Goatfather had worked themselves to exhaustion trying to make sure that Boatem had made it out safely as they had been last group to get booted. It had been a much more complicated and trying process than anyone had been prepared for and none of them were sure exactly where the problem had originated. Something, something, resetting respawns, sleep deprivation and maybe the void but there wasn't much of a chance for any elaboration before Wels darted off to play nurse in shining armor.

Even with the heads up, Tango would have probably been the most concerned about the members of Boatem. Pearl had swum to the top of her half-drained pod and was floating on her back, legs pressed up against the glass and watching the room upside down seemingly giggling at random. Scar seemed entirely unperturbed and unphased as he waited for his pod to drain, not that he was paying any attention to the rest of the group. Instead, he was sitting cattywampus on the floor of his pod, legs stretched out in front of him, cooing at Jelly who was batting ineffectually at his fingers through the glass. Mumbo on the other hand was standing straight up in the dead center of his pod, nervously running his hands through his hair and avoiding all eye contact despite the fact that he couldn’t seem to stop glancing around at all the people in the room with the exception of Grian. Speaking of Grian, he was also standing in the center of his pod, blank and expressionless, seemingly staring through everything but still watching it all. It was rather eerie and reminded Tango uncomfortably of how Grian had been when he had first joined their merry band of misfits. Still, that was a problem for another time and quite possibly another bunch of hermits. Tango was going to have his hands full as it was, trying to help Zed who was still staring out the window; and that didn’t even account for Impulse.

Out of everyone, it was Impulse who was concerning Tango the most not that he could put his finger on what exactly was sending up the alarm bells. He didn’t look worse off than anyone else in Boatem sitting as he was on the far side of his pod. His buddy was slouched slightly with his back against the glass and one arm loosely resting on a bent knee. From where he was across the room, it was impossible to make out any sort of expression on Impulse’s face but from how it rested against the glass, turned upwards and eyes closed it was probably safe to assume that there wasn’t one.

Tango frowned slightly, as he made eye contact with Jevin and gestured over at Impulse. Jevin thankfully, got the picture and after a moment put his hands together on one side of his tilted head in a pantomime of sleep. Tango let out a sigh of relief but his worry did not abate and he continued to stare. While he wanted his buddy to get some much-needed rest, really Mumbo how was sleep deprivation supposed to help prevent Moon Big at all, Devs sometimes Boatem made him despair, something was still wrong. Something just… felt off. He could feel it in his bones, as Impulse would say. Still, he couldn’t put his finger on what exactly it was.

Another puff of condensation due to the release of pressurized air floated through the room. Another Hermit’s pod had finished equalizing. Probably Cub? Tango glanced over, and yep, that was definitely Cub, sharp teeth, tattered wings and overly blue eyes and all, moving as if he was expecting there to be simultaneously more and less gravity than there actually was. That was certainly interesting. Hadn’t Cub also attempted to escape Moon-fall by going to space? Thoughts wandering, Tango jumped when his gaze returned to Impulse only to find one cracked eye blearily peering at him.

Tango couldn’t help himself as he threw his arms up and cheered, “IMPULSE! Hey! There you are!”

There was no response, not that Tango had expected one. He knew Impulse wouldn’t be able to hear him but still a wave or something would have been nice. His arms fell as Impulse continued to stare, not at him but through him, before the heavily lidded eyelid slid shut.

“Impy?” Tango said, mainly for his own benifit.

Both eyes opened this time. Had he not been so worried, Tango would have lost it laughing. Trust Impulse’s hatred of that nickname to cause a reaction even when the other couldn’t hear it. Tango didn’t relish the hilarity of that for very long however, as Impulse’s head dropped ever so slightly, the lights of the room hitting at exactly the right angle for him to catch an unobstructed view of eyeshine from not normally yellow glassy eyes.

Oh.

That.

That was bad.

That was so very very bad.

“Impy?” he tried again mentally cursing the slowness of the tube’s equalization cycle, as he caught his buddy's gaze.

One eye closed, followed by the other before opening again, one after the other in a strange facsimile of a blink. That was weird, even by his standards and the feeling that something was wrong only grew. But Hey! He definitely, somehow, had Impulse’s attention. Because that? That was a response. It had to be. Tango watched as Impulse blinked, once more, this time a lot closer together and looking a lot more like normal. Progress!

“C’mon Impy!” Tango crooned. He’d take Impulse being annoyed with him if he could actually get a coherent response. “Up an attem buddy! You can do it!”

Impulse could not in fact do it, and Tango watched in horror as Impulse’s eyes closed and he listed sideways, sliding down the glass and smashing his face on the floor of his pod.

And

        Tango’s

                       Vision

      goes

                                   WHITE

[puer-aurea]

On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me...

Angst for Treebark (is that what we call martyn and ren?)

"I wanna say there's still hope but sometimes things just don't go your way."

Please please please bear w me if i screw up writing this dialogue i am trying and they insisted on being poetic in 3rd life and i dont want to ruin it

There's a war on the horizon, everyone can tell. It's hard to ignore- near impossible, actually. Renchanting and Monopoly Mountain were enemies from the start. Even when they evolved into Dogwarts and those desert hippies that Ren couldn't be bothered to properly call them, their relationship stayed the same.

Ren knew the last stand-off was happening soon, and admittedly, he wasn't having high hopes. Grian was still on Scar's side despite not owing him his life anymore, and Ren knew Grian was smart. It would be damn near effortless for him to trap their home and blow it to bits with the king and his hand standing inside.

Martyn, however, held more optimism than him. Optimism that, while he admired it, Ren also hated it. Hated that he would disappoint his hand when he fell.

"Chin up, my lord. We'll take them down!" The hand gave his king a big smile.

Martyn was so certain they could win. He knew that if when they won, he would have to fight his king, but for now he could consider it a duel win.

"You see a different side than me, hand." Ren spoke with a sad smile.

"You don't believe we can take them? Surely you think there's a chance!" The hand looked a little upset at his king's pessimism.

"I want to say there's still hope, and that we can prevail, but sometimes things just don't go the way we want. I've made my peace with that, me hand." Ren accepted it long ago.

Ren was happy to have this experience. Of being a king with a right hand man who was loyal to him. Having land that he protected and a war with a rival nation to fight. It certainly wasn't a happy experience, but he was happy to have experienced it.

The hand, however, was not happy. He wanted to bring his king to the end. To him, it was never about being someone's hand, it was about being Ren's. It was his first lifetime knowing him, but there was something in the hand that told him it wouldn't be his last lifetime yearning for him.

Maybe, in another lifetime, they would have a happy ending. There wouldn't be a war to fight. Or, Martyn would've at least been able to protect his king.

~

Etho was burnt to a crisp whilst fighting impulseSV

The flame bows would be the death of all of them, Ren swears. He's already accepted his death, but he's still fighting for his land. After all, Martyn is still fighting and how could Ren let his hand fall without him?

The hand hates the flame, but he's determined. They won't fall here, he promises. Not verbally, it's more of a promise to the universe, he doesn't want to put the pressure of a promise on his king.

impulseSV was slain by InTheLittleWood

The traitor falls, and Ren is relieved they could at least do that. The relief fades quick as they are attacked again.

Tango was burnt to a crisp whilst fighting InTheLittleWood

The hand is optimistic. They will win- they have to win. After everything he's done for his king, if they just died here, it would be pointless. So he has to pull through.

bigbst4tz was shot by Grian

It's not a permadeath, but Ren doesn't expect Bigb to come back to them. It's him and Martyn versus Scar and Grian. How it could've been from the start if they all didn't involve innocent people in their feud. Ren feels bad they had to die for something that had nothing to do with them, but death is inevitable in a war.

The hand is going to protect his king. He has to, that's what he's there for. The king won't fall like their other allies, the hand swears it. He promises again that he'll protect him. He's separated from his king, but surely he'll be able to protect himself from Scar while his hand deals with BdoubleO.

Renthedog was shot by GoodTimeWithScar

"REN, NO!" He knows it's disrespectful for the hand to refer to his king by name, but his grief and anger is fueling him.

He promised they'd win right? Maybe he should've voiced it to his king. A promise to the universe means nothing, really. All the hand can do is avenge his king and win alone for them.

InTheLittleWood was shot by GoodTimeWithScar

Oh dear. Did he... really fail his king? What kind of hand dies to the same man who killed his king? Oh, he really messed this up. He's glad he's separated from his king in the afterlife, he doesn't think he could bare the disappointment his king might look at him with.

But Ren? He's the furthest thing from disappointed. If only he could tell Martyn how proud he was of him for continuing to fight when he could've run. How cruel of the world to not give them this last reunion in the afterlife.

[shortfeather]

As chosen by @l0call0tus, here's the rundown of Zed in Hermnautica!

Zedaph is from the Hamal system (which from Earth is part of the Aries constellation. Sheep man!) Generally, Hamali are generally regarded as hippies, which makes Zed even more of an oddball than he already is. He's an up-and-coming theoretical physicist who was on his way to a big conference in the Aquila system when the Hermitheus Convoy crashed.

Unfortunately for him, Zedaph was given a room on H-3, the ship that best survives being shot down but also lands in the Dead Zone, surrounded by infected, aggressive Ghost Leviathans.

Cleo and Stress, the only surviving crew members, give him and fellow passengers Tango and Grian a crash course (hah) in survival and then delegate tasks to everyone. With only five people on a ship meant to be manned by at least eight, everyone does a bit of everything, but Zed has some particular areas of focus:

-He, along with Cleo and Stress, are the ones who have to deal with the bodies of the forty-odd people who didn't survive the H-3 crash.

-He, along with Tango and Cleo and Grian, have to on-the-spot figure out how to repair H-3 so they can make it out of the Dead Zone and reunite with H-1's survivors.

-And he is the one who most assists Stress as she tries to synthesize a cure to an alien disease with materials she can't access and no specimens of any kind.

(Zed actually volunteers to go and get himself infected so Stress can observe Kharaa. Seeing as this involves going outside, where the Ghost Leviathans are, for extended periods of time, Cleo forbids him from doing so.)

It's hard to beat out Stress for the most lighthearted person on the ship. But despite the grim situation, Zed's harmless antics and bizarre brain do a lot of the work of keeping everyone from succumbing to despair as they work themselves ragged staying alive. And with silly guys like Tango and Grian to bounce ideas off of—it's no surprise that the H-3 survivors, despite the confined quarters and the constant threat of the Ghost Leviathans, escape 4546-B with their mental health the most intact.

[puttheglareinminecraft]

This new grian episode is giving me flashbacks to season six, please I can’t be alone in this

The war with multiple people, the area 77 vs hippies, fuck doc in particular…

Tangos gonna come up from decked out and half the server will be ablaze

[avid-avian-lives]

rancher omens au development nov. 11

in addition to being one of the Them, Scott is going to make an appearance in the history section as a former friend/lover of Jimmy. currently, I'm looking into the best ways that he could fit in. details under the cut! this one has a few bulleted lists, so I'll save you the scroll :>

at the bottom of this post is a poll!! y'all can put in your two cents on my conundrum here

in all cases they'd probably stay together for about ten years before Jimmy decides to leave or Scott dies, depending

the first draft I made takes place in 1906, where Jimmy meets Scott (a flower seller) while moping over Tango (who he hasn't seen in fifty years.) after a while, he moves into Scott's flower field. but Jimmy feels an obligation to help in the face of WWI and fakes his own death since he can't tell Scott the truth or bring himself to lie and say he wants to leave.

pros:

Tango has to know about Scott, and he could find out during the 1941 minisode. that could be a really cute moment in which Scott (now much older) says something like "you look so much like someone I used to know"

I really struggled with finding a reason for Jimmy to leave Scott that didn't have them ending on a bad note, and I don't want it to end on a bad note. WWI works as a great excuse for this

poppies were a symbol of death during WWI, meaning that theoretically, a blessing from Jimmy on Scott's flowers could've caused that. that would mean that Scott sold thousands of poppies in the years following WWI in a beautiful gesture towards a man he lost long ago

cons:

I'm not totally sold on the idea that Jimmy would even entertain the idea of friendship with Scott while he's so miserable over Tango. I really caked on the angst during the 1854 scene, so Jimmy wouldn't just get over it (he only barely does so in 1967.)

something doesn't fit about Scott knowing about the tavern. if that's somewhere he regularly goes to sell flowers, even after Jimmy "died," then he should be able to recognize the exact same building that supposedly got sold to someone else many years ago.

currently, Scott just kinda... walks into the tavern?? talk about pushy salesman

my second idea was that they met somewhere between rome (41AD) and wessex (535AD). I'm not totally sure how that timeline would work and I haven't written anything for it lol

pros:

the main pro is that I think it would be reeeeeallly sweet if Jimmy named Scotland after Scott bc "it's his place, he belonged here"

it would also not interfere much with the overarching timeline bc there's a huuuuge expanse of time (~500 years) that is given no official content, so I have a lot of space to work with

cons:

it would be a lot goofier to write bc idk much about the era, but since it's such a wide era I could probably find something to work with

I have no idea how Tango would find out about Scott if it's been hundreds of years since Jimmy saw him. since there's isn't a way that it would end happily, (either Jimmy leaves or Scott dies or something) Jimmy would hardly be volunteering that information. but Tango has to find out somehow, and I want that to be established information somewhere

my third thought was sometime during the 70s with the hippie era

pros:

obviously the theme of "the flower human" (as Tango call him in 2008) fits in fairly well with Scott lol

Tango would be aware of Scott bc he probably met Scott. we could also see Tango get into Queen music which would be kinda funny

cons:

Scott and Tango being around at the same time would be weird. I'm not a huge fan of the idea

established hippie culture doesn't lend itself to two men living alone in a big flower field, so I'm not sure what exactly I'd do with that to work it out

I'd have to take out the line "I'm in love with him, aren't I?" from Jimmy referring to Tango in 1941 bc it wouldn't make much sense to establish that and then turn it around right away

my final thought was during the short stretch of time between Edinburgh (1820s) and St. James Park (1854).

pros:

Tango is missing during this time but comes back soon after

the increased angst potential of 1854 >:) I already increased the angst of this scene and would be all for doing it again

after edinburgh Jimmy would be in Scotland anyway, clearing the tavern problem from 1906

cons:

it's a little pushy in terms of the overarching timeline. both edinburgh and st james are reeeally important parts of the story (even if edinburgh doesn't appear in the history section), and I'm not sure putting another factor in there would be a good idea

I'm also not sure what exactly would happen between them. after a while, Jimmy would spend this time worried about Tango, since he's been missing for 30ish years. would Jimmy be as worried as I need him to be if he spent that time with someone else?

ALRIGHT

currently I only have work down for 1906, but I'll probably end up fleshing out all these ideas more and posting them as bonus content :>

[lectern-fullcauldron]

some (maybe) lesser known builds from hermitcraft history that absolutely slapped.

cleo's juggernaut (season six), a rainbow sailed pirate ship starter base, docked off the coast of the pirate district

season six nether hub (cool af)

false's fantasy palace (season six), this structure is so beautiful (and it goes down to bedrock). it has purple roofs and a dragon skeleton (ren's, but still)

bdubs' diorite castle (season six) I was subscribed to iskall and then some bitch with a bandanna fell out of the sky late season and built a beautiful castle from forbidden blocks. and it was GORGEOUS

ren's hippy camp (season six), that farm he built at the start of the hippy arc was beautiful. and the mushroom cave. impeccable

Doc's raid farm (season six). not only is this farm insane, but the decoration on this thing included armour stand hermits being sucked up into a massive glass beam that spread into a whole system of lasers

tango's twin dragons (season six) 'i don't build organics', builds two cool as dragons that spiral around the entrance to his subterranean base

beef's three fox hole (season seven). he said he was going to make a cyberpunk island. and then he DID. he had such a great time doing it, too

grian's 221B (season six), i remember this house being really cool during the quest to catch the jangler

sl1pg8r's ribbon base (season two) this twirling beauty is so cool (and annoying to navigate)

the deadquarters (season six) and the rest of the halloween district. this district has everything. giant phantom. haunted church. pumpkin patch. frankenscar's mansion. gambling ring. trapped murder mansion in the sky... I could go on

Etho's season three base is very cool - it's made to be traversed entirely by rail

Iskall and Stress' HRN station (season six). I love the HRN, and what better train station than a massive train as the world gives way to ice sheets. it's a banger of a stop