#i’ve been writing this since Grian’s episode came out

[poppyseed799]

Since I mentioned how Martyn saved Last Life for me, I think it’s time I finally make my Martyn Appreciation Post that I’ve been meaning to make because the fandom is too mean to him sometimes.

Once upon a time, I discovered a series called 3rd Life. I watched it because I had watched Grian many years ago and figured “sure, I’ll see what he’s up to now.” The premise was very interesting and the episode got me hooked. The second episode came out and I watched Scar’s, it was so funny I subscribed despite never knowing anyone except Grian before 3L. I watched the series as it came out, always watching Scar but branching out to see the other POVs too, because I was invested in the whole story. And of course, how could you watch 3rd Life without watching Martyn, the hand. His editing was great, he added so much to the enjoyment of the story with just editing.

And then suddenly, (I think this was the first instance but I could be wrong) he had almost died and there was a voice telling him it wasn’t his time to die yet. I watched Scar first as always, so I knew Martyn would survive, but the editing made it feel like he wouldn’t until that voice came and “saved” him. I wasn’t expecting anything like that at all. What was that voice supposed to be? Why wasn’t it the right time for him to die? Fans all talked about it of course. Back then, it was called the “voice lore”, cuz that’s all we really knew. A voice. This voice lore gave fans even MORE to talk and theorize about, which is always great in fandom spaces. The series went on, the voice coming back sometimes as we’d try to figure out what was going on. It wanted him to kill Ren, but he never did. He couldn’t, because Ren had died and Martyn fell shortly after.

The 3rd Life finale was fantastic. I cried. Like actually I cried, and despite not writing often I even wrote a little retelling of the cactus fight mere hours after watching the finale. It was that inspiring. I was crying as I wrote. Eventually, I got around to watching Martyn’s POV of it, cuz how could I not? It was amazing, a totally different side of the war, a very tragic one at that. Of course, Martyn died. I knew he would, I watched Scar first every time. But I wasn’t expecting what would happen after he died. His character falling in a dark void, some speech about always fighting, even if you have nothing to live for. It made me cry. Yes, I cried a lot in my time in the life series. It’s great that a series could make me feel that way. Anyways, I cried at that speech. Then it ended, and the voice returned. It wasn’t very happy with Martyn. I was actually legitimately worried for his character. Until that point, I had been imagining afterlives for all of the characters (yes I cried at Scott’s finale too). Happy afterlives for them, since I loved the characters so much. But when I saw that last bit of Martyn’s finale, I was worried he wouldn’t get a happy ending like I wanted for all of them. But of course, my feelings aside, this was lore. Why wasn’t the voice happy? What was it going to do?

I went on twitch and found Martyn streaming, talking about 3rd Life. I watched and learned so much behind the scenes stuff. I’m just going to bring up this point now: Martyn’s interactions with life series fans is part of what makes him and his lore so great. But more on that later.

Then Last Life came out. I was so excited, I actually recently dug up my old DMs with my sister from when I found out about it, apparently I was a couple days late to realize it came out lol. Not sure what I was doing, I also don’t think I knew there would be a second season, even though I know I watched Grian’s finale where it said there would be. Idk maybe I forgot. Anyways… I was OBSESSED with Last Life. Completely and fully invested. My birthday was during its run and all I asked for was my family members to draw wizard Scar. But anyways the point is Martyn. The voice returned! And this time… there was more! Martyn was acknowledging the voice. There was a secret shadow group formed, and we learned more and more about the voice but not enough… yet.

One of my favorite parts of Last Life was when Martyn was… hallucinating? Jimmy and Mumbo were alive and he did Mumbo’s intro. It was well put together, disturbing, sad, and also a great teaser for the episode when he uploaded that Mumbo intro compilation. Then he runs and has an argument with the voice before finally giving in. Like… wow. What was that lol. It was awesome! Martyn’s character has always had such… character. He’s merciless and willing to betray, yet also loyal and empathetic. It feels like he would be a sweet guy and a nice friend if it weren’t for the circumstances. I love c!Martyn so much, he really feels like he has feelings even tho he’s just real life Martyn’s OC he roleplays as in minecraft.

But now, that famous Last Life Finale. Martyn dies (in a very bad way I might add) and the same thing that made me sad last time happened again, but worse. The voice was upset with him. This time, to his face, and VERY angry. That end speech is one of my favorite parts of the life series EVER. I want to have it memorized. It explained so much, was so powerful, just vague enough that you might not understand at first but could easily figure out with a bit of thinking what they’re referencing. And since that day, it was no longer called voice lore. We knew what the voice was now. It was now known as the watcher lore.

Now, to be honest, I think I actually first experienced this legendary speech from a stream. I was just absorbing the Last Life finale (which was disappointing for me personally but that’s a different post) when I saw Martyn was streaming an explanation of his lore. I watched it, and it was amazing. I got to learn what everything meant, little bits of trivia and behind the scenes, all that! It honestly saved my slipping enjoyment of Last Life. I had never watched EVO, but the great thing was you didn’t really need to. If there was something you didn’t understand, you could ask other fans, or just ask Martyn. That’s one of the best things about the watcher lore! The guy writing it is very open to discussing it with fans so you can understand it better, show him your theories, learn behind the scenes and all that!!

I just don’t see how people could hate it so much. Out of all the life series creators, Martyn interacts with the fans the most. Not even in an uncomfortable way, he seems to understand fans and fandoms well. Here on tumblr if you’re interested in his lore you can just shoot him an ask and he’ll likely answer! He’s planning on making an explanation video for his lore too, which will be really helpful. It’s the most interactive part of the life series (aside from the new “suggesting secrets for secret life” thing), of course the fandom will obsess over it!

It’s just disheartening to see people diss it so hard just because they think the fans are annoying. First of all, most posts that talk about that reek of cringe culture, second of all, have some respect for the hard work Martyn puts into this!!! There’s no reason to drag him down just because his work inspires the fandom more than you’d like it to. I’ve seen people say it’s just fan service. First of all, I don’t see a problem in him seeing fans talk about watchers a lot and think “let me give them more to work with!”, especially when second of all HE WAS PART OF EVO, I’M PRETTY SURE HE WAS ONE OF THE WRITERS FOR IT. He has full right to continue the watcher story. Also people don’t seem to realize the lore has existed since 3rd Life? Probably because we didn’t know it was watchers back then. But still, he didn’t randomly see watchers and go “I’ll do that”. Before the watcher reveal I think I saw watchers in the fandom like twice? Because Grian made the series. It was mostly just AUs anyway. So yeah. Martyn wasn’t like stealing fanon lore for clout he just wanted to use watchers and we went “that’s so cool” and went insane.

Within the series, the lore isn’t as overbearing as people claim it is either. Once again stop dragging Martyn down for gripes you have with other fans. There wasn’t even ANY in double life. In Limited Life, it was just a few rhymes and such, which was still awesome! His finale also added more to the lore, was very cinematic and cool. Lots of work put into it.

On that subject I also made it to the Limited Life Finale Stream!!! Explaining the lore and answering questions and giving behind the scenes information!!! It was great! Other members of the series helped him with his finale which is cool. He gives us tons of stuff to work with all the time, lore to theorize on, he just gives so so much to the fans. It’s no surprise at all that we love his lore.

Just… most hate I see is so misdirected towards Martyn. Don’t hate him because he made an incredible story! I stand in front of him with a sword and a shield and say “he is not your enemy! Everything you’re complaining about is because of the fans!” So you turn around to fight the fans only to see I am also standing in front of them with a sword and shield. But that is a conversation for another day.

Basically, Martyn lore so good he is great for the fandom and I cried ten million times while in this fandom. In a good way.

[rainecreatesstuff]

TW: Unreality, slight body horror, manipulative behaviour (not from the main characters)

This story refers only to the characters/personas portrayed by the content creators, not the ccs themselves.

Grian’s breath flowed out as puffs of white in the off-black void around him.

“No. No no no no, I can’t be gone yet, I’m not done yet, I’m not,” He gasped, tears— or, at least, a liquid that approximated tears— rolling down his cheeks.

He couldn’t be done. He still had so much left to do. He was just starting his big base. He’d pledged to protect Scar. Hell, Scar had just gotten his elytra! If Grian wasn’t there to protect him, to catch him when he inevitably broke it midair, then, then…

Scar didn’t deserve to experience permadeath again.

And Joel, he might not see Joel again, at least not any time soon. Who knew if Joel would ever be permitted on Hermitcraft, and the only time Grian got to see him was occasionally when he would visit Jimmy’s for game nights, and in those stupid, stupid death games. He just… He just needed more time.

“One more shot,” He whispered to himself, “And then I’m done. And then I’ll go back and wait for them all to wake up again.”

He closed his eyes, and pictured the world as best he could, pictured his starter base, and the weird white structure he was building. Pictured Joel’s beautiful house, the carefully carved copper rooves, the perfectly organized chests. He pictured Scar’s base, ever expanding as it was, the dangerous rail tracks, the precarious paths, the gemstone portal that tinged the world beneath it purple when the light hit it.

When his eyes opened again, the world was in front of him. He saw Joel and Jimmy running back to his body, carrying it into a safer room, trying desperately to stop the bleeding from his back, gently slapping his face, as if they could still save him.

Maybe Grian should give them the credit when he woke up.

He readied himself to enter the world, taking a deep breath. He took a step forward, just inside the world’s bounds.

“Hello, Avicula.”

Grian froze.

“Grian,” He said, his voice cold, “It’s Grian.”

The voice laughed, sending shivers through the universe around them. Grian felt what mimicked a heart in him tremble at the noise. A fickle reminder of his humanity, and yet a cry for it all the same. He did not turn to look at the voice. He had seen it all before. He hoped if he didn’t look back, if he ignored the eyes burning through his false-flesh, he might one day forget what it felt like to meet their eyes.

“Are you still playing your little games? Have you not tired of these mortals yet? We can find you new ones, you know. All you have to do is return to us.”

Grian tried to pinpoint the voice. It couldn’t be Primmis, but maybe Tertius, or Novisimme. They both held that lilt in their voice that made Grian feel dizzy.

“I’m not playing any games. And certainly none of yours. Leave me alone. Don’t come back to this world,” Grian pulled what little courage he had left and raised his head, making eye contact with one of the eyes that reflected back to him on the world’s barrier.

“Oh, come now, Avi. It has been so long, and look! You have not even fully developed yet. Come home. It’s time,” Grian tried not to flinch as a long, claw-like appendage came up to pet his wing.

He was suddenly glad he was incorporeal at the moment. Couldn’t throw up if you didn’t have a body to consume things with in the first place.

Dilectuous. Of course. It had to be Dilectuous that found him.

He let himself take a steadying breath, then pulled his wings closer to himself, nudging off the claws. Dilectuous let out a barely audible huff of annoyance, and Grian savoured what little inconveniences he could cause them.

“I’m never going back,” Grian growled, “Not in a million years.”

“Ungrateful,” Dilectuous hissed.

The claws came back, this time gripping both wings with the force of a million stars.

“We gifted you the universe at your fingertips. We have left you in peace for far too long, playing your little games. The mortals have made you vain. You have no problem using the powers we gift you for your enjoyment. Even now, you abuse them in order to cheat in a game you have created. And yet you scorn us,” Dilectuous’ tone turned to one of pure hatred, scratching the inside of Grian’s mind in such a way that he cringed at the feeling.

“A gift is freely given. You call my powers, and my wings, and everything that makes me anything like you a gift. And therefore, you don’t get to determine how I use them. You don’t get to control me because you’ve given these, these “gifts” to the wrong person,” Grian let his voice scratch, flaring out his wings, and finally turning and meeting the creature’s eyes.

After this long, the horror had gone for him. All that was left now was a feeling of disgust, and a feeling of rage. The song, though, that still played. It lured him in, crying for his obedience, pleading for his love. Grian ignored the song.

He felt the telltale itch of eyes opening through his false-flesh, and glared at Dilectuous with every one. Dilectuous glared back, unflinching, and Grian felt a low growl hum from his throat.

“You will return with me, now, or you shall never return again. This is your final chance. I have fought tooth and nail with the Council in order to keep you in our circle. If you do not come now, you will be forever banished from the circle. You will live the rest of eternity as this disgusting hybrid, never fitting in with mortals nor magics alike. Your powers will never develop, you will be stuck like this for the remainder of forever.”

Grian huffed a laugh.

“What do you think I’ve been trying to do? I’m not returning with you, Dilectuous. Leave, or I will rip your soul from this world’s code. How embarrassing would that be? You run off after the “hybrid” you’ve been chasing for years, and return after he’s torn you from a world. I might do it anyway,” Grian grinned widely, allowing the wild feeling that always came with being in this form to properly show.

Dilectuous scowled at him, disgusted and disappointed. Grian continued to smile back. Whatever got rid of the stupid creature and let him get back to Scar and Joel. And if Dilectuous was being genuine, maybe he really wouldn’t have to deal with the Watchers again. That’d certainly be nice.

“So, what will it be, Great Beloved? Because I haven’t got all day. I’ve got people waiting for me. Unlike you,” Grian dug once more, producing a low growl from Dilectuous.

Dilectuous’ glares turned burning, and for a moment Grian was sure his very being was burning up, before the feeling subsided and Dilectuous let out a hiss of annoyance.

“Last chance. Leave,” Grian growled.

The creature let out an ear-splitting screech, and Grian hid his cringe. Dilectuous’ void-black wings beat once, then lifted them off the ground. Grian used all his energy to hold himself upright as the wind hit him, threatening to leave him knocked over and vulnerable.

“You will regret this day, Avicula. The Watchers will not forget this great offence.”

With that, the being left, melting into the void like ice in water. Grian let himself breathe. He was shaking like a leaf, now that they had left. He felt his eyes close, until he could see normally again. The tear-liquid flooded his face again, and he grinned.

Grian had turned away a fucking Watcher.

The adrenaline slowly drained out of him, and stars, he was tired.

“Just a bit more,” He muttered to himself, turning back to the world, “I’ll sleep when I get back.”

He called upon his magic once more, pushing and pulling the world around him until he stood in front of his slowly-deforming body. Jimmy and Joel sat nearby, solemnly whispering to each other. Grian let himself become just real enough to put a hand on Jimmy’s shoulder, then turned to his body.

It wasn’t exactly a gruesome sight. Although maybe he’d just seen his own body enough times that it didn’t register. Blood still flowed from his back, and his face was split in two parts, floating away from each other. His torso was also split into a few pieces, some floating away, beginning to disintegrate.

Time to get to work, then.

Grian decided having his face in one piece first would be best. He pulled the pieces together, binding them together with strings of energy. He moved onto his torso, then his limbs, until his body was formed enough to maybe inhabit it. He gasped for air, stumbling backwards slightly.

Not quite ready yet. His hands were still missing quite a few particles, maybe not noticeable to the mortal eye, but to Grian it was glaringly obvious. He pulled energy out of the air around him, forming it into flesh and skin, and melded it to his hands.

He pulled away and looked over it all again. He should be good to go. His false-body was utterly exhausted. Just a bit more, and then he could fall back into his body, scare the life out of Jimmy and Joel, and then fall asleep.

Grian approached his body, kneeling down next to it. He put a hand on his chest, and pulled all the energy he had left in him towards his heart. He demanded it to beat again. He felt a stutter, the beginnings of a heartbeat. He pulled more energy from the air.

There it was. Grian sighed with relief, letting his shoulders drop. Almost done.

He moved his hands upwards, to his temples, and breathed himself into his body.

He opened his eyes slowly, gasping a stuttering breath of air. Jimmy gasped, rushing to his side.

“Oh my god. Oh my god. Grian?” Jimmy helped him sit up.

Grian groaned. Ugh. He did not miss pain, that was for sure. He blinked rapidly as his eyes readjusted to the colours and lights of existence. Pain bloomed from his back, and a whine drew itself from his lips as he leaned on Jimmy.

A bottle was held to his lips as he watched Joel push a totem into his hand. A warm liquid that tasted of berries coated his mouth and throat, and he felt the gash in his back weave itself back together.

“Hello,” He mumbled.

He heard Joel laugh, and smiled, letting all of his weight fall onto Jimmy. The world swirled around him in flashes of vibrant colours, the only solid things in sight being Joel and Jimmy.

“M’ tired,” He slurred, blinking sleepily.

“You’re alive,” Joel said with shock.

“No, ‘m tired.”

Jimmy giggled above him. He tried to focus on the sound. It was good to hear Jimmy happy. Jimmy hadn’t been happy in a long time. That was good.

“Stay awake just a bit longer, we’ve gotta get you home. Oh, gods, how’re we gonna get him home?” Joel asked.

Grian shrugged as best he could, remaining a solid weight on Jimmy’s shoulder. He could feel the welcoming embrace of sleep gripping his consciousness, slowly pulling him away from the world again. He let out a high-pitched whine. He didn’t want to go to sleep yet, he’d just got here. He had to make sure Jimmy and Joel were okay, and…

Something else. There was something else he’d had to do.

Jimmy shushed him soothingly, letting him fall a bit so he was more laying on Jimmy than anything else.

“I don’t think we’re getting him back like this. It’s already sundown anyways, let’s just sleep here. Then we can leave in the morning?”

Joel sighed.

“That might be our best option. Damn you, Jimmy,” Joel said lightheartedly.

“Hey! It’s not my fault Grian decided to run off and get himself killed!”

“It is,” Grian managed to mutter half-heartedly, smiling when it coaxed a laugh from Joel.

“Wah- Hey! You don’t get to talk! Go to sleep!”

“You’re just gonna ignore the words of a dead man? That’s a bit rude. I believe him. He said it’s your fault, then it’s your fault,” Joel grinned as Jimmy gawked.

Grian let the warmth of existence seep into him again, let himself smile as his friends argued. The totem still sat heavy in his hand, which he deduced must mean that he was pretty stable. He tried to open his eyes more, clear his head a bit, but felt another wave of exhaustion hit him. He’d forgotten how much dying took out of his body, especially on hardcore servers.

A yawn drew itself from his mouth, and he let his eyes fall shut. Jimmy and Joel’s voices fell back to whispers, and Grian mentally thanked them with what little consciousness he had left. He vaguely registered being lifted, followed by the softness of a pillow beneath his head, and the comfort of a blanket being laid over him.

He continued to slip away slowly, his already-muddled thoughts becoming even more discombobulated. He shifted onto his stomach, his wings forming a sort of shelter around him. He sighed contentedly.

“Sleep well, Grian,” A voice murmured.

Grian fell asleep.

[fuckdidcringe]

r/DIDcringe, aka r/Systemscringe aka “Dissociative Alliance”

hi everyone, my name is bug. i’m writing this post on an alt account because my main twitter account got suspended when i posted this stuff on it, due to the people this shit is about stalking me and i’m assuming they and their friends mass reported my twitter account to get it taken down (because twitter’s bots don’t check your actual account when you’re mass reported, they just ban you no questions asked. i’m currently appealing the suspension.)

now obviously everyone knows who/what r/DIDcringe is (or was), it’s a subreddit about mocking “fake” systems, whether they be endogenic or traumagenic. i’m gonna start this post by saying that i’m not innocent here. i absolutely WAS a member of r/didcringe and the discord server to go along with it. the point of this post isn’t about me, but it’s about the people who are stalking me, and acting like I’M the only bad guy in a situation in which they had all already been telling me to kill myself en masse and they also doxxed me.

(this’ll go below a read more because it’s gonna be a long ass post.)

so what happened was, i joined a minecraft smp server for people who are systems a long while back (like sometime last year?) and i got banned for posting someone in that server to r/didcringe, this is when i was an active member on the reddit. i got banned from the smp server when the admins found out, however Grian from the Wynncraft System was one of the admins of the minecraft smp server, who, after me being banned, they THEMSELF joined the fucking r/didcringe discord server. (the hypocrisy is already showing itself in this little bit.) then what happened was the entire r/didcringe discord server pretty much got overrun by terfs. nearly every active user at that point was either a terf or someone like the Wynncraft System who had been sucked into the terf rhetoric. basically, the subject of sex work came up and i said it wasn’t rape. as in, 2 consenting adults with one of them being a sex worker IS NOT rape... because you.. consented to it.. as a grown adult. anyways, the people on the server didn’t agree with this opinion i guess, and claimed ALL sex work is rape (once again with the TERF/SWERF rhetoric) and started calling me a “rape apologist.” that’s when the suicide baiting and doxxing came in, as well as insulting me and calling me a rape apologist, which obviously i’m not. here is the google drive folder “calling me out”: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/131d1HPR8vW1mexC-WYSPYVZ4jcUlFKnw

this folder is created by a user known as “Grian” from the Wynncraft System, they, in fact, despite pretending to be innocent, actually told me to kill myself the MOST and is the most hypocritical person i’ve ever met. the screenshots below are of him calling me a rape apologist and saying i “need to” kill myself, which, as someone with psychosis is a specifically worded way to make someone enter an episode. that’s the kind of way a manipulative/abusive person tells someone to kill themself. obviously, i was thrown into a panic attack/mental episode/breakdown over all of this. which was when i said the insulting/hurtful things in the screenshots on that drive folder^^

not only Grian from the Wynncraft System is a piece of shit here, because plenty of the other people in this screenshot are horrible people as well! the person in the screenshot above, “Vingus” or “vinnie” was the one to doxx me. (technically it wasn’t doxxing but they searched my usernames/info to find my irl name, old job, etc.) they then attempted to email my old job and get me fired. look, i don’t give a fuck if you’re an asshole to me in drama on the internet, that’s not a reason to FUCKING DOXX SOMEONE AND ATTEMPT TO RUIN THEIR LIVELIHOOD IRL. 

here are more screenshots:

there’s vin doxxing me.

btw these are people who claim to have OSDD/DID and be trauma victims, they want sympathy when they treat other mentally ill people like this. do not befriend these freaks.

anyways, this is getting long enough already but here’s my side of the drama. here is a google doc folder with all my images, since these assholes will probably try their best to get this account/post banned too. (if this account/post disappears, it’s because they ARE stalking me and mass reporting any posts i make about them.)

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1ZDzUW2Kd5Ev6uRjgQmrd8Q5NS8XdUroW?usp=sharing

and here is a document containing most of the mods/admins who are the worst offenders in these images. https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Uqi-b2Kci07E9QnWJftpnKty7m77O5R_7eE_46BiZNE/edit?usp=sharing

anyways, everyone (except these people) have a nice day!

[redstone-sun]

question: is there anything in TRSNS that you wish you could’ve added or elaborated on but had to cut out? it probably goes without saying, but if this is the case i’d kind of love to hear about it

Hoo boy, okay, here we go. Short answer, yes. Long answer…ahem. Below the cut. I apologize in advance.

So, as you all know, I had not seen the original redstoner series when I began this fic. Pablo Punchwood was a later addition, as was the phenomenon scene, the mirror scene, and the nightmares. I wrote the whole thing in chunks, like it is now, but there was a lot of rearranging that happened. I started by writing Grian going through the portal to find Mumbo. There was a time when Pablo happened when Mumbo blacked out after helping Grian. But that’s besides the point.

The healing process is different for everyone, and I think the overall arc I created is fully fleshed out and developed. HOWEVER. There are certainly a lot of little things that I’ve considered adding, including some things from some of the asks on this blog(blue shirt anon, the death message thing). Also, I had only ever seen Mumbo’s, Grian’s and a few of Iskall’s episodes when I wrote this and that is why the proverbial camera sticks so closely to those three. I have since then tried to write in more hermits but I can’t do it smoothly enough. I also wanted to write a version where Mumbo kills almost all the hermits and almost all of them come back maimed. It started out well enough, but I still just didn’t know enough to pull it all together.

I also think it could be beneficial to explore Mumbo’s suicidal ideations and self hatred more and expand on his inner dialogue. I think that as it is currently it works as a full component of the fic but it would have been interesting to see more of that. I also think Iskall and Grian could do with a little more metaphorical screen time.

It’s hard to write Minecraft fanfic because there’s so many game dynamics that you can adopt or change or explain or leave out all together. This fic is fairly low on Minecraft game dynamics, but it would be interesting to do more with that, either through the death notifications like the one ask said or by just adding more Minecraft-y things in general. However, I do have a version that I’m working on that will be completely separate from Minecraft and Hermitcraft because I want something I can send to people who don’t know what the hell I’m talking about. It stands alone as a short story because it’s about healing and character development that can be wholly separated from Minecraft.

This fic would have been so much different had I actually known what redstoner really was. It probably would have been simultaneously darker and more humorous and also probably a lot shorter. I honestly don’t think I would have enjoyed writing it as much, and I don’t think it would have gotten so much feedback if I had. Still, there are some things in house_owner’s series that I would have liked to explore. The actual effect of the red sun, the fact that he made the red sun, command blocks, etc. etc.

On the Discord server, I’ve written so many AU versions of TRSNS. I think the current count is somewhere near 8, all different lengths and all different focuses. The original will always, always be my favorite, but it’s been fun to explore what else could have been. Some of these are just changes in secondary themes such as the incredibly gorey Tear Me Apart, or are set in other Hermitcraft AUs like the overexposed AU.

Something else I might want to actually write later(still deciding whether I’d actually add it) would be something my literal, actual father asked me about. So, he’s religious, and basically what he said is that there’s three steps to forgiveness. Apologizing(making up with yourself), forgiveness(from the other person), and atonement(making up with God/the world). The way he described it in this context would be as soon as Mumbo is sufficiently unboxed, he’d offer himself as Grian’s wings/arms and Iskall’s voice. That way he’s putting in the energy to make up for what he did by taking it away, even though it wasn’t necessarily his fault. I sort of wrote it in a crossover fic I did(long story) but it’d be an interesting conclusion to the whole mess.

Speaking of that particular crossover, it’s very Pablo-centric. And that’s another thing I’d like to clear up or even just conclude. I can’t remember if I wrote the final letter in to the Ao3 version of TRSNS, but basically I have a couple paragraphs where Pablo makes it home and leaves a letter to Mumbo under a rock. I didn’t really expect everyone to love Pablo as much as they do(a lot of people have adopted him as a dad, similar to Joe), and some even asked me if Pablo came back. That’s just me pandering to the masses, though, even though I think that ending with that letter is a good choice.

ALSO, if y’all haven’t guessed/read, this is a huge projection fic. It’s a lot of my own healing experiences and personal relationships. It isn’t based on anything specific(well, the red sun is), but it’s an extremely personal and emotional fic. That’s why it’s so good and why it’s gotten this sort of reaction is because I’m writing about what I know and I’m writing with confidence. If it was just a Mumbo killing people fic, it wouldn’t be a quarter as interesting or good as it is now. But that’s besides the point. I think if I had to rewrite the whole thing over again, besides adding in the other hermits, I’d add more about Mumbo and the red sun. How they talk to each other. How Mumbo feels pulled back but revolted at the fact that he feels it. Sort of an emotionally manipulative red sun(totally not a projection :) ). Someone in the server brought up a similar idea and I had to yeet myself out of the chat because it was hitting way too close to home, but I think that exploring that sort of thing in this space where I’m comfortable and confident could be beneficial to me.

ANYWAY, oversharing time’s over. Rereading the actual original ask this stemmed from, I didn’t actually cut out that much from the original fic, and the length shows it. It was more changing and rearranging things. I don’t think there’s any scenes or anything that were in the original that I had to cut out entirely. There was some things that I wrote after finishing it and just never added, but I don’t think that counts.

So, yeah! If y’all have any other specific questions about this, feel free to shoot ‘em my way. I’m going to be posting a ‘How TRSNS Came to Be’ post eventually because I wanted to write out a brief synopsis of my rise to STARDOM(lol) and this is my blog where I can put random stuff like that. Thank you for the ask, and sorry again for the length!

[lunarblazes]

god okay i’m tipping my hat in here because i agree with EVERYTHING mem just said and MORE. i’d been watching hc7 for a while, since about the early-mid season, at the recommendation of my partner, and i sort of flitted in and out. i drew some grian art which i will NEVER post here because it physically hurts me to look at. i distinctly remember the teaser grian posted and i remember being excited but like. not at a distinct level. i was like oh neat! i’ll watch that!

and then It Happened. almost exactly a year ago to the hour at the time i’m writing this. and i just remember feeling so happy while watching the first episode. i was hooked immediately. i then spent the ENTIRE DURATION OF THE SERIES trying to hook people in with me. i wrote fanfiction. i started posting more on here. i just went crazy. the day the finale came out i was alone in my house and i had the freedom to shriek and cry and just completely lose it and it was SO different from anything else i’d ever seen. it was pure magic, really.

and then hermbi happened! and suddenly i had An Avenue for thoughts and feelings and insane ramblings about this series. and i’ve never been normal since. i’ve made so many friends and my entire social media experience has changed for the better based on this fandom and how it acts. i had anxiety attacks because of how bad twitter was but i didn’t have any other social avenue to discuss things. tumblr provided me with that.

so. yeah! i fuckin love this series dude

I'm sure someone who has time and their thoughts in order could write essays about this, and probably have, but 3rd Life was such a cultural reset point for the entire fandom that it's wild to think about. There is a distinct before 3rd Life and after 3rd Life for everything--how the CCs and the fandom interact with storylines and RP, the "start" of desert duo, renchanting, ethubs, flower husbands, etc on and on. That's just some of the iconic elements of it, not even touching the personal ways it has impacted people. The impact it's had on this fandom is almost hard to comprehend it's so vast.