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muchmossymess · 8 months ago

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GUYS okay hear me out majoras mask boat boys au

I love legend of zelda I love boat boys this is like the ultimate combination of my interests you cannot understand the brainrot. Idk what to call it yet tho... majoras minecraft? Anyway prepare for an essay

OKAY so we have the Hero of Time, Etho, who stopped ganons plans before they started, and would be stuck in a child's body if not for the fact I think that'd be a lil weird for the more shippy aspects of this au that all the running through time aged his soul and his body followed suit (he's still got a young appearance, and the mask doesn't make him look older like he thinks). Same reason he has the scar over his eye (from the ganon fight); no matter how much the body may heal or rewind the mind will not forget.

Then navi (maybe bdubs?) left him, and he went with epona (maybe bdubs instead? (eponas a horse iydk)) and he sets out on a journey aka the beginning of mm:

Wandering through the woods on epona, gets jumped by skull kid. For those unaware, there is skull kid, a lonely lil sweetheart, and he wears the mask, an entity on its own. He also has two fairies, siblings tael and tatl.

So I was a little unsure about this for a while, but I think I've decided on grian for the skull kid and Jimmy for tael, grian bc watchers and Jimmy bc skull kid is not very nice to tael (bc of the mask) and like a listeners reference or smth blah blah blah

TATL. that's who's interesting. At the beginning she gets separated from her friends and becomes your companion. So naturally for this au she is our favourite joel smallishbeans. It works so well. Tatl is mean but cares, and that's joels dynamic with the bad boys and with etho, guys it's literally perfect idc what you say

I think it doesn't change much throughout like the story of the game, but just taking dialogue tatl says to link and its so perfect for a sassy joel to a "can't believe I'm dealing with this shit again" etho. Uh one thing different though; in hylian form etho doesn't have an ocarina but instead a mini marimba. Just because. I think it's cool, and for potential things later on.

Now, fairies in this au are just tiny glowing people shaped things with wings. The glow around them is their magic, and depending on emotions/energy the brightness changes (thats why they look like flying balls of light). Some fairies have the ability to make projections of themselves, more hylian sized in nature. This can be intimidation or distraction or w/e, but they cant do it for long periods of time bc its exhausting. These forms aren't physical. Just sized up light projections of their actual bodies.

So for a lot of their journey, joel is just a cute pocket sized ball of rage and sarcasm, who helps with ethos aim for fighting. Bc that's a game mechanic and also ethos like half blind. But like when joel calms down imagine him crawling into ethos hat and just dozing off. He can fit in the palm of your hand like guys it's so cute. But he is also capable of being worse than a mozzie

Oh probably a good point to put in what I imagine etho looks like. So it's typical link green (maybe a bit dampened?), weird pointy hat, short hair (white ofc), his shirt is more of a jacket with a fluffy cold weather collar, it's a bit too big for him but he knows he'll grow into it, he's all knobbly and thin (underfed a lil, boy was never taught how to care for himself beyond basic survival). His injured eye is red bc of ganon, and often gives him phantom pains. It can't be healed.

Anyway, at some point in their journey together, etho and joel learn a song that let's fairies have a larger physical form, no wings, sorta like the great fairies (who they learnt it from prolly). It isn't permanent, slowly draining ethos magic meter, the spell ends when you run out of magic. This is because I want them to actually be able to stand side by side or maybe hug, and also bc its hard to block a blow with your body when ur tennis ball sized.

Aaaaand, this ties back in with with marimba. What if ethos injured, or unconscious, and he obviously can't defend himself, so joel panics and plays the marimba in what he hopes is the right order to give himself a body. I imagine that being that small, you could not play an ocarina. And hey maybe joel carries etho away after that, and when the spell ends he has barely any light emitting from himself because he spent nearly all his magic (what he is made of) saving etho.

But this song isn't used much, because of its draining nature, and you can't really do any other magic things while it's going. So it's mostly just in the final fight (over and over) or tough moments or maybe joel wants to experience something like hoe hylians do. It's obviously inferior to how he experiences things as a fairy, of course, he's just curious thats all. He totally doesn't want etho to do it more.

Okay I think ill sorta stop here, I am NOT done, I will probably post some art I've done for this later lol, and I want help with who everyone else is (mumbo is the moon. You cannot stop me nor change my mind) with mcyts to npcs

#oh it feels so good to get this out of my system i have been sitting on this for MONTHS #apologies of it isnt SUPER coherent i never said i was eloquent and i was really just word vomitting my ideas onto the screen #if anyone had any questions or stuff to add i would cry /positive #yeah like yall are so good if you want to take your own spin on this or anything i would love to know so bad #i need to like scream from the rooftops #majoras minecraft au #joel smallishbeans #smallishbeans #jimmy solidarity #grian #ethoslab #etho #majoras mask #boat boys #smalletho #majoras mask au #trafficblr #moss' madness #i think thats all the tags...?

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ethoglrl · 1 year ago

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Thinking about a hc/ls powers au where triplets!Grian, Pearl and Jimmy are villains and heroes!Scar, Mumbo and Ren are trying to stop them (while not realizing how corrupt the organization they work for is) (im calling this AU Eyes Ears and Mouths or EEM for short)

Like okok consider, consider:

Civilian Grian and Scar crushing on each other, maybe borderline dating (like they go out for things that are totally dates but if anyone brings it up "nooo we're just friends guyssss how many times do I have to say it!") and then bam, hero and villain fight happens that night, next day they see each other and Scar's limping, brushing it off as "oh I fell" when it was villain!Grian (aka Watcher) who had scratched his leg deep, or Grian having to cancel cause he "feels sick" when really hero!Scar (HotGuy.. duh) had hit him with an arrow and he desperately needed time to heal

Consider as well :

Pearl, Grian and Jimmy as young kids, running around the streets, orphaned, eventually learning about their powers and struggling to control them without their parents teaching them how

Consider:

Jimmy discovering his powers when he went to steal some clothes for winter, having had to try to run from a mall cop (malls were usually easier as they were more crowded. Easier to escape if the doors were close by) but getting tackled to the ground, him immediately panicking and then going full Listener

Jimmy almost killing the cop as he went full Listener (wings and feathers sprouting from the sides of his face by his ears and all down his back and legs, fingers and toes becoming sharp talons, ears floating all around him kind of like a vertical halo if that makes sense) and couldn't stop himself from using his powers (the listeners themselves going into the man's mind, invading his thoughts, taking them and his memories away, paralyzing him while Jimmy scratches him deep, not realizing how strong he is, trying to escape the man's grasp)

Pearl and Grian watching this, almost scared of their youngest brother, not knowing if he'll snap at any moment

Less angsty but consider :

Civilian!Scar and Mumbo being friends, not knowing the other is the hero they work with as the organization has a 100% identity hidden rule and if your identity is revealed to anyone you're kicked off the team

Okay now time to explain the powers so it's less confusing LOL

Villains -

Grian : Watcher : when in watcher mode, like Listener and Speaker, feathers and wings sprout out by his ears and on his back to his legs, his being a reddish-orange, and his toes and fingers turn into sharp talons, while purple eyes surround his face, helping him to see more of what's going on around him. Wears a dark purple cloak with some holes for his wings, and a simple metal band with the watcher emblem on it for a mask : is able to send the watchers (aka some little eye things, think like how most people draw eyes around watcher!grian, little 2D purple things) to attack his victim(s), shooting little balls of... well, nobody knows what, at the target(s)

Pearl : Speaker : when in speaker mode, like Listener and Watcher, feathers and wings sprout out by her ears and on her back to her legs, hers being a more bluey-white, fingers and toes turning into sharp talons, while small mouths float around her head, telling her dark secrets of those she wishes. Wears a dark blue cloak and a similar metal band to grian as a mask, but with a different symbol (I'll make the symbols for her and Jimmy eventually) : is able to send the speakers (aka little mouths) to attack her target(s), where they then scream their dark secrets, things that make them feel guilty or hurt or generally bad, at them, in words only they can hear, giving the victim(s) such powerful headaches (not to mention negative feelings) that they crumble to the ground

Jimmy : Listener : when in listener mode, like Speaker and Watcher, feathers and wings sprout out by his ears and on his back to his legs, his being bright yellow, fingers and toes turning into sharp talons, while small ears float around his head, helping him hear everything going on around him. Wears a dark yellow cloak, with a metal band like the other two for a mask but with his own symbol : is able to send the listeners (aka little ears) to infiltrate his target(s), going into their head and thoughts, temporarily sucking out almost every thought and memory, making is nearly impossible for the victim(s) to move as they struggle against the listeners in their mind

Bdubs : Moss ("I don't want a good name, my name's just gonna be my power. What about it?") : wears a blanket (he swearssss it's a costume but idk mannn) that's literally just covered in moss, mushrooms, I think a tree is growing in there, nobody knows but it makes him more powerful, as well as uses some moss to make a mask kinda like the one ethos mc skin has yk : pretty much can control plants and nature, especially good at moss and moss covered objects, even able to conjure up some moss on himself as a protective measure if needed

Etho : Winter (listen he's Canadian let's cut him some slac-) : ... literally just what ethos MC skin looks like, his hair is naturally a blonde but turns white when using his powers : can make it snow and hail, can form snow and ice in his hands as well as is always freezing to the touch, and can literally freeze victims with a touch if wanted

Martyn : Shadow : ... last life shadow alliance Martyn, need I say more? : can jump into and out of shadows (as if they're portals), as well as can use them to completely hide himself (so unless you know he's there, you can't see him) and can also use the shadows to attack you if you're in them or close enough to them

Scott : Heartbreaker : simple teal jumpsuit or whatever heroes always wear with some gold accessories and white and gold accents on the jumpsuit itself, with a very fancily embroidered mask (Hes gay he needs everything to be extra /stereotyping) : is able to drive wedges between teammates or.. well, anyone really. Can be as simple as a distrusting glance between each partner after he uses the power, or as much as them no longer able to work together, or screaming at each other rather than fighting the villains

Heroes -

Scar : HotGuy : ... well we all know typical hotguy attire must I really say : can fly (without wings unlike the triplets) and always hits with his bow without fail, except in extremely specific circumstances

Mumbo : RedStone (listen, he was told to come up with a name himself, he never said he was creative) : kind of looks like that tuxedo guy from sailor moon except he has a mustache that's very prominent : telekinesis, an extremely strong version of it in fact. Is able to rip chunks out of walls and rip concrete up from the street to make a shield easily, as well as throw people around (although he does MUCH better with inanimate objects than with people or living things like Bdubs' moss and trees)

Ren : WereDog, eventually becomes WereKing : originally just simple red t-shirt and overalls with some pockets for what he needs, and when he rebrands to WereKing, wears much more kingly fashion, a red cape with puffy white.. stuff (idk what it is I don't sew) on the lining, a "crown" as his mask with a frilly shirt on under it (probably just jeans for his pants idk I just like his design in my mind so that's why he gets a paragraph of it) : can turn into any kind of canine (a wolf, a dog, a coyote, whatever) (yes I spent more time imagining his costume than his power shhhhh)

More characters and their info to squeeze in -

X : leader of the heroes, though not of the organization : mostly plans out who patrols where (sometimes the upper management gives *suggestions* on where certain heroes should go), what heroes to use in a given situation, disciplining heroes who mess up (no matter how bad), usually is the one who fires and *sometimes* hires heroes (also does other more boring stuff I ain't explaining it all)

Doc : a more minor hero called Monster : when using his power turns giant, green and fuzzy (like a weird hulk) (doesn't wear a mask as he looks almost 100% different when using his powers) : also like the hulk is extremely strong, and can also explode when wanted (this does leave pretty severe burn marks on him, however he will survive)

Those are the only ones I really have done so far LMAO I need time to think. I will update when I have ideas !!!

Tempted to make this a fic, if you'd read it lmk and I can make one on ao3 or just a shorter one on here, post it as little one shots of certain scenes if you can't read a whole fic

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stiffyck · 2 years ago

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I like to headcanon that grian was always a watcher. In my version of the universe, players spawn in in empty worlds (usually alone, *usually* in survival) and so the player is left alone until they beat the dragon, after which they get a portal to like a world hub kind of thing where they can join new worlds and meet people.

But grian, ohhhh but grian, he spawned in a creative world, why? Because he’s a watcher. To me, watcher powers are basically creative+spectator mode, so what better, in character, way for a young watcher to be trained than just dumping them into an empty world with godlike powers.

But, because he’s in creative, he never beats the dragon, and never gets the portal. But not to worry, because one day he wakes up on the ground, with a strange symbol carved into the stone beneath him because when a world decides it needs a watcher, it’ll just yoink one from who knows where. But Grian doesn’t know that, so he’s just confused. He spends a few weeks alone, confused by his inability to just summon matter out of thin air, and he slowly learns how to actually keep himself alive.

Eventually, other people start appearing, and while wary of them at first, grian slowly warms up to them and things are fine for a while.

But one evening, the others begin lamenting how far in the past they are. Grian doesn’t quite understand what they mean, but he does know that everything looks different, and the world is missing so many of the blocks he used to have. This sticks with him, and one day, still thinking about this, he absentmindedly wishes there was something he could do about it. The next thing he knows, he’s waking up on the ground next to a portal. He hides it because some instinct tells him to, and he decides to make a little puzzle of it. This continues every time the others express their discontentment with the version.

When the watchers of evo begin truly showing themselves, grian feels none of the reverence or fear the others do. He doesn’t know why, but he feels like he could take one of these ‘watcher’ guys, so he messes with them a bit.

Eventually, the dragon fight happens, and grian is confused and scared and doesn’t know what he’s doing, because he’s never done this before. And when the watchers take him, he’s sad, sure, but he’s also never felt more understood.

I’m realizing this is already super long am do don’t feel like typing out all of the details of my post-watcher taking but pre-hermitcraft grian lore. But if you want it I guess I can tomorrow when it isn’t 4am

OOOOOH THIS IS SUPER COOL!

I'm not a big watcher grian fan but I love this idea!

#asks #stiff talk #grian #watcher grian

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wolfiegirlxox · 2 years ago

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Watcher!Pixlriffs Headcannon Because I Can

Ok so after that sus Grian line from the crossover finale I've had Watcher!Pix rotating in my head and I want to get it out into the world!

So when Pix was a young watcher he was assigned to watch Hermitcraft, each week he would write up a report on the goings-on in the server to submit to his higher-ups. As time went on Pix came to love watching the server and enjoyed writing the reports, even if most watchers considered it to be nothing more than boring paperwork.

Eventually, due to some problems and disagreements, he had with the watchers as a whole he left them to go and live as a player, following the new-world motions he had watched the Hermits go through time and time again.

Eventually, he made his way into the general Minecraft world and, disguised as a simple player, made many friends as he learned more about the players. One of the things he learned was of the general fascination with large, private servers many players held and he quickly discovered Hermitcraft was one of them.

After making some help from some of his new player friends Pix once again started to watch the Hermits and crafting reports on their activity, however, this time instead of it simply going to the watcher archives, his reports where published to the general public.

Even while in Empires SMP Pix still took the time to watch the Hermits and write up his weekly report.

When the Hermits entered Empires Pix was shocked when he found out they knew about his watching them but quickly realized that they had simply heard of his weekly reports. While interacting Pix was grateful that the Hermits never questioned how he knew so much about them. Though he could never be certain, a comment from Grian as he approached the rift to return home made him wonder if the knew what he was all along.

That's my rambling for now, pretty much all I got lol. If you have any questions send them my way and I'll try to answer them.

#Pixlriffs #Hermitcraft #Empires SMP #Watchers #Watcher Pixlriffs #Watcher!Pixlriffs #Headcannons #Word Vomit #I ironically don't actually watch Pix outside of the recap so if anything seems wrong let me know.

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hanahaki-disease · 2 years ago

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Haven't I Given Enough?

A Hermit!Tommy HC x DSMP Crossover

Chapter 10 | What a Sight for Sore Eyes

Summary: And though Tommy looks different than the ball of joy and energy he once was, Pearl knows her son is home at last.

Words: 4453

Notes: Chapter title is from "Heather" by Connan Grey

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Tommy stormed down the other side of the mountain Mumbo’s base was on, the floating Blackstone creating fuzzy shadows along the grass. He wonders when he’ll be able to see the mustache man. Everything he knows about redstone, Mumbo taught him–through his educational videos of course. Hours were spent hunched over the broken communicator that Martyn had given him on the other side of the portal all those years ago. It was something that could distract him from the cold bed he woke up in at Philza’s place, keep his mind away from the war and bloodshed that flooded the Dream SMP.

But as he walked down the hill, the furthest thing from his mind was the mustache'd man. Tommy had one goal that day after seeing his uncle: finding his mother.

If Grian was here on the server, the chances of his mother being here were high, it would explain why and how he knew where she was. It only made sense, and if Tommy could fly, he would go straight back to the shopping district and demand the location of his mother from Iskall or Stress. Tommy knew better than to ask Xisuma right now.

To be honest, Tommy was slightly afraid of the admin. His past experiences with some weren't exactly…pleasant to say the least. Grian–his first admin technically–had been taken by watchers before his eyes, abandoning him in a world with people he didn’t know. Dream has quite literally beat the shit out of him and manipulated his best friend to exile Tommy. Sufficient to say, Tommy’s only hope to learn where his mother is was to ask Doc, Stress, or Iskall. He would ask the other hermits on the server but spending nearly a month in hiding wasn’t the best way to explain to someone where you were in an introduction.

Tommy climbed the dirt staircase on the other side of Mumbo’s mountain, if he could only find a nether portal, he would be set. From the way Iskall talked about the nether hub, it was organized and easy to navigate so Tommy should have no problem finding his way to Iskall’s base through it. The only problem was actually getting there.

The fake town before him left Tommy in awe. Brightly lit window shops and vibrant flowers lined the clean streets and the sound of theme park music played from somewhere further in the strip. It was very different from what Tommy has seen–granted he hasn’t seen much, but it was still different, a good difference he thought. In one window display, popcorn buckets of all shapes and sizes promoted the savory snack that lay inside the shop. Another had merchandise for the park’s mascot, a gray and white cat named Jellie who smiled beside a man in a tophat and his own wide grin.

“Oh, um, hello,” Tommy turned around. Behind him was the man in the poster, but his clothes were different. Instead of the tophat and gray-colored suit, he wore a safety vest and a hard hat that was too big for his head. The man was tall, not as tall as Doc or Xisuma, Tommy thought, but he stood near eye level with Tommy. “Are you lost? Where did you come from?”

“Tell me where your nether portal is, tall man!” Tommy didn’t answer his questions. He was still on a mission to find his mum and the mischievous-looking man before him was an obstacle in Tommy’s way. “I have to find someone and the cowardly bitch over there won’t tell me where she is!” He glared at the base of floating rocks behind the theme park.

“Woah, Woah, Woah, cool it with the cursing, young one!” The man raised one of his hands to try and calm Tommy down. “What do you mean ‘find your mom’? Is she here in hermitcraft or did you get lost in the world hub?”

“I think she’s here,” Anger still bubbled within Tommy’s chest. How could Grian keep him away from his mother? It wasn’t his choice who he could see or not see and it wasn’t like Grian was his other parent. And, yeah, Tommy thought of Grian as a pseudo-father figure when he was younger, but that naïvety had worn away during the first war on the Dream SMP. “Uncle Grian won’t tell me where she is and I have a right to fuckin’ know! She’s my mum!”

The man looked past him and glanced at Grian’s base. “Okay, okay. I’ll help you. My name’s Scar, what’s yours?”

“Tommy.”

“Alright, Tommy,” Scar moved to stand next to the younger of the two, a smile etching his way across his face. Tommy couldn’t help but feel wary of Scar. Maybe it was the way he smiled, it felt unnerving like at any moment he would place a spell on him and run with the items in his pocket. Maybe it was the way the scars littered his face and hands that left the cheery man with an unbalanced look; how could a guy with so many scars act as if he was the happiest person in the world? It made no sense. “Can you tell me anything about your mom? Her name, what she looks like, stuff like that. If she is here, it shouldn’t take us long to find her, there aren’t that many of us after all.”

He thought about what he knew about his mother. It had been a while since he thought about what she looked like, trying to only remember her voice and the warmth of her hugs. Surely his mother couldn’t look too different than himself, right? He had to have gotten his looks from somewhere and he was sure that he didn’t look like his biological father, whoever he was. Tommy remembers his mum refusing to talk about him. Why, Tommy never got the chance to ask.

“Um,” Tommy stammered. “She has blue eyes, I know that.”

“Okay, anything else?” Scar led them to one of the buildings in the keyholes beside main street. It was taller than most of the other structures, with smooth quartz and bright blue accents that brought his attention to the main entrance.

“Her hair was browner than mine, I think,” Tommy stared at all of the chests lining the back wall, each one labeled with a picture of the contents inside. “But I’m not sure.”

“That’s alright, people change their hair color all the time!” Scar pushed open a door and motioned for Tommy to follow. On the other side, extra props and backup flowers scattered the area, maybe it was a storage area for the main street. “I know for sure that Joe changes his almost every season. I think in season five his hair was like, pink for months, and last season his hair was neon green!”

Below main street was a wall of more chests, they were also labeled but it seemed useless because covering the ground around them were shulker boxes of every color. Scar walked around them as if they had always been there and he had just grown used to the maze of shulkers. Tommy, however, stared in awe at the amount of them. Sure he had his own, Iskall gave it to him and even then he was surprised at how casually he gave it to Tommy, but looking at all the ones Scar had let Tommy believe that shulkers were something of the norm here.

On the other side of the shulker sea, Scar waited patiently for Tommy to make his way through the maze, the same gray cat from the poster lay across his shoulders. “Have you been in the nether hub before?”

Tommy shook his head. “No problem! Everything has a sign so it shouldn’t be too hard for you to understand how it works. Anyway, is there anything else you remember about your mom? Her name perhaps?”

When they reached the central room of the hub, Tommy stared in awe at the artificial void that surrounded them. Four libraries, one in each cardinal direction, seemed to float in midair. Stars twinkled in the void, blinking back at Tommy with a soft assurance that everything would be okay; he hoped the fake stars weren’t lying. Bridges connected the libraries in each corner to make it easier for people without wings, which Tommy was quite glad about, each little landing had desks and opened books as if someone had been studying recently. The tree in the middle wasn’t something to ignore either. It was tall and thin, standing firm in the center with its sturdy gray limbs spanning the ceiling above them. Leaf-like things fell from the branches above them and piled up on the walkways, but it wasn’t messy, it had added to the charm and peacefulness that radiated from this nether hub. A far cry from the hub in the Dream SMP.

There were no cobblestone bridges that stretched far over lava lakes and crossed at unstable points. Ghasts didn’t shoot them down and kill them in the burning air. Piglins and hoglins didn’t spawn in front of the portals and hunt them down as soon as they got close. It was different.

“Uhm,” Tommy took a hesitant step on one of the floating bridges. Despite Scar standing before him, perfectly fine on the crimson wood, the blond boy was slightly scared that the floor would fall under the weight of them both. “Her name…Her name was Pearl, I think? I don’t remember many people calling her name, I was five-fucking-years old, so what do I know?”

Scar stopped in his tracks causing Tommy to bump into his back. “Oi, big man, why’d you stop?”

“Pearl?” He said shocked. “As in Pearlescentmoon–Pearl?”

“Yeah! That’s her name!” A smile widened on Tommy’s face. Finally! One of his questions was answered. “You know her? She’s here on this server?”

“She joined hermitcraft last season,” Scar continued his path down the bridges, pivoting into the first major hall at the end of the path. “Her and another young lady named GeminiTay. They’re both such good builders, like, last season your mom built an entire mountain to put her megabase on top of, it was insane and the terraforming was very much Scar-approved.” He laughed as they walked along the andesite path. “Sometimes I think she might be better than me!”

The side hall Scar walked in was a short forest-like tunnel, rocks, and soft moss covered the ground with small bushes of flowers dotted here and there. Towards the back of the hall the floor split in three. One path led up to a quarts-lined portal, gold and warped wood details broke the earthy colors of the tunnel and brought Tommy’s attention to it. Under the portal, the second path in the tunnel, was another, this time it had deepslate over it. Jagged edges and gilded Deepslate made a clear way through the rocks. The last, the one Scar was standing next to, had alien foliage creeping up the obsidian. Blue mushrooms and purple flowers, much larger than lilacs or peonies, glowed in the dim light.

There was a sign on one of the mushroom stems, ‘Pearl’ it read. “This is her portal, it should take you to her storage room in her base.” Tommy stood in front of the swirling purple magic, scared of what lies ahead. “Would you like me to go with you?” Scar went first, his body fading away in a flurry of magic, he gave a smile and a wave before he disappeared.

On the other side of the portal, chests lined the walls much like Scar’s, but these were all organized and proper. And while Scar’s had labels, something told Tommy that they weren’t exactly filled with the items the chests were labeled with. The floors were the same warped wood color as the mushrooms that covered the portal on the other side. Scar was standing to the side of the storage room, leaning against the wall by the stairs that led up to the first floor.

“You can take a tour of her base later,” Scar walked up the stairs, Tommy in tow, as they made their way up to Pearl’s bedroom. “But from what I’ve heard from Gem and Impulse–you’ll meet them later, Impulse is so funny and his beard is magnificent this season, though this is the only season he’s had a beard but compared to the beard Cub had a while ago, I prefer Impulse’s. And Gem is a treat, I tell you. But don't let her looks fool you, she is ruthless when it comes to a fight, though she got her butt kinda kicked when she went up against False –anyway, this is her room. I’ll be downstairs.”

Tommy stared at the door, the older man’s footsteps fading into silence in the background.

Years he wondered if his mother was alive. If she was still walking through servers after her disappearance, looking for him. Maybe she stayed in one place and mourned him, ridden with grief at the possibility that she would never see him again. Or could she have found an empty world and stayed until he found her, patiently waiting till either her death or the disappearance of the world.

He knows that a part of him fully believed his mother died all those years ago. When the figure in the sky grabbed his uncle, who was now not dead but still a traitor for not telling him where his mother was, and his mother that at some point died. That the reason for her not finding him, for not saving him from everything that had happened in his old server, was because she couldn't. How many times did he wake up from nightmares about that night with a small part of him hoping his mother would be there to make him feel safe, to brush his hair from his face away and tell him it was all a dream.

Carefully, as if the wood would shatter, Tommy knocked on the door. “Not now, Gem.” He heard his mother say from the other side. “I don’t feel like talking.” Tommy didn’t heed her wish. He had come too far to step away now.

When he opened the door, he couldn’t see much in the dark but he could vaguely see the form of a person lying across the bed. They faced the only open window, their back towards him as he stepped inside. It was hard to tell but something was attached to their back, like wings of some sort. They lay behind them, spread across the empty part of the bed, mostly hidden beneath the blanket that wrapped around them.

“Gem, I said I didn’t want–” She sat up and faced Tommy. Her hair was noticeably disheveled a bit, it frizzed up beside her head and clung to her face. The wings drooped down when she saw him, the light green becoming brightening up in color from the sun.

It was then Tommy felt like he couldn’t breathe. For so long he wished, prayed, and hoped he could see his mother again. Wished upon every star in the sky like Phil told him. Prayed to Lady Irene and Kristin to help him find her or to learn to move on. Hoped that one day she’d appear before him and bring him into a bone-crushing hug. And here she was, a little different than what he remembered, her hair longer than before and the blue of her jacket darker than the original, sitting on the bed staring at him in disbelief.

She walked over to him, her eyes never once leaving him, afraid he’d fade into the air like her dreams. She was scared, Tommy noticed. There was an arm's distance between them and she kept her arms close to herself, scared to touch him and see him vanish into nothing, but she took a breath and cusped his cheek with one hand. It was instinct how Tommy leaned further into his mother’s touch, having been starved from it for so long.

“Tommy?” She whispered, eyes welling up with tears as she pulled him into a hug. He had to lean down to bury his face into her neck. His tears stained her shoulder as he cried like he did when he was little. His arms wrapped around her with a reassurance that she wasn’t going to leave, she wasn’t going to disappear when he opened his eyes.

How long has it been since he’s felt safe? Since he could truly feel as if everything was going to be okay? Tommy didn’t know, but here, being held in his mother's arms, he felt like he was home.

“Oh my god,” Pearl said. “My baby.” She kept repeating the words like a mantra as she cried. If Tommy could, he would say something, anything at all, but there were too many questions and feelings going on in his head that he had a hard time even thinking straight. Somehow, Pearl managed to pull away, her arms still holding his shoulders as she looked over him. “My god,” She chuckled with a sad smile. “You’ve grown.”

He gave a small chuckle. “Come, sit,” Pearl guided them to her bed, the single open window let Tommy see his mother more clearly. There were dark circles under her eyes as if she hadn’t been sleeping lately, and there were faint lines of smile wrinkles on the outer corners. But his mother’s smile had stayed the same after all these years. That was the one thing that hadn’t changed. “I bet you have questions.”

He nodded, still trying to sieve through all the questions he’s accumulated over the years. Pearl sighed and brushed some hair behind his ear, “I’ll answer as many as you want, okay? You deserve the truth.”

Tommy thought about it for a second, how could he choose just one? Should he ask why she hadn’t come back for him? Ask her if she was happy without him? It was hard to decide. Still, Tommy took a breath and looked at his mother, “What happened?”

“We have to start at the very beginning for that,” Pearl said. “Before Evo, I had been a mistress for a powerful politician in another world. His command could kill thousands, a wave of his hand could tear down mountains, and yet, of all the women in that world, he wanted me. Eventually, I found out I was with child and he tried to keep us in secret for as long as he tried.” Pearl sighed, this was a part of her life she tried so hard to forget, but it was an important part of their lives. Even if Tommy didn’t remember any of it. “One day, shortly after your first birthday, his wife had learned of us.

“And instead of telling her the truth,” Pearl’s eyebrows furrowed, angry still at what he had done. “He turned against me, using his power to say that I was using him to ‘gain access to government secrets,’ that I was committing the highest form of treason that world could declare.”

“That’s not fair,” Tommy said.

“You’re right, it’s not,” Pearl agreed. “But I was able to escape that world before any punishment was enacted, too afraid of what they could do to you because you were my son. So, with nowhere to go, you and I lived in the hub for nearly a year and a half.” She confessed. “Servers wouldn’t let us in because an admin marked us as criminals of sorts, murderers I think is what we were labeled as. So we roamed the hub and eventually, Grian found us.”

Tommy cocked his head. When he was young he was told that they wandered into the city of Evo. That they were on one side of the world and Evo was on the other side and they had just walked there. “What do you mean “Grian found us?” You all told me we just walked there.”

She shook her head. “I don’t know what he was doing in the hub that day, but he had saved us, essentially. He gave us food and invited us to Evo. Grian gave us a home.”

“Okay, but how does all this explain why you and Uncle G were taken?”

“I’m getting there, have patience.” Outside the sun had begun to set. The bright blue sky turning into the dark blue that twinkled with stars, Tommy wondered how long they had been talking. Oh, and Scar. He couldn’t still be here, right? If he was, the man would clearly have something wrong with him. “In Evo, there were challenges given to us by the watchers. If we could complete the challenge, we would be allowed to jump through the portal and the world would update around us. That’s what they told Grian when he made the server, what he told me when we joined, but it wasn’t until after we were taken that I was told the truth about Evo: It was a test to find the most worthy.”

“Most worthy? What does that mean?”

“It means the watchers thought us good candidates to become one of them.”

Tommy’s breath stopped in his lungs. He had learned a lot about watchers when he lived with Philza and his sons, learned about their cruelty to the players and merciless slaughter of worlds. How Philza begged Kristin to rid herself of them because they were nothing but “soulless machines that kill the innocent.” She didn’t listen and argued with Phiza about how important they were to the flow of the universe, without them people wouldn’t die and there would be no need for herself or Phil. The older man had stopped pestering her about them after that.

“Grian, he–he was a watcher of Lady Kristen.” His heart sank. He had spoken some inconsiderate words to him before he came here, and couldn't even remember that Grian was taken as well. Tommy was so focused on his mother that he completely forgot about the man that was practically the only father-like figure in his life. How many times had a watcher come to collect the people of the Dream SMP, was Grian one of them? Had he been the one to take Wilbur when he died? Shlatt perhaps? Himself?

“What?” Tommy asked in disbelief.

“Grian became a watcher of Lady Kristen, he had died and came back as someone new, Xelqua was his name.” She spoke. “But his story is something he should tell you himself, it's far different than mine.”

“Who were you the watcher of?”

“Lady Irene.”

Tommy looked at Pearl. There was something he couldn’t name brewing in his chest, a feeling he had never felt before and it was strange. For so long he prayed to Prime–whose name was Irene apparently–for help, she had been his symbol of hope when he had lost his way. She had never answered him, never showed him that she listened to his prayers but it never deterred him. But he had never known that Irene had watchers of her own. The books that he read only wrote Irene as a benevolent goddess, someone who showed mercy to players for she was the one who brought life to players.

Pearl had taken his silence as a cue to continue, and so she spoke, “After I was taken, I woke up in her dimension, a world of nothing but pure white and a single building–a cathedral, imposing and cold.” She fiddled with her fingers, trying to not meet his expectant gaze. “Much like the people already there.”

“I thought it was only Kristin who had watchers, though,” Tommy questioned. “That’s what Philza told us.”

“Because only those who've seen us, my son,” Pearl confessed. “Are dead.”

It made sense, Tommy supposed, the dead couldn’t exactly tell the living how they died. Kristin wouldn’t allow that, but it still didn’t stop the guilt that began to build up in his chest from how he spoke to Grian. He was just angry that Grian wouldn’t let him see his mom for reasons Tommy didn’t know until now. He just hopes he can apologize to him soon.

“The watchers of Lady Irene are different than those of Kristen’s,” Pearl stood from the bed, the moth wings behind her stretching to their full height as she opened the curtains, letting more light into the room. “Where Lady Kristen’s watchers are the ones who killed, I was the one to tell them who.” His mother didn’t look at him when she said that, afraid of the look she knew painted his face. “Her watchers, myself included, were sworn to an ordinance as soon as we appeared in her world. If we didn’t, I suppose we went to death’s door, and Irene would have to find someone new.

“We were given wings, insect ones to separate ourselves from the others, so that when we arrived people saw us as both an angel and as a catalyst for what’s to come.” Her back was turned towards him and Tommy couldn’t see past her or what she was looking at. “We became– I became a harbinger of disaster, I had to read from her scriptures to know who was to die and when. I might not have been the one who killed, but I still lead people to their deaths. My hands are just as red as Grian’s, though, I think his are worse.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“That’s his story, Toms, he has to tell it.” Pearl chuckled. “But I don’t know if he will. The only reason I know is because I’ve seen it already.”

“Irene is the goddess of fate, so you already know what’s going to happen,” Tommy said. “You knew because you’ve seen the future.”

“Only bits,” She answered, turning back to face Tommy. “We weren’t allowed to read all of it, only what was necessary for the mission because any more than that we would become insane. We would be cursed to hear the cries of the damned and for the words we’ve read to be marked on our bodies.” Streaks of light faded into view on Pearl's arms as she rolled up her sleeves. They glowed and illuminated the dark room, it was hard to tell but Tommy could see the faintest of words on his mother's arms. It was too bright to read, but she read them as if they were nothing but ink on paper. “We’d be forced to watch every possible future without warning, feeling as if our minds were splitting in half only to be put back together again.”

“Why did you read it then?”

“I wanted to know what would happen to you,” Pearl brushed his hair to the side. “I was scared that one day I would read your name and find you on the wrong side of a sword, and I–I would be helpless to stop it.

“I’ve already lost you once,” Pearl stepped closer to her son. The lines became clearer until he realized they were Galactic, a language long forgotten by players and used only by higher beings. Admins could read Galactic if they had a cipher wheel to help translate, but his mother stood before Tommy and carefully read a sentence that was seared on the back of her wrist. He watched as she lifted her hands, a startling cold from before and Tommy chalked it up to the watcher magic coursing through her veins, and placed them on either side of his face. “I don’t think I could live with myself if you died.”

Tommy couldn’t help the tears that began to fall, he really thought he had cried enough that day, and yet, here he was. Wrapping his arms around his mother and crying into her shoulder like the day he was born. This time, however, Tommy wouldn’t be letting go.

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So they finally meet, I hope it is to your satisfaction, I am quite happy with this chapter.

As always, thank you so much for reading and feedback is greatly appreciated!!

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mildlylesbian · 2 years ago

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Hermitcraft Headcannons Masterpost 2023

This is a remake of a previous headcanons post I made last year. Since making said post I've not only engaged with the community more but have also learned a lot about the content creators themselves which has changed some headcanons.

All Hermits are not included on this list, either due to me not knowing enough about them to properly headcanon, or because I personally didn't feel comfortable doing so. I'd love to hear your headcanons for everyone though!

PLEASE NOTE: These headcanons are based heavily off of the lore for my upcoming fic 'Of Songbirds and Watchers', if something does not make sense please glance through the posts in the fic tag before telling me it doesn't make sense. /lh

Formatting for this will be short childhood history followed by bullet points of relevant shit.

Grian

Grian was born to two Avian parents. However, the Avian gene skipped over him making him entirely human. He's the oldest child of 4, having one biological sibling named Jimmy and two adopted sisters named Lizzie and Pearl.

Was a successful Admin prior to EVO, with projects such as Wyrnncraft

The Watchers took interest in him because he was able to manipulate code much easier than most

He isn't open about his time with the Watchers. However, it's not a secret

Often dyes his wings or manipulates his code to appear less watcher-like

Wears custom boots that mimic bird talons when flying to assist with landing

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Pearlescentmoon

Pearl's biological parents are unknown. It's not shocking her parents abandoned her due to her 'Black Witch Moth' wing coloring. Luckily she was adopted and now has three siblings, Grian, Lizzie, and Jimmy.

Joined EVO late due to being away on work

Was obsessive over her search for her brothers following their disappearances

Insists on everyone else taking care of themselves despite never taking care of herself

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MumboJumbo

Born a human, Mumbo spent many years improving his redstone technique before joining the Hermitcraft server at 17.

Would meet Grian through servers they both frequented

Turned into a vampire during season 8 and promptly spent the entire season living off of veggies to avoid hurting his friends

Also searched for Grian following EVOs collapse, however was unaware Pearl was also looking

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GoodTimeWithScar

The vex don't typically name their young. However, the name Scar was given to this vex by his brother due to the Scars that littered his body from all the times he was injured. They also typically don't have family units, instead being born and given to an evoker, Scar did not care he gave himself a brother.

Following the loss of his mobility as a teen and his increasing need for mobile support the vex planned to abandon Scar, instead he and Cub ran away

Uses a wheelchair and cane depending on the day

Yes, human flesh is part of his diet. However, so long as he keeps a meat-rich diet he only needs human flesh once or twice a month

Jellie was the first non-hostile mob Scar met outside of the mansion

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Cubfan135

Cub was named by Scar because he reminded the other man of a bear cub. Really scary looking, but actually a cuddle bear. He accidentally acquired Scar as a sibling, and despite acting indifferent to him actually adores him and will commit several crimes to ensure his safety.

He's technically the second-oldest Hermit and a senior. However, a de-aging potion reversed his age to his mid-20s - making him physically younger than his younger brother

Despite having a physical age in the mid-20s he still has a few grey hairs, thanks Scar!

Plump boi (idk how else to phrase this, he's round and gives great hugs)

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Iskall85

Iskall was born a dwarf and raised communally by his server. He picked up an interest in redstone pretty early on and left home in his late teens to pursue his knowledge before joining Hermitcraft.

Lost his left eye to a redstone malfunction

Robotic eye was crafted by Docm77

Often mistake as ImpulseSVs brother

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ImpulseSV

Impulse was born a dwarf on the same server as Iskall. However, the two never interacted before joining Hermitcraft. He left the commune in his early 20s to pursue building and redstone before joining Hermitcraft.

Has difficulty growing a beard and gets upset when his is cut

Often mistaken as Iskall85s brother

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Geminitay

Gem was born a faun and spent the majority of her life alone in the forest, learning how to control her plant magic. In her mid-teens, she discovered other players who stumbled into her world. Through them, she learned about building and began learning herself.

Is able to control plants and make them grow faster at the expense of her energy

Has deer legs and antlers

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Bdouble0

Bdubs was born a human. However, after a bad run-in with a phantom he turned into a phantom-hybrid. This event caused him to have a fear of the dark, leading him to sleep before the sun set every night.

Despite being a phantom-hybrid, Bdubs does not burn in the sun. He does however easily get sunburned

He has wings and nightvision

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Docm77

Doc was born a satyr on an unknown server before being kidnapped and experimented on my players trying to play god. These experiments left him as an amalgamation of satyr and creeper.

Upon escape, he crafted robotics for parts of himself that were now missing, such as his eye and arm

Making these robotics caused him to fall in love with redstone

He wears a labcoat as a way to cope with what scientists did to him

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RentheDog

Ren was born to a large wolf-hybrid pack on a server. He left in his late teens to learn more about other players and still keeps in close touch with his various brothers - so much so that he has invited several to the hermitcraft server at times.

Has separation anxiety due to being a wolf-hybrid

Wears sunglasses due to having sensitive eyes

Has enhanced earing and dislikes constant loud noises

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Ethoslab

Etho is an enderman-hybrid, and much like the mob he is a hybrid of he appeared out of nowhere one day. He is known to be an inspiration for many people due to his personality and redstone skills, however little is known about him.

His red eye is robotic and was created by Doc

There is a lot of nerve damage on the left side of his body, causes unknown

Wears a mask because it makes him feel more comfortable

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FalseSymmetry

False is an eagle avian who was born a twin to a well-respected family on a server. However, she was kidnapped as a child and lost most of her memories. She escaped her kidnappers on her own and later joined Hermitcraft.

Empires!false is her twin, not her clone here

There is no rhyme or reason to this backstory, she just gives off the vibes

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Stressmonster101

Stress was born a flower fey and spent her childhood in a secluded forest. In her late teens, she befriended a witch who taught her about potion making. She would later leave to pursue her own interest and join Hermitcraft.

She has fairy wings because I said so

Can manipulate plants much like Gem

Resident healer due to having a basic knowledge of potions

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ZombieCleo

Cleo was born a human and worked as a teacher on a family server in her early years. However after a respawn gone wrong, she was revived but never healed, causing her to become a zombie. This freaked out her server and she was kicked.

Can withstand the sun for a few hours before burning

Due to having to constantly stitch her own skin back together, Cleo is a master sewer and is the go-to for surgeries and clothing

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JoeHills

Joe claims to be a human, but no one is convinced. He grew up on a normal server, lived a normal life, and joined Hermitcraft. For such a normal backstory he's really fucking weird /pos

Changes his appearance so regularly that people get confused as to who he is

Really likes poetry, will recite it to you without being prompted

Xisuma and Grian are the only ones with evidence of him being human, despite this even they question it

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iJevin

Jevin was originally just a normal slime, but one unexpected code glitch mid-consuming a skeleton later and now he has sentience. Everyone is confused but accepts this.

Dyes himself blue to avoid being mistaken for a slime mob

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Keralis

Keralis is best described as an eldritch horror. He is made of void, can alter his appearance on a whim, and consume entire servers if he so pleases. Men fear him and fish want him.

Sweetest dude you will ever meet

His eldritch horror status isn't known server-wide due to poor experiences in the past with telling people he's a world-destroying being

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Zedaph

Zed was born a sheep satyr and always took an interest in the world around him. He spent many years studying mobs and hybrids while experimenting with redstone in hopes of making life easier for everyone.

Huge hybrid activist

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TangoTek

Tango is a blaze-hybrid who wondered out of the end by mistake. Trying to return he learned a lot about the overworld and decided to settle there after telling his family.

He is fire-resistant but cannot stay in the cold long

The flames on his head react to his current emotion, getting bigger and hotter when he's passionate and dimmer when he's unsure or nervous

If his flames go out he gets deathly ill

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Xisumavoid

Xisuma was born a voidwalker, eventually leaving the end to learn more about overworld players following an encounter he had with one.

His suit allows him to breathe in the overworld, without it he will suffocate

Does not know when to take a break

Doesn't have a shadow

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EvilXisumavoid

Ex was never born, but rather made. Due to a glitch, Xisuma's shadow gained sentience, and would later be given a body. Ex resented his 'brother' as Xisuma referred to them, annoyed with the knowledge that he had spent much of his life living as a reflection of the other.

Ex was not always his name, although his given name has been disowned by him and forgotten by others

Has grown fond of the Hermits over the years, and never intends to harm them in a way they cannot recover from

#long post #hermitcraft headcanons #tagging the hermit tags seems obnoxious for this one #pinned post

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scitties-enjoyer · 2 years ago

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The effects of the turf war on the mycelium resistance members was very much permanent* (I've written a fic where this has come up before, it wasn't intended to be scarian when I wrote it but you could definitely read it that way)

And I'm thinking of the ideas I have about Grian and Scar having a kid**

Their hatchling I think would also have the effects of the mycelium. So their baby ends up referred to as sporeling by Grian as often as hatchling. Scar isn't actually upset about their baby being mycelium, to be fair. Anyway point is I have feelings about them having tiny magical newborn hatchling sporeling thing.

If we're going with the "they've been married the whole time" thing they've been talking about the possibility of having kids since season 6 but Grian wasn't ready, things got in the way in season 7, in season 8 they were thinking of child soon and then once they were ready the fucking moon was starting to get big and when that happens bringing a baby into the world ends up at the bottom of the priority list. And then the easter egg hunt in season 9 was a tipping point for Grian of "okay I want a baby now"

Grian shuts himself and the hatchling up in Scar's starter tree and doesn't allow any visitors for a few of weeks because instincts. Just him, Scar, and their hatchling in their little bubble. The kid has Scar's eyes and Grian's hair and their wings are a weird blending of Grian and Scar, floating like Scar's but feathered like Grian's, though the colours are different.

Ther baby of course is a menace as soon as they can walk. Which isn't too long. An adorable menace who can get away with almost anything but. Okay you know how when they want to be Grian and Scar are actually extremely competent? Yeah they're definitely teaching their kid all their tricks. ***

I have more ideas but my brain has decided these ideas no longer exist so, there you go. Their baby is a tiny terror and they love them very much and encourage them very much.

Watcher!Grian related footnotes under the cut

* well, watcher!Grian could remove the mycelium from himself but he isn't too great with his magic at the time and he can't remove the mycelium from the others so he won't remove the mycelium from himself both out of principle and also because honestly he's not in any danger or unhappy like this.

** ask me about my ideas about watcher Grian and watcher biology and Grian's gender please I have so many ideas. Also the kid's species is a complete anomaly on so many levels because of it.

*** Grian takes some time to teach their kid watcher stuff he wishes he'd been taught instead of muddling through, and while personally he doesn't use his magic to give himself unfair advantages over players, he thinks while his kid's young that it's more important they learn how to use their magic in safe, controlled circumstances than it is to keep things fair.

#scarian #hermitshipping #grian #goodtimeswithscar #watcher grian #given this is a specific child oc they probably need a tag.

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hermitcrossovers · 2 years ago

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The techno news hit me hard but I know he'd rather we keep creating content with him in it than just stop so a few tech and grian headcannons as far as the Philza and g are brothers au goes.

Grian gets summoned into the SMP by technos distress when the butcher army drop the anvil, he loses his first life getting techno out, tosses him out of the cage then gets hit with the full force of the anvil.

Grian moves in with tech because it's the least ugly place in the SMP and he refuses to deal with that shit.

It takes grian 3 days to build his own starter home, it's 3 times the size of technos house, tech tries to compete but you just can't beat mr grian mc at building, techno does manage to talk him out of building a megabase tho, mainly by explaining that he can't turn villagers into zombies here

they spend a good time grinding for resources, together but in silence, just with eachother's quiet company

techno gives grian pvp lessons, in exchange, grian teaches tech how to use the voices to his advantage

techno asks once about his and Phil's childhood, grian tells him he doesn't actually remember, tech can't be sure this is true, but he doesn't ask again

(it's a half truth, g rembers, but it's all off, like he's missing an entire person from his memories, he doesn't like thinking about it)

tech gifts grian a custom made staff, grian's preferred weapon thanks to his time in wynn, they spar, technoblade learns how grian's survived so long as the bringer of blood

they trade stories, of lands long forgotten by players, and servers where death games are just a fun thing you can do to get coins, of medieval countries where magic is easily accessible, and world's where technology is advanced, and, late at night, when the world is quiet but the voices aren't, of lives lost, of a desert, and war, of friends turned enemies and memories lost, it's here that techno learns what grian is missing, that his memories from before them are fuzzy at best, and that it feels like he's lost the most important person in his life, despite not knowing anything that he might be missing, that thinking of his childhood draws both a blank and a feeling of deep grief, in return, techno talks about losing his brother, how he hadn't the time to process it before meeting his ghost, how the shell of the man who once insisted they were twins despite them not even being blood related fell, and how his replacement was both better than what he was, in the very end, and a cruel reminder of all that he couldn't be

They both decide, that family like this isn't something you let go of

Techno learns how to make hot chocolate, grian learns how to bake potatoes, they sit, in silence, in grian's living room, and the silence that was once a taunt, becomes a comfort, they're not ok, right now, but they will be, someday.

grian does build a mega base, its a sprawling catacomb (it is fitting that there is a graveyard underneath their feet, a fitting irony) that interlocks the entire smp. from niki’s underground city, to kinoko kingdom, to the grave that pogtopia, to everywhere. with some watcher magic there even is an entrance to hermitcraft if you dare venture deep enough into the behemoth (and not get twisted around, missing memories, losing time, he protects his own after all).

techno and grian are two parts of a whole, both of blood. techno, the blood god, the warrior, the war breaker. grian, the bringer of blood, the trickster, the game master. but blood is not war, it is family, it is the people you chose and chose again over and over, it is protection, it is love, it is passion, it is your will. they were young once, they have learned now.

#hermitcraft #dream smp #grian #grian and philza brothers au #this is really sweet thank you i needed this

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the-speyeral · 3 years ago

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xelqua was the god of chaos

he didn't know

neither did the watchers

the watchers had found and raised him, jot realizing that the avian boy was a god

grian was raised as a watcher

he was taught to play with humans, prancing them and playing games

then, one day, he defied the watchers

xelqua directly spoke to a human, going by the name grian

the humans name was taurtis, he was a strange one

he was never worried, so carefree

xelqua wished he could be like that

wished that the watchers symbol that was burned into his forearm was gone

he wished to be free

the watchers didn't want one of there kind interacting with a human

they were above that

so, they tried to prevent it

they tried everything they could to keep the avian from talking to the human

nothing worked

xelqua bypassed every single thing the watchers tried

they set barriers around the humans, but xelqua was able to walk through them

they set traps up that only xelqua would fall for, but they all broke

xelqua began going by grian more frequently

he also defied the watchers even more by learning things about humans

he learned how to build

someone once tried showing him redstone

he learned great humans liked pranks, and that every human was different

he found out about other hybrids

grian met people who loved causing chaos, and he would often help them

the humans soon grew scared of grian

people who were usually terrible at traps were suddenly geniuses at them when they teamed up with the avian

grian himself was a master at any traps

people were scared of how good he was

they were scared that he knew any and every trap

grian didn't realize this

he just enjoyed the traps and thought it was all good fun

the watchers hated that,so they decided to handle the situation directly

they made a exception to their rules and went to earth

they killed countless humans just to get to grian

they didn't realize how strong grian had grown, not how much he cared for the humans

grian fought back with everything he had, which proved to be a lot

the watchers turned on each other and chaos followed

fire fell from the sky

traps were tripped

the watchers who had been tasked to kill the young god had failed and lost their lives

grian hated himself

he had caused so much destruction

he had killed the people that had raised him

he has covered his legacy in blood

#this is very messy #i never proofread these type things but #i know it's not good i just had an idea lmao #grian #evo grian #evo #watcher grian #watchers #oliander writes

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shitposts-and-shit · 3 years ago

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@rozesmiana ask and you shall receive

[ao3]

XD had shown up at Grian’s house out of the blue. It wasn’t too uncommon since joining hermitcraft. Everyone invited a guest or two around to see the server.

What was strange was how XD was able to join and leave without it showing up in chat.

But Hermitcraft wasn’t exactly a normal server so as long as he didn’t do anything too sketchy Xisuma let him do what he wanted. But when XD sat Grian down to talk Grian knew something was off.

Despite how it looked Grian was a much more experienced watcher the XD, and he’d become a sort of mentor to the young Watcher. Grian had been the one to welcome XD into the Watchers and since then had decided to help XD adjust to his new life as one.

He'd even given XD his green tunic before he learned how to knit his signature red sweater.

So XD asking for help with his own server wasn't unusual.

Grian had heard some vague stories of XD's server and none of them had been particularly happy. The Watcher had once cheerfully recounted what'd happened on the server, but those days had long passed and Grian had heard little of what was going on these days.

"I need you and the Blood God to come to my server, it's dire." XD said once Grian had made them both some tea.

"Me and Mumbo? are you sure? What's going on your server?"

XD looked pained as he told his mentor "the admin, he's gone mad with power. People are getting hurt, children are getting hurt. And he's messed with the code, not adding plugins or anything. It's far worse there's an egg, and there are these things called bloodvines that have been growing all over the server. Not only that but, respawns aren't infinite."

"Is it hardcore world? or something like third life and last life?"

"No, everyone has three 'cannon' lives so if they die in a meaningful enough way they loose a life. If they loose all three they die, one player who did became a ghost."

Now that was something interesting and a little messed up.

A lot messed up the more he thought about it.

"send me the IP and I'll get me and Mumbo in."

Xelqua joined the game

Grian joined the game

MumboJumbo Joined the game

Philza Minecraft watched the two new players join the server. No one had spoken of any new players who were going to join the server. Whoever this Grian or Xelqua person was Philza knew that he was dangerous. And no one would hurt his son again.

#watcher!grian #mumbo jumbo #blood god!Mumbo Jumbo #Mumbo Jumbo is the blood god #Hermitblr #Hermitcraft x dsmp

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lockoutkey · 3 years ago

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I finished 2/4 of this weeks critiques so @crumchysocks this is for you and your sickness

Grian and Pearl have known each other since the first day the watchers brought them to their realm. The two were fearful after being snatched from…it was already hard to remember. The dark abyss they were in scared the children. But the tall winged people told them they were finally home. They were here to learn. They were family. Pearl and Grian looked at each other and felt the first bit of happiness. A sister. A brother.

They were too young to fly, their soft feathers not able to carry them. The watchers picked two of each. Pearl and Grian refused to let go of each other and the watcher wasn’t given a choice. They were taught history and magic and so many things in the span of who knows how long. They didn’t see the other kids for so long. Or maybe it was so short of a time. The dark world and huge obsidian buildings made it hard to tell.

Their soft colorful feathers slowly were replaced by dark purple ones. They didn’t notice at first, too busy growing stronger. Their magic crackling like lightning under the watchful eye of their guardian. Grian touched a fallen feather of Pearl, now purple and black like the non-existent sky.

They finally saw the other kids. They were taken to a colorufl world that hurt their eyes at first before bringing back blurry memories. Others, with colorful wings flying in a blue sky. A world like this one, large trees with vines hanging down. A jungle from their past.

The watchers kept them all on a platform and gave them one task. Fly. The young ones shuffled, scared to go first. Grian let go of Pearls hand, who tried tog rip lighter. He tried to tell her ti would be okay. He would show her. So he jumped. He fell. And he flew. The children cheered, one by one following him. Pearl followed him, shaking along with the rest of them as they langed not too far away, already exhausted. The watchers stood on the platform, making plans. The children jumped between trees, innocent to their future being written right behind them.

#hermitcraft #grian #pearlescentmoon #sky siblings #key writes #okay maybe this isn't your sky sibling au but it's my sky sibling au so close enough

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hermits-in-space · 2 years ago

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For your song prompt: how about the 'Boatem' crew? (Scar, Grian, Mumbo, Impulse, and Pearl.)

OK Gonna put some of this under a cut cause. oh boy this turned out really long LMAO

For Scar:

-Dirty Imbecile by The Fits

+Yeah I know it says the word "scar" a lot but honestly thats not why I chose the song- This is the first song in the sfgg playlist actually!! its always fit my scar! especially the lyrics, "All these things ive tried, boy: be cute, be dumb, be wise, be young. So don't tell me what to fear in the darkness of this atmosphere!"

Also funny thing I misheard "be young" as "be yours". Didn't realize this until i looked up the lyrics as im writing this LOL

-Space Shanty by Live at Solace

+It's a funny human space shanty! That's really all there is to it, I just like imagining Scar singing this and the crew having NO idea whats happening but still having a blast

-Bones in the Ocean by The Longest Johns

+Vacation arc Scar! Ow! Singer is Scar in this case and his shipmates are of course the crew- They aren't actually dead but I think it reflects his process of coping while trapped in the watcher citadel and wondering where his friends are

For Grian:

-Starlight Brigade by TWRP

+I actually wrote a SFGG fic based on this one! It's old and sort of outdated but if you're curious it can be found here! Anyways this is my go to song for imagining how Grian gets to the HSS. From the whole being brought to the citadel to be inducted as a watcher to a very scuffed escape. also towards the end i imagine it fast forwards to when they attack the citadel and Grian can get some catharsis- Anyways I highly associate this one with Grian

-Fear by Sleeping at Last

+Kind of hard to explain without lyrics but this makes me think of Grian's experience during Scar and Hex's absence- working himself to exhaustion trying to find any trace of his friends whatsoever. Finally getting a lead and throwing himself into it- its just Good

-Hell's Comin' With Me by The Poor Man's Poison

+Grian Goes ApeshitTM- Mostly towards the watchers as he rallies people to go siege the citadel

For Mumbo:

-Cabinet Man by Lemon Demon

+Haha robot go brrr. Also possibly something something struggling to fit in with a crew of mainly organic folks. Also as a robot, Emotions Are Weird!

-The Bidding by Tally Hall

+Vibes also its a JAM and reminds me of him, especially the chorus :D

-Malfunction by Steam Powered Giraffe

+I imagine him and Mayhem singing this one a lot- Learning to accept yourself for who you are and be confident in yourself despite your flaws !!!

For Impulse:

-Soap by The Oh Hellos

+It has his vibes honestly, especially the lyrics "Oh no, I think I'm not quite ready to have you circle the drain, all the things we've broken can be puzzled together again." Well, to me at least. It just makes me happy :]

-Soft Fuzzy Man by Lemon Demon

+Impulse is a seaslug guy so he is not fuzzy BUT he is soft and good for hugs! Also this song is just fun and i think he'd dance to it

-Hey, Lover! by The Daughters of Eve

+I can imagine him vibing to this! Also this at all his friends! lover (platonic)

For Pearl:

-Ghost Choir by Louie Zong

+Its SUCH a cute song and I think she can make those noises. woo-O-OOO :D

-Everything Stays by Olivia Olson

+With how Moonsprites take on similar traits as their moon (craters, damages, fissures, etc) I imagine this is sort of how Pearl changes over the course of the story. How she may look different but she's still her

-Constellations by The Oh Hellos

+How connected Pearl feels to space!!! Constellations a million miles away!! She knows them all by heart!! Sort of how like a pigeon can always find its way home, Pearl can always find her way back to her moon :]

#OK DONE :D!#also for boatem as a whole you've got a friend in me by cavetown and also redesign your logo by lemon demon #anyways sorry this was so long thanks for indulging me LSDJKF #Boatem Crew #Scar Goodtimes #Grian #Mumbo Jumbo #Impulse #Pearl #over the intercom #hermitcraft

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nicoforlifetrue · 4 years ago

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Phil couldn't remember how long he had been doing this.

Had it been eons or millennia? Lifetimes or generations?

In the end, it doesn't really matter he supposed.

When he first became a Watcher, he was young, he was naive, and worst of all he was kind.

There was no place for kindness or empathy as a Watcher.

He learned in those first few decades to carefully box up his kindness, his empathy, his chaos, and emotions - everything that made him him - and carefully tuck it away in the corners of his mind. At first, it was to survive, to live with these seemingly higher beings.

But that changed when he received his first pupil.

He had climbed the ranks. He was loyal too, but then he was given this child to groom. This naive, innocent child who he had to turn into one of them.

The child was the perfect watcher, the child was obedient and cruel; nothing like Phil had been.

So was the next child and the next and the next.

Child after child was happy to fall to the Watchers games, none needed the kindness and empathy that now sat unlocked in Phil’s mind.

Then it changed again.

His newest pupil’s name had been Grian, before his galactic name had been given to him at least.

Grian was bursting from the seams with chaos, empathy and kindness and mischief, and life.

Phil’s heart ached the first time he saw Grian, with his wild hair and shining eyes.

Grian refused to break.

As Phil led him through the motions he refused to cave, refused to blindly accept the morals of those who had kidnaped him.

Grian hated him.

It shone in his eyes. This child hated him because of what he was doing, because in this child’s eyes, he was the same as the rest of the Watchers.

And maybe he was, Phil realised, his heart aching as this kid, this teen, who had already gone through so much went through more.

His heart ached, empathy crawling out of that box and consuming his mind as for the first time in eons, he cried. He cried for this child that hated him.

Maybe that's why he started getting reckless, why he started speaking to this ball of chaos and hatred and life.

“You hate me.” This was the first thing he had ever said to a student.

Shock, fear, and worry all flashed across Grians' face.

He would not call this child by that galactic branding.

“I don't,” Grian insisted and Phil had smiled.

“You're lying,” he had said, and what an odd thing to be happy about. The fact that Grian could still lie to him was another sign of a cracked soul that refused to break.

“Why does it matter if I hate you or not?”

A question: what a good thing to hear in this wasteland of orders.

“Watchers don't hate,” he murmured with a smile, “Watchers shouldn't hate or care or enjoy.'' He had seen Grian’s face twist in fear, he was scared Phil would hurt him for hating him. What a sad thought.

“So keep hating me,” he whispered, “Enjoy flying, love to ruin my day, but whatever you do, never stop feeling.” It was a quiet plea, begging for this little light to not go out before he could get it out of this suffocating reality. “It might be the only thing keeping you mortal.”

He reviled in Grian’s confusion, a sign of life, and the entropy of emotion.

Something that now crawled from that no longer locked box, something that slid and slipped into his psyche.

Grian loved to fly as much as he hated Phil.

It was something he should squash, flying was a tool, not something to play with.

But Phil also loved to fly, wings as natural to him as if he had been born with the extra appendages.

So he took Grian flying hidden under the guise of training. His heart ached as he watched the child fly, a chaotic grin carved into his pupil’s face.

“It's freeing, isn't it? A flap of your wings and suddenly the world no longer holds you.” He had missed his voice. Every time he spoke he broke a rule, he was of too low status to speak. But here? With this raging inferno of hatred and anger and sadness, he spoke.

“Yeah, I mean kind of, the speed is the fun part for me at least.'' A different opinion, what a ridiculous thing to feel joy over. So simple and seemingly common yet something he hadn't heard in years.

And he smiled.

Grian didn't belong here, he wasn't meant to be a Watcher. Just like Phil hadn’t, but no one was there to save Phil.

But he was there to save Grian.

Grian no longer hated him, if he was being bold he may even say the younger liked his mentor.

...That might have changed when he got Grian out.

The look of hurt on the other's face made his heartbreak.

But it was worth it.

It was worth it when he was thrown down in front of the leader and was stripped away of all things that made him a Watcher.

He was happy they were all gone, even.

The only thing they couldn't rip away were his wings, they were meant to be his the second he came into the world and he was no natural-born, a lost limb would regrow.

He was meant to fly and they couldn’t take that from him.

That thought brought a spite filled laugh bubbling into his throat even as he was told his punishment he couldn’t help but laugh.

The Watcher wings wouldn't leave him so they must not be just for the Watchers.

They were his wings, they were his wings, not tools of the Watchers. He flew on his own, he didn't need them.

He was free.

So very very free.

Even as they trapped him in a world on hardcore mode he laughed.

They couldn't take away his wings so who's to say they could trap him?

They wouldn't find Grian and they couldn't keep either of them locked up and away.

He would never learn from them again.

He was alive and he was a player, not a Watcher. Not some natural-born they could corrupt and change.

He was a fucking player damn it and players survived.

Players never died.

You could kill them, beat them, and try to break them but players are chaotic by nature.

Players couldn’t be Watchers.

And he couldn't help but thank Grian for reminding him of that.

The robes never fit for a reason and he smiled as he gazed at the sky with his own eyes for the first time in forever, carefully holding his hand out to shield the delicate things from the light.

“Good luck, Grian.”

The world was awfully plentiful for a place of punishment.

He supposes it was meant to show him everything he would miss as a Watcher, the endless supplies, the lack of hunger, the lack of mobs hunting him.

But all of those simply made him feel all the more alive, connected. He feared for his life the rush of fear came with bubbling laughter. It wasn't a dull apathy it was a player's joy and fear and chaos.

He needed to collect to build. The endless toil of pleasant stinging at his aching limbs, pain was something Watchers didn't have. Pain was annoying and that's why he loved it. The satisfying ache after a job well done.

Hunger and food was something he missed. The soft ache in his gut and the pleasant taste of food. He had missed eating.

The Watchers had failed. They thought they could tame players and were so wrong, so very very wrong.

When he died he was happy.

But the players didn't die.

So as he opened his eyes, floating in an abyss, he smiled reaching out he pressed an option he had been waiting for.

{Return to Main Menu}

Players didn't die, they could be killed but they never truly died.

Players, unlike natural borns, could come back after they had been killed.

They could come back to a world only players could enter, the Main Menu. And they could choose a new world, make a new home they could continue and continue forever.

He had missed the noise of the Hub, of the Menu

He had missed the rush of players with places to be as they ran about, young spawns toddling behind their caretakers as everything moved, and kept moving.

With a small smile on his face and hope in his heart, Phil walked.

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Wilbur reminded him of Grian.

Wilbur had the same fire in his eyes, that same drive.

They shared the same eyes.

Dark coal-black that shone with colors of mischief and trickery.

Maybe that's why Phil was attached to the other.

He knew why he was attached to Techno. The younger's voice was too flat, his eyes too dull, too good of a fighter for Phil not to worry about where he went when he vanished. He reminded him of those perfect children. But there were times where his humor was too dry, his eyes too manic, and his smile poorly hidden. Techno was too stubborn to break even as Phil worried.

He knew why he was attached to Tommy. With his chaotic voice and bouncy personality, his quickness to change, and his ingrained defiance; he was like Grian in that he was alive.

Wilbur was a mystery, at least as to why he was so attached. Maybe he simply liked him but something in the back of his mind said that was untrue and some part of him whispered familiarity.

Maybe he'll figure it out someday.

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Grian never forgot. He couldn't.

Here he was now, surrounded by people he loved. Smiling and laughing with a family. Yet he couldn't forget: it struck him when he flew, it found him in his dreams, it trailed behind him as he built.

He missed his mentor.

He didn't know their real name but he knew their voice, soft and patient and so kind in that sea of apathy.

He didn't know their favorite color but he knew their smile. Hidden and cautious, like at any moment the reason they had been given to smile would be ripped away.

He didn't know their hobbies, but he knew they loved to fly.

He knew they cared about him enough to risk their own life.

And he missed them.

He missed their kindness, their empathy.

He missed someone who understood.

MCC wasn't where he thought he would find them.

The faded pale blond, soft gentle smile, the pale purple wings. Wings they shared.

Green looked better on them than purple ever had Grian thought as he shoved through the crowd.

A name in galactic was spilling from his lips before he could stop himself, his savior hero friend dad dad DAD old mentor glancing to see him eyes watered in a second as Grian finally reached them crashing together in a mess of tears and names, both wings spread wide.

"You’re alive, you’re alive, they didn't kill you." Was what he was saying.

"You made it. God look at you look at how you've grown." Was what the other was murmuring.

They stood there, reveling in the fact the other was alive for at least an hour though it was probably just seconds before another voice called out

"Phil? Uh, what's going on here?"

Grian didn't look up just sniffled as he murmured, "Phil's a good name."

"So is Grian."

His name was Phil, and Grian had missed him.

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#brothers au #watcher phil #grian #philza #watchers #watcher grian

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