#undead admin time

[lipschitznotshitlips]

HI ‼️ mod question lol. I wanted to start an rp but I wanna check w/ u first

Is oc x canon ok ??? Like romantically, I have an oc (@/roxannehidgens) that I ship w/ rich(and a few other characters bc POLYAMORY BEAM!!!!) and I wanted to do that shfjakkwek it’s cool if not !! It can be queer platonic or just platonic if you want

OOC.

OC x Canon is completely okay as long as our muses build chem! I’m fully down to RP any and all oc x canon ships !! (Also polyamory beam so real and SAME, Richie is polyam and also the acc as a whole is multiship!)

[lipschitznotshitlips]

OOC. Hiii !! I finally made the Richie acc and I am happy about it (throwing my silly Richie AU thing at everyone here :])

OOC. Waving at you hello there

hai! :D

[eldritch-spouse]

A really crazy AU idea: what if humans disappeared without a trace? All the humans in the clergy—gone. All the humans on Maria's island—gone. The only 'humans' left are Admin, Charm, and by extension, Halflings and all variations of the undead. It's not like they died because Dorem hasn't received a single soul since this great disappearance—they're just gone. Like creator, like creation.

To make this extra juicy, no one can track them at all. Not demons (even those with a connection to them, like through a concubus mark), not the demon lords, other monsters, angels, Or Even The Saiders.

(Ik Krulu MAD asl, and I can just imagine the monsters and demons with human spouses freaking out. I kinda feel bad for them... kinda.😭)

Two young siadar stand frozen before a living structure of impossible magnitude. They were pale before, but somehow, they look paler now- As if a shade apart from complete transparency.

" ... What... What did you input? " The left one very slowly asks.

" I did not- " The right one chokes. " I absolutely did not touch a single thing- "

" No. No no... It very clearly says something was erased on a cosmic scale. "

The first points to the faraway ceiling, where an alien code relays the successful execution of some kind of task. Both of them deflate, short of breath. They have no hint of what might just have happened, between the rapid flashing of hues and the rumbling hum of the structure, it's anyone's guess as to what might have ceased to exist in such a short amount of time.

" Ah... So, how do you presume the Creators will execute us? "

The right one tears up. " Quickly, I would hope. "

[ninakoll]

hi you have been one of, if not probably my most favorite enstars artist for a while!! I found you here before I had an account, and then I found your account on Instagram, and then I re-found you on here!!! So yay!! I just wanted to say u are sooo good at character designing to fit their personalities…. Your vision of Crazy:B is PERFECT!!!! I love your comics too, your dialogue is so organic and AGH just so well done,!!!! I have one request …! Which is… to please draw Kaoru (sometime in the near future I don’t want to seem demanding SORRY)!! That’s my GUY and I really like how u draw him but alas u do not do so very often… I LOVE HIM!! Maybe with kanata idk And I love YOUR ART!!! anyway happy new year!!! I hope it’s very nice and successful for you!! Stay awesome as always ^_^🎇🎆🌄🌅

omg what an honorable title to be bestowed, thank you so much for all your kind words and for taking the time to write😭❤️❤️ comics are like my main thing i do when im not animating so it's very encouraging to hear..! and i'll gladly draw you a kaoru or even several...!! KAORU IS SO FUNNY he is my fav undead member rn (and its a tight competition between all of them, i honestly love undead!!!!!)...

ALSO i see your narusasu pfp, you have excellent taste!! and if youll forgive me for rambling... i worked a weird admin desk job while going to uni and had a lot of time to watch thru all of naruto during quiet hours and then come home and discuss the ninja way with my then-roommate-now-wife. it honestly got me thru university, and we have some production materials (mostly ref sheets used by animators) from studio pierrot at home...

happy new year to you too and stay awesome yourself as well!!! 🌟

[the-s1lly-corner]

Soooooooo admin have you ever considered: Bloky Painter x model reader🤔 like drop dead gorgeous and has a natural talent with the camera

Bloody Painter x model!reader

Having fun revisiting stuff like Hollywood undead and other stuff that was popular in the creepypasta fandom- I feel like the fandom would've ate up jhariah if he was around back then.. bad luck + beginners guide + a few other songs are giving me ideas

Notes: Reader is GN

CWs: Teeny tiny bit suggestive towards the end

Straight forward when he tells you that he thinks you're beautiful- hes a little... technical with it, at least I think he would be

He doesnt compare your beauty to anything or uses metaphors- it can sound a little odd when he says the ratio of your face is pleasing but hey, hes just a little quirky

Hes also straight forward in asking you to pose for him for a reference, though I hope you're ready to stand still for a while...

Some days he can whip something up quickly but on other days he toils away at the details.. your poor back

He does make up for it by treating you with some attention

Or perhaps a meal, you had been sitting there for a while and I do enjoy the headcanon that he would be a good cook...

Oh? You think him asking you to pose nude for him would lead to some spicy time?

Unfortunately the thought doesnt cross his mind when he asks you, not that you wouldn't be able to initiate something of course- he just might be receptive if hes at least got the sketch down

[ohnonotthehorrors]

Extra Super Secret easter egg Life Series Season: Rewind Life. In which someone (Scott) wins a ‘normal’ life series for the second time.*

Just when the second winner (Scott) is settling in to be surely killed by the fates, Grian pipes up to announce that No. They’ll be killed by Everyone Else.

Server is reset to the start of the last episode, including all the dead people that were Alive at the time. And a server wide Man hunt begins. The person that Kills Scott wins. (I mean. The second winner).

Each hour(?)/episode(?) (depends on how fast Grian/Grian admins can revert the server) the server is reverted to the previous episodes save points at the beginning of each episode. (So; if there’s nine episodes, 9 then 8 then 7 etc). Including all the people/tools.

If Scott is still alive at the end of the revert (entirely possible), winner goes to the person in last place.

If Scott tries to sacrifice himself (he would) or is killed Not be a player (lets not kid ourselves), the man hunt becomes a ‘who survives till the end’ like a normal life series. Except still reverting.

*If Zombie Cleo wins for a second time we enter Extra even More Super Secret easter egg life series: Undead Life. In which Zombie Cleo is given unlimited respawns, Gem’s boogie task mechanic, and told to hunt down the cast for sport.

(Why? That doesn’t do anything? You don’t do anything. Okay fine I’ll give you a reason).

Last person to be Not Undead wins.

(Happy?)

[pricescigar]

Love Bites Pt3

Summary: With Elvira still hoping that she would escape from the wrath of Dracula, he has other plans for her ...

Admin note: After 4 months! I'm bringing this bad boy back to life, maybe because of spooky season, and maybe because I bought a limited edition of Bram Stoker's Dracula..

(News flash I apologise if this particular part is dry, there will be more to come. Calm before the storm.)

It was something about seeing her again that made Price's undead heart stirr again, centuries he had gone without seeing her beautiful face. And here she was again… She came back to him, it almost felt unreal to him while Elvira was currently lying unconscious in his arms. He ran his hand down her cheek, his sharp nails gently grazing against her soft pale skin. Now picking her up in his arms, he took her upstairs into the master bedroom so she could sleep properly. As a Vampire he never really felt any need to sleep, he couldn't remember the last time he slept. Unless he was gravely injured then that's a different story.

He knew she came back to him for a reason, her fate was already sealed the moment Elvira walked through those doors. Now all John had to do was to make sure that she would never leave him again, no illness, no injury. No one… Would ever take her away from him again, not even those hunters would take her away from him again. The only way to keep her safe was in this castle, locked away and in his arms. If her Hunter friends dare to come and get her, then they'll meet the wrath of Dracula himself.

The door opened to the master bedroom, Price strided in carrying Elvira in his arms who was still unconscious. He laid her down on the King sized bed. The linen fabric was soft, and the mattress was comfortable sinking Elvira into it. First thing Price did was to remove her hunters outfit, she wouldn't be needing that anymore. Besides, he's got much prettier outfits for her.

Swiftly he removed her outfit. Dumping it aside for it to be disposed of, in the wardrobe he brought out a black lace nightgown. Putting it over her body with ease, gently guiding her arms in through the holes so it would fit comfortably on her body.

“Perfect…” Price muttered under his breath, he leaned down to her forehead. His beard tickled her skin slightly before placing a tender kiss on her head. His Lips lingered there for a moment before pulling away, after that he disappeared into the shadows.

He wasn't stupid. Part of him knew that her Hunter friends would try to come to her rescue, but little did they know Dracula had a few tricks up his sleeve when it came to dealing with hunters. He had to play the waiting game, and he was okay with that. After all, he had been waiting for her for so long.

The next morning Elvira opened her eyes, rubbing her eyes slightly. Vividly remembering what had happened yesterday, the battle she had with Dracula didn't go well as she expected. Looking around she noticed that the rook was entirely dark, keeping all forms of sunlight out. For good reason of course.

“I need to get out of here.” Elvira quickly removed the bedsheets off of her body, just about seeing the outline of the door. She walked over to it, before she could even grab the door handle. A hand from the shadows grabbed her.

“You know that won't do you any good dove.” Price looked down at Elvira, he continued to hold onto her arm before gripping it slightly.

“You're not leaving.” He revealed himself from the shadows, standing in front of the doorway not letting her escape.

“Let me go, I am not your dove.” Elvira spoke sternly.

“No, I'm not letting you go.” Price shook his head. “You're mine now.’

“I'm not your property-” Elvira then got interrupted when Price grabbed her chin, making her look up at him.

“Not another word from you.” He almost spat at his words.

“You may hate me now, but when I'm finished with you… You'll remember.”

“God, they were right when they said you were insane…” Elvira mumbled.

“Now, sit. I'll go and get you some food.” Price ushered her to sit on the edge of the bed.

“I'll be back.” It was all he said before he left the room, the soft click indicated he had locked the door.

“Of course he'd lock the door…” Elvira mumbled to herself. Standing up, she looked around the room, heading over to the curtains that were draped over the windows. She opened them slightly.

The sun was shining brightly, Elvira tried to open the windows but of course they were locked too. This Vampire was one step ahead of her, clearly she had underestimated the Vampire King.

“Fuck,” She'd say as she backed away from the window, the long curtains hiding the sunlight again. She almost felt herself beginning to panic, but that'll do no good now will it?

She would have to make her escape tonight, she would die trying, she would try to escape from him. Get all the other hunters together and-

Her thoughts were interrupted when Price had returned.

“I do not have Human food anymore, so I hope fruit would suffice.” Price had a small bowl full of all kinds of fruits, along with a goblet full of liquid for her to drink too. He placed it down on the table.

“I won't eat that,” Elvira said, approaching the small coffee table and two chairs that were in the bedroom. “What if you poisoned it?”

“I don't do poison.” Price’s voice was gruff. “If I wanted you dead, I would've killed you the moment you walked through my doors.” His gaze was somewhat different. “But I didn't.”

Price placed down the bowl and the goblet, looking back at Elvira once more, his gaze lingering on a little longer than usual.

“Maybe later.” Elvira didn't give him a definite answer.

“Suit yourself dove.” Price stepped towards the door. “You'll remain here.”

“Wait but what if I-” Elvira watched him leave once more, the door locking again. She kicked the door in frustration. “You can't keep me in here!” She yelled.

Price walked down the hallway not saying anything, he wanted to deprive her. Keep her locked up until she can think of anyone else, but him. His little Princess was back. He held himself back quite well, his primal instincts almost got the best of him. The urge to bite her then and there was strong, but not yet.

He wanted to break her first, to show her that he could only take care of her and no one else.

Price looked to one of his servants who were cleaning the hallway.

“Make sure she doesn't leave that room, I want her to remain in there at all costs.”

“Yes sir.” The two servants replied in unison bowing down watching Price walk by as they resumed back to work after he had left.

Price retired somewhere to “rest.” Leaving Elvira in the large bedroom by herself, with nothing to entertain herself with.

She eventually gave in and ate the bowl of fruit he gave her along with the drink that was there, the fruit tasted good. The drink? Well it had a strange taste to it, she didn't know what it was. But it satisfied her enough.

Evening soon was on the horizon. Elvira knew it was her chance to try and escape, she got a small pin out of her hair and went over to the door picking the lock. Twisting and turning it, she heard the indication that the door was unlocked. Opening the door she stepped out of her room.

Elvira felt relieved that no one seemed to be around, but she still didn't lower her guard. She had none of her weapons, or her crosses, no holy water. She was taking a risk.

“I'm sorry but you cannot leave.” A voice said to her out loud.

Elvira turned over to see a servant. That being Soap. Of course Price would have men roaming around watching her. “I'm leaving.” Elvira said a little more blunt this time.

“Can't have ya leaving lass’ yer Majesty will get mad.” Soap grabbed her before she walked away from him, taking her back into the room.

“Let me go otherwise-” Elvira was beginning to become agitated as she got pulled back into the bedroom.

“There's no point in fightin’” Soap commented, looking down at her. “He's been waiting for ya for ages.”

Elvira held back from saying something she would eventually regret, and so she pulled her arm away when they were back in the bedroom

“I appreciate you keeping an eye on her Soap.” Price stepped forward seeing the two standing there.

“Soap?” Elvira scoffed. “What kind of name is Soap?’

Soap didn't say anything but he left the room in a blink of an eye, leaving Price and Elvira alone in the room.

“I have my trustworthy men.” Price stepped forward into the room. “You'll see the others soon.” He smiled sheepishly. “Did you enjoy your breakfast?”

“Well yes, that's all I've been given.” Elvira spat in anger.

“Now, now dove.” Price tried to calm her down, he was getting closer to her now.

“I've got a special occasion for us tonight.”

“Oh and what's that?” Elvira crossed her arms.

“Now if I say it, it'll spoil the surprise now won't it?” Price grinned.

Elvira stayed silent watching Price saunter over to the wardrobe, taking out an outfit for the evening.

“You'll wear this.” Price commented. “I know it'll compliment your features.” He left the dress on the bed, getting footwear out too to match with it.

“You know nothing about me.” Elvira looked at him with anger in her eyes.

“I know plenty.” Price suddenly turned to look at her. “I know that your father got you up at the crack of dawn, head down on books, fighting outside at midday.” He said as he stepped towards her.

“How your grandfather always made sure you had time to draw, to read…”

Elvira stayed silent. “That is only basically about me-” She then got interrupted by Price.

“Your father killed your mother, but we don't speak about that do we?” Price taunted her.

“I know plenty about you, I know everything. Things that you do not know about yourself either.” His eyes glowed ever so slightly.

“I will show you such wonders, when you're ready.”

Elvira glared up at Price. “I'll wipe that smirk off your face.” She mumbled in anger.

“I'd love to see you try, see you tonight my love.” Price stepped out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him. Allowing one of the female servants to enter to help Elvira get dressed.

“We have a situation.” Ghost walked towards Price, Gaz was with him too as they stood opposite of him.

“We overheard that a large group of Vampire hunters will be here tonight.” Gaz commented. "We scent about fourty of them."

“Then tonight, we feast.” Price responded to Ghost. “And she will watch.” He added.

[fountainpenguin]

"And honestly, I think you're fine! I mean, you're beautiful... about 84% of the time!" (x)

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New Dog's Life chapter today! ~ 3rd Life series fan-season

Chapter 21 - “Heat (Martyn, BigB)”

❤️ Read on AO3

💛 Start from Chapter 1

💚 More Pixels Imperfect fics

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A frustrated Martyn is left alone to babysit the Fox Dragon’s eggs. He texts Grian, Scott, Cleo, Mumbo, and Ren, then gets in three fights within an hour.

Meanwhile, BigB checks if Impulse's new farm designs are ethical for the villagers involved and Bdubs walks in on a dynamic that catches him off guard. Huzzah for server hub politics!

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

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InTheLittleWood - Phantom

Status: Bored

Acting captain of New Star Station's phantom hybrid flock

💙  🧡  💚

"Iron… water… charcoal… salt… Ugh." Martyn leans all his weight against the lab table, blowing his lips. "Wow, this would be so much easier if I had an admin panel- none of this back-and-forth rabble. Why don't I ever look these things up when I'm on-server?"

The fox eggs, being eggs, don't respond. Martyn had to peel his eyes from them to focus his attention on the lab table, though he keeps his tail resting on the ground, lightly wrapped around the nearest one. If someone flutters down on the flock roost platform, he'll hear them. And if someone creeps on tiptoes across the landing, the vibration will rattle up his spine. He's a great caretaker. This is going just swell.

And it's not a bad gig, actually, stuck up here on the clock tower... so long as you don't mind the squawking and banter of parrot hybrids in the southern park whose voices carry back all this way. Let them sing you the song of their people; we're all sparky-frustrated up here in Between. Gods, that stupid moon.

Grian: i maen its no surprise if its rough. wild phantom idle ambiance uses live young w/o eggs or nests. the hybrids were the same back in my world Grian: well undead young but ykwim Grian: like its your bat side and not your vulture side is what im saying Grian: or whatever else you are InTheLittleWood: k InTheLittleWood: thanks g Grian: yeah sure InTheLittleWood: wait how do undead hybrid babies work? Grian: ? were you born alive? InTheLittleWood: ?? I thought I was? I was adopted as an egg tho, I didn't hatch in Linda's nest. Never thought to ask "Hey Mum and Dad, was I born alive?"

He pats the nearby eggs as Grian starts to type. Should he put his crocs back on? Is it rude to put your smelly feet up on a spawn egg? They can't sense that, right? Nah… They're not even born yet. The very beginnings of a soul might be in there (Maybe? He's not sure how it works), but they only hatch once an account links up to them. This clutch only has a few dozen eggs.

Martyn rests his hands on his stomach, counting down the ticking seconds. Thousands and thousands of eggs hatch every day, more or less in the order they were laid by one of the 98 dragons across Between. Sometimes siblings and camera twins are born the same species. Sometimes another dragon dropped a few of her own in a nest at the same time, so there's a split.

On rare occasion, two souls bundle in a single egg- That's where you get identical twins like Grian and Two. How much longer before these foxes start spawning? It can't be long now.

Gods, imagine if every single one hatches two souls… That'll be at least 60, 70, 80 fox hybrids scampering around up here. I should probably take them down to ground level. The base of the tower is a big empty room, offering nothing but the stairs and the doorway out.

Grian: i think mumbo said the phantom dragon carries the eggs in her throat pouch Grian: its what the alligator dragon does and she lives in the swamp near mumbo's spawner with joels mom InTheLittleWood: Suddenly I think I owe my parents some cards and gifts. I knew adopting phantoms was rare but I didnt realize grabbing an egg probably means crawling inside Linda's mouth and escaping before she bites you, geez 😳 InTheLittleWood: unless they just got my egg right after it was laid Grian: when the spawnlings hatch they eat the souls shes been carrying in there Grian: lol Grian: i mean mumbo got paid the big $ to do egg stealing runs, its why he had the last allay aggs Grian: eggs

Martyn lifts his brows, staring at his comm screen. If you measure by years instead of levels, he's older than Mumbo. Mumbo definitely didn't grab his egg, but how weird would that be? You marry the man who kidnapped you as a baby… That's just weird.

Granted, he does hail from a well-off family. The term "well-off" is ambiguous when you're off-server, but the gist is that his parents actually do have diamonds whereas most of Between's natural resources have been picked over out in the wild.

Growing up, he always just assumed his parents ended up with a phantom egg because that's what they bid for when the adventurers - usually, but not always wandering traders - went out on adoption runs to the dragon nests. His mum's an otter hybrid and his dad's a raven: a rare predator and a rare scavenger most people don't even know are native in the game.

Otter code was prepped for Minecraft Dungeons, but never made it beyond early concepts. Nonetheless, they exist. They're called a Tweenborn mob- something meant to exist, but never truly crossed into one of the main dimensions. Ravens actually did make it into the Dungeons spin-off, but only went public as cosmetic pets. You don't fight them, but they hang around anyway.

Most people thought his parents were modded and would do a double-take if they ever mentioned the Otter Dragon or Raven Dragon, who rarely get the mental pings to build nests and lay eggs. Growing up, they used to introduce Martyn as "their phantom kid" and urge him to show the wings and his baby fangs.

Was I a trophy kid? he wonders now. He wouldn't put it past them. Love his parents he may, but they did chase a lot of status symbols. Being rich enough to afford what must've been a wizard-level egg retrieval - potentially from the depths of Linda's gular pouch - may have been too good to resist.

Martyn stares a little more, rubbing his thumb across the edge of his communicator. I haven't seen my parents since before my EVO days. Maybe he should go. He can fly fast and be back in a snap. Would Scott allow that?

I guess it doesn't hurt to ask.

[Full chapter on AO3 - Link at top]

[animangacreators]

ANIMANGACREATORS CHALLENGE TWENTY FIVE: GRAVEYARD

Happy Halloween Month challengers ! we're giving you one of our spookiest challenges so far as we dig some graves to remember those characters we've lost in the fictional world but hurt for real. Introducing the graveyard challenge! in this challenge, you must make three creations of different animangas following the prompts listed below. This is a permanent challenge and can be completed at any time.

prompts list:

- character/s death that has affected you the most

- character/s death you didn't see coming

- favorite undead character or character who has come back to life

to complete the challenge and earn the badge, you must:

- Make 3 original creations following the prompts stated above

- Mention @animangacreators and include “graveyard challenge" in the caption of your post as well as the prompt

- All 3 creations for this challenge must be of different animanga

- Submit the link to your final post in the #challenge-creations channel on discord so staff can award you the badge on the members page

- This challenge is worth two challenger points

- Game edits are allowed

If you have any questions, please feel free to ask us in the server or DM any of the admins!

[lipschitznotshitlips]

// I missed this little guy I love my AU Richie I can’t wait to be evil again

[sanvirtheobserver]

Taking Flight, Chapter 68: Here Comes The Cavalry

A BLU Sniper keeps watch on the top floor of the Tides Hotel. It's her turn to be on lookout since the other two guards are keeping an eye on Miss Mildenhall's new bodyguard. Her Headhunter scans the horizon until she spots a small blue light in the distance streaking across the sky. She turns to see a BLU Soldier with an array of badges around his neck coming up. The Sniper was patiently waiting for his call, keeping her crosshairs lined up on the UFO with her finger on the trigger. The Soldier peers through a pair of binoculars to see a familiar pair of bright blue wings in the distance. He jestures her to hold her fire as he pulls out a flare. A strike of the primer lights up the roof around them, and the UFO begins to fly towards them. A smile takes shape on his face as a familiar sight finally touches down on the roof, one whom seems pleasantly surprised to see the commander for the first time in a while.

Tari: Marston!

The Sniper's sights remained locked onto her target with her finger on the trigger until Marston places a hand on her shoulder.

Marston: At ease, May. She's friendly.

May lowers her gun. He turns back to Tari and let's her come in for a big hug.

Marston: Long time no see, Bluebird.

Tari: Yeah. It's funny seeing you here too.

Marston: Yeah. The Admins sent us in the moment they caught wind of this place. Mann Co is no stranger to fighting off hordes of killer robots. We were able to fortify the Central Nexus just in time, and the VAC has already gotten most of the surviving civs out of here.

Tari: I'm sorry....... the VAC?

Marston: The Valiant Assistance Coalition. Company friends of ours.

He glances down to the streets below, where an armored RED Heavy guns down another Machine with his riot shotgun, and a GRN Demowoman blows an oncoming horde to scrap with a well placed mortar. All of this is happening as several VAC Operators are loading another round of civilians into APCs for evacuation.

Marston: What about you? What brings you here?

Tari: Well, me and my friends have been doing an investigation of our own here. We encountered one of these machines over at Bricktown.

Marston: You mean the incident at Spudsy's?

Tari: Yeah.

She's still hesitant to speak more on that. The image of poor Lucas fading away was still fresh in her head, along with her conversation with Zoey.

Marston: Well, best get inside. Potman and Mildenhall should be wrapping up their little meeting.

The three head into the penthouse, where Martha and Potman can be seen discussing matters in the lounge. Melony is keeping guard nearby when she sees Marston arriving with Tari in tow.

Melony: Tari, you're back! Did you find what you were looking for?

Tari nods as she pulls out the USB and plugs it into her arm. A display pops up bearing Tari's findings.

Tari: As it turns out, the city was already suffering from a sickness spreading through its water supply, decimating a good tenth of the total population. This was months before the initial robot attacks.

Marston: That would explain why the city fell so quickly. That's either extremely unfortunate timing..........

Martha: .........Or it was part of a plan.

She takes a sip of wine before resuming her interjection.

Martha: Tari, isn't there something about these particular machines you'd like to share?

Tari: Of course! They're powered by a special matrix that contains............

????????: A human soul.

A chill hung in the air as the voice grabbed the room's attention. A grim looking GRN Medic emerges from the shadows.

Marston: Heilung........ I was wondering when you'd show your mask again.

The good doctor takes a moment to adjust his glasses.

Tödliche: Yes....... Anyways, these machines are powered by a soul stone core, sustained by a self-charging rune matrix system. Effectively undead.

Marston: But where would anybody get this many souls?

Tari: The only way to bind a soul to an object is to capture the soul shortly after it leaves the body........ right after death.

A dour silence hangs in the air as everyone sees the pieces fall into place. It's becoming evident that the two events are now connected. After all, such a great tragedy would provide more than enough fresh souls to those with the means of collecting them.

Marston: Then this mission just became critical.

Potman: I agree.

He takes a puff from his cigar as he turns his attention back towards Martha.

Martha: Mr. Potman was initially here to discuss some development projects with the city council.......... before everything went belly up, that is. It turns out we may have a "mutual interest" in this matter.

Potman: Indeed. I've been told you were investigating this matter yourselves, correct?

Tari: That's right, sir. You've probably already heard about the incident at Bricktown, right?

Potman: Why yes. A truly unfortunate circumstance. The sooner we find this "toymaker" the sooner this scourge will end, and the sooner BLU can come in and build this place up to a PROPER city. With any luck, we'll have clean water running by the weekend!

An alert suddenly sounds off from Marston's intercom.

R. Heavy: Captain, come in.

Marston: I read you loud and clear, Ivan.

Back on the bottom floor, the RED Heavy helps an exceptionally sore Vincent stay on his feet while Mario and Meggy take a breather on the bench. He's lucky his arm is even still attached, let alone still in its socket after prolonged travel via Backwards Long Jump.

Ivan: It is Vincent. He's here with ginger girl and red Italian man.

Melony: Mario and Meggy! They must be back from scouting.

Marston: And they just found one of my men. Let them in, Ivan. I'll be right there.

Ivan: Very well!

Ivan opens a gate in the barricade and let's the three enter as more explosions can be heard. Once within the fortress walls, a pair of VAC Agents escort them to the lobby. The Mercs have done a good job of fashioning what was once a cushy welcoming area into a formidably armed base of operations. The elevator arrives and out comes Captain Marston with Tari and May in tow, much to Meggy's surprise.

Meggy: Captain Marston. Funny seeing you here.

Marston: Likewise, Spletzer. Good to see you in one piece too, Adler.

Vincent: Danke, Captain. I just- OH.

May comes in and surprises the medic with a nice hug. He couldn't help but feel a bit flustered.

????: Captain Marston. I was just looking for you.

The captain's attention is now turned towards a high ranking VAC Officer sporting a black and white overcoat, black jeans, and a pair of Katanas strapped to his side. He looked remarkably young for his age, apart from a scar on the bridge of his nose. He is accompanied by a purple haired Deputy Officer in standard Operator uniform with a lever action sniper rifle hanging from her back.

Marston: Good to see you doing well, Masa.

Masa turns his attention to Tari and her friends.

Masa: And who are these guys? More refugees?

Marston: Friends, actually. They actually assisted us with Operation Devil's Den.

Meggy: The name's Meggy. This is Mario.....

Mario: Pingas.

Meggy: ...... and this is Tari.

Tari: It's a pleasure to meet you, sir.

Masa: I'm Chief Officer Masa Shimamoto, and this is Deputy Officer Lucinia Porter.

The Deputy bows.

Lucinia: At your service.

Masa: We've just returned from a scouting mission on the outskirts of town.

Marston: I hope you brought good news.

Lucinia: Enemy movement patterns appear to stem from an old prison facility called Shepherd's Watch, about 10 clicks east of Arrowhead Fields. Chances are that's where we'll find the source of this mess.

Marston: Then that's where we're going next. You three head up and notify Potman.

Tari: On it, sir.

Meggy: I'll tell Three to get the Airship ready.

Mario: I'm-a gonna go take a piss.

The three head into the elevator, leaving Masa and Marston to resume their conversation

Masa: Captain, with all due respect.......... are you CERTAIN you can trust these "friends" of yours with something like this?

Marston: As certain as one can be, Masa.

Masa: And if they screw up?

Marston shoots one last glance at the three before the elevator closes. This is the second time they've saved one of his men, and it was Tari who landed the final blow on Xel'Takau. He understood that they aren't as "professional" as other mercs, and they definitely aren't as well organized as the ops, but he's seen them pull through more than he could've expected. It's undoubtedly a risk but..........

Marston: That's my risk to take.

[eldritch-spouse]

alrighty here's my oc idea:

Dolly Duvail

Patches is a mad magician and a sad lonely loser freak, of course he tried to make a girlfriend. He'd set up a [sex] doll and try to imbue life [or some form of it] Into the doll. But it failed. So he tried again. And again. And again and again and again so on so forth. Each time the dolls animated its like they'd go mad. Immediately trying to destroy themselves. Because he was wasting resources he stopped sticking to sex dolls and would try to animate anything large humanoid and articulated.

Until eventually, it worked. He was successfully able to animate a life-sized Porcelain doll. It didn't immediately try to destroy itself like the others. It didn't have the "parts" but patches didn't really care at this point, he'd already long lost the "make a girlfriend" idea and instead focused on the animating a humanoid object task itself. And he finally succeeded! It could walk and talk and well, be alive!

But it wasn't alive, it was dead. Specifically, undead. Y'see, what patches was essentially doing [on accident] was resurrecting dead people into the doll bodies. Forced possession. The reason they all tried to destroy themselves is because the human souls went mad when forced into an inhuman body. His success is the only one mentally resilient enough to not go insane.

And thus, Dolly was forced into the clergy.

A few notes:

Dolly uses they/them pronouns because they were a man pre-death and upon being resurrected into a "girl" body they just went "welp guess I'm both now"

Dolly is entirely Porcelain except for a plush stomach. Head, limbs, and chest are all Porcelain. Also due to the glass face they can't make expressions

Dolly has a very Lolita fashion style. Big poofy dresses with lots of accessories. Mostly in Greys, blacks, and purples

Because they don't have anything even resembling sex organs they are asexual. [An asexual character? On the sex blog? It's much more likely than you think]

Dolly cant leave the clergy both due to patches magic and dieing on the premisis

Lastly and most importantly, Dolly's "job" at the clergy. They don't have an official title and everyone just see's them as another of patches experiments, but Dolly has one job that they do religiously. Y'see Dolly is a mercy killer. They take humans forced into the clergy and snap their necks cooing about how it'll be okay, this'll hurt a lot less than if they let them go.

Alright now for the fun part, character relations

Patches: Dolly and patches have a friendly relationship only really out of necessity. Non-con friendship essentially. Patches tries to keep Dolly alive and well because well, he's proud of his experiment and it'd be REALLY hard to do that again. Dolly understands that and isn't antagonistic to Patches. They act indifferent a lot out of survival. If they give Patches attention, negative or positive, it might push him to use Dolly for their original purpose and they do not want that.

Krulu: Dolly has never directly interacted with krulu. There was a time in the very first month of their reanimation that patches came to them saying Master krulu wants them to stop killing their "merchandise". He was successful in emphasizing how krulu was 2 seconds away from shattering them and it took patches begging as hard as he could to keep Dolly alive. So now Dolly only kills those that are already going to die. Morrell's piggies and humans after vinnel used them in a show mostly.

Admin: admin and Dolly have met only once. It was just a simple check-in that admin does with all of patches bigger projects. When admin met Dolly she thought "woman shaoed object. It won't last a week". She's honestly surprised they've lasted so long.

Morrell: he doesn't really care about Dolly [lack of vagina saves them once again] but Dolly HATES Morrell. He tortures humans for his own sick pleasure, often. AND he's a hypocrite! Dolly hates hypocrites! So they target his "livestock" for their mercy kills the most often. Morrell is fucking pisses his pigs keep dieing early but he doesn't suspect that weird little doll that started wandering around.

Vinnel: oh Vinnel LOVES Dolly. For all the wrong reasons of course. And again, Dolly hates him [for obvious reasons]. Vinnel is overjoyed there is someone weaker than him wandering around. A perfect Porcelain doll just for him to play with! Ohoho! It's the perfect gift for him! He's definitely very roughly "played" with Dolly many times. If it weren't for patches protection magic and Belo coming in to help he would have shattered Dolly long ago. If Dolly wasn't expressionless and was able to cry, vinnel would have stolen them away long ago. But alas, it's so much less fun when they stare at him blankly.

Belo: Dolly considers Belo a coward who will lick the boots of anyone with an iota of power and to be fair, he kinda is. He does keep them safe from rowdy customers so they do appreciate that though

Santi: somewhat surprisingly, santi does NOT like Dolly. They take away attention from customers who prefer the more feminine petite, and elegant type he can't provide. And to make it so much worse, because they are a stupid doll his incubus powers don't work on them! He wouldn't mind the attention stealing if he could at least have fun with them but no! He just, can't! And Dolly doesn't even want all the attention they take from him! That ungrateful brat! The only thing stopping Santi from shattering Dolly into a million pieces is that they cant/won't take any money from clients. Dolly is, completely clueless about his dislike of them. Infact, they think they are friends. Lust is very low on their list of atrocious sins so Dolly doesn't mind santi at all. They actually enjoy his company a bit.

Grimbly: oh Dolly and grimbly are besties. Grimbly immediately attached to Dolly because they are a big pretty doll! Of course he wants to be near them! And Dolly thinks of grimbly as a sweet boy despite working here. Being near someone who isn't blatantly horrible does wonders to Dolly's very fractured mind. And having someone at the clergy 24/7 ready to listen and talk to him is just perfect for the attention starved grimbly is a dream come true. They are besties they have tea parties.

Sybastion: syb was actually the one to kill Dolly when they were alive. But Dolly is "nice" [dollys version of nice is just not blatantly ignoring someone] to him. That's because they think he's a stupid animal. Sybastion is used to this so he doesn't mind too much. Dolly is like that with all the more animalistic of the clergy members. Glauk, magus, pebble, and helion. Are all animals being taken advantage of in dollys eyes

That is all. If I didn't mention a clergy member that's because they don't really have much of a relationship. Dolly duvail has invades my cranium they are just a pretty doll In a pretty dress they are going to snap your neck because they want to save you

Non con friendship 🧍

Ajfnwneb *scream* I'm going to fucking die.

God, the idea of an animated doll initially meant to be grease-lord Patches' girlfriend but becoming completely fucking sexless is hilarious. To the cuck chair with you, gourd head.

An asexual character in such an overly sexual environment wouldn't thrive very well, but I guess they might live off of spite at that point. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I do have one slight gripe here. Santi is not as jealous as you make him out to be. He's mostly only truly threatened by other concubi or someone who steals his obsessions' attention. Dolly is neither. If anything, he would encourage them to seek out perverts and get frisky with them, regardless of the lack of genitals. That is a fetish for some people. He will most likely get on their nerves still.

There is leeway for Grimbly to become the competitive and jealous one if Dolly dresses better than him or steals the type of attention he gets. To be on good terms with him, Dolly would have to work carefully.

[adventuringalchemy]

Beware, incoming ramble!

For the time period question I always saw MC as purely medieval, at least when you as the player pop into the world.

Either by nature or because of post apocalyptic consequences. Each explains the hordes of zombies/undead, structures, old strongholds, etc. Either created by old magic and ancient wars that created those old bastions and constructs (blazes, guardians, irongolems so forth) or simply leftovers of a greater civilisation that has vanished now.

While the world of minecraft itself is purely Medieval, humans/players bring knowledge and technology with them! We know how to mimic big skyscrapers, tele communication, modern structures and such because we have seen them before and know how things work already! Knowledge that is lacking in the other "native" inhabitants of the world.

Humans/Players (and I guess the mods they might bring with them) are the varible that determines how advanced the time setting and technology can be.

Or I suppose in case of MCSM- where humans act merely like any other inhabitant of the world- the admins. They determine what experience the server should offer, after all. They just mod the world themselves and give the tools needed if they just want to. Maybe they even go out of their way to remove possibility of modern features if they like to keep it fantasy like, or bust all doors open for people to create their own modern utopia. Fancy thinking. Much theorising.

Opinions, thoughts, counter arguments?

ANONYMOUS SENT AN ASK .

sorry if this isn't 100% because my benadryl is kicking in super hard atm but i 100% agree with you. especially since in mcsm there are actual mc youtubers put in there but they still act the same as other humans inside the universe there. their world was just a lot more modern as seen that they have modern clothes on, act a little different, and reference making things for people to watch.

it does make me wonder though. i have always thought the admins to be the gods of mcsm. they have the power to create things and to delete things. what about the other worlds? did fred, xara, and romeo all make those other worlds? did they make the old builders to see how they would fuck around with shit? romeo has obviously tried to find a new "champion" and/or people he can simulate into an admin without making them an admin to try and replace the old friends he fucked over. i mean if you think about it, they had to have right? because of all the technology that these other worlds have compared to jesse's world. but then again maybe not because the old builders did that all themselves. the mcyters in mcsm made everything themselves as well.

sometimes i wonder if the admins were the first actual people to spawn in the underground. the world below the world. like they are the humans that are playing the game yet they're absolutely forbidden to talk about it. or perhaps they were humans that were teleported into the mc world by force and they haven't had the ability to come back out. idk. just something i've thought about.

another theory i have is that romeo put the command block in the world to see how people would react to having true admin/god power. and it was all just a huge test before giving jesse the gauntlet to see if anybody would be worthy or capable of becoming friends with him / being the next new champion. obviously the order of the stone wasn't capable of destroying it, but jesse was. and that's what made him reach out to him.

i don't personally know much about the lore of base minecraft other than that there are several stories woven within a world you make yourself. like saving the end and the endermen. the piglins are a hostile mob protecting their home. villages with everyone having their own life to deal with. the illagers and their dark culture. the alchemist who was in the igloo trying to figure out how to heal zombification. though it is strange that you and your friends are the only humans left in this world.

to me it almost seems fair to assume it was some sort of amnesia thing. the character spawns in and is so fucking lost and confused but gradually figures out what to do along the way.

[thathermitweirdo]

The worlds had shifted.

The feeling was new.

Fresh.

Powerful.

It wasn't uncommon to feel a new realm come into creation. Players would come and go, worlds and servers blinking in and out of existence every passing moment. Some had been abandoned, left behind and forgotten. Others could be inhabited for years, for those who had undying determination. Each would be more different than the last, from the terrain and the world itself, to the builds and the creations that filled the region.

Normally, they would pay no mind to this. It was the natural way. One server would crumble, only for a new world to be brought into existence at the very same time. Though, it was hard to ignore how intriguing this new realm was. Something about it held great promise, like it was destined for something.

That had already caught their attention. The overwhelming potential that radiated off this world could not be ignored, nor would they turn a blind eye to its inhabitants. They were vigorous and bright, just as the new world that they had traveled to. Their presence was like a luminous beacon of light, impossible to ignore through its immaculate glow.

Individually, the large group of players held a small glow, no bigger than a candle. But when they were brought together, when they were united as one, the light they held could not be contained. It reached throughout the corners of the world, brightening even the darkest shadows that lurked within the realm they inhabited. As one would fall into dismay, the others would be there to offer their undying light. They were intertwined, bonded closer than blood, with eternal faith and trust in one another.

They were allies.

Friends.

Family.

The players were vastly different in many aspects. Some were inhuman, monsters and creatures of the undead. Others were purely human, though their skills and abilities were anything but similar. They were nothing alike, and yet cherished each other as if they were the closest of kin. It was...odd. How could they be so close, so accepting of one another?

Worlds like these were uncommon. Players were normally in conflict, at war with one another. Calm servers never lasted, most would turn greedy or vengeful rather quickly. Allies were rare, but a moment of peace was even rarer. But here, it was all for fun. No smoldering battlefields, or ruins of buildings. It was peaceful.

This wasn't what they were used to.

They liked it.

It was refreshing. A new challenge.

Servers were always so easy to conquer, to control. They were already at war with one another, making it easier to persuade and manipulate players. But these players? They were a united force, they would be able to stand together and resist. They would be harder to control, they wouldn't be pinned against one another so easily. And yet, the reward would be far greater than the effort it took to achieve it.

This world would bow before them, the players worshiping them like gods.

They just needed a bit of help to get it done.

⭑

The start of the season was always Xisuma's favorite time.

Especially now, the first day of season six, as the small batch of misfit players set up camp in what would be the future shopping district. Tomorrow morning, they would all go their separate ways to start work on bases and farms. But for now, the server's admin pushed that thought away. It wasn't the time to worry about building starter bases or collecting tools and armor, it was the time to spend with his close friends.

Doc and Iskall were working on setting up a couple temporary tents where the group would spend the night. Joe was helping Stress prepare a dinner over the campfire that False was collecting more firewood for. The admin himself was busy fixing up a few bugs here and there, since 1.16 wasn't all that finalized. But, the server seemed to be running smoothly, so at least that wasn't an issue.

"How much longer until all the bugs are fixed with the update?" Zedaph asked, impatient from his excitement.

"I'm not entirely sure yet," X laughed. "But I'm sure it won't be too long. Just the first few days. Don't worry about it, I'll get it done."

"Don't kill yourself with the workload." Joe warned as he waved a ladle at the admin.

Xisuma simply rolled his eyes, though a smile remained across his face. "I got it. Now, where—"

"Dudes!" Ren called, running out of the darkened woods. "Mumbo and I found a shipwreck nearby!"

"Oh, looks like that answers my question." X chuckled yet again.

The aforementioned redstoner stumbled into the campsite, though his hair and clothes were dripping wet with salt water. "Yep...and someone had to go get the loot.."

"Find anything good?" Cleo asked while lounging by the fire.

"A few potatoes and some rotten flesh, but nothing useful. We did happen to find a couple spots that looked good for bases, but that's about it." Mumbo sighed with disappointment lingering in his voice, taking a seat near the fire in hopes of drying himself off.

"We'll have better luck in the future, after all, it is only the first day." Stress hummed while stirring a large cauldron of bubbling soup, pouring it into a couple bowls for the group to enjoy.

"I'd say we're doing pretty good for a start." TinFoilChef joined the conversation, walking into the campsite with an iron pickaxe in one hand. Tango was close behind, carrying their goodies that they had collected from the underground caverns.

"I assume the mining trip went well?" Cub asked as he handed a bowl of soup to Scar, while the older hermit gave a calm nod, setting down his tool.

"Plenty of iron and a couple diamonds. It was definitely a good haul, we barely spent any time down in the mines."

Tango dropped the bag of materials on the ground, taking a seat between Impulse and Zedaph near the tents. "Yeah. I'd say this season is off to a pretty great start!"

"Agreed. It's not every day we all get together and camp out like this, but I'm glad we are." Wels chimed in, sitting next to Jevin while sharpening an iron sword.

"I wish we could do it more often." Xisuma sighed while closing a floating transparent screen that he used to monitor the server on. "Hopefully we can in the future, but for now I plan on enjoying the moment."

"Finally, dude! You've been staring at the screen since we got on the server!" Ren said, patting the spot next to him to invite the admin to take a seat.

"I know, I know... I'm just trying to get the server working so that I don't have to waste time on it when the bugs get worse."

"Well, it's better to get it all done now rather than put it off for later." Doc said as he finished setting up one of the last tents, joining the rest of the hermits by the fire for dinner.

"That's true—" Cleo admitted, "—but you gotta start taking breaks more often. You can't fix up the server if you're completely exhausted!"

Xisuma chuckled. "Alright, alright, I promise this season will be different." He said, Joe handing him a steaming bowl of soup.

"Does everyone have something to eat?" The poet asked the small group, gaining nods and agreement from the other hermits. He smiled and sat next to Cleo to enjoy his own meal.

By the time everyone had finished eating, it was late into the night. It had taken time to gather up all the ingredients and prepare dinner, so that was to be expected. Most hermits went to bed immediately after, planning to get up early in the morning to start work on their starter bases. The few remaining hermits spent the rest of the night joking and laughing before reluctantly turning in for the night.

Doc was one of the last few awake, rubbing his organic eye to fight away the creeping feeling of sleep. By now it was well past midnight, as the moon hung high in the sky above. Stars danced and twinkled like never before, as if the galaxy was celebrating the arrival of the hermits to this new world. "Wow," the cyborg muttered in awe. "I don't think I've ever seen so many stars in one place before."

Xisuma glanced up from the panel he was working on, distracted for a moment. "Yeah. It's beautiful." He agreed with a smile, before turning back to his admin duties.

"C'mon, man. You shouldn't be working right now. It's way too late." Tango mentioned, stuck between Impulse against his shoulder and Zedaph's head resting on his lap. Both had fallen asleep long ago, and while Tango was tired, he feared that moving would wake them up.

"Yeah. It's the first night. We'll be able to deal with a couple bugs here and there!" Cub agreed.

The admin kept his eyes glued to the screens in which he worked on. "Sorry. I know I said I would stop working. It's just that—"

"You're a workaholic." Tango rolled his eyes with a chuckle.

"Seriously. You need a vacation!"

"Or at least some sleep." Doc laughed, "It's late, X. Why not turn in for the night?"

"I will, I will. I just need to wrap a few things up, I swear." He promised.

"Okay, fine. Don't make Doc have to drag you to bed!" Cub chortled as he stood up, stretching his arms above his head. "I'm gonna join Scar in his tent for the night. See you guys in the morning."

"Night Cub! Hey Doc, do you think you could help me with Impulse and Zed? I don't think I can carry them back to our tent by myself."

"No problem, Tango." The creeper said as he stood up, walking over to team ZIT. He grabbed Zedaph by the collar of his sweater with ease, before grabbing Impulse with his other arm.

"Dang! Gotta love robotic enhancements!" He laughed in awe of Doc's strength.

"Come on, let’s get these two to bed." Doc said before glancing over his shoulder, locking eyes with Xisuma. "Get some rest, man."

The two headed back to their tents, leaving the admin alone by the remaining ashes of the fire. He sighed while closing the floating panel of code. 'They're right, ' Xisuma thought silently. 'I'll get some water to put out the fire, then head to bed. I don't need to finish fixing all the bugs today.'

He grabbed an empty pail sitting by some resources, the admin heading out of the campsite in search of a river. X could have sworn he saw one earlier, though the forest was harder to navigate in the midst of the night.

Looking up towards the sky, the stars above glistening brighter than before. Xisuma paused for a moment, almost enchanted by the sight. 'The sky has never looked so clear before, ' The Brit thought while staring at the darkened blue deep purples hues in the galaxy above. 'It's almost like magic. '

Fog filled his mind, eyelids growing heavy. 'Goodness, I really AM tired. I didn't even realize... ' Xisuma yawned, tearing his eyes away from the sight of the stars above. Once he got the water from the river, he could head to bed and finally get some much-needed rest.

Walking through the forest, running water could be heard softly trickling nearby. The campsite could be seen very faintly in the horizon, though the flicker of light from the ashes was beginning to die down. Even so, it was safer to fully extinguish the fire, just in case. Xisuma didn't want any fire spreading on their very first night. Though, it wouldn't take very long before someone accidentally burned down a tree or two.

He knelt beside the river, dipping the bucket into the slowly flowing water. Xisuma stared into the eyes of his reflection, somewhat lost in the distant mess of his thoughts. Something felt wrong, as if his mind wasn't working properly. Was he getting sick? That couldn't be very good, especially this early into season six! It would be a shame to have Joe and Tango step in as temporary admins, causing them to fall behind on early progress. Not to mention they would have to deal with all the strange glitches that seemed to be popping up on the server.

Taking off his helmet for some fresh air, Xisuma let his shoulders relax. He rubbed his eyes, grogginess from the lack of sleep beginning to weaken both his mind and body. The Brit tried to stand, though the bucket felt much too heavy to carry. He could barely hold it for a few moments before dropping it, causing all the water he had collected to spill out.

"Oh jeez.." X muttered while shaking his head, bending down to lift the bucket off of the ground. For a moment he saw something out of the corner of his eye, as if someone had been there for a moment. A chill of surprise ran down his spine, Xisuma turning around to spot whoever had snuck behind him.

No one was there.

"H-hello?" He spoke rather quietly, glancing around at the surrounding trees in the forest. "Doc? Is that you?"

' My imagination must be running wild. I should hurry and get back to camp before I drive myself crazy. ' Xisuma thought cautiously to himself, picking the bucket back off of the ground. He dipped the pail back into the water, gathering just enough to put out the fire, but it would be light enough for him to carry.

Clutching the bucket close to his chest, Xisuma began to walk back to camp. He felt paranoid, like someone was watching him from afar. It was a ridiculous thought, but one that filled him with anxiety. It's like he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being stalked, which caused the admin to walk slightly faster through the forest.

His body froze at a rustle coming from the bushes, his heart rate increasing drastically. X shakily glanced over his shoulder, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. "C-Cub? Tango? Is that one of you?" The bushes rustled again, causing the admin to take a step closer.

"Hello..?" He raised an eyebrow, taking another nervous step toward the bush. He placed a hand on one of the branches, pulling away the greenery to try and glance at what was hiding within.

Something jumped out at him, too fast to give Xisuma the chance to scream. The only sound was his bucket hitting the ground, and the faint splash of water.

⭑

When he woke up, there was a shift in the air.

It was the first thing Xisuma came to realize, as the cool air of the summertime night had been lost. Instead there was an uneasy chill, a feeling that he just couldn't explain. His head felt like it had been split open, a pounding feeling against his skull that made the admin groan.

"Looks like he's awake. " A voice spoke suddenly, one that Xisuma hadn't heard before.

He fought to open his eyes, his vision foggy and unfocused. The world around him wasn't Hermitcraft, X knew that for sure. It...Well, it wasn't any world. There was quite literally nothing, nothing other than space. Galaxies surrounded him, stars and planets unlike any that Xisuma had ever seen before. Deep purple hues mixed with blue and red, so vivid that it was like the Brit was actually in space.

"Welcome, admin!" Another voice greeted him, causing Xisuma's gaze to shift upwards.

Two figures stood before him, tall creatures with the silhouette of humans, yet they were anything but. Their skin was a light shade of purple, ears pointed, with the white of their eyes instead black. One was female, or at least, it looked like a female? Her hair was long, flowing down to her waist. She wore a dress with a deep purple color (which complemented her skin) along with gold accents and jewelry. The man was dressed the same, but instead of a dress he wore a fine suit with a long tailcoat.

What X found most intriguing about these creatures was their hair. It was...strange, to say the least. It was as if their hair was made up of the galaxy itself. Dark purple colors mixed with stars and nebulas, as if they had taken a chunk of space and merged it with their hair. It moved like it was made of magic, flowing mystically on its own.

"This is the one?" The man asked, seemingly unimpressed with a cold gaze of judgment locked onto Xisuma. "I suppose he will do...For now."

"Patience is key, Cepheus." She spoke with a voice made of silk, the woman kneeling beside Xisuma's collapsed body. "He will do just nicely."

X tried to push himself off of the ground, though a burning numbness suddenly washed over him, causing the admin to collapse before he could get onto his knees. "W-wha—" Xisuma gasped, lungs burning as if he had run a marathon.

"Stay still." The man, Cepheus, commanded. There was a strange aura surrounding his hand, was it the reason X suddenly felt so numb? Was it some kind of spell? Or magic?

The female creature removed his helmet, placing it next to the admin while inspecting his face. She placed a hand on his chin to lift his head, stroking a thumb against his cheek. Her magic seemed to cancel the magic that had previously overtaken him, which gave Xisuma the chance to catch his breath. Still, he was frozen on the ground, paralyzed.

"Let's help you up, shall we?" She smiled, snapping her fingers together. Xisuma felt his body leave the ground as a tingle spread through his limbs, his arms and legs moving with a mind of their own. His limbs straightened out as his feet touched the ground, though he felt frozen. It was like he was some kind of toy or figurine for these creatures to play with, no free will of his own.

She clasped her hands together. "Much better, now we can properly speak with you. I am Cassiopeia. And this—" She gestured towards the man standing next to her. "—is Cepheus. We are creatures known as Watchers, beings of magic and power."

"We've taken a liking to your server." Cepheus continued, "So we have decided to help you out."

"As the admin, we have decided to gift you power similar to ours. You will use the magic we give you to keep your server in check, as well as assist us." Cassiopeia said.

Xisuma blinked, his mind trying to catch up with everything that was happening. "I-I'm sorry, 'assist you'? What does that mean?"

"You will simply have to repay us for our gift. We can go into finer details later on, though it isn't of relevance at the moment. For now, however, we shall send you back to your realm." Cepheus explained with a magical aura surrounding his hand.

"Wait, what—?!" Xisuma shook his head, "I-I don't agree to this, I have questions, wait—"

"Everything will come in due time." Cassiopeia cut off the admin's concerns as she spoke. "We have sent someone to your server to grant you the magic you need. They shall help guide you, as well as keep you in contact with us. We shall watch. Go now, there's so much to prepare for."

"Hold on, stop—!" X pleaded, though his cries fell upon deaf ears. The pair of Watchers smiled at him with eyes dark and sinister, as Xisuma's vision began to blur.

There were so many questions he had, so many concerns, yet they all went unanswered as he blacked out.

[siriannatan]

Sheriff's Day Off

It's all @joifee fault I wrote this (thank you 😺).

Also, I wrote this on my phone so I couldn't put it through my usual grammar check so sorry if there are mor e mistakes than usually.

It was a peaceful day in the Empires Server. As peaceful as one can be when less than twenty hours ago a bunch of players from a different Server suddenly dropped by because of a weird portal. fWhip was giving a tour to Al the Hermits who missed the initial one and those who wanted another one. Tango chose to come alone since Jimmy was apparently busy today.

It was weird seeing Jimmy on his home Server. On Life servers and literally everywhere else Tango has ever seen him he was so different. Much more shy and withdrawn. Here he seemed both aloof and constantly vigilant at the same time. He was still very nice to Tango and offered him a place to stay at in Tumble town.

Tango felt only slightly weird about accepting a job in Gobland. But Jimmy didn't seem to mind it when he told him about it. Just said something vague about the place being grate and moved on to being busy the next day.

Tango guessed head some ruler stuff to do and just joined the second tour. There were places he hadn't seen on the initial one. And fWhip was fun to be around. Very different admin form Xisuma but that's good. There's only one X after all.

He was a bit sad all the other emperor's/ rulers were too busy to join. Mostly by making accomodations for the Hermits. So colour him surprised when an annoyed looking Scott landed next to fWhip. "Would you happen to know where's Jimmy?" He asked his admin. Tango could only hope it wasn't about him.

"No. And your pokies are sticking out," fWhip shrugged, at all not bothered by rainbow crystals sticking out of Scott. Tango was pretty sure they weren't there yesterday. "What do you even need the sheriff for anyway?"

"Well, he promised..." Scott started but was stopped by the Sheriff landing behind him and, completely unborhered by the crystals, wrapping him in a hug. Using his height advantage to easily rest his head in Scott's cyan, unprotected by his hat on account of crystal horns, hair.

"There you are," he grinned like Tango never saw him grin. Mouth full of sharp, needle-like teeth. Hi fWhip, we might make a mess somewhere, sorry in advance," he shot the goblin a wink.

fWhip just sighed. "It's sooner than I expected," he hummed, visibly relaxing. Tango totally missed when he tensed up. "Anything I cal help with?"

"Sorry, you're a bit too squishy at the moment," Jimmy sighed, a hint of sadness in his voice. Not that Tango had time to dwell on it.

"Sorry I'm noth a half-dragon anymore," fWhip's annoyed reply had him even more shocked.

And Jimmy just giggled. "Maybe another time you can watch," he grinned as Scott, who was so far suspicious silent started to wriggle and growl. "I think that's my cue, time for Sheriff's vacation," he hummed and suddenly wasn't a human but... An undead part-fish? And like seven feet tall. And somehow enen more handsome. And had fWhip whistling and if Tango was correct blushing... And Jimmy was suddenly off, with Scott still in his arms.

"Have fun," fWhip waved him off. "Anyway, where were we?" He turned to the Hermits. There was definitely some blush still on his face.

"What. The. Hell. Was. That?" Grian was first to speak and asked what all the present Hermits were thinking.

"Result of botched server reset, we didn't really have much of a choice but rush it.I will spare you guys the details but it did mess up some code and Pearl split in two, and she Joel and Jimmy got god powers and Scott's got a demon in him... Or is part one? We're still unsure but Jimmy has to occasionally go Death God mode and beat that side of him up," fWhip explained as if he were talking about weather. "Don't worry, they'll be fine," he assured with a wide grin. It was just then that Tango noticed he had a lot pointier an sharper teeth than other goblins... Remnants of his old code?

"How does that explain anything?" Grian was clearly not satisfied with how little fWhip seemed to care about the whole situation.

"It is what it is, now back to Stratos..." The goblin king easily returned to the tour to Grian's dismay. Tango would have to ask either fWhip or Jimmy... Or Scott but he was Franky the most terrifying option...

Especially considering that when Scott and Jimmy marched into the Drip at a late evening hour as Tango and fWhip were discussing Gobland's transport systems, the king of Chromia was looking fresh as a daisy while Jimmy. Still in his half-dead-fish form looked a lot closer to dead. And unabashedly cuddled fWhip, while quietly complaining about Scott 'dragging it out'. Tango guessed It was that fight to push the crystal demon back...

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