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jellieland · 2 years ago

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So. I've been thinking a lot about the fog, and what it represents, since shubble's latest episode.

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Clearing up the tower wasn’t too bad, in the end.

Everyone he’s talked to seems to agree that this is his mess. It does, to be fair, seem like something he would do. He even sort of remembers doing parts of it, now!

He also sort of remembers a few people being a bit unhappy about it, so getting a head start on the repairs seems wise.

The mob farm was the worst of it by far, and that’s been dealt with. He’s taken out the skulk – which really is unpleasantly slimy to handle when it’s no longer the same texture as your hands – and brightened up the lighting considerably, which should take care of some of the mob spawning problems.

He hasn’t been able to find where all the catalysts are, yet, but it’s a lot easier to clean up the surface, and then deal with any more skulk when it presents itself. Sure, maybe it’s a little like just papering over the cracks, but eh, it’s functional enough for what they need. Leaving a couple of catalysts buried won’t be the end of the world, and there’s other work that needs to be done.

It’s late afternoon, and he’s putting the finishing touches to a new villager room when Scar comes crashing through the portal.

“Oh, Cub!” He calls, waving enthusiastically.

Cub puts down the lodestone he’s working on and strolls over, nodding a greeting. “Hey. How’ve you been?”

“Oh I’ve been so busy! There was Trouble Town, and Hermageddon, did you see the train I built, Cub? And Grian nearly released a wither there, and they kept trying to get me to choose between them – it’s hard being so popular, Cub, I’m sure you understand – and then I tried to Hotguy Fwhip but it did not go well – don’t tell anyone, that was so embarrassing-”

Scar continues, and Cub listens. He hears about Scar’s many exploits, and looks impressed, and nods, and interjects where appropriate.

“And what about you, Cub?” Scar asks, once he’s finished recounting his adventures. “What’ve you been doing recently?”

“Ah.” He says. He considers it for a moment, then grins. “That would be telling.”

“Oh you rapscallion!” Scar laughs. “Cubfan, man of mystery! Well, you seem to have taken care of that whole possession thing you had going on before anyway. Did you decide you’d had enough, then?”

He remembers, in a vague sort of way, being attacked by Pixl, fireworks painfully loud as they exploded. Standing still in the noise, sword sheathed, elytra folded. And later, sitting in a hole in the dark, comforting hum of the skulk beside him. He remembers sitting there for a long time.

“Yeah.” He says thoughtfully. “Something like that.”

“Well!” Says Scar brightly. “I’m glad we’ve both been having fun, then!”

He laughs. “Me too. Me too.” He pauses a moment. “Really though. I mean it. I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.” And he does mean it, too. He does.

“Aww, thank you Cub!” Scar looks genuinely touched, although most people wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between that and his usual sly charisma.

“No worries.”

Scar smiles brightly. “Well, I’m afraid I should be going now! Lots to do, you know. It was good to catch up, though, you were being super creepy last time we spoke.”

“Oh yeah?” Cub chuckles. “What, you’re not saying you were worried about me, right?”

Scar grins sheepishly. “Weeell, maybe a little bit- I know, I know, you know what you’re doing! But still, it’s nice to see you back to your old self again!”

“Thanks, man. Good to be back.”

“Of course it is, I’m here!” Scar laughs, then heads back to the nether portal, waving at him. “Bye, Cub!”

“See you ‘round.”

He vanishes through the portal. He’ll almost certainly be back in a minute or two, since whatever he’d come to Hermitopia for – probably materials – he doesn’t seem to have gotten it.

Usually Cub would wait for him to return so he could mess with him a little bit for forgetting. Maybe put some kind of rudimentary trap or ominous sign next to the nether portal for him to come back to.

Today, though, he doesn’t really feel like it.

In fact… now's probably a fine time for a break, right? That lodestone can wait a few minutes.

He won’t go too far from Hermitopia. If Scar really wants to find him for some reason, it won’t be too hard.

He nods to himself, pulls out his rockets, and flies out to circle away from the tower. All the nearby hillsides are covered in dark, pulsing corruption. He settles on one anyway.

Maybe he should cover over the skulk here as well.

…Maybe it would be better to just leave it. A black mark left on the world is, after all, better than leaving nothing.

He turns, looking out and away from Hermitopia. He finds it odd, looking at it. Being in the tower. Recently, he’s found it makes him feel restless. Empty.

It’s probably something about being surrounded by walls that he thinks he built, but can’t actually recall building. He’s been remembering a bit more, but it’s mostly placing skulk catalysts, or being sinister at people about skulk. None of the other things he must’ve been doing.

He wonders what it says about him, that this is what carried through the fog.

…Probably all it says is that he can get pretty single-minded at times. And that’s not really news to him, so. Well.

One thing he does remember, quite clearly, is looking up and away from False and Pixl, through a haze of confusion and pain and remnants of the potion, and seeing Xisuma looking down on him from the lowest roof of Hermitopia. His expression had been as unreadable as it always was behind his helmet.

He hadn’t moved as Cub staggered around, unable to escape the hollow ache in his chest as the skulk withdrew bit by bit. Xisuma had only watched him from the Hermit’s tower.

And there was nothing wrong with that! There was nothing wrong with that.

There’s just… there’s just a part of him that isn’t too upset that he hasn’t run into many hermits in the past couple of days. A part that’s just a little uneasy about the idea of encountering some of them. He’s not sure… why, exactly. Maybe some residue of the skulk.

Or maybe-

No. No, that’s enough. He cuts off the train of thought, glaring at nothing.

This has happened a couple of times lately. It almost feels as though he hasn’t quite got a handle on his own mind again yet; as though any moment not spent doing something has to be spent thinking round in circles like he’s still wandering through the swamp.

He's sure it’ll die down soon, but in the meantime it’s… well, it’s irritating, honestly.

As he’s frowning to himself, he hears someone landing behind him. Did Scar decide to look for him after all? A moment passes and he turns. “Hey, look, I-”

The sun is directly behind the new arrival, shrouding them in darkness and surrounding them with a halo of light. He squints, and they step forward.

There is, he thinks, for a split second, a hint of something greenish-blue like fog, or moss, or maybe some other greenery, but then- no. It’s just Bdubs, bright as the sun, looking up at him.

“Oh.” He says. “Hey Bdubs.”

“Hn.” Bdubs makes a short noise of acknowledgement, then stares at him for a minute, odd expression on his face.

Cub shifts slightly.

This seems to remind him to speak. “Yeah.” He says. “S’no fun getting left behind, huh?”

Cub considers this for a moment, slightly unnerved, although he does not, of course, show it. “Dunno what you mean, man. I’m here, aren’t I?”

“Sure.” He somehow manages to give Cub a sidelong look while still facing him. “Have fun with the skulk?”

Cub narrows his eyes a little. What’s he angling at? “Yeah, sure. Wasn’t too bad.” He pauses a moment. He doesn’t think he saw Bdubs while he was possessed, though he could certainly be wrong. “How’d you know about that anyway?”

“Oh haven’t you heard?” Bdubs preens slightly. “I’m omnipresent now. On account of how I’m a god.”

“Uh huh.”

“I am!”

“Didn’t say you weren’t.”

“Well.” He pulls himself up to his full height, frowning up at Cub. “I just thought you might need some advice.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah!” He crosses his arms. “You for sure need my advice, look at you out here moping.”

Cub raises an unimpressed eyebrow. “Moping? What, I’m not allowed time to myself now?”

“You heard me! Moping! And in fact-” He cuts himself off. “Wait, no. Stop distracting me!”

“Don’t know if you can blame me for that one man.”

“Look! My advice is this!” He gestures emphatically. “You just need to have a positive mental attitude, and then stuff like falling from the sky and dying for days on end, or being trapped in the rift for a week, or, uh, other things, well, they won’t bother you! Take it from ol’ Bdubs, for I am of course oh so wise and smart and powerful.”

Cub looks at him, and doesn’t say anything.

After a few seconds, he deflates slightly. “Oh come on, at least acknowledge that you heard me.”

“…Look, I’m sorry to have to tell you this, but I think you’ve got the wrong idea.”

“Uh huh.” Bdubs folds his arms.

“I’m serious. I know how to deal with these things.”

“Right…” He gives Cub a skeptical look. “So you’re saying it really doesn’t bother you at all that the only people to help you were strangers, because you were bothering them. Not your friends.”

“I kind of know Pixl.” His voice is level.

“Well yeah, sure, but everyone knows him, that doesn’t count.”

“And…” He hesitates, unsure of how far he can trust his memory. “...False?”

“Look, we both know that one’s complicated.”

“Either way.” He says firmly. “No. No, it doesn’t bother me.”

Bdubs squints at him. “If it did, though. With things like this. If you don’t want to get forgotten, you have to make yourself indispensable! You have to make yourself unforgettable!”

“...Ignoring everything else, really don’t know that that suits me, most of the time.”

“Well then you can’t complain when-”

“Was I complaining?” He asks sharply, not quite able to keep his voice as calm as he’d like.

Bdubs opens his mouth, thinks for a moment, and frowns. “Yeah ok, s’ppose you got me there.” He shakes his head as though to clear it. “What I mean, is that you need to make sure someone’ll come look for you. Not everyone’ll do that, you know, no matter how much they care about you.”

As if he doesn’t know that. “Hm. I guess that’s fine as a suggestion.” He shrugs, eyes cold. “If you think you’ll need people to rescue you.”

Bdubs looks affronted, draws in a breath, and- stops. He narrows his eyes. “Well you did though, didn’t you?”

“No, actually.” He snaps.

He feels a rush of anger warm him and decides, quite suddenly, to let it. Anger is always easier, which is why he doesn’t often give in to it. But it’s a nice change of pace from that irritating emptiness in his chest.

“Do you have any idea, Bdubs, how hard it is to persuade an ancient, powerful hivemind that sure, that first potion might’ve half destroyed us, but there’s no way they’re actually a threat, we should definitely just wait for them in this hole for a few hours while they go brew some more so we can taunt them when they fail, which they for sure will, don’t worry about it!”

He glares at Bdubs for a few moments, letting his breathing calm.

“It’s pretty hard. It’s pretty hard, actually, to do that.” He breathes out sharply and gathers himself, regaining his usual composure. “So yeah, sure, they happened to lend a hand.” He waves a hand dismissively. “It felt rude to say no, honestly. But I didn’t need them. I would’ve been perfectly fine dealing with it myself.”

“Uh huh.” Bdubs frowns at him.

“I would.” Cub narrows his eyes. “I- look, what do you want from me? I’m cleaning up, ok? I’m not gonna add any more catalysts to your builds. I’m not planning on going back in the fog, if that’s what you’re worried about …Is that what you’re worried about?”

“…What?”

Bdubs looks… genuinely thrown. It’s not clear why.

“Cub, what do you… why do you think I’m here?” His voice is oddly quiet. Serious.

“I just told you. I don’t know.” He shrugs. “I assume you found some skulk or something and wanted me to deal with it.”

Bdubs’ face does something… strange. “Cub.” He says. “I was worried about you, because we’re friends.”

Oh.

That- huh.

“Oh.” He says. “Well, I. My point remains the same.” He turns away, looking out over the nearby forest.

When he glances back for a moment, Bdubs is frowning. “What… what point was that, again?”

“Look,” Says Cub, feeling, unusually, half-obliged to explain himself, “I don’t really dwell on these things. Never seen the point to it. Just… got reminded that there are consequences for my actions, sometimes. Not often. But sometimes.” He shrugs. “Happens to the best of us, you know?”

“Care to elaborate on that?” Bdubs’ voice gets higher through the length of the sentence.

I’m talking about how I would literally rather be swallowed by the skulk forever than know you thought I couldn’t get out of it myself, he thinks. How I have no reason to complain when being possessed lands me as the villain rather than the victim, because I know perfectly well that’s what I’d rather be. How you all reacted exactly as I would want you to, and decided I wasn’t one of you anymore until someone else fixed me.

“Oh,” He says, “Just… hey, I’m sure you mean well. But you don’t need to worry about whether I could get out of stuff like that by myself. ‘Cause I could.” He shrugs, nonchalant. “And sure, maybe that’ll come back to bite me one day.” He grins. “Hasn’t happened yet though.”

Bdubs nods, slowly. “If that’s really how you feel, though.” He’s still frowning. Cub can see it in the corner of his vision. “Why’re you still here?”

That… well. It’s a fair question, he supposes, even if it kinda stings. “I mean, why not, you know? I wasn’t the one who decided to invite me, I just said yes. Why not keep hanging around?”

“What? I meant here as in here skulking on a hillside.” He sounds suspicious.

“I- right. Course.” He shifts a little, embarrassed.

“…Well?”

He opens his mouth, closes it again, and internally curses his hesitance.

“Cub.” Bdubs pauses a moment. “Why did you seem so surprised that I might be worried about you?”

“Oh, just. Y’know. Like I said.” He folds his arms and stares intently at the nearest tree. “Consequences.”

Bdubs sighs. “Can you just speak like a normal person for one minute and not like someone who’s gonna ask me to answer their riddles three?”

At that, he grins. Laughs. “Bdubs.” He says, lightheartedly reproachful. “Of course I can’t.”

Bdubs grumbles a little under his breath. “…hrm, nearly forgot who I was talking to.” He mutters, mostly to himself.

The stand in silence for a while. The bright glow of Bdubs’ cloak makes for an interesting contrast with the skulk they’re standing on.

Cub continues to ignore the hollow space in his chest.

“We’re probably headed back soon anyway.” He says, turning back to meet Bdubs' eyes. “And then we can forget about all this…” He gestures dismissively at everything, “Stuff.”

“Can we.” The words sound heavy.

“Sure.” He shrugs. “You remember season eight.”

This time it’s Bdubs who turns away. “Course I do!” He says in a way that’s supposed to be light. “What an ending, right?”

Ending. Right.

He remembers season eight, a bit before the end. Fighting mobs in the dark, exhausted, surrounded by open lava rivers and deadly spikes of rock that he had spent so, so long painstakingly crafting to look both impressively intimidating and perfectly natural. In the end, they had probably killed him more than they had anyone else – he was the one who had to live with them, after all. Most of the others just started avoiding the canyon, eventually.

He remembers Scar, nearby, just on the other side of the towering mountain range that he had built along with the rest of Boatem. It was a beautiful, impressive collaborative build. Cub admired it. He did.

He remembers visiting one day and Scar, grinning, eyes alight, recounting with great relish the most recent way he and Grian had hurt each other, over on the latest death game server.

Cub never got the appeal of that, really. It was odd – on the surface it seemed almost made for him.

It was true that chaos was his raison d’être, his lifeblood, but it was always chaos in his own form that he lived for. Carefully prepared, curated chaos, that he could conduct and master without the risk of failure. He did his best not to show it, but he was never as good at improvising as he’d like to be.

But Scar was always an excellent improviser. As was Grian, apparently.

The end of the season was hardly noteworthy, really.

He had, after all, escaped on his own. And Scar had not.

“It’s distance.” He says. “It’s handy, most of the time. Does have its downsides, though. I mean, most of us left each other behind in the end, didn’t we? That’s just how it is.”

Bdubs still isn’t looking at him. The line of his shoulders is tense. “That doesn’t mean we don’t all love each other.”

He frowns. “Love,” He says, exasperated, “Is just grief that hasn’t happened yet.”

“…Yeesh.” Bdubs looks unnerved. That’s not surprising, really. This is probably the most maudlin Cub’s been around one of the other hermits in… well, ever. After a moment though, he looks up. His expression smooths out into the most serious Cub’s ever seen him. “Is that bad, though?”

“What d’you mean?”

“Grief. Is it bad?”

Cub rubs at his chest absently. “I mean it’s not very useful.”

Bdubs stands there, quiet. Glances up at the sky. The sun has been setting for a while, now. He sighs. “Does it need to be?”

Cub is silent.

“Anyway, it’s the other way round too.” Bdubs shrugs. “Grief is just love, afterwards.”

He looks at Cub, for a minute.

“These things.” He says, and glances down at the skulk, then back up. “They take stuff that’s already in you, and make it stronger. But it goes away, eventually. I promise.”

And with that he nods at Cub, pulls out a rocket, and flies away, presumably looking for somewhere to sleep as the light dims further.

Cub stays out there until the night turns to day, and then heads back to the tower.

When he arrives, Xisuma is there, looking through the barrels and making various dissatisfied noises to himself.

“Hey X.”

Xisuma looks up. “Oh, hello, Cub. You’ve been busy, haven’t you?” He gestures at the room Cub’s mostly finished building. “It’s looking good, my friend!”

“Yeah, I’ve been working on it. Lot to do, you know?” He starts gathering the last bits and pieces he’ll need to finish up here.

“Oh, very much so. We’ll all be needing to wrap things up soon, won’t we, with Grumbot on the way!”

“Seems so.” He nods. “By the way, don’t suppose you know what Scar was looking for earlier? He left without doing anything.”

“Oh, I dunno. Last time I saw him I think he was looking for you.”

Cub stops. “Oh.” He says. “Right. Yeah. I probably should’ve known.”

Xisuma tilts his head quizzically. “Did he find you, then? I think he was a bit worried after all that skulk business.”

“Yeah.” He laughs, just a little. “Yeah. He did.”

(Later, Scar comes back over to boast about being both the Deputy, and the First and Most Important hermit who should therefore obviously be in charge of the tower, Cub, I mean look at me!)

(It’s nice.)

#hermitcraft #empires smp #cubfan135 #goodtimeswithscar #bdoubleo100 #my writing

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convexicalcrow · 2 years ago

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So I should probably go pluralise the tag I'm using for this bc there isn't just one Vex magic grimoire, there's three. You've all seen the big one, I've posted about that one the most. (and I am STILL waiting for my paints to arrive ty AusPost delays wooo. -_-) But there's two other ones, smaller ones, that are part of this collection.

The big one covers Vex magic in all its forms and styles, and the idea/concept is for it to be mostly written by Pharaoh Cub, but with bits written by Scar as well, along with some illustrations bc who doesn't want an illustrated grimoire amirite? Also I want an excuse to DO art to begin with, so. :D So the canon for this book is that it's being written during season 7.

This one is the potions book, and was actually the first book I started for this project long before it became a project lol. I, like many others, am a notebook hoarder, and I had originally planned to use this one for actual planetary magic rituals and such, but for whatever reason, that never happened because my interest in planetary magic shifted away from needing that kind of thing.

So this book has sat by my monitor, unused and unloved, until I got an interest in potion making that collided with my Cubfan hyperfixation, and my brain decided to use this book for potions instead, both minecraft stuff and witchy stuff, in the same way that the Vex magic grimoire will have, like, cake recipes in it bc why not. :D

The illustration there is meant to be of netherwart, but I haven't got around to finalising that sketch yet. And it's on paper because the thing I drew on the other side I coloured with markers and it bled through quite badly (no you can't see it. XD) so I wanted to cover it up somehow.

In my head, this is like just one of Cub's random potion notebooks, with recipes and formulas and experiements and other things of note. There's no specific place in the timeline where this fits in, it's just there idk. The kind of book that was maybe started ages ago, forgotten about, and then he came back to it later when he had run out of other notebooks to fill perhaps. I feel like I'm gonna have to remind myself how to take lab notes again bc that feels like his style.

bc Scar absolutely does magic based on vibes, whereas Cub has a more experimental style that includes taking notes. That's what I feel anyway. Cub's absolutely going to do crazy stuff, but you'll know what he did and how he did it, whereas Scar's more like, idk it just worked idk how! about everything. XD

This is the newest one, The Book of the Stars. This is why I've been cataloguing the names of the stars in Cub's pyramid. I want to include notes on each of those, as well as including a bunch more stars as well bc I will definitely need them to fill out this thicc boi.

I want to finish the star map first before I decide what kind of information I want to include with each star (and galaxy and nebula and constellation). Also how I want to organise and classify them all. A-Z? Type? Real and then not-real? idk idk idk. Part of me had wanted to include, like, idk lore or something with each one, but I'm not sure that's necessarily the right way to go. idk. We'll see.

This is mostly meant to be a catalogue of stars as opposed to a grimoire, tho there may be some stellar magic information in here too idk yet. But the canon associated with this is that this is where the Evokers take their names from, from the stars listed in this book, to honour the knowledge Cub has taught them about Vex magic and how to use it more effectively. bc humans - players - name things, and once upon a time, the ConVex named a High Priest, and that is the origin of Evokers having names. Vex don't need them bc they are a collective (unless they need to stay in the overworld or are possessing a player, but even then, it is simply a tool and not something that belongs to any individual Vex alone), but Evokers aren't Vex, and are individual enough to take them on bc they all have different skills and talents and ranks amongst the Vex.

(@calcium-rods that's the star you're after <3 hidden in the corner on the eastern wall)

I've also wondered about whether to include the screencaps I took from the pyramid to show the stars and their names like the one above but I suspect that might be better suited to a sideblog type of situation bc printing all those out would go through far too much black ink. DX So we'll see what I do with that.

Also I'm approaching this as a practicing witch, and that's been a very interesting exercise. I love creating magic systems, but I also love writing about witchcraft and magic, and this is such an interesting project for me intellectually as well because it's not just creating new magics and explaining them, but also looking at different mechanics and ways to do magic, and how those blend in with some of the real magic stuff I've been studying, like astrology and stellar magic, planetary magic, and potion making. It's not my aim to be, like, evangelising about these practices through this project and trying to get others into witchcraft. I'm just doing something creative with my interests. It's like how you learn more about your own native language by studying another, right? I'm doing this more for my own mind and seeing these magics in a different context can help me make sense of them for my own work.

Also the current page I'm working on in the grimoire about Scar's glamours is I think going to end up getting quite deep into identity and masks and shapeshifting, and that's a very interesting idea to roll around in my head as much as it is to write fanfic about. bc masks can be used in very interesting ways for magic and shapeshifting, and the ConVex wearing their Vex masks asks a lot of those deep questions about the magic those masks use, and how they deal with identity in spite of the blackouts and possession the masks seem to give them. I'm also on board with the idea that the masks enable shifting into their Vex forms, that it unlocks that magic that they wouldn't otherwise be able to harness.

And so that's a really deep and interesting topic to explore, and to see how Cub and Scar might explain and understand it. bc from the start, I wanted this grimoire to be a conversation between them, as opposed to a dry feeling grimoire with academic-style articles. That's no fun. I want to practice voices, and characterisation, and explore the Vex stuff in a way I don't think I could do with a more prose-based bog-standard fanfiction style. And I get to flex my creative muscles in new ways, and that's very stimulating right now.

Tho i still have no idea how to classify this stuff. Is it fanfic? meta fanfic? something else entirely? idk anymore. I'm just gonna keep working at it and posting my progress and hopefully I'm not the only one who ends up really enjoying following this process. <3

Anyway. I think I've rambled enough for now lol. I have more work to do on this, but the star map work can wait bc migraine lol, so I might do some more mask chat and see where that conversation takes me.

Also, if anyone has advice for how to archive this project properly on tumblr, lemme know? I want to make sure it's all easily found and in one place, but not sure if a separate page on my main or a sideblog is the better way to do that alongside the tag I'm using for updates here. idk what works best for tumblr so, any advice would be much appreciated, ty. <3

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where-is-paper-cub · 5 months ago

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today, cub is wishing pearl a happy birthday!

Where is goodtimeswithscar?

Goodtimeswithscar is throwing a birthday party for Pearlescentmoon! It looks a little empty though. He must be waiting for some friends to arrive...

@where-is-hcs8-moon @whereiskeralis @whereisgem @whereisthehermitcraftrecapteam and any others are welcome to join in!

#hermicraft #where is paper cubfan?#cubfan135

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korasonata · 3 years ago

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Welp. Since the first post seemed to be popular, how about round 2? Favourite moments from Joe and Cleo’s paper craft model stream pt. 2! (Slightly longer list)

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Cleo: You can recommend a metal ruler, I don’t have a metal ruler.

Joe (currently in the United States): Oh! I have a metal ruler! You wanna borrow mine Cleo?

Cleo (currently in England): Oh yeah yeah. Just throw it. I’ll grab it. It’s fine!

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Joe (talking about Fall Out and Mass Effect): Ok, but they are different.

Cleo: They are indeed different. One is in space and the other is in the fallout of our disastrous choices.

Joe: Oh. Well there’s always space for disastrous choices around here.

Cleo: I mean especially with you on the call.

Joe: I know, right?

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Cleo (talking to chat): I figured it out! Aren’t you proud of me?

Joe (quietly): I am.

Cleo: Joe is. That’s all that counts, really. Joe’s proud of me, no one else matters.

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Joe: Where’s my whistle? This is going to drive me crazy, hold on I’ll be back.

Cleo (sarcastically): It’s ok. Joe is off to find a whistle, because that is the important thing that-

Joe: I found it!

*train whistle noises*

Cleo: …that’s really cool.

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Cleo: I do have a fairly good standard of patience. Me and Joe are friends for example. I mean that’s usually a fairly good tell.

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Cleo (having brought 5 blades for cutting): *laughing* One blade for the model and 4 blades to threaten Joe! *laughing* I haven’t threatened Joe yet. Sometimes I don’t.

Joe: So I think it was actually 5 blades for the Elven kings under the sky. 3 for the Dwarf lords in their halls of stone.

Cleo (excited): And 8 for men! I need-

Joe: 9 for the mortal men doomed to die.

Cleo: Yeah, I think I need more.

Joe: And 1 for Joe Hills in his dark home.

Cleo: Yeah, yeah I think I need more. I need more blades!

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Cleo: This garbage shall all become clear. I’m getting annoyed now cause I’m calling things garbage. That’s how you know.

SILENCE

Cleo: Generally very chill…

SILENCE

Cleo: And you might not agree with me, but I am…

SILENCE

Cleo: I notice Joe’s being exceptionally quiet.

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Joe (reading chat): “use the knife back, not front”, ah! Thank you Badger! That would probably give me a shallower score.

Cleo: …I did…say that…Right at the beginning...

Joe: Well yeah, but…sometimes-

Cleo: Sometimes, Joe, you don’t listen. And-

Joe: Well no, I mean, I listen but I wanted to try it…the other way…first. To see…

Cleo: Mhm, mhm, did you. And how’d that work out for you?

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Cleo (reading chat): “confetti everywhere” it’s not confetti, it’s my hopes and dreams.

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Joe: We’re building different kits, but they’re both models of the same castle.

Cleo: Yep. Except my model is larger than Joe’s.

Joe (speaking in a bad English accent): Larger.

Cleo: w-…are you taking the mick out of my accent?

Joe: No. Cause I don’t know what a mick is.

Cleo: *deep sigh*

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Cleo (gluing parts): And now we hold the chimney.

Both (singing in tandem): Chim chimney, chim chimney, chim chim cher-oo!

Cleo: I likes what I does, and I does what I do!

Joe: Chim chimino, chim chimino, chim chim Cleo!

Cleo: *snickering* you got an ending for that one?

Joe: She likes to do paper craft models with Joe!

Cleo: I mean, I’m not sure “like” is the way of doing it, but yeah-

Joe: She tolerates paper cra-

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Cleo (in response to Joe talking about making Cubfan and Scar his desktop background): Joe? Would you- would you mind not? Informing the world of your love? I’d appreciate that.

Joe: The hearts aren’t drawn, they’re carved.

Cleo (mocking): You can’t just take away the hearts!

Joe (mocking English accent): Just take away the heeeeaaarts.

Cleo: …Shut up Joe.

Joe (whining): Nooo!

Cleo (whining more): Yeeeees!

Joe (sad): Ok…

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Joe (distressed): Cleo, I don’t know if I can cry anymore…

Cleo: Yeah you can Joe, I believe in you.

Joe (with anguish): I’m already maxing that out!

Cleo: I believe in you Joe! You can always cry a little bit more!

Joe (completely broken): I can always cry a li-*inaudible sobbing*

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Joe (singing): When the castle is done, We will have so much fun!

Cleo (singing): That’s amore!

Joe (talking): Kay, I think I figured out a way to score this without cutting-

Cleo (singing darkly): When this doesn’t work, and you wanna gouge out your eyes, that’s—

—

Joe: I am apparently lorge on the screen. I am both lorge and in chorge. But don’t tell Cleo that, cause she’s actually in chorge and will be mad.

—

Cleo: What did my mum used to say to me��*deep thought*…Stop it. Mostly.

—

Cleo (reading chat): is Cleo even helping you?

Joe: *laughing* No? Why- what- why would I expect Cleo to help me? I’ve known Cleo for a long time. We- we’re past having unrealistic expectations of each other.

Cleo: RUDE! *laughing* Accurate, but rUDE!

—

Joe: So, until next time y’all. This is Joe Hills from Nashville Tennessee. And ZombieCleo. Any final words Cleo?

Cleo: Keep Adventuring.

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Lives of Three | Prologue

Halloo! So I decided to start making a fic and to honour that have the prologue. hope it ain't too bad! Here's a link to it on Ao3

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Ah, Boatem. The explosive area known for the good 'ol hole to the void right in the center. Boatem, the people that decided to have a meeting located in said hole to the void. Boatem, the lovable, talented people on the northern part of The Continent. Or at least they were formerly part of The Continent.

It was, odd, to say the least. The Hermits had been having a normal day. Crafting tables were scattered yet again on Pearl's mountain, an end crystal had appeared right beside Mumbo's front lawn, and honestly no one knows why the big-hatted salesman is doing what he's doing but overall it's a normal day in the seaside town.

<Grian> BY THE HOLE

Ah, another meeting it seems. Cubfan had seem and heard them all, llamas in the void, end crystals and eggs, and oh don't forget about the racehorses. He never really minded though.

With a little bit of peaking, he saw the next shanenigan they'd gotten themselves into. Grian had replaced some of the surrounding grass with ice, and they'd be sliding around in boats while trying to discuss the topic. He went straight back to his canyon, deciding it'd be best to check his stores' stock.

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GoodTimeWithScar fell into the void

There's the first death, an expected outcome in any boatem meeting. Cub paid no mind to it, they would respawn anyways.

<CubFan135> Successful meeting? <Grian> Where's Scar?

The vex stared at his communicator. Well he's fallen in the hole, has he not? We saw the death message appear right in chat, so he could be at either at spawn, or at his base.

GoodTimeWithScar left the game

Now that's odd. There's no rational explanation as to why he'd leave, and if it has something to do with the void then X might have an answer but other than that, there may not be much. Cub can hear panicked yelling from the Boatem area, and it sounds like Pearl's trying to calm everyone else down.

MumboJumbo fell into the void ImpulseSV fell into the void PearlescentMoon fell into the void MumboJumbo left the game Grian fell into the void ImpulseSV left the game <Tango> What is going on?? <Etho> I don't know but it's kinda weird PearlescentMoon left the game <GeminiTay> Do you think we should check it out? <Renthedog> Yeah it's not looking so good Grian left the game

Oh. Well then that's not good. Cub pockets the communicator in his lab coat, storing his collected diamonds into his wallet. He navigates the spikes of his dripstone canyon and walks towards the boatem village.

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He wasn't the only one there. About seven other players were there, Ren, Etho and Bdubs being some. Cub unmuted his mic, meeting with a bunch of concerned voices.

"Ah Cub! You're their neighbor, do you know what happened to them?" a worried Gem had asked.

"Afraid not. I know about as much as the rest 'a y'all." He pulled out his comm to look at a playback of chat. Yep, mostly worried messages and five void deaths. The commotion around him started getting louder, a cluster of voices piling up onto each other to create a flurry of confusion.

"Guys, down here!" the familiar voice of Etho called from down in the Boatem hole. Everyone looked down, caring not to accidentally fall into the boatem hole itself. That's when they see it.

The Void wasn't exactly the Void anymore, the pure black and with hints of purple had started to swirl and glow a dim green. Etho grabs a spare loyalty trident from his inventory and launches it into the Void. He waits, and waits, and waits, and it doesn't come back. Tango carefully made his way to a safe section of the bedrock, he crouches down and squints his eyes to focus more on the void.

"What is that thing?" He lowers his head closer when he feels gravity pulling him down and jolts right back up.

"You think you can get up from there? we don't want to risk losing anyone else," Doc called down. The two of them nodded, with Tango firing a rocket and Etho pearling upwards.

"Alright, Tango, Etho, what did you see?" Doc asked. Zed brought out his clipboard and started taking down notes.

"Well I tested out one of my spare loyalty tridents on the thing. Never came back." Zed nodded along, messily scribbling the details onto a paper.

"Well there's definitely something weird about it. Dangit, where's X when you need him?" Tango crossed his arms and tapped his feet against the ground. He's looking around avoiding to even glance at the Boatem hole. The atmosphere is tense, and as the vex looks down he notices a bright blue substance on certain parts of the walls.

"Vex magic," he thinks aloud. The other hermits look towards him. "Scar had used vex magic here, there's traces of it." He moves closer towards the edge, assessing the traces of vex magic left.

"Do you know why he'd use vex magic?" Zed asked, replacing his clipboard with a scruffy notebook.

"Honestly I have no clue. Maybe we should ask X?" And the rest nodded.

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Haha idk if this is good lol

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