hermit/traffic sampler [personal favorites]
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Mumbo looked at the sticky note saying I want to see you burn the world for a long, long moment, blinking in mustachioed astonishment, before saying flatly, "Absolutely not."
"Aw, come on," Grian muttered to himself from his vantage point atop the display shelves. He scribbled out another sticky note and crouched, waiting for Mumbo to turn around, then got tired of waiting and sneaked to the side to place the sticky note just to the right of him.
It took some effort. The sticky notes were three-quarters of his height, and they kept sticking to his hands.
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- Part 1 of mcyt fic my beloved
- Part 1 of hermit/traffic sampler [personal favorites]
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“You want me to do what?” the civilian asked disbelievingly, and Scar’s body language shifted to that of an impatient trainer, one whose fuse was running short. It was a precursor to bad things, like being tased or forced onto a treadmill for hours; Mumbo flinched even knowing it was an act, and the civilian cut off with a squeak, so Mumbo knew he felt the same way.
Or possibly that was the gun. Scar having a gun seemed more likely as an explanation, now that Mumbo thought of it.
Stealing the car would be better, but they had no idea where they were going, and neither of them was familiar with road laws. What if they hit a person while driving? What if there was some sort of kill switch in the car that the owner could flip to blow it up with them inside? Anti-villain tech had to be wild, from what the Foundation had on hand– and they were villains now for sure. Not just for defying the Foundation, but for this. Heroes didn’t take the actions he and Scar were taking.
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- Part 13 of mcyt fic my beloved
- Part 2 of hermit/traffic sampler [personal favorites]
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The guards left, slamming the door shut behind them, and Pearl felt her hair stand on end as the wards reactivated, a staticky zing traveling through her shackles and grounding in her skin.
The prisoner startled, levered himself up and hissed through his teeth. “Right, that wasn’t the smartest decision I’ve made this week,” he remarked quietly. “Scar? Are you across from me?”
Shuffling in the opposite cell. “Can you do me a favor?” a second voice asked. “The next time you threaten guards, can you try to have a weapon first to strike fear into their hearts? I think you broke our hand.”
“We have another,” the man said defensively, and Scar huffed a laugh. “And anyway– oh. There’s someone else in here with me.”
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- Part 15 of mcyt fic my beloved
- Part 3 of hermit/traffic sampler [personal favorites]
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The Higher-Ups wanted Xisuma to hurt Mumbo for this. He had no good reason not to hurt Mumbo Jumbo, a redstone genius he’d hosted for years– no good reason not to flaunt his authority and take him apart at the base level, and it would feel good, wouldn’t it, wouldn’t it feel so great and entertaining–
“Several Hermits lost their whole inventories in the explosion,” Xisuma pointed out, thinking very loudly about those inventories and nothing else. “Let’s see, there’s Stress, Iskall, Grian, Scar, False…”
“Yes, and– and Etho. That’s put him behind on the blaze farm, but I could help with that, also, and provide– I could make it up to people,” Mumbo said, voice breaking. “It is a lot of damage. I know.”
Unruly and irresponsible, the observers echoed, a rasp at the base of Xisuma’s brain. Watching. Not even that interesting. There are standards to uphold, Admin Xisumavoid. We would hate to replace you.
“There are standards to uphold,” Xisuma echoed miserably.
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- Part 17 of mcyt fic my beloved
- Part 4 of hermit/traffic sampler [personal favorites]
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will the curse be reversed if you say it backwards by Odaigahara for definitelynotaroughdraft (definitelynotshouting)
Fandoms: Hermitcraft SMP, 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series
19 Oct 2023
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The bassbeat drowned out conscious thought, and it took language with it. Grian couldn’t tell what people were saying. He could watch them, watch the colors play across cheeks and irises and the curves of strangers’ ears, their earrings, their weapons, but he couldn’t understand them. He was getting overwhelmed, and that was a bad thing. He’d worked too hard to get overwhelmed at concerts anymore.
The Watcher was up in the rafters, huddled in a corner above the sweeping lights. Grian could see him if he squinted, a darker speck of shadow in the dazzled-out gray of the venue’s high roof, but no one else would be looking. They’d go about their concert and the rest of their nights like nothing had happened, the side effects safely dispersed over a crowd of three thousand, and the Watcher would come out healthier. His cheeks would fill out a little.
He’d look more like Grian, and Grian--
Grian would look more like him.
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- Part 20 of mcyt fic my beloved
- Part 1 of back from the edge [hunger au recursive fic]
- Part 5 of hermit/traffic sampler [personal favorites]
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sunlight over me no matter what i do by Odaigahara
Fandoms: Hermitcraft SMP, 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series
26 Oct 2023
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Losing a body part permanently was really hard to do, was the issue. Doc had lost his in a fight with a god, and Iskall had lost their eye away from Hermitcraft, but nobody else had body modifications last more than a season unless they really put in the effort. A server with infinite respawn would do everything possible to return a player to the healthiest state they’d been in, so a severed limb would come back on respawn, even if the wound had partially healed. Worse yet, taking regen or healing potions for a disfiguring wound would make your body try to grow the limb back.
So Grian couldn’t take potions, and he couldn’t let himself die. And he had to cut off his wings, even though he loved flying as much as he loved building, because they weren’t really his, and they were a problem. They were the source of most of his problems.
He still wasn’t sure if they’d made the moon crash into the server back in Season 8.
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- Part 21 of mcyt fic my beloved
- Part 6 of hermit/traffic sampler [personal favorites]
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“Stop telling the universe I’m dead!” Grian shouted, and lightning shot through Mumbo’s brain, juddering between his ribs like a high-voltage traveling arc and grounding in his molars. He choked, muscles convulsing, skin feeling– feeling tight, and thin and not really there, and then the sensation passed and he could move again, enough to push himself upright.
His hooves had split into hard, keratinous fingers. He stared at them, ears ringing, and Grian said, sounding like he spoke through gritted teeth, “I’m not dead. I’m going to respawn, because this isn’t the weirdest thing that’s happened to us and it’s all going according to plan. Repeat that after me, please."
Mumbo sniffled and said obediently, “This is all going exactly as I planned."
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- Part 26 of mcyt fic my beloved
- Part 7 of hermit/traffic sampler [personal favorites]
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rings of flowers round your eyes by Odaigahara
Fandoms: Hermitcraft SMP, 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series
18 Mar 2024
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Grian stepped closer, frowning. The painting showed a man so steeped in some private horror that it billowed off the coarse linen canvas. It showed a figure that’d had a hand completely covering its face, Grian had thought, except now he could see an eye through those opened fingers, bright as an emerald and startled into wonderment, which was strange because verdigris should’ve darkened to brown too –
The eye was staring at him. Two eyes were staring at him, wide and shocked and delighted, and Grian had clearly hit his head on his way out of the vent, because the painting had changed. The figure hadn’t moved, exactly, but its position had shifted like a cel in an animated sequence. The man was standing, smiling, his teeth a white smear against the dark canvas.
“Oh, no, I’m hallucinating,” Grian groaned.
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- Part 28 of mcyt fic my beloved
- Part 8 of hermit/traffic sampler [personal favorites]
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between the click of the light and the start of the dream by Odaigahara
Fandoms: Hermitcraft SMP
09 Aug 2024
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The lights of the whole district went out with a pop, streetlights and autocars grinding to a halt. The contrast felt like losing touch with reality, stimulation dropping to zero: no lights in the windows, no holographic advertisements crowding the sidewalks, every VR port in the city running on emergency battery power. Grian activated his wings on reflex, but there wasn’t an attack. It couldn’t have been an attack, or Pearl would have already been moving.
The only possible threat was the storm over the sea, a roiling unnatural thunderhead that the lack of advertisements made significantly more visible. It was coming in from the west. To the east the sky was clearer, and the clouds had gaps between them, and one of those gaps cradled the moon like a picture frame.
It was impossible to concentrate on anything else after seeing the moon. The heightened winds, the debris slamming into the unshielded buildings, the shantytown lights blinking off one by one as they diverted power to their defenses– none of it meant anything. None of it even registered.
“Pearl,” Grian said, almost too fascinated to be horrified, "am I dreaming, or is the moon big?”
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- Part 32 of mcyt fic my beloved
- Part 9 of hermit/traffic sampler [personal favorites]
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three points where two lines meet by Odaigahara for Idkhowtodothis
Fandoms: Life Series | 3rd Life SMP Series, Hermitcraft SMP
06 Dec 2025
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“You could not ban an interloper,” Gem suggested. “I mean, I’m-- I’m a cool person, I have skills.”
Grian narrowed his black eyes at her. Gem wished she could be less aware of his shadow and the ridiculous aura around him, that hint of take a step back that most public server admins wielded as more of a uniform than anything, but she couldn’t stop feeling her skin crawl.
She could feel the code access, if she focused on it. The server-level shifts that’d set her to adventure mode, and whatever had forcibly emptied her inventory on arrival so she didn’t have a single keepsake, so she didn’t even have her sweater.
Grian must’ve done that remotely, as soon as he learned she’d shown up.
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- Part 46 of mcyt fic my beloved
- Part 10 of hermit/traffic sampler [personal favorites]