These Were Sprinkled Between Really Wholesome Posts About Christmas With His Family. I Need You To Know

HEADCANNON + BRAINROT IDEA

I've been rewatching GTWScar's POV of the Mycelium War and in one of the episodes he does this aspiring speech to the newly recruited HEP about how the myclelium has been infecting the minds spreading the mycelium.

So, the brainrot/au type idea is that the members in the Mycelium Resistance were forceabley taken under control by the hivemind that being Grian who would be controlled by a larger hivemind-parasite thingy. They were swayed by the idea of joining the Mycelium Resistance through diamonds but although Mumbo was at first persuaded to join, he eventaully broke through the control and went to Mayor Scar to stop the Resistance.

Found my fav Slay the Princess route recently. Dragon my beloved. Your horrifying beak mouth was an impossible-to-refuse lip syncing challenge 💖

Shoutouts to @blacktabbygames for making such a cool game!

some bonus sketches for this post

Watching Jaiden explain her Chiikawa hyperfixation is so funny when you yourself also have a Chiikawa hyperfixation I completely get it

the idea of isekai time loops is rlly good ive just decided

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Martyn jerks awake, scream caught in his throat. He wobbles terribly in his hammock, then falls to the floor, gasping for breath.

Somewhere to his left, someone barks a startled laugh. “Woah, man,” Skizz says, voice a little shaky from the scare. “You good?”

“Yeah,” Martyn breathes, then gulps in air. “Yeah,” he repeats, steadier this time. “Sorry, dude. Nightmare, I guess.”

“Oh- I woulda’ woken you up if I’d known you were having a nightmare. You seemed like you needed the rest, so I figured I’d let you sleep in.” Skizz rubs at the back of his neck. “We’re late right now, actually.”

Martyn blinks. “For what?”

“The engagement party!” Skizz says. “For Prince Bdubs and his Majesty! Etho came in earlier to grab us, but I stayed back.”

“For me.”

“For you!” Skizz grins, and Martyn raises a brow. “No, really! I wasn’t slacking, I mean it!” A beat. “…It doesn’t matter. Let’s go get ready.”

-

Suiting up in armour is second nature enough that Martyn doesn’t really have to think about it. Thank whatever deities are up there for that, because Martyn needs to think.

Because, well, he’s back to the beginning of the game again, apparently. And it means all his work has failed.

On the other hand, it’s good that he’s back, because his last memory before an option box appeared before his eyes was Ren’s dead body in his arms.

His fingers freeze on a buckle at the thought.

Can he go through it again? Can he get Ren to love him again? Can he do that?

The idea is terrifying. That Ren might not even allow him to approach, and he’ll learn that Ren has died again and he won’t be able to do anything about it and-

“Suited up, dude?”

Martyn blinks. Turns to look at Skizz.

“Oh. Yeah! Yeah, lead the way.”

Skizz gives him a strange look, but starts out the door anyway. “Come on, man, let’s find Etho.”

-

Martyn didn’t manage to work up the nerve to speak to Cleo- not after what she’d done to take the Prince’s hand. He barely restrained himself from cussing her out, or crying.

He finished talking to her and then left as quickly as he could. He managed to bump into Scar again, and he was fine- cordial.

The moment he leaves the ballroom is a moment of relief.

And then he speaks:

“Knight? Have you seen the Prince?”

Ren.

“No,” Martyn says, voice shaky. “No, apologies, Mi’lord.”

And what a strange way to speak to him, after months of him being Ren, and familiar, and- and his.

“Ah… He’s later than I thought he would be,” Ren muses. “I suppose I still can’t go into the ballroom like this.”

“Or,” Martyn says before he can stop himself. “You don’t have to go into the ballroom at all.”

Too blunt, Martyn thinks. Too much- he doesn’t know you.

“Excuse me?” Ren asks, ears flicking up in surprise.

No where to go except forward, Martyn decides.

“The prince doesn’t… love you. He has half a dozen other suitors, and it’s going to break you to try to keep him.”

“I’m not- what are you implying?”

“I’m not implying anything, mi’lord,” Martyn says, steadying himself and staring Ren right in the eyes. “I’m saying exactly what I mean. You won’t like how it goes, to keep trying to chase after him if he tries to leave you.”

“Is that a threat?”

Ren’s jaw is clenched. His hands are hidden under his cloak. He’s ready to fight.

Martyn forces himself to relax. “No,” he says, soft. “Not a threat. It’s… a warning, I guess. I’ve seen how he acts. I’ve seen how- how you act. And I really do wish for you to be happy. And I don’t think he can do that for you.”

I think I can, rests under his tongue.

Martyn is slow as he holds his hand out. Ren doesn’t seem to even notice, as he places his own hand on top.

“I recognize that this is overstepping my station but… Whatever you choose, I would be willing to stand behind you. This was my advice, but if you continue to go after him, I could- I would help you. I pledge to keep you safe.”

As safe as I can.

Ren, dead in his arms. A box that asks him if he wants to start over. Waking up at the start of it, again.

It’s habitual - he’s done this to Ren, all the time, so it’s easy. He presses his lips to the back of Ren’s hand, then pulls back. “Thank you for the audience, Ren.”

Martyn turns and opens the door back to the ballroom and leaves.

(He doesn’t realize his slip up until ten minutes later, and hopes he hasn’t fucked his chance up terribly by being too familiar with the king.)

-

Ren sucks in a slow breath, cheeks red and warm in the darkness of the halls.

He feels like he’s burning.

He thinks he could get used to it.

The kiss is hot on the back of his gloved hand, and he rubs a thumb over it, tail wagging slowly behind him.

He didn’t trust it, at first. He doesn’t know if he should, even now.

But he does. Someone who knew his name, who used his name, who cared enough to press a kiss to his hand, when everyone else would avoid touching him like he was death.

Ren considers the knight’s words.

He could have been trying to flirt himself into royalty.

… Ren isn’t sure he would stop him if he kept trying.

(How could he not fall in love with him, every single time?)

IM GOING TO LOSE MY FUCKIJG MIND HELLO?????????????

THIS IS SO COOL. THIS IS SO SO SO COOL. OHH YOU UNDERSTOOD TJE ASSIGNMENT PERFECTLY FANTASTIC PERCECT MARKS EXTRA CREDIT

ohh there’s so many fun details in this. “i don’t think he can do that for you” (i think i can) is going to make me insane. i feel insane. that last line is going to make me cry actually. ohhh man. oh this is lovely. i absolutely adore this. i am reeling also thank you so much for writing this and sending it to me

lew created a treebark isekai parody au and since i’m such a well adjusted individual i did the reasonable thing and spent 7 hours drawing this. and now there’s a fic! read it here

Theoreisiosous and Headcannonous Pt. 13

So before Doc or the other hermits reveal who the ore snatcher was, I want to explain my theory that Etho and Joel or the Boatboys were the real culprits when stealing Doc's deepslate diamond ore.

My reasoning is that Etho being the technical or redstone genius he is, just wants to have some fun poking the goat as he's rarely seen online or posts anymore. And why Joel is also included, is his ability to imitate or emulate the styles and characteristics of other hermits. Take example of him posing as Etho when creating the simplistic statues of different hermits and keeping that facade for a few weeks.

So with this duo, it's possible for both of them to be capable of being the ore snatcher. With Etho's technical genius of swapping the ore with empty deepslate WITHOUT breaking the machinery and Joel's imitative techniques by framing hermits such as Scar as the ore stealer.

But there are some holes or intricacies in this theory that contradict what is considered to be cannon information in Hermitcraft. Some of these being that Etho would be careful or downright avoiding intricate redstone technology and he's being spending less time on Hermitcraft, and that the sneaky or stealthy style of the oresnatcher doesn't match Joel's style of messing with other hermits.

But it's still a theory.

Thank you to at_sage and Swiftflame15 documents on reddit.

(r/HermitCraft)

https://www.reddit.com/r/HermitCraft/comments/1dnealn/second_draft_of_ore_snatcher_thing_thoughts/ - at_sage

https://www.reddit.com/r/HermitCraft/comments/1dmx7zj/the_master_document_pun_lol/#lightbox - Swiftflame15

i need the job

[Prologue] [Ch1] [Ch2] [Ch3] [Ch4] [Ch5] [Ch6] [Ch7] [Ch???]

Disclaimer, don’t just remove green crabs from the wild unless you checked local regulations about invasive species first o7

In which etho embarrasses himself. This chapter wasn’t apart of my original plan, but it’s the most personal to me. This is obviously a very silly and light chapter, the next one will be neither of those lol…. i don’t have much to add, it was nice to finally draw gem again and grian was there too i guess. also 40+ pages is wild

thank you for sticking around!