They/them; obessed with block people; decided to stop lurking
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Scar getting war flashbacks when talking to Skizz is a very funny concept to me. The idea that Skizz reminds him of his older brother is just so perfectly hilarious that I can't stop thinking about it.
What do you mean you're lurking on tumblr Joel? Very alarming thing for you to be percieving.
Grian's reluctance to giving away the red sand permit to Wels has been replaying in my head so often. Like, he collected so much red sand and was so audibly disappointed when he saw the permit. How could it not strike a chord?
Me: Enjoying Etho's long episodes as usual
Gem: i didnt even finish your last episode because of how long it was (or something to that effect)
Honestly, so valid, but what does that say about me and my life? Im not even an Ethogirlie
Ngl, I'm starting to think that Grian's season 10 skin is his way of combatting the little guy allegations.
Joel and Etho are the "you came; you called" trope, but in the most snarky tone you can think of.
Unpacked Feelings
(A SmallEtho Hermitcraft Season 10 Blurb. It does contain fluff, and I once again wrote this when I couldn't sleep. Not my best work, but I was bored and wrote this over the course of a couple of nights in various sections. Sorry if it's bad or doesn't make sense at times. I somewhat edited it, but let's be honest I probably overlooked something as always)
“Here we go again” Etho muttered to himself, as he saw Joel appear in the distance. He laughed to himself and shook his head. Grabbing the rest of his things to move into his storage system, he could see Joel getting closer. Lifting his head to lock eyes with him as he approached. “How’s it going Joel?”
“Same as usual. I take it you got my gift?” He motions to where the chest used to be.
“Yeah, I hung them up earlier. they look great, thanks for letting me have some of them.” Etho moved to place the chest full of his things inside the house as Joel followed.
“Well, since you’re so obsessed with me, I thought I might as well.”
“Woah, woah now hold on a minute—”
Before he could even finish his sentence Joel cut in. “I know you’re obsessed with me Etho, you don’t have to hide it.”
“Is that so?”
“It is, I swear it’s like you can’t get enough of me.”
“Uhuh.” He raised an eyebrow at Joel and folded his arms.
Instead of paying any mind to him; Joel began to roam around Etho’s place. He made small notes to himself about the house, enjoying the pleasant atmosphere. “It’s a nice place you got here.” He commented as he wandered.
“Thanks, but why are you trying to change the subject? Seems to me you aren’t as confident about your accusation as you try to appear.”
“What more is there to say about it?”
“Well for starters, there’s the fact that you’re the obsessed one, not me.”
“Wow, didn’t realize you were one to deflect that much. Looks like you really are obsessed with me.” Joel just smirks, trying to get under Etho’s skin. He liked seeing him flustered and he wasn’t about to back down. “No point in acting like you aren’t.” He was so lost in his own world, he hadn’t realized Etho was standing right behind him. That was until he felt a hand sneak onto his waist, which caused him to jumped a little.
“And what if I told you, you’re right?”
“Oh, so now you stop denying it.” He scoffed refusing to acknowledge what Etho was doing. “Took you long enough.” He tried getting out of his grip, but he wouldn’t budge.
“So, what now?”
“What do you mean?”
“I admitted it. So, tell me, do you not like it?” Etho spun Joel around, holding him close. Leaning his head down, he whispered. “Or should I keep going?”
Joel could feel the red on his ears and the burning in his chest. Etho brought his hand up to his mask and pulled it down. He watched as Etho’s eyes began to shut and his face grew closer. “Etho.” He muttered in attempt to protest, but there was no point. He let himself get swept up into the moment, as he closed his eyes and felt the warmth of Etho’s lips on his. But as soon as it came, it left.
His eyes fluttered open, seeing Etho’s mask on his face once again, just barely covering the blush on his cheeks. Etho cleared his throat, looking away from Joel and taking his hands off of him.
“I should go and finish organizing my things. Um, I’ll see you later.” He quickened towards the chest and disappeared before Joel could utter a word.
He brought his hand up to his lips; pondering for a minute if the heat he felt was real or not. He hoped it was.
Grian becoming a government worker in order to avoid work is one of the funniest things I've seen. He somehow made his character more of a normal everyday man, but in the complete opposite direction of his personality and I love it.
I love how bdub's hermitcraft videos look like a 2000's western frontier movie.
One of the things that gives me the most joy is how youtubers aren't chronically online enough and have to guess what internet speak is through context clues. Im looking at Jimmy and Scar. This is a post about them.
In just one week we have collectively raised over $1,000 in aid going towards Gaza!!
In total I received receipts for 30 donations over the past week, and you will see the rest of those dragons posted over the course of this week. I cannot convey how grateful I am to everyone who donated, no matter the amount.
Nothing gives me more hope than knowing there are other people who care about the lives of others, who are willing to do their part in the struggle against genocide and occupation.
If you weren't able to donate for a dragon last week, please still continue to fight for Palestine however you are able. Continue to speak out, protest, boycott, pressure your politicians, and donate if you have the means.
Keep this solidarity going by continuing to do everything you can, whenever you can to help those fighting to survive a genocide.
Places to Donate:
eSims for Gaza
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I want to write a smalletho fic. But I have no ideas for it. Very sad.
So glad Mumbo pointed out that Grian is trying to rival his mustache. Someone had to point it out.
Scarian Flirting and Fishing pt. 2
(I know I said I wasn’t going to be adding onto the one-shot-- but that was before Grian’s latest episode came out, so here we are. Don’t hold your breath for another part. Also, I decided that it wasn’t going to be a modern setting, but I’m also too lazy to make either of these historically accurate. I wrote these for fun, they weren’t meant to be anything too thought out. Here's part one if you haven't read it yet. I was also too tired to edit it, but I need it out of my docs because it'll consume my thought otherwise.)
“So, why do you want this book so badly?” Scar was curious since he hadn’t seen Grian before. He had never imagined what would stem from a simple encounter with the sandy haired man.
He’d been following Grian for about a month now. They’d go to nearby streams, scrounge around for the book, spend hours getting excited only to be disappointed once again.
After the first two days, Scar bought a fishing rod to help out. But Grian had insisted that he wanted to be the one to find it, nevertheless Scar fished because it bothered Grian.
“I need it for something important that I’m working on. You know you can leave whenever you want.”
“Still trying to get rid of me, don’t you get tired of it?”
“Don’t you get tired of following me?” He shot Scar a look that only caused him to burst out laughing.
“You just aren’t going to give up.”
“I should be the one saying that.”
Why was he staying this long? There was no reason for him to continue bothering Grian. It’s simply something that had integrated into his daily routine. Every day without fail they would link up, take a walk down to the river and start fishing. They’d eat together, talk together, and enjoy each other’s company. It mainly consisted of Scar ranting to his hearts content, while Grian pretended not to listen. Every now again Grian would forget and chime into the conversation to Scar’s surprise.
Through it all they continued to hang around each other. The other’s presence because comforting and routine. Though Grian would never admit it, he was happy that Scar stuck around. Even if he wasn’t ecstatic about Scar in the beginning, each fishing trip felt a little more fulfilling even without a mending book. He hadn’t wanted to spend this month any other way.
“I don’t think this is the spot.” He dejectedly spoke as he reeled in another fish.
“Are you sure? It’s barely been an hour.”
“No, I’m not sure, but I’m just so sick of getting nothing every single day. It’s so infuriating.” A sigh left his lips as he tossed it onto the pile and put down his fishing rod.
“Why don’t we just take a break. Let’s head into town to eat for a change.”
“Yeah, maybe you’re right. Finish up while I start packing up our stuff.”
‘Our.’ Just that simple word stuck in Scar’s head, enough to distract him from the pulling on his line. Snapping out of it, he reeled in is line. Much to his dismay it was a book. He walked over to his pile, but before he could inspect it, Grian called out to him.
“Ready to get going yet?”
He hid the book in the pile of items he had acquired pretending to sift through it. “Yeah, just let me finish putting everything away and I’ll be good to go.”
“Oh… Alright, I’ll just wait for you then.” Without another word Grian started towards the fishery.
Scar brought the book back out. It had a royal purple coloured cover decorated with golden trim, and an ominous aura to it. Besides, he already knew it was what Grian was looking for. Just in case, he was going to allow it to dry. Once he had gathered himself, he made his way to where Grian was.
“What are you in the mood for?”
“Anything as long as it’s delicious and filling.” Grian sulked as they strolled.
Scar just smiled, leading the way to the nearby tavern. They grabbed something quick to eat, not paying much mind to the time. Scar’s priority was to cheer Grian up after all. Well, that was before he had found what they had been searching for. It felt like it was looming over his head. He knew he had to tell Grian eventually.
“So, G. What are you going to do when you do find that book?” That question earned a coughing fit from Grian. “Oh, sorry I didn’t mean to startle you. Here-” He passed Grian his handkerchief, urging him to drink water as he tried to calm down.
“Why… Why do you ask?” Grian replied in between coughs. He cleared his throat, quietly thanking Scar and beckoning him to continue.
“Well, I just got to thinking. We’ve been fishing for a month, and it has to come to an end. I was just wondering what would happen to us when it does… End I mean.”
“Oh. I hadn’t really thought about what we would do. I guess, we’d probably go our separate ways.”
They sat there in silence for a moment. Wondering what the other was thinking. The thought of this coming to end was bittersweet and heartbreaking. Scar didn’t want it to end, but he’d be lying if the thought didn’t cross his mind. What was he to do after this? What was his life lie before hanging around Grian? That thought has only caused him more grief.
Scar never stayed in one place for very long. There was never anything keeping him tied to a single area. He was free to do as he pleased without a care in the world. For the first time, he had something to look forward to. Casual conversation, playful pranks, and a type of warmth he hadn’t experienced before. He liked the sense of security he began to associate with Grian. His home.
The thought of something changing, or Grian leaving him was devastating. And the fear began to set in. If he were to show Grian what he had found there was a large possibility that he’d leave him. He couldn’t take that chance. Maybe, if he held onto it for a little longer, he could find another reason for Grian to stay. Just maybe.
Scarian Flirting and Fishing pt. 1
“Are you alright?” Raising his head Grian looked up to see a guy with brown hair and muddy green eyes examining at him.
“I’m fine.” He brushed off, going through the items he had acquired in the past hour. “Where did a put that flint and— ah!” Muttering to himself- trying to not pay any mind to the weird guy watching over him- he lit a fire and began to prepare his lunch.
“You don’t exactly seem fine.” Grian shot a look at him before rolling his eyes and going back to his cooking. The brunette cleared his throat before walking towards him.
“What are you doing?”
“Your logs seemed a little out of place. Wouldn’t want to burn yourself now, would you?”
“It’s fine, I can take care of myself. Why don’t you just mind your own business.” He scoffed, fixing the logs himself and shooing away the stranger.
“I’d love to, but sadly I’m cursed with wanting to help people. Especially wanderers who can take care of themselves.” The stranger shot Grian a wink to his disgust.
Deciding to ignore the man, he put is food to cook before going back to looking through his haul. Name tags, saddles, boots, bottles, fish, junk, junk and more junk. Nothing of interest and certainly not what he was hoping to find. After roaming the stream for an hour you’d think he’d find something of note, but nope! Just more trash he’d have to toss out once it had accumulated enough to be dragged instead of carried.
“So... what are you hoping to find.” A yelp came out of Grian, he stared daggers into the man hovering over him.
“What is wrong with you? Can’t you just leave me alone?”
“Sorry, you just seemed so lost in thought, you didn’t even realize your food was finished.” The stranger chuckled to himself as red painted Grian’s ears.
“You could’ve just said so.” He pouted, earning a grin from the man.
“Does this mean I can stick around?”
“I’d like it if you didn’t, but I have a sneaking suspicion that you won’t listen.”
“Ah, you already know me so well. I can already tell we’re going to get along.” Without another word, he went to sit down next to Grian. “I’m Scar by the way. What’s your name?”
“Grian” He spoke in between bites.
“That’s a bit of an odd name. It’s suits you.”
There was something about this guy that Grian couldn’t quite put his finger on. He didn’t know him, but every fiber of his being was telling him this man was going to cause him quite a bit of trouble. Then again, anyone who tried to openly flirt with the first person they see, is bound to bring trouble wherever they go.
“Now that we’re acquainted, do you mind telling me what you’re looking for?” Grian slowed his chewing, pausing to think about whether or not to tell him. They had just met afterall, there was really no point in telling him. It’s not like this guy was going to stick around for very long.
“Uhm… It’s a little personal—”
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to pry. But I guess that’s what I get for being a little nosy.” Scar laughed it off. Even though it felt like he had messed up, Grian did appreciate him backing off.
“Well, I will say, it’s just a book. Nothing too special. Just something that I need.” This much should be fine right?
“A bit odd, but I guess it’s fitting.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing, I just... You seem a bit unusual? Not in a bad way! Just out of the ordinary. I don’t know what I’m saying half of the time, so don’t mind me.” Shaking his head, he drew himself forward. “I didn’t mean anything of it. I just wasn’t expecting that.”
Without another word, Grian packed away his things and grabbed his fishing rod. Returning to the river, he sighed hoping for something different to be caught on his line.
“Was that sigh for me or for you?”
“Me. Do you just never make any noise when you move?”
“I’m quick, and fast like a cat. Of course, I’m not going to make any noise—” He stumbled as Grian turned to him.
“Obviously not as graceful.” Grian smirked, “You might do with a couple of dancing lessons.”
“Oh, I don’t dance. That is unless you want to teach me?”
“You couldn’t pay me enough.” He reeled in his line after feeling a bite, already knowing it was just another fish.
“I’d think I’m better company than all these fish you’re catching.”
“At least they’re quieter than you are.”
“Ouch, sick of me already? It’s hardly been any time at all.”
“Feels like forever.” Grian whispered underneath his breath before casting his line again.
“Already talking about our future? You must be a man after my heart.”
Part Two
Only Mumbo could make a video where it's sole purpose becomes redudant halfway through, and yet be so delightful that it doesn't matter.
hi all, this is Vinca, the artist of the drawing in the left, i'm shàring this for my friend who was the muse of it. Ahmed Abu Raida just launched a gee-eff-em for his family
🍉 help Ahmed's family directly
Ahmed's words from instagram:
We launched a fundraising línk, and it is a personal matter of mine. I hope to reach my goal with your support and participation. Everyone knows the conditions we live in here in Gaza due to the Israeli terrôrist war. Two months before the war, I had a thermal procedure on the lower back, neck, and knee, but unfortunately, because of this war, the operation failed. Due to my lack of rest, due to homelessness and displacement, I will fly again after the end of the war to perform a thermal radiofrequency operation. I ask you to participate widely and donate to my personal campaign. In fact, I am ashamed of myself when I ask for donations for myself, but this is the bitter reality that we have reached because of the Israeli terrorist war, and just as we need it. We are making repairs to our house after it was exposed to both Israeli artillery shells. I ask everyone to participate widely and share the donation link in your story. Please boost, share, donate. The donation link is in the bio, the first link 🇵🇸✌️
Do I like the flower husbands, or do I just like thought of Scott tolerating Jimmy enough to take a chance on him only to fall for his clumsy and dumb charms?
Hear me out, mermaid Scar guarding the magical mending book that Fisher Grian has been so desperately searching for.
Scar loves to swim up to listen to Grian chat about earthly things and while he knows he could slip the book to Grian after they've long become friends, Scar keeps it hidden in order to keep Grian around.
You know Hermitcraft has consumed your brain when you can't tell what happened when.
Grian needs to stop quoting "I miss you" by Blink 182. I hear it all the time in head and I'll start bursting out laughing
Brain had great idea. Brain will not work on great idea. I just want to write a scarian 1700s or 1800s centered fic okay? I just want my two hyperfixations to meet. Do I wanna research every last little detail about those time periods? No. Will I fall into a rabbit hole and eventually do it? Probably, yeah most likely.
Hi guys! Just wanted to make a little announcement with TWO !! important messages
First of all ! On Friday the 16th at 4 pm EST me and maruu are going to make the first stream ever talking about the DDVAU and doodling about it as well
Its gonna be live at Maruu's channel ( twitch.tv/xmaruu11 ) so I hope that you guys can be there! We are gonna answer questions live, doodling and just chilling talking together with you all !
I hope this is the first of many but we will see how it goes !
Second of all, going a more serious route, I want to talk about some boundaries regarding the comic. Since this is a fan project, made by fans for fans, I feel like it's imporant to mention that we do not want Content Creators to be aware of its existance- (if that makes any sense). After all, even if it's more than just shipping, it still contains a lot of it within the story.
Being respectful not only to the CCs but also myself (I am uncomfortable with the idea of them interacting with it), I would prefer if the comic is kept in fan space. That means I would prefer if you guys don't mention it in any chat, tag CC in fanart about the AU, tag it properly on tumblr and obviously follow the CCs boundaries.
Anyways ! Hope you all have a great rest of your day and I hope I'll see you guys on friday.