Watching Blood Will Out. Someone called Troy “kinky”
“Do you have a clock yet?” Impulse asked.
It was a warm day, the bright sunlight sweetened by the gentle breeze off the sea. Everything was new, the next chapter in the life series, and yet, some things stayed the same.
Bdubs searched his inventory. “I don’t, actually, no!”
Tango made some joke about not being able to sleep away the night here, and under that cover of laughter and jokes, Impulse stole down to the rudimentary hole he, Tango, Skizz, and Etho were calling home. Perhaps it was a little silly, to use resources so frivolously like this, but Impulse didn’t care.
Every time Impulse made a clock, he was always surprised how easy the recipe really was. Some redstone, a bit of gold. It felt almost juvenile that such a simple thing held so much weight and history within it.
When the clock was finished, Impulse flipped open the lid and picked up a small knife someone had left around- probably Etho- and began scratching letters into the golden surface.
“Well, I better be off, I’m sure Scar and Cleo are missing me.” Impulse heard Bdubs say from above. He snapped the clock closed, panicked, and raced back up to the surface.
“Wait, Bdubs!” He thrust the clock into Bdubs’ hands. “For you. For old times sake, huh? And maybe a bit of a bribe to not target me.” Impulse laughed, and Bdubs smiled down at the clock.
“Oh, thank you, Impulse!” Bdubs replied, putting it in his off-hand. “For old time’s sake.”
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“Listen, Bdubs, I have something for you.” Cleo said. It was, if Cleo had to guess, the last day the Clockers would be alive. They were all rushing around, gathering materials and weapons. “You don’t happen to have a clock, do you?”
“Uhh…” Bdubs dug in his pockets for a moment. “I do! Impulse gave it to me way back on the first day!”
“Of course he did.” Cleo muttered, rolling her eyes slightly. “Listen, we can give you a better one. Give it to me.”
Bdubs handed it over, and Cleo went down to their family anvil, ignoring Scar’s babbling.
It was a standard clock, she saw as she looked down at it properly, with a golden lid with a window to the top half of the clock- if you were in a rush, the top was all you needed to tell the time. Cleo took out her tools, and popped the lid, intending to carve something into the back side of the clock lid. It clicked open, revealing the simple sun and moon that told the time, and the scratchings that were already cut into the back of the lid.
For my soulmate -i
“Oh, Impulse.” Cleo murmured softly. She ran her thumb across the letters, tracing each one like she knew Impulse would have wanted someone else to do.
It was so painfully Impulse. Despite some mistakes in his past, he was sweet and kind and loving. And a bit of a bastard, but that was besides the point- weren’t they all. The clock was a given- of course it had been Impulse to give Bdubs a clock. It wasn’t hard to see how much Impulse adored him. And the inscription… Cleo sighed. There was no way that Bdubs had seen it. She brushed away the metal dust that marred the letters slightly; Impulse had probably been in a hurry and hasn’t had time to brush them off yet. Bdubs wouldn’t have let it sit in his pocket like that if he’d known… or maybe he would have. Bdubs was surprisingly unreadable sometimes.
She closed the lid gently, and flipped the clock over onto its back. There she carved out her own message for Bdubs.
mamma’s favourite boy
She buffed her carving with a cloth that looked like it had come from Scar’s shirt, until the gold shined. It wasn’t really about who loved Bdubs more- there’s more then one way to love a person, and no one was adored the way Bdubs was. He would carry two peoples love with him today. Even if he didn’t know it.
I had this idea for a while and I finally actually did it woo!!
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I put the art creds in the edit but just now realized how small n short it is so art is by shepscapades!! ^_^*
LOOK AT WHAT ARRIVED TODAY
LOOK AT HIM! HES ADORABLE!
he’s watching me diamond paint
ok so since it's just occurred to me that the fandom is constantly growing and changing and learning, there's some bits of hermit backstory that I know that others might not. hermitfacts coming up:
the server was built as an equal mix of builders and redstoners (and then Joe Hills was added as a WILDCARD to shake things up)
season two only happened because Joe Hills ran a coup
tango is the father of the iron farm, before 1.14 made iron farms easy, your best bet was to ask tango. tango also modded villagers before the villager update
etho invented the etho hopper clock, revolutionised the minecraft let's play, and inspired a lot of the server to play/film
impulse is the guy behind the item sorter, and he is a master of villager manipulation, with his villager breeder being in massive use
bdubs' brother, pungence, joined hermitcraft before he did and played for season one
iskall is behind the vault hunters mod and it's really cool and you should check it out
the way cub built concorp inspired Mojang to update the way villagers work
doc is friends with the Mojang game Devs (even if they took his arm)
Hypno runs the hermitcraft website, even when he's not active on the server
Welsknight came in to defend the others in a rap battle when he was away from the server
Stress runs a fitness channel alongside her Minecraft channel and being a parent
Joe hills used to have a webcomic and do drawing streams - he saw twitch be born, and will likely see twitch die
Scar got his start in call of duty
Joe Hills thought hermitcraft was a scam when he was invited
add your own!
i walk into the literature convention wearing a shirt that says ask me about the uniquely complex conditions of live improvisation, limitation of expression by narrative and physical constraints, meta-awareness of a specific audience, video editing/framing choices, and amateur enthusiast storytelling that contribute to virtual improv roleplay* being a fascinating nascent artform that is uniquely suited to telling stories that cannot be told in any other format and everyone cheers & claps & whoops & hollers and then they read the smaller text saying *especially within Minecraft builds, maps, servers, streams, and videos and then everyone boos & yells & shoots me with lasers and guns & blows me up with grenades & hits me with 2x4s
So now lorewise, are we just saying that Cleo was so mad about her ex-husband murdering their kids last week that she allowed herself to be possessed by the spirit of a warrior goddess with the sole purpose of getting her revenge? Cause that feels pretty good and does help account for all the murder.
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