She/her Iām scared of fish and eye contact. ~ā¢~ Iām relatively new to Tumblr so let me know if Iāve accidentally made any faux pas! Iām trying to figure out how yaāll work around here
*sits up in bed, stretches, yawns* itās another beautiful, glorious day full of opportunity a- *ominous bell toll and i am instantly replaced with a 10,000-year-old mummy sitting in the exact same pose*
Highly recommend the Dredge soundtrack while doing homework for feeling like a weary fisherman with a strangely romantic connection to the sea reading a novel under candlelight while surrounded by the endless blue expanse of your lover, but thereās also The Evils catching up to you because the sea might be endless but they are nothing if not persistent
Here's a little word vomit about how Lizzie finds out Joel is sick in my fic. I love the idea of their fishmonger's shop being vibrantly colorful and covered with Lizzie's hand drawn fish doodles. I was partially inspired by the Witcher 3's starter town, where the insides of houses are painted with colorful patterns.
Gem grasped her satchel tightly as she walked through winding cobbled streets. The early morning air was humid, still dense from the retreating fog. The town was waking up to the gentle call of the rising sun. As she passed houses warmed by red candlelight, her eyes caught shadows of residents preparing for a dayās work through foggy glass and hand sewn shades.
She cut through a dingy, trash riddled alley and appeared in the bustle of a dock at dawn. A small handful of boats bobbed on the waves. Just across the bay she could make out the light of the next town, Little Marrow. A few small buildings sat clustered on the shore near the docksā all of them grey, with splashes of faded color on doors or shutters. Against the almost dreary townscape, the fishmongerās stood out like a sore thumb. The door was bright pink, the shutters a deep sea green, and the siding hand painted with multicolored fish.
Ā Gem approached hesitantly. The familiar smell of fish pervaded the building. It mingled with the warm scent of fresh bread wafting from the second floor. She knocked, three quick raps before she stepped back to wait for a reply. A homemade wooden sign hung from the door, painted green and pink: Beanās Fishmonger
Steps hustled down the stairs and the door opened quickly. Bright pink hair filled Gemās vision.
āJoel! I swear to god Iām going toāā The woman, Lizzie, stopped short. āOh, Gemini.ā
āIām sorry to scare you,ā Gem replied nervously.
Sheād come to tell Joelās wife what happened to him, but before she could get the words out Lizzie looked her up and down and said, āIf youāre here, then Joelās sick, isnāt he?ā
Gem nodded, though Lizzie might not have seen in her flurry to grab a coat and throw on shoes. āWhat has he done now? Has that cold of his gotten so bad that he had to disappear in the middle of the night?
āUh, something like that,ā Gem replied. She was honestly a little scared of Lizzie. Sheās always sweet, if a little odd, but sometimes she gets this scary look in her eyeā the same look she has right now, actually. She nearly shoved Gem out of the way and started stalking back toward her house, pastel pink coat and navy-blue dress flapping in the wind. Gem followed, hesitantly, scared to face the brunt of the womanās anger. Maybe she should have waited until Joel was feeling a little better to bring his wife?
I'm writing a Hermitcraft/Dredge fic inspired off of Gem's s10 base! I don't normally post on Tumblr (or anywhere) but I want to start blogging about my progress. I'll eventually start posting chapter on AO3 once I've got the plot fleshed out.
Here's the intro portion!
Cold winds blew through the streets of Greater Marrow, grasping at the edges of weatherworn cloaks and creaking shutters. The smell of sea salt permeated the heavy air. It filled every dingy alleyway and old building, as if the sea itself was laying claim to the village. Lampposts stood quiet, the oil that once fueled their fire scarce. The only light that painted the streets was filtered through the dirty glass panes of wooden houses.
āIām fine Gem,ā
The local nurse, Gemini, ignored her friendās complaints as she filtered a sickly green concoction into a small glass bottle.
āYouāll drink this at least once a day, when you feel the cravings,ā she instructed, eyes boring holes in the man on the bed. He turned his face downward, picking at the bandages over his hands. āāa teaspoon, and you will come to me with an empty bottle in a week.
Earlier this same night, after the sun set and the fog rolled in, he stumbled through her door looking like a man already dead. He was shaking uncontrollably, eyes bloodshot, palms bleeding from crescent wounds, blood drying under his fingernails. Despite the sickly pale skin and lime undertone, she recognized him immediately.
Joel was the townās fishmonger. His face now was hallowed, twisted into a grim facsimile of his standard awkward, kind smile. Even so, she couldnāt miss the seaweed green stripe in his hair or the pink stitching on his well-worn apron. She saw him just a week ago, intending to buy some Mackerel for a dinner sheād planned with Pearl. He had looked a little ill then, but he said it was just a cold. He told her there was nothing to worry about. He said he was leaving those aberrations to rot in that damn fishermanās hull.
āIām sorry,ā he muttered, still refusing to look Gem in the eyes.
She put the bottle on the rickety nightstand, shoving an old candle and a bundle of herbs out of the way to do so. āYou lied to me,ā she crossed her arms, a fire burning in her green eyes, āyou said you wouldnāt touch them.ā
Joel worried the bandageās frayed edges until it came loose. āI know, Iām sorry,ā he muttered, barely lifting his voice above a whisper.
Gem sat on the edge of the cot and reached forward to retie his bandage. āWhy?ā
He moved on to biting his cracked lips. A drop of blood landed on their joined hands.
āTheyā¦ they whisper to you,ā he said, eyes looking somewhere beyond the small room they inhabited. āEvery day, from the ice chest I keep them in. The one in back.ā
The aberrations: grotesque and malformed fish from the deep. Theyāre infested creaturesā darting eyes, threshing eggs, bloodied teeth. Their flaking scales shimmer with the faintest purple, but only when theyāre fresh out of the water, and only at night. They writhe and bite with a ceaseless anger despite the deformities that riddle their flesh. eyes, wide and black, follow you endlesslyā even in death they watch, they stalk. They first appeared a few years ago, when the fog began to blanket their world each night. The town of Greater Marrow hasnāt seen the stars since.
Gem finished her work and moved to simply hold his hands. She rubbed a thumb idly against his, turning over a familiar dread in her gut. Joel isnāt the first to come sick like this, and sheās scared he wonāt be the last.
āWhat do they say?ā she asked.
Joel closed his eyes, grasping Gemās hands. āHorrible things.ā
He wouldnāt elaborate further, and Gem was okay to let it lie. They stayed there for a long while, listening to the waves crash on the rough coast and the old boards of Gemās home creak. At some point the candle went out, and they were left alone in the quiet dark.
Canāt believe I spent my childhood watching Aphmau Diaries instead of getting into Hermitcraft :(
Yāall I only started watching Hermitcraft in season 6 when I got really into watching Grians videos. Imagine how much more mcyt history in the making I couldāve been witness to if I just got off my ass and watched the chillest guys around a bit sooner.
Ok, like, I donāt regret watching Cupquake, the Crazycraft Crew (not just crazycraft but a lot of their old smps), and Stacyplays. They were all wonderful YouTubers to watch back then, but damn it I wish I was also watching Hermitcraft. I definitely couldāve gotten some good out of not becoming as attached as I was to Aphmau.
I think the same thing! I was so into Aphmau, Lizzie, and Cupquake that I feel like I missed out on so much. Now thereās so much lore and inside jokes in the Hermitcraft fandom I donāt get and I feel a little left out bc Iām not up to date on the lore
At the same time though I donāt think younger me would have liked hermitcraft tbh. I love LOVE it now because Iām obsessed with their builds / redstone and how they take Minecraft to like every extreme. Young me definitely wouldnāt have appreciated it and I feel like the humor lands more with an older (high school and up) audiences than it would have with little middle school me.
Psa! You donāt need to tell your local gas station cashier (me) about how you donāt like transgender people! No one cares what you think! Itās 2:30 am the only people here are drunk college kids! Please get out of my line before I scream!
I will forever hate the fact I have an astigmatism because I can never really see her, at least not in the moment. Sheās fuzzy no matter what I try :(
If one more of you motherfuckers puts another fanart on my feed of them being happy science partners holding each other so tenderly I can smell the fruit through my phone IMMEDIATELY followed by a soul crushing image of them dying and/or their empty lab afterwardsā Iām going to hunt you for sport
man there are so many character design prodigies hanging out in the mcyt circles making beautiful character designs that i WISH i had the skill for out of the ugliest fucking minecraft skins ever
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