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Hi, this is a blog for MCYT brain-rot, plus some lttile stories I make. They/Them. Bear in mind none of these are suppposed to be serious, if any content creators are not ok with it, I will take those posts down.

[creationofacentury]

Summary of This Blog

Introduction:

Gwen here, they/them. This is a secondary blog that dedicates to MCYT, and I am also fairly new to Tumblr (in a way), so forgive me if I am being weird! I am a very awkward and very emotion driven person; this means I am either laughing my head off or crying my eyes out, so keep that in mind when you interact with me :D Yeah I am exaggerating, but you get the idea. I am also very talkative when I am talking, but not when I interact with others. Overly Introverted. Or social anxiety. I can’t figure out how social clues work, basically.

Also, English is not my first language, and I would appreciate some advice on phrasing and grammar problems!

What do I do here though? Well, I speak gibberish, I rant, I write fanfics. For now I mainly write platonic fanfics, but I feel like my head want something else, so we will see about that.

Currently on my Ethubs brain-rot era.

List (It’s a small list ngl)

📍Here’s a list of my fanfics on this blog:

[Explosive Invention]: Alchemist Grian and Vampire Mumbo, platonic.

[Tiny Problem]: Somehow if the hermits die they become parents (of mini hermits). P4 is now out!

[With Your Eyes Closed]: Ren centric. Doc is also there. It’s a very strange fic, with Ren being a little depressed and Doc being somewhat oblivious. The first chapter can be read as a stand-alone, but I have plans for future chapters. Only P1 is finished. Gets shippy in the future,

[Falling]: Grian has a nightmare, and Mumbo helps him. This is going to be multi-chaptered, but only P1 is finished. Not so platonic.

[The Chamber]: Ponk makes a decision in the chamber that leads to a different outcome.

[Distant Thunder]: Ethubs HP AU where Etho is a pureblood in Slytherin and Bdubs is a muggleborn in Gryffindor. Supposedly is a platonic story. [P1]

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📍Random one-shots: 

Stories about Grumbot and Jrumbot: P1, P2, P3

Grian and Mumbo talks about sadness: Here

Quality time for Scar and Jellie: Here, Here

Drabbles about Grian, Ren, Bdubs and the night: Here

Ethubs has an argument: Here

Ethubs HP AU: Here

Iskall and Stress having a conversation about Grian: Here

Moss Etho and Arctic Fox Bdubs (Fanon Swap): Here

My rant

Wow you read all that?

Anyway, thank you! I know my writing is not the best, but you guys still read them anyway, and that means A LOT to me. It boosts my self-esteem not gonna lie, and I actually really need that right now! So thank you! If you want to, you can send me some ask, though I won’t promise to respond to every one of them. However, I promise I will read every single one! (Just- not the ones with creepy content or suspicious link :D)

[creationofacentury]

fae or voidwalker zedaph?

It was a long journey.

Born in the Void, the voidwalkers are destined to be alone. The Void is big, too big, that some never get to see their siblings before they fade away. Zedaph had once thought that it was his fate too.

Or rather, he didn't know what it felt like to have someone by his side; to him, it was a concept that didn't exist. He, himself, his voice and an unresponsive Void was all he had, and that was all he knew. He wandered alone, occasionally he sensed supernova explosions, and he would watch until the light dimmed before he moved on to other activities, such as drifting mindlessly in the Void or howling voices that somehow sounded good. Up and down, up and down.

Zadaph stares at the edge of the Endstone island as his clutch on his pickaxe tightens.

It was such a long journey. Now that his brother found him- Xisuma found him, he can't go back to the what he was. A aimless speck of dust in the Void, floating, wandering, waiting.

But the Void feels like home, sometimes. It scares him.

"Hey, Zed, you okay?"

Zedaph jumps. "Impulse! Gosh- you scared me!"

"What ya thinking?"

"Nothing, I was just-" Zedaph glances at the Void and shudders, "Feeling queasy staring into the abyss."

"Sounds fun." Impulse replies mildly, "But dude, are you gonna be okay? You know it's okay if End-Busting isn't your thing."

Zedaph huffs out a laugh. That's ironic.

Impulse seems to take that as him being nervous, "Even if you fall into the Void, you'll just respawn. If worst comes to worst. So don't worry! You'll be fine. Maybe some nightmares afterward, but, yeah."

Zedaph scrunches up his face. Nightmares about the Void? As if he didn't have enough of those.

"Or you can trust me. I will catch you if you slip." Impulse laughs at his antic, "Relax. We are in our own server, X will make sure you are okay. Promise."

Zedaph stares at Impulse for a long while.

"...Zed?"

"...Okay," Zedaph nods to himself, "I am goof- I mean I am good! I am good! Let's go-"

But it's too late. Impulse bursts out laughing, and soon Zedaph follows, cackling and feeling much more lighter.

It's going to be a long journey, sure. But this time, he has people by his side.

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(I didn't know what a voidwalker was, and I tried to figure out but couldn't, so I sat on it. For six months. I am sorry ;-;)

(This still isn't what a voidwalker is, I am sure, but I decided to just give it a try and see what happens. Well this is what happened haha wooo Thanks for sending the ask! I hope this isn't too bad of an attempt.)

[angelonasher]

Don't apologize! Also! Guess what! This technically is what a voidwalker is!

A voidwalker is a fanon term and isn't defined at all other than being somehow related to the void. Everyone has their own interpretations of it, and that's the fun part :D

[creationofacentury]

Oh so that's what it is! It's good to know that I didn't mess up

But now that I know... Voidwalker is such a cool concept, there's so much lore potential?? Thank you for introducing it to me, my brain is having a field day right now wjwkdijsnfdjs

[creationofacentury]

fae or voidwalker zedaph?

It was a long journey.

Born in the Void, the voidwalkers are destined to be alone. The Void is big, too big, that some never get to see their siblings before they fade away. Zedaph had once thought that it was his fate too.

Or rather, he didn't know what it felt like to have someone by his side; to him, it was a concept that didn't exist. He, himself, his voice and an unresponsive Void was all he had, and that was all he knew. He wandered alone, occasionally he sensed supernova explosions, and he would watch until the light dimmed before he moved on to other activities, such as drifting mindlessly in the Void or howling voices that somehow sounded good. Up and down, up and down.

Zadaph stares at the edge of the Endstone island as his clutch on his pickaxe tightens.

It was such a long journey. Now that his brother found him- Xisuma found him, he can't go back to the what he was. A aimless speck of dust in the Void, floating, wandering, waiting.

But the Void feels like home, sometimes. It scares him.

"Hey, Zed, you okay?"

Zedaph jumps. "Impulse! Gosh- you scared me!"

"What ya thinking?"

"Nothing, I was just-" Zedaph glances at the Void and shudders, "Feeling queasy staring into the abyss."

"Sounds fun." Impulse replies mildly, "But dude, are you gonna be okay? You know it's okay if End-Busting isn't your thing."

Zedaph huffs out a laugh. That's ironic.

Impulse seems to take that as him being nervous, "Even if you fall into the Void, you'll just respawn. If worst comes to worst. So don't worry! You'll be fine. Maybe some nightmares afterward, but, yeah."

Zedaph scrunches up his face. Nightmares about the Void? As if he didn't have enough of those.

"Or you can trust me. I will catch you if you slip." Impulse laughs at his antic, "Relax. We are in our own server, X will make sure you are okay. Promise."

Zedaph stares at Impulse for a long while.

"...Zed?"

"...Okay," Zedaph nods to himself, "I am goof- I mean I am good! I am good! Let's go-"

But it's too late. Impulse bursts out laughing, and soon Zedaph follows, cackling and feeling much more lighter.

It's going to be a long journey, sure. But this time, he has people by his side.

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(I didn't know what a voidwalker was, and I tried to figure out but couldn't, so I sat on it. For six months. I am sorry ;-;)

(This still isn't what a voidwalker is, I am sure, but I decided to just give it a try and see what happens. Well this is what happened haha wooo Thanks for sending the ask! I hope this isn't too bad of an attempt.)

[creationofacentury]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I don't know who might see this, but this fic is back, and the next update will happen within the next week. Feel free to comment here or on ao3, I'll love to hear your thoughts.

[creationofacentury]

(This is a hermit!Tommy one-shot, I guess? What happened previously to this one-shot is that Tommy left Hermitcraft to start his own world, and Tommy came back to visit the hermits.)

(Summary: Grian and Tommy gets to talk. They don't address a lot of things though.)

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Guarded, wounded and feral.

He's too young to look like that, Grian thinks. He knows that look. He knows where that slouch came from. The stance of a soldier, so ready for any kind of attack. Tommyinnit, a survivor and a warrior, barely an adult- he smiles at Grian, and Grian's startled out of his trance, hiding his grimace by waving back.

"Hey! Grian, it's been so long!"

Grian laughs. "Two years are not that long."

"Oh yeah? How do you explain our height differences then? Unless you shrunk during the past two years, big man. However, I am being polite today. So, here it goes: you look extra parrot-y today."

He looks proud, saying that. As usual, Tommy quickly stop making sense. Grian tilts his head, torn between finding this funny or taking offense. "That's not a compliment." Grian says with a laugh.

"Oh, believe me, it is." Tommy nods gravely.

Grian lets out a chuckle. Tommy does seem to have grown up a lot. The way he talks is different, it's much more patient than before, and he shoulders also broadened. Grian's almost proud, but he would never admit that out loud. Still, Tommy is a child, much too young except for those eyes that are always filled with grief and pain and absolution and-

Peace.

Grian does a double take. He's eyes widen, and his mind suddenly goes blank.

"Grian? Is something wrong?"

A hand gently touches his shoulder. Grian flinches.

"...Big man, you alright?"

"I-"

It finally hits Grian that Tommy sounds worried- why? Why would Tommy need to worry about him? He's not a child that needs to be taken care of. The only one here that needs it is- Grian frantically searches again- there's only concerns in Tommy's eyes. And in the reflection, Grian sees himself- shoulder tensed and eyebrows furrowed.

He opens his mouth to form some kind of response, but nothing comes.

"Grian?" Tommy try to shake him by his shoulder. Grian instinctively takes a step back. There's a silent panic accumulating in the back of his head but he ignores it.

"Y-yeah! Sorry, I got- I was just thinking. It's really unfair how tall you've gotten. I am just...surprised, yeah." He chuckles, but it sounds all wrong even to himself. He takes another step back.

Tommy stares for a bit, but then he exhales and grins, "Yeah, I am pretty massive, aren't I?"

Grina sees how Tommy smooths over his frown- intentionally blank and relaxed, a poker face that keeps you alive in confrontation. All Grian can say is sorry, I think I left my chicken pen opened, be right back! and fly and away as fast as possible.

Tommy doesn't shout after him. For a brief second, Grian doesn't know he should be more relieved or more disappointed.

Even after all these years, he's still not okay. He thought he had gotten better. He swallow the acid that rises in his throat and decides- no. He's fine. He's grown. Everything is okay. Everything is perfect.

It has to be.

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(won't you look at that it's a hermit!Tommy ficlet in the last few days of 2023)

so I started this is in the middle of December but didn't finish it until now. I basically gave up at this point, just wants to get this out. sorry!

[creationofacentury]

Rest In Peace, Jellie. I'll miss you ;-;

[creationofacentury]

(For anyone who's interested in interaction between X and Grumbot: Hello! This is a short fanfic about them.)

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Grumbot has been working in the grocery store for a long time. He has seen a lot of strange people. People with gills, people with eye patches, people with wings, people with watermelon hats, people that looks like creeper...but the strangest person among them is the owner of the store.

X, is what the they asked Grumbot to call them. X wears their helmet all the time, Grumbot has never seen their face. (Grumbot assumes they have a face. Most people have it.) X never eats, which is very different from most people that Grumbot knows. X also talks in a really unique voice, it sounds like the asphalt surface when Grumbot drags his feet across the floor (X doesn't like it when he does that), and Grumbot likes how X's voice sounds similar to his own. Some times, though, X stares at him with an expression that Grumbot doesn't understand, but despite the strangeness, Grumbot likes X. X takes good care of him, and X is red- Grumbot loves red.

He tells X that.

Beneath the visor and armor, X stiffens. They slowly turn to look at Grumbot and frown.

"Yeah?" X sounds extra cheery today. Normally they just make noises at Grumbot that he has yet to understand and walk away. "Why is that?"

Do frowns go with cheery? Grumbot needs to update his database. "It makes me think of...bed, I guess. It makes me feel warm."

"..." The frown disappears, and now Grumbot can't read X's expression at all. It's all blank. "Your bed only has two colors, and it's yellow and black."

"Bee's color,"

"Yeah."

"I like bees,"

"I know."

"But I still don't know why I like red..." Grumbot sighs- a movement he learns from X, "...Oh, I know! Maybe it's because you are red, X!"

X visibly shakes.

Grumbot tilts his head in confusion.

"...Yeah?" X asks weakly after a few seconds.

"Yeah!"

"...That's great." They smile, and it looks wobbly. "Kid, isn't it almost your bed time?"

Grumbot checks the clock on the wall to be sure. "It's only seven, X, are you alright? You are acting unusual today!"

"I'm fine, don't worry about me." X turns around to fiddle with the counter. "How about we close for the day early, and I'll let you count the diamonds?"

"CAN I?!"

"Yes, but! Just for today."

"Yay! You are the best, X!"

X turns away. "What are you waiting for? Go lock the door."

As Grumbot runs to lock the door, he hears X mumbles. It isn't unusual, X does that a lot, and it's always something about sooma and void, but Grumbot has never figured out what a sooma is. He has a feeling that X doesn't know he can hear them all.

This time though, there's a new word:

"Call me heartless one more time...who's the heartless ones? The simulation is over, it's been years- aren't they your children? I swear to Notch, Grian..."

Grian?

Grumbot collapses to the ground.

System rebooting...

Memory access blocked...

Overwrite?

Access denied...

System rebooting...

"...umbot? Grumbot! Wake up! Kid, come on, come on, come on-!"

"...X?"

"KID, YOU SCARED ME HALF TO DEATH!"

Grumbot realizes they are on the ground. X is cradling him like a human baby, and Grumbot kind of like it.

"X? What happened?"

X has their right hand on Grumbot's forehead, "You are shaking,"

Grumbot wants to say X's voice is shaking too, but he decides not to. He is shaking after all, and he doesn't know why.

"Why?"

"I don't know, you just collapsed- and-"

"Sorry, X..."

"DON'T." X yells and then immediately regrets it, "Sorry, I...don't be sorry for things you can't control, don't ever apologize for that, okay?"

Grumbot nods.

"I need verbal response, kid."

"...yes, X."

And X wraps their arms around Grumbot. Grumbot has seen customers do that. Once, a man with a watermelon hat came in with a yellow shirt child, and when the child cry, the man did this. X told him it was a hug, and finally Grumbot gets one as well.

X's soft, Grumbot decides. He can feel it through the armor. Maybe X have a face underneath the helmet after all, since faces are soft, too.

After three minutes, Grumbot thinks he still needs to ask, "...Can I still count the diamonds?"

X chuckles. It sounds choked, maybe X needs to drink water. Grumbot knows X has a pair of cups and a box of tea, but he has never seen X use them before. They just sit on the shelf in the back of the store, strangely not collecting dust at all.

"You don't sound great, X, are you sure you are okay?"

X stays silent.

It takes them a while to reply, "...Give me a night. I will be okay tomorrow, alright?"

"Okay."

"You can count the diamond on your own right? Don't fall asleep with them in your bed, I will know if you do."

"Okay, okay! I won't! Get better soon!"

With a final pat on the head, X walks him to his room and hands him the diamonds. Grumbot counts the diamond one by one, and he recounts just so he doesn't mess up. When he falls asleep, he dreams of a person in red and a person in black, smiling towards him. They seem nice. All in all, it's a good day. (And if he gets up before X, he can get away with sleeping with diamonds in his bed, then the day would be even better.)

[theminecraftbee]

you know I swear the hermitcraft fandom doesn’t do enough with area 77 these days. it’s an entire arc where doc and scar worked together to run what is basically canonically the scp foundation. one of the scps is keralis. another one of them is technically grian if you count time travel and villager grian or whatever. also this is when the whole alien that scar kept as a pet and is implied to have at least eaten etho, if not the rest of the nho, showed up. also there’s a whole convex divorce arc. also, like, okay, listen, aesthetically, “scar and doc run a secret military organization designed to secure, contain, and study unexplained and dangerous phenomena” FUCKS as a premise okay like listen why aren’t we doing more with this anymore we need to be doing more with this—

[creationofacentury]

*crashes in here* HAVE YOU HEARD ABOUT TWO LITTLE GUYS THAT ARE SO FILLED WITH LOVE???

ahem care for some moss etho arctic bdubs :>

YES OF COURSE *rolls up sleeves*

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Etho has been living in the Jungle Temple for quite some time now, that's why he feels like it's time to go. Moss Boss, Moss King, Muse...people call him all sorts of things, because he can transform landscapes with just one single touch; yet despite having so many titles, no one really knows his name.

He likes to travel, but usually people don't want him to leave, so he stays until he feels like he isn't needed anymore. The time period can stretch from a year to several decades, depends on the biome. In Savannas, he stays longer, in Swamps, he basically just passes them by, since the moss grow weird there.

There are two places he hasn't explored much: The Desert Biome, since there's literally nothing for moss to grow on (he could try, but that's probably pointless), the other is the Snow Biome, because it's a bit too cold for him.

So why did he think it's a good idea to take the shortcut through this ice hell in the blizzard with only a tunic and his moss cloak? It's too cold, he couldn't even start to remember the reason for this glorious decision.

"Hey! You! Yes you! What are you doing here?!"

With his whole body now ice-cold and stiff, Etho looks up with difficulty. There's a person. He's warped in white; in the blizzard it's hard to make out what he's wearing, but it looks warm. And Fluffy.

"Oh no, this is not good. How long have you been out here?!"

Etho tries to shrug. When that fails, he shakes his head.

"Shoot. Here, come with me."

A hand appears on Etho's shoulder and starts to guide him. With a direction to head to and a person to lean on, Etho feels the dread that had been cumulating slowly dissipates, and his eyes flutter closed...

"Hey hey hey, don't pass out on me. What's your name?"

"...O..."

"O?"

"Tho..."

"Speak up for me, if you're able to?"

"Etho..."

"Etho?"

Etho nods.

"Nice to meet you, Etho. My name's Bdubs."

"...great first meet scenario, 'm sure..."

Bdubs laughs. He sounds surprised. He adjusts Etho's cloak to wrap him up tightly, "Save the energy until we get you somewhere warm, alright?"

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(Bdubs has a tiny little igloo. It's very cozy though, with cute pine cones stringed together as decorations, and somehow the igloo has a fireplace in it.

"Are those fur, Bdubs?"

Sitting by the fire, wrapped in a brown fur blanket, with a cup of hot cocoa in hands, Etho utters the question.

"The coat I'm wearing? Yeah. The blanket you are holding is also fur."

"How do you get so much fur?"

"..." Bdubs looks embarrassed, "...well it's mine, of course!")

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Notes:

Okay so that's all from me ajfsdcfnjhdebh Did I do it?????

I should probably explain, they are both some kind of deity here. I got carried away, sorry!

Thank you for sending this request, I had fun picturing and writing this!!!!! <3

[ink-ghoul]

hermit fanon swap - an art game!

Reblog this to let your followers know they can send art requests to your ask box

if you are a writer you can also reblog this and make little snippets about hermits and their new traits

Vex!Grian and Avian!Mumbo as fun examples

Artless version behind the cut:

[asksloyxp]

Studies have shown that in time of distress Hermitcraft fans will still cling to the Pixlriffs mother instead of Sloy mother, despite Sloy mother being the one that actually edits the show and writes most of the script

[creationofacentury]

about twenty drafts of fic that i wrote sitting in my files slowly deteriorating

[ink-ghoul]

Shout out to pirate!Scar

Arrived to the island, lied, scammed, mentioned that he killed all of Boatem, and then turned into stone

What a guy

[asksloyxp]

Shoutout to NewLife!Scar

Learned 2 crafting recipies from Create, built a plane flied away, never to be seen

[asksloyxp]

He saw Tango and Zed in the same room, and immideately left the situation.

[creationofacentury]

I've been thinking about Divorced Duo in Last Life, and how Bdubs insisted to fight the wither and just rushed for it while Etho kept a safe distant, using bow and arrows to snipe the wither. The problem is- both of them used bow and arrows. But Bdubs stood right in front of the wither and took hits repeatedly like they hurt nothing, all the while saying that they could take it down and they are going to have a beacon. I mean we all know how that turned out, but still, like, man. Etho kept saying they should retreat as well, but Bdubs whole-heartedly believe they could kill the wither. (Maybe they could. I believe they could, with a safer approach.) And then I think about how rushing to kill the wither was such a Gryffindor behavior from Bdubs, and Etho saying they should retreat while keeping safe distance is such a Slytherin thing for him to do as well.

[creationofacentury]

"You know that thing Grian do with his eyes?"

"Hmm?"

"The all 'going-purple-and-twitching-violently' thing?"

"Yeah? What about it?"

"I mean, yesterday it went red for a second, and I don't know what that means."

"Why were you with him? Xisuma asked us to leave him alone when he does that."

"I was talking to him, then all of a sudden he just started chanting words...something about watching and wings..."

"You should have just walked away though!"

"I know, okay! But what was I supposed to do? Leaving him so out of it in the middle of a XP farm?"

"Okay, okay! Calm down, I get your point. It's just. I don't feel comfortable around him when he's like that. Feels...unfamiliar and strange. Dangerous. Come on, let's go get some logs for the contraptions. We still have fourteen more to do."

"He agreed to come test the games. Did I mention this?"

"No, Stress, you didn't! Why didn't you tell me earlier?! I have so many things to calibrate!"

[applestruda]

Some fanart for @liloinkoink's Lamplight au

[trader-scars]

everyone in this life series is like "wow etho's so washed up" and then etho comes over to say hi and they're all twirling their hair and kicking their feet like school girls with a crush. guys please get it together, most of you have wives.

[oh-snapperss]

sorry but if i have the absolute privilege of seeing this in my notifs so does everyone else and you are absolutely correct