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Hello! This is my rp sideblog to @ask-wretched! Please read the info beneath the cut before interacting with this blog to avoid any confusion!

#minecraft rp #minecraft rp blog #oc rp blog #oc rp #[ 🪓 ] — about.

I need someone to scratch Wretched’s soft fuzzy belly but he’s too much of a douche to accept affection

#[ 🪓 ] — ooc.#why so fluffy yet so reprehensible

havocwrought

@adventuringalchemy — Starter Call.

“Long way from home, ain’tcha?”

The beast’s grumble bounced across the tiled walls of a city long since abandoned. It stood empty and quiet, inhabited solely by the skulk infestation and its master.

How strangely common it was for explorers to stumble upon these desolate structures in their ambition, yet the loot they sought after remained.

Awoken ages ago by the bloodcurdling wails of his shriekers, Wretched simply waited for this intruder to eventually stumble close enough to be toyed with. A threat? Unlikely, for they reeked of human blood, but aggravating nonetheless.

Oddly, it seemed that this behemoth had a lit, crudely crafted cigar clutched between his talons. The glowing tip was tapped in Ivor’s direction when he spoke.

“What’s a lil’ thing like you doin’ down here, in the dark, all alone?”

havocwrought

A rather common quip- it speaks. Yes, yes, he shares tongues with human dialect, unfortunately. A blessing and a curse in his opinion; they blabber too much.

There was no reason to doubt that the intentions of this little human were harmless- well, as harmless as mucking up his skulk could be, anyway. Those with bloodlust carried themselves differently; he’d know.

Regardless, how annoying.

“Don’t doubt it, but ‘ere’s the thing-“

A metallic CLANG split the damp air as Wretched casually allowed the head of his monstrous axe to crash down against the deepslate. Only to be used as a crutch of sorts, for now, but no doubt an attempt to intimidate- as if a Warden needs a weapon to be foreboding.

Smoke spilled between yellowed teeth and shredded lips as he billowed a thunderous growl from his gullet. “-takin’ what ain’t yours isn’t exactly harmless, is it?”

A hilariously hypocritical statement, coming from Wretched. He continued, “materials fer what, hm? Must be damned important if you’re gettin’ sent here to fetch your bone.”

#[ 🪓 ] — thread.#adventuringalchemy

@adventuringalchemy — Starter Call.

“Long way from home, ain’tcha?”

The beast’s grumble bounced across the tiled walls of a city long since abandoned. It stood empty and quiet, inhabited solely by the skulk infestation and its master.

How strangely common it was for explorers to stumble upon these desolate structures in their ambition, yet the loot they sought after remained.

Awoken ages ago by the bloodcurdling wails of his shriekers, Wretched simply waited for this intruder to eventually stumble close enough to be toyed with. A threat? Unlikely, for they reeked of human blood, but aggravating nonetheless.

Oddly, it seemed that this behemoth had a lit, crudely crafted cigar clutched between his talons. The glowing tip was tapped in Ivor’s direction when he spoke.

“What’s a lil’ thing like you doin’ down here, in the dark, all alone?”

#[ 🪓 ] — thread.#adventuringalchemy #Lmk if this doesn’t work! We can change it up if u need to

Stumped on my drafts, so feel free to drop a like for a new starter. Need to refresh!

#[ 🪓 ] — starter call.#ill try to keep the starters relatively short and easy if I can manage

havocwrought

@lulu-the-warden - replied to this as well.

Shuffling movement stirring just outside of the cave entrance momentarily drew Wretched’s attention away from his meal. He’d a feeling that was Geode, and a couple of whiffs confirmed it. Normally, even timidly approaching a hungry Warden while he was tucking into a tasty treat was an awful idea, however it was obvious by now that Wretched did not consider Geode any sort of threat. In fact, Wretched tended to his elderly companion like a bull would his doe- minus the tenderness.

Following the pause was a beastly chuff expelled with force, then he began to further shred the tree. As much as he desired to devour this entire hive all by himself, Geode could use it more.

“Well, come on, then, you old heifer. There’s plenty’a honeycomb left in there.” He’d even peeled more of the tree away so that the other could gain easier access. No act of kindness could go without that sprinkle of spice though, of course. After moving out of the way a bit, Wretched busied himself by trying to cleanse the scattered bits of wax, bark, and honey slathered across his fur. He’d go crazy if he didn’t get this off of him soon.

havocwrought

Geode's gratitude was met with a grunt. He was primarily distracted with licking his own fur clean, however something Geode said next seemed to momentarily pull him from his task.

"'He'?"

Whatever- wasn't any business of his, but it stuck with him regardless. Sure, he rather harshly teased Geode for his effeminate qualities, but it hadn't crossed his mind that the Warden was, in fact, interested in other males...

Wretched grimaced, plucking a sticky fragment of bark from his hand. "Yeah... I don't want shit stickin' ta my fur all damned day. "

"Your... Partner, as you put it, kept bees? Was he a Warden, er...?"

#[ 🪓 ] — thread.#lulu the warden

lulu-the-warden

"Damn it..." Geode grumbled, hobbling around what was left of his garden.

Someone had gotten in while he was sleeping. He smelled the lingering scent of a miner. Must have been a really crafty one to remember to tiptoe around. They hadn't even set off the shriekers.

"Grrr...now what am I going to eat this winter?" The old warden wheezed.

havocwrought

"Don't get all queer on me, old man. Jus' doin' this cuz I wanna stay here for a lil' bit before headin' back out." Typical for him to deny actually caring about Geode. Of course it was true, however Wretched would sooner swallow a sword than admit it- hell, he didn't even realize it himself. In his head Geode was just some lonely old fart that he pitied too much to kill, however his heart spoke otherwise.

Wretched dipped down to begin patting it crudely into place. His nests were different from how Geode made his, so he wasn't sure of where to put any of it. "Here, I'll jus' throw it down here an' you can fix it up all nice'n pretty if ya need to."

A shake of his head as he stood back up. "I'll tear 'em up if I come across 'em, but they're prolly biomes away by now." Didn't matter too much. They wouldn't be going hungry tonight, not while he was there.

"Don't know if I'll be able to get any seedlin's for it tonight, but I'll get us somethin' 'ta eat." While it wasn't his preference some sort of protein would likely be best. It would fill them more and keep them energized until they could grow the crops back again.

#[ 🪓 ] — thread.#lulu the warden

lulu-the-warden

A rascal in an out of place looking uniform approaches.

"Hello! My name is Terry. I am here on behalf of VaporCorp Mining. If you would be so kind, would you help me with my search and rescue mission, please?"

The rascal pulls our a photograph with a very foreign looking alien. A short statured, large eyed creature in a robe.

"I am looking for a Dr Lunaryan Tesser. This is her...oh, um...I don't think the wardens can see this...um...have you...smelled? Anything unusual? Been treated?"

The rascal pauses awkwardly.

"Anyway! It's very important we get her home. I am willing to offer a significant reward on behalf of VaporCorp...diamond, gold food, weapons, you name it! Because from cobblestone to netherrack, VaporCorp has your back!"

havocwrought

Previously slouched up against the wall of his cave, a heavy sigh rolled out of Wretched's mouth as he propped himself into a more upright position. Clenched between his teeth was a monstrous cigar he'd rolled himself, judging by the crudeness of it.

Normally, he wouldn't bother with something like this. Rascals were a rare and unfamiliar creature to him, so he was unsure of how to feel about them. The sole reason he didn't dismiss this altogether was because Dr. Tesser was one of the few people he was on friendly terms with.

"...Yeah, been treated before. Somethin' happened to 'er?" He questioned after a moment, briefly removing the cigar to blow a cloud of smoke into the air. Though Wardens lacked eyes, the way Wretched tilted his head and cocked a heavy brow mimicked vision. Thunder rumbled from the depths of his broad chest.

"Feelin' a lil' suspicious 'bout your intentions, rat. Offerin' a reward for a rescue?"

lulu-the-warden

Terry jumped a little when the massive warden shifted. “Oh wow, you’re a lot bigger than I thought...” they said under their breath. They shakily gripped the little tuning fork on the utility belt they were wearing. If things went south, Terry could use this tool to make a high pitched noise that would give any warden a nasty headache. Terry did not want to use the tuning fork, though. They stood their ground, despite shuddering a bit...eager to hear what the big guy was going to say. This giant sized warden was the first of any creature to know about the doctor. Finally, some progress! “Hopefully nothing has happened to her, I’m uh...” Terry paused for a moment, thinking of a good way to position this to an 18ft tall cave monster, “Here to find her BEFORE something happens??” When the giant warden mentioned being suspicious, Terry attempted to explain. “Oh yes, the reward...you see...Dr Tesser’s sister...um, my boss...is the one looking for her. She wants her to come home real, real bad because uh...they’re the last Tessers left.” The nervous rascal fidgeted a bit, hoping their explanations were good enough. Solaryan really hadn’t given much explanation other than that. They gulped and asked: “So uh...do you know where the doctor is?”

havocwrought

#[ 🪓 ] — thread.#lulu the warden #throwin my reply under a cut so i can keep ur pic on there bc its so good

lulu-the-warden

A rascal in an out of place looking uniform approaches.

"Hello! My name is Terry. I am here on behalf of VaporCorp Mining. If you would be so kind, would you help me with my search and rescue mission, please?"

The rascal pulls our a photograph with a very foreign looking alien. A short statured, large eyed creature in a robe.

"I am looking for a Dr Lunaryan Tesser. This is her...oh, um...I don't think the wardens can see this...um...have you...smelled? Anything unusual? Been treated?"

The rascal pauses awkwardly.

"Anyway! It's very important we get her home. I am willing to offer a significant reward on behalf of VaporCorp...diamond, gold food, weapons, you name it! Because from cobblestone to netherrack, VaporCorp has your back!"

havocwrought

Previously slouched up against the wall of his cave, a heavy sigh rolled out of Wretched's mouth as he propped himself into a more upright position. Clenched between his teeth was a monstrous cigar he'd rolled himself, judging by the crudeness of it.

Normally, he wouldn't bother with something like this. Rascals were a rare and unfamiliar creature to him, so he was unsure of how to feel about them. The sole reason he didn't dismiss this altogether was because Dr. Tesser was one of the few people he was on friendly terms with.

"...Yeah, been treated before. Somethin' happened to 'er?" He questioned after a moment, briefly removing the cigar to blow a cloud of smoke into the air. Though Wardens lacked eyes, the way Wretched tilted his head and cocked a heavy brow mimicked vision. Thunder rumbled from the depths of his broad chest.

"Feelin' a lil' suspicious 'bout your intentions, rat. Offerin' a reward for a rescue?"

#[ 🪓 ] — thread.#lulu the warden #i couldnt resist

“God damn, there sure are a lotta you fruitcakes runnin’ around here.”

#[ 🪓 ] — ic.#open

@lulu-the-warden - replied to this as well.

Shuffling movement stirring just outside of the cave entrance momentarily drew Wretched’s attention away from his meal. He’d a feeling that was Geode, and a couple of whiffs confirmed it. Normally, even timidly approaching a hungry Warden while he was tucking into a tasty treat was an awful idea, however it was obvious by now that Wretched did not consider Geode any sort of threat. In fact, Wretched tended to his elderly companion like a bull would his doe- minus the tenderness.

Following the pause was a beastly chuff expelled with force, then he began to further shred the tree. As much as he desired to devour this entire hive all by himself, Geode could use it more.

“Well, come on, then, you old heifer. There’s plenty’a honeycomb left in there.” He’d even peeled more of the tree away so that the other could gain easier access. No act of kindness could go without that sprinkle of spice though, of course. After moving out of the way a bit, Wretched busied himself by trying to cleanse the scattered bits of wax, bark, and honey slathered across his fur. He’d go crazy if he didn’t get this off of him soon.

#Lulu the warden #[ 🪓 ] — thread.

havocwrought

@restartinteractions - Starter.

Shards of bark and wood gradually accumulated beneath the beast. Normally he wouldn’t be so obnoxious, but this hive in particular was located deep within the layers of hearty oak wood. No matter; he could make quick word of it regardless.

With an echoing CRACK that split the air, a pesky branch was ripped apart from the trunk of the tree. This finally allowed him access to his well earned prize: a succulent hive. With no time wasted, Wretched forced his claws deep into the overlapping layers of honeycomb to bring forth a fistful of it—easily half of the hive—to a slobbery demise. Grubs, wax, honey- all of it was rich in essential calories and nutrients that he’d been lacking lately, so this would hopefully give a boost to his energy levels.

The poor bees were powerless to this behemoth intruder. Panicked, they buzzed around his head and back in an attempt to sting, however his fur proved to be too thick for them to do much damage. Only a few successful stings landed upon areas of exposed skin, although he still didn’t seem terribly bothered by this. Annoying, at most.

Between wood being shredded and the buzzing of angry bees, this racket was likely enough to draw the attention of any wandering nearby. Wretched was far too occupied by this tasty treat he’d managed to get for himself to notice anyone approaching, though.

restartinteractions

The ruckus did attract someone's curious attention. Saint has been...wandering, he would like to think. Truthfully, he was completely lost. This world is so new to him still.

He had been observing a couple horses, all seemed spooked as soon as he heard the wood cracking. He unfortunately received a hoof to the hip do to it.

He now stood a couple trees away, hidden in thick armor. He was shaking, tilting his head at the sight. He never had seen a mob like this before.

Saint didn't want to startle the individual, he did want to say hello. Still, the height of Wretched made memories in his mind swirl, but he ignored them. He was a decent distance, he thought, but knew he couldn't move fast if anything was to happen. Damn hip hurt like hell.

"Hello-?" is all that he could manage.

havocwrought

Warden tendrils click. Warden takes notice.

Wretched reared his head so quickly that he bumped it against the tree and flinched. In haste a layer of honey and wax was swiped from his nose, then he sniffed the air. An enderman? Nosy whelps.

Well, if they were so brazen to greet hime like this, he would proceed with caution. Wretched wasn’t looking for a fight. Lazing beneath this freshly ravaged tree sounded much more appealing, however he’d defend himself should it become necessary.

Following the short silence was a thunderous “What do you want?” As the behemoth pulled further from his hive. A thick mixture of honey and saliva dribbled between those yellowed teeth and down his fuzzy chin- a rather unappealing sight.

“Y’got cocoa beans for brains, son? Walkin’ up an’ greetin’ a warden like this?”

#[ 🪓 ] — thread.#restartinteractions #Canon

@restartinteractions - Starter.

Shards of bark and wood gradually accumulated beneath the beast. Normally he wouldn’t be so obnoxious, but this hive in particular was located deep within the layers of hearty oak wood. No matter; he could make quick word of it regardless.

With an echoing CRACK that split the air, a pesky branch was ripped apart from the trunk of the tree. This finally allowed him access to his well earned prize: a succulent hive. With no time wasted, Wretched forced his claws deep into the overlapping layers of honeycomb to bring forth a fistful of it—easily half of the hive—to a slobbery demise. Grubs, wax, honey- all of it was rich in essential calories and nutrients that he’d been lacking lately, so this would hopefully give a boost to his energy levels.

The poor bees were powerless to this behemoth intruder. Panicked, they buzzed around his head and back in an attempt to sting, however his fur proved to be too thick for them to do much damage. Only a few successful stings landed upon areas of exposed skin, although he still didn’t seem terribly bothered by this. Annoying, at most.

Between wood being shredded and the buzzing of angry bees, this racket was likely enough to draw the attention of any wandering nearby. Wretched was far too occupied by this tasty treat he’d managed to get for himself to notice anyone approaching, though.

#[ 🪓 ] — thread.#[ 🪓 ] — canon.#restartinteractions

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#[ 🪓 ] — meme.#these are fun

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Spooky had wandered a little too deep underground that he found himself in a cavern that held a ancient city. He hadn’t meant to go so deep underground but he just got curious as to what is there and he couldn’t stop himself.

He stared in awe before teleporting to the middle of the city, looking around at everything but didn’t realize that someone may already be there.

havocwrought

With a skyward tilt of his nose, Wretched sampled the air. An intruder.

How inconvenient.

Begrudgingly, the behemoth roused from a bed of sculk and slate. Crumbling of earth and rubble echoed across the ancient walls, for there was no need to be silent. He wished to announce his presence, anyway.

Scent alone gave him all that was needed, but the familiar chortles of a nosy enderman drove a nail into the coffin. They were pests he found himself dealing with more often than not, unfortunately.

Sparks flittered off into darkness as the head of his axe grated against the deepslate tiles in warning.