Drawing for @ironstakes YCTiB AU. Featuring actual, Kakashi from Naruto, which was slightly bizarre to draw. I tried to mess around with his design and make something fun, but I don’t think I know him well enough as a character, so hopefully this will suffice.
I love this AU dearly, it is completely hysterical, and Kakashi’s misunderstanding around the nature of Etho and Tango’s relationship is *chefs kiss*!
“Let’s put it this way,” Grian said, “suppose, Mumbo, that there’s an evoker walking around the shopping district. Would you leave it there?”
“I mean, it depends,” reasoned Mumbo, “is it part of someone’s shop? Is it there temporarily while someone’s transporting it? Is it leftover from a raid? I dunno, I’d probably leave it alone.”
Grian gave Mumbo a withering, dead eyed look reminiscent of the empty void-like sockets in his normal body’s face.
“Say it’s not anyone’s evoker and worse, it’s going to summon vex and other evokers. The shopping district would become a major hazard very quickly in this situation, even without hardcore.”
“So what? Strach is secretly an evoker? Come on mate, maybe this modpack is getting to you. It is rather disorienting.”
“No Mumbo, I’m right,” Grian insisted, frustration mounting, “there’s something wrong with that ninja.”
The slime clung and pulsed out a rhythm that echoed.
“He’s a part of that group that almost killed Gem and I, I know it for a fact.”
Mumbo’s head whipped towards Grian. “What?” he half demanded, half exclaimed. “What?”
“They’ve got this- they’ve got this system. It’s in their mouths and it’s absolutely rancid. I can feel it. I don’t even have to see it, I can feel it. That’s how bad it is.”
“I mean- surely they aren’t still aggroed onto you. Surely not.”
“They actively hunt us once they know we’re here. I don’t know why Strach hasn’t started attacking us yet, but I guarantee he is going to do it at some point. Doc said that’s how their AI works, and I’m inclined to agree.”
“So Doc’s confirmed that he’s dangerous then? But I mean, clearly something’s up. He hasn’t gone off and murdered Tango.”
“He’s looking for Etho, though. I’m worried that he’ll find Etho and then go bonkers- I think Etho’s his target.”
“Well, I’ve got some bad news for you…”
“What?”
“Strach left with True yesterday to find Etho in the nether,” Mumbo said in a rush.
Grian whirled around, expression thunderous, and shouted with dismay, “WHAT?!”
He took Mumbo by the shoulders and shook him rapidly. “Why didn’t you say anything?!”
“I mean, I just did? And aren’t you able to Watch people? I thought for sure that you knew!”
Grian slapped a hand to his face and dragged it down. “Uagh. Mumbo. Ok, we can work with this. It looks like he’s got False- True with him still, so that’s good. Here’s what we’re going to do…”
I've been rereading the End poem from Minecraft and I wonder if any of the hermits who were close to Gyusha would recite it to his tomb? I thought that maybe they told him about the End poem and how someday maybe he would experience it, and know that he was loved by the universe.
The "wake up" part in the End poem makes a scene pop up in my head where they're trying to revive him, reciting the near end part of the poem, where he is loved by the universe, that he is daylight, that all that he needs is within himself, that he can begin anew. Wake up.
Idk that just popped into my brain cuz I couldn't stop thinking about your HCxNaruto fic. I keep rereading it cuz it's just so fun.
Alrighty, I'm assuming you are the same anon- I promise I'll get to the other pending ask but this one driving me crazy. This idea has been looping in my head for days now. This is so. Good. I cannot focus on the other points as this one is eating all my brain space. Maybe they revive Gyusha? I could see it happening as a one shot!
So many eldritch-god-beyond vibes-! And we love those.
"And the game was over and the player woke up from the dream. And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better. And the player was the universe. And the player was love.
You are the player.
Wake up."
You are the player?? Maybe players can be created instead of spawning in? This entire idea is driving me absolutely insane in an excellent way.
I just imagine an image that is dark, so dark, and there are the hermit's eerie eyes hovering around like they are standing above the viewer with the words "wake up" in the center. Reciting the poem is so excellent. Thank you so much for sharing this with me, this idea is incredible. I adore it!
If I end up putting anything like this in any sort of media I'll be sure to credit you the best I can. This is exactly the sort of thing that makes the brain water wheel turn!!
Awesome yctib integration idea, spoilers below. For those unaware, litematica is a mod that creates a ghostly schematic of a build created elsewhere, usually in a creative world. It comes with a list of blocks required for the build, saving people time and energy trying to reference every block from their test worlds and trying to figure out how much of each material they need. Several hermits have used litematica. I love it as well, it is a lifesaver.
Kakashi walks in on Mumbo using his sharingan to cast a genjutsu on True. He promptly freaks out. Everyone is baffled.
Mumbo casting genjutsu is the only way to activate litematica, which is in high demand.
Since Mumbo casts the genjutsu it eats at his chakra reserves, so he can only cast it on a few people at a time and only for a limited amount of time. Cue hermits being confused about Kakashi’s freak out- who doesn’t want access to litematica that passionately? And cue Kakashi’s horrified confusion about the “privilege of being mentally manipulated for multiple days”.
Plan is for Kakashi to reveal his sharingan and be like ‘hey, check it out I can ALSO cast genjutsu!’ except he discovers that can’t quite get this one? For some reason? Which is a problem because if his people want to be under a genjutsu that badly he is NOT trusting Mumbo with them.
More world mechanic stuff! Mumbo offers to cast the “litematica” genjutsu on him since Kakashi mentions in a bout of frustration that experiencing it might help him understand how the genjutsu works, and eventually Kakashi reluctantly accepts Mumbo’s offer since he can’t figure the darn thing out. And at least he can fight back, his siblings can’t.
Cue Kakashi getting a schematic and collecting random materials and building a- something.
My siblings ideas were-
world eater. Kakashi is horrified. It obliterates the earth. Within hours, there is a hole deeper than any other on the planet
Mining drill that goes through a mountain and some unfortunate person’s house/project. The technically inclined hermits become excited, since this world is supposedly round, and refuse to stop it out of curiosity as to if it’ll go into space or come back around the planet.
Some kind of mob farm. This is pure nightmare fuel any way you slice it.
So Kakashi accidentally does a redstone of some kind and is horrified by what he creates. Meanwhile the hermits are like “Oh! Guess we got another redstoner, cool, you’re invited to the planning meetings so we don’t lag out the server, Xisuma can explain the rules in more detail if you have any questions.” Kakashi is excited to be invited to this inner circle, less so that Xisuma might be paying more attention to him. He certainly does not have any questions about the rules.
Etho is a Proud Brother Hen and Doc is planning to adopt kidnap him. Keralis drags Ren to Kakashi and immediately tries to con them into making a tree farm.
Kakashi checked that the rocks were in place one last time, then gently lowered the last piece onto the structure.
Nothing happened.
He wasn’t surprised. Never in all his years had he heard of a summoning quite like this one, and honestly, he wondered why he’d even attempted it.
On the other hand, the phantoms didn’t follow any summoning conventions.
Then, he had an epiphany. The picture showed the structure of the cursed sands, which were clearly block shaped. But the skulls also seemed alined on invisible axises, perfectly matching up with the book inventory system.
For some reason, this summoning needed the unique properties applied to objects that entered the system.
Kakashi picked up the skulls and willed them into the inventory, which was still a bizarre experience, and then concentrated to will them back into reality. The first one didn’t quite make it to the top of the sand, so he had to redo it, but the second one manifested straight in the center when prompted. He checked the rocks again, hoping they were in the correct orientation to contain whatever this was, and placed the third skull.
The minecart wasn’t that bad. Clonekashi has no idea if that was because of some weird property, like the goop water, or if it was because he was a clone.
The… thing? Entity? The being that went by Cleo had trapped him, but had otherwise left him alone in the cart. It had prodded one of the creatures in the cages, somehow adding several limbs and a tail to what had previously been a bipedal worm like abomination, for several hours that stretched into a handful of days before vanishing from the lab for a prolonged period of time.
Clonekashi took the unsupervised time to communicate with the other clone and found out that the earth clone had been damaged whilst trying to escape a man that could effortlessly control mud and, to a lesser extent, dirt.
Sounded like Scar.
Scar had been the one with Grian when the earth clone had been made, and in addition to that, Clonekashi knew that Scar was absurdly powerful when it came to earth jutsu. It made sense; Scar was not to be trusted in the slightest, especially not if he was in league with Cleo. Now if only he could pop to get the information back to the original…
The copies of the Copycat were not alone for long. The woman who had fought Scar, Carol, meandered in as casually as anyone could walk into a place. Clonekashi knew admittedly little about her, just that she ironically seemed to like violence but dislike blood based on her bout with the Uchiha.
And Tango had mentioned her, hadn’t he? He’d said that his sister and False were like the ‘Rens’ and Cleo and Carol.
Clonekashi resolved to pay extra attention to her. She didn’t do anything nefarious, didn’t mess with any of the experiments in any way, only walked around with a clipboard and marked down wherever it was she was looking for to record. When she finished with that she stood at a very tall lab table and began shuffling sheaves of paper around.
Was she an assistant? That was something of a relief. True shouldn’t have too many strong feelings about leaving if False was just her employer.
“I guess there’s not really a chance you’ll let me out of here,” Clonekashi eventually voiced. Cheesy, but always worth a shot. And it was a good way to get your captors to spill some extra details.
Carol paused her reading, peering at him from over her papers. “Maybe at some point. Cleo wants you here for now, but we can negotiate if she ends up forgetting about you at some point.”
That was a much more pleasant response than he’d been anticipating, unnaturally so.
“How could she forget?”
Carol lifted one shoulder in a half shrug. “We forget lots of things. She even forgets me, which I’m sure you understand. I hope that puts into things into perspective.”
Clonekashi considered his next move carefully. He knew how many floors there were, but he also knew that family was really important. Escaping Inja no Machi was critical.
“What’s that mean, exactly?” he asked neutrally, hoping to bait her into revealing more about the relationship his sister and False supposedly had. It was a tactic that worked wonderfully around here, and it did not disappoint.
“Well, neither of us are real,” Carol elaborated slowly. “We’re part of them. And if she forgets a part of herself then I reckon there’s a good chance she’ll forget about you, too.”
Before Clonekashi could say anything about that new information Carol pressed on, “Haven’t you ever been forgotten? Unneeded? Surely you’ve been left behind before.”
Clonekashi shook his head, bewildered. “No, I keep good track of my clones.”
Carol set her papers down with a look of clear disbelief on her face. “How old are you exactly?”
“I was made a few days ago if that’s what you’re asking,” Clonekashi joked, hoping a lighthearted approach would help build a rapport with Carol, especially since she hadn’t shot down the idea of helping him escape.
It seemed to backfire. Carol stared at him, and stared, and stared.
“Right,” she said, collecting her papers and standing, “I think experimenting on a baby might be a bit too evil, even for me.”
“Maa, like you said, I’m not even real,” Clonekashi pointed out, curiosity shining through his working eye. What was going on in her head?
“No, you and I are real,” Carol refuted as she headed toward the door, “we’re just also connected to something far, far bigger than ourselves.”
