#sculking

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GLOWY EYES GLOWY EYES GLOWY-

Okay, okay--- I'll take this more seriously. While he is aesthetically pleasing (faintly unsettling sonova bitch that just appears behind you to say hi-) I think what I like most about my portrayal of Herobrine is how soft he is??? The misunderstandings??? Like-- I know right now he's on a bloody warpath in blog-canon since Notch poisoned (potentially killed) his Writer, but... The fact that he's so soft.

My 'softer' approach to Herobrine- and his overall flip from being villain to misunderstood hero- is actually something I took from an x Reader I read involving Herobrine years ago. I may not read x Readers as much as I used to, but... It was a single fanfic. A single fanfic out amongst the untold thousands that flipped the script. I don't even remember where it is-- but in it, the reader was told by HB (after they panicked and fled from him) that his brother was the villain and he was just... Trying to live his life, and hated that everyone feared him so much.

And I love that idea, so of course, many years later (when I gave in and decided to RP as him) I took that approach.-- Sure, he's a cryptid, sure, he's scary when you don't expect him (I scare my coworkers plenty since apparently, without my keys on my hip I'm silent as a ghost),--- but he's just wanting to help. He wants to help. That's all he's ever wanted... And that thought just makes me feel sadly happy for him, because he's trying, he's trying so much and yet his brother comes along and dashes all his hopes, every time...

Geode felt with a wooden stick for the dented bucket he used to make soup and stirred the mushroom soup he was making.  

It can be intimidating to go up to the surface, but…here there is really not much to worry about.  The village and outpost have been abandoned for some time now.

The whine he had made when his leg began to ache drew the attention of his new friend.

Oh, I’m okay…don’t worry.  Whenever there’s a storm on the way, my bad leg starts to hurt.  I’d say we have…hmm…two days before the blizzard gets here.

Geode used a pair of crude tongs made from two sticks and a spider thread to pull out the potatoes.  As they cooled, he pushed himself up again, stifling a groan as his leg ached again.  He got a couple old wooden bowls and hammered metal plates stashed next to the furnace.   Geode divided the thin mushroom soup, potatoes, and sweet berries into three portions.  He put a little extra soup in one bowl and added the small amount of goat meat to it.  The old warden paused for a moment and decided to add a few of his berries to that plate, too.  This was for the little sculkling; she was growing after all.

I have food for us.

Geode spoke with more joy.  He couldn’t even remember the last time he cooked for someone. He presented Jonathan with two servings.

The one with a bit more on it is for little Pebble.  It isn’t much, but it should be filling for her.

Geode got his own serving and joined the warden father and sculkling for dinner.  As he sat down, he stretched his bad leg out and rubbed it with one clawed hand.

Hehe…I’m going to need a good soak in the hot spring tonight.

Lulu heard him grumble a little in his sleep, hopefully he wasn’t being plagued by nightmares.

She was about to settle down herself, until her attention was grabbed by a sudden noise.

Lulu’s antennas twitched as she heard the familiar sound of something digging up and out of the sculk. It was a smaller noise, possibly a warden trying to be quiet?

The scent of another warden filled the air and Lulu’s heartbeat quickened.

Could this be an opportunistic warden coming to claim new territory?

Lulu moved toward the source of the sound and smell.

"Gwoo?" Lulu asked cautiously.

Some shuffling was heard.

Lulu shielded herself behind a ruined stone pillar and whined to the newcomer.

After a moment of silence, the reply came.

"Gweeee!"

The pitter-patter of tiny footsteps was heard right after, approaching.

A wave of relief washed over Lulu, to the point where she even chuckled a bit.

She had been afraid of such a tiny sculkling?

Lulu called to the baby, promising that her father was okay and just napping. The baby warden recognized the sound of a friendly she-warden and hurried to Lulu’s side.

Hello little one! What is your name? Lulu cooed.

The sculkling was so young she could barely manage any wardenspeak yet.

I...I...well, it's not like I could, you know...act on it even if I did...

I mean...who WOULDN'T want a big, tough partner who can crush boulders, but is soft and gentle to you at the same time??

Dr. Tesser has had a few crushes. Usually on knocturnes and wardens, you know, big powerful creatures. She definitely has a type. She doesn't let them know because of her upbringing in the very uptight, overbearing enclave.

Geode's antennas twitched as he heard the familiar foosteps approaching.  He paused the story he was reading to Pebble, who was intenetly listening from the old warden's knee.  This book was written in a way wardens and vision impaired villagers/illagers could read.  He could easily feel the words with a finger.  Geode had several of these books, some of them he had even written himself.  Until he met Pebble, though he had no one to read them to.

Geode paused mid sentence as he hoisted himself back up.  He began limping his way back to the workshop where he had some food and supplies stored away.

I think once I finish getting enough dirt down here I can grow plenty.  The problem is getting enough down here…between the permafrost and well, my bad leg…the trip to the surface and back can take all day.  What I would do for even one glowberry, though…if I even had one, I could grow it on the ceiling above my garden.