I decided to start compiling speech patterns and such for the Hermits I watch the most, because being a fic writer is hard sometimes đ then I thought âwhy not share it here?â
so hereâs my very rough analysis of my most viewed Hermits, this is just what Iâve managed to gather so please donât call me out for what Iâm missing
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Rarely stutters in normal speech. Maybe pauses if heâs started a sentence and doesnât know where itâs going, but he doesnât tend to trail off unless something interrupts his train of thought
Stutters a LOT when heâs startled. Also makes âhoo!â noises repeatedly before he finds his words
Lays on the charm THICK when heâs trying to convince someone over literally anything; compliments their looks, their handiwork, and then pitches his proposition in smooth segue. Not one to entertain haggling though (however he DOES do a âlook if youâll pay full price Iâll throw in xyzâ thing). King of upselling even the most mundane things.
His tone is cheerful most of the time, no matter what heâs saying. Heâll actually often say very disturbing things with a light voice (ex. when discussing how to retaliate ie âwhat should we do about him?â âwe could kill him! :)â)
Builds and locations somehow are always capitalized in his voice?? Like he says them differently. I canât really explain it (when he talks about Aqua Town or Scarland or The Big Dig)
Literally has an evil laugh when he thinks of a way to prank someone or mess with people
Hums in thought quite often, and uses âhuh!â quite often when confused or finding out something new (Mostly with redstone)
His farewell is almost always âByeeee, have a great time!â even if the conversation he left was not a pleasant one. Iâm almost certain he does this in tense situations just to get under other peopleâs skin and really push how unbothered he is
Doesnât tend to insult people, the farthest heâll take it is backhanded compliments
That said he is not afraid to outright threaten (âI will murder them.â)
References media a lot, both for concepts for builds and in speech (ie his greeting âWell hello there!â is from Star Wars)
Number one exclamation is âSweet Baby Jellie!â
(More under the cut!)
Cold opens, both in videos and conversations (rarely says âhello, how are you, etcâ when encountering someone, but he does say farewells/âthank youâs)
Likes to sneak up on people and scare them if he realizes they havenât noticed him yet, usually does so by getting real close and then yelling (âHEY!â/âHI!â/âWHATâS THAT?â)
Uses the name of whoever heâs talking to pretty often while speaking to them (âWell, Mumbo, you never knowâ/âSo, Scar, as you can see here-â), same goes for often addressing his audience (âyou allâ/âyou lotâ/âyou guysâ)
Usually pretty focused (when he wants to be) but oftentimes takes a minute to laugh at things he notices in the natural environment (An accidental face in a build, a mob in a strange place, etc)
Takes the lead in a conversation if nobody is the clear leader, but generally only speaks when spoken to if someone else has risen to that spot
Clarifies instructions after something is explained, both to his viewers and to anyone heâs grouped up with (most often seen in the Life Series)
Uses âPardon?!â/âBeg your pardon?!â most often when surprised or startled (heâs very British), also sometimes uses âSorry??â
Things are way more funny to him when heâs tired
Deadpans a lot in conversation ie âwhy not do xyz?â âWell because weâll horrifically die đâ
This man is allergic to committing to the bit unless heâs the one that initiated it
Not one to sugarcoat (âhow is it?â âwell to be honest itâs miserableâ)
Number one exclamation is âWHAT?!â (though he often uses âoh my GOODNESSâ quite a bit)
The start of nearly every episode is almost a pitch, does the same when bringing up an idea to others (âI have this ideaâ/âI was thinkingâ/âI noticedâ etc)
Often laughs a little at himself when he speaks
Also often brings up how inexperienced/unqualified he thinks he is with literally any task heâs doing
Gets very distracted with the smallest things
Uses similes a lot when trying to describe a concept (âIâm thinking a this-type thingâ/âSomething like a [xyz]â/âImagine like a [thing]â)
His voice gets higher when heâs startled or panicking
A very vocal thinker, which makes sense because heâs a MC Youtuber, but he also just. Seems to think out loud regardless
Comments a lot on the feel of things (âOh this feels menacingâ/âThis looks like itâd mess you upâ/âThis makes it feel very intimidatingâ), often with building
Extremely modest. However will celebrate when he does something right in redstone/building (âYES! Oh my days, that took foreverâ)
Once and a while will have a rare banter moment with people heâs comfortable with (ie teasing and making fun)
Related to above, he gets very giggly when heâs hanging out with people heâs familiar with (Grian and Scar most often, but also Iskall)
Number one exclamation is âWhat on earth?!â
Greets people most often with âHow you doing [name]?â/âHow are ya [name]?â
Heâs very northern. He often leaves out words in his sentences bc thatâs just the way his dialect is (âWhat you doinâ?â vs âWhat are you doing?â)
Says his thâs like fâs (âsomefingâ/ânofingâ/âfinkingâ) ((Stress also does this))
His jokes/teasing are very deadpan (âI made you this extra thing, because youâre trash at thisâ)
Actually gives gifts of resources very often, and always leaves it with a little note and signs his name
His voice gets higher pitched when heâs defensive/being extremely cheeky but other than that his tone rarely changes
This man. Flirts so much. If any other person initiates even the slightest of flirty banter he takes that and dials it to eleven I cannot believe this is a straight married man sometimes
Joel commits to the bit 100% of the time (slightly related to above), unless of course itâs jokes about his height
Makes a point to compliment himself if he gets the chance (words most often used are âhandsomeâ âstrongâ and âhumbleâ, as well as comments about his muscles and physique)
Insults his enemies diminutively (âlook at you down there, tiny idiotâ/âYouâre wrong and also weakâ) ((seen most often in Empires SMP)
His most often used insult is âidiotâ
When heâs flustered/frustrated he uses âbloodyâ a lot (ie âbloody heckâ or âthis bloody thingâ (loves to toe the PG line), also uses âbloomingâ (âbloominâ heckâ)
Most often used exclamation is also âWHAT?!â
Opens videos very jovially, talks almost like a radio host
Breaks down his builds down to the block, spends a lot of time discussing his block pallet choices and giving tips while he builds
Uses the affirmation âsure enoughâ a lot, and often addresses himself as âOlâ Bdubsâ
Talks affectionately about other hermits often (â[name], the absolute sweetheart, left me some materialsâ, â[name], you angel!â)
Adding to above, âangelâ or âsweet angelâ seems to be his most often used affectionate terms
Switches on a dime, though, if he gets offended (which of course causes others to poke fun at him even more)
Calls mobs âstupidâ a lot when they donât do what he wants (but takes it back if he says it to one of his horses ex. âCome here, stupidâwonderful, I mean, beautifulâ)
THIS MAN IS THE #1 HORSE ENJOYER. He gets a horse first thing every season and rides it everywhere, and theyâre always a focal point of his theme or builds in some regard
Pauses whatever heâs doing to sleep as soon as itâs possible, and gets very antsy if he canât do it for some reason (âOne moment, time to shreep!â)
Related to above, EVERYONE messes with him if heâs trying to sleep in their presence ie breaking his bed over and over, and he gets increasingly more frustrated when it happens
Rarely is soft spoken or quiet, he projects his voice and uses a lot of emphasis in his tone
Either straight up screams (and peaks the mic đ) if heâs startled or scared, or yells âoh my GOODNESS!!â
Number one exclamation is âHEY!â
saw the newest tree scar built and had to do art about it
Hermitober 2024
I found the HC October prompts. I'm using this list from Twitter.
Day 1 Vex
Grian sat invisible among the dense foliage of the dark oak forest watching the hive of activity inside the woodland mansion. Some enterprising player was sneaking through the hallways taking out the axe wielding illagers.
An evoker had just summoned a hoard of vex to protect himself, but the player was quicker, taking down the magical man. The vex swarmed on the player, seeking revenge. Except not all of them did.
Grian continued to watch as two of the vex broke away from the fighting and ventured up and out of their mansion home. Intrigued, Grian followed.
âThis is our chance, Scar. Before they notice.â One of the vex was coaxing the other into leaving.
âWait up, Cub, I'm not as fast as you.â The one vex wasn't able to fly as fast, having one of his wings smaller than the other.
They made it to the edge of the dark forest, the sounds of battle horns and clashing swords long behind them. The two little vex sat on top of the tree right on the edge watching the sun fall below the horizon.
âHow far do you think weâll make it?â
âAs far as we want Scar.â They shared a mischievous smile.
They seem interesting, much more so than the boring player. Grian decided that they were worth his time in watching.
I still can't believe he got away with this.
I love Scar being the most cringefail husband on earth
Elves and Alchemists Part 5
/ Part 4 / Part 3 / Part 2 / Part 1
âAre you sure you want to leave NOW?â Grian was packing his few belongings in his rucksack. Scar had told him to only pack what was necessary, what he could carry himself, and to just leave the rest.
Grian hadn't brought much with him initially, and hadn't picked up anything important in the year he had been here.
It was dark out. A storm had coalesced quickly before the autumn festival, raining out most of the residence. Grian could hear the winds rattling the windows even now.
âTonight is the best. No one will be out to see us, or try to stop us from going. Jellie will just have to deal with some wet fur.â Scar was deep in a pile of clothes, deciding between a red silk shirt and a maroon wool jacket. He tossed both behind him in the discard pile and dived back in for another two items.
âI just don't understand. We don't have to leave at all.â Grian wrapped his stash of specific alchemical ingredients in some waterproof butcher's paper, and hid them between his spare clothes.
âYou don't have to come if you don't want to Grian.â
Grian froze. He didn't want to be left behind. He spent all this time trying to get here, to be with Scar, and be needed.
Scar continued, oblivious to Grianâs anxiety. âI can go ahead, set up a new place, and you can join me when you're ready.â Scar continued to toss his fancy pants and shirt in the large pile.
When Grian didn't reply, Scar finally looked up at his companion that was biting his lip, worry evident. âTalk to me G. What's wrong?â
Grian took a deep breath and released it. Then another. âIâm just being foolish. I knew we would leave, I just didn't realize it would be so soon. Iâm not used to being a nomad.â
Scar remained on the floor looking up at the young human, studying him. âI want you to come with me Grian.â Scar could see the tension draining away from Grianâs shoulders. âI want you to feel comfortable leaving whenever you want, and coming back to find me again, even if I'm not in the same place you left me.â
Grian rolled his eyes. âThatâs not an easy task Scar. You can hide when you really want to.â
Scar stood, and moved into Grianâs personal space. âWhen we get to the new town, I'm going to make you a special tool. A homing tool. Guaranteed to lead you to me, from anywhere.â
Grian looked into Scarâs eyes and began to breathe easier. âYeah. Okâ he said breathlessly.
Redrew my first scar fanart again! This is 2 years of difference
forgot to put the meow meows here!
Hermittober 2024
Day 2 Enchanting
Cub was anxious. He and Scar had escaped the confines of their home territory, but he still could feel eyes watching him. He tried not to let Scar notice, as he had searched for the origin of the feeling and found nothing. He proceeded with his plan to gear up, as their small swords were no match for a player when it was just the two of them.Â
âCub?â Scar was tormenting a pig, poking it with his sword but not enough to kill it, just watching it squeal and run away.
Cub put down his scrap of leather and focused on his companion. âWhat is it, Scar?âÂ
âDo you think that there's some Eldritch beast out there, waiting for us to make a mistake, so that it can pounce on us and drag us back to the mansion where we belong?â
Cub was a little lost for words. Scar had some off-the-wall ideas, but was pretty perceptive. âI don't not think that,â he hedged.
âWill you tell them to leave us alone already?â Scar sounded glum.Â
âIf I could I would, my man. We're just going to have to wait and see for now.â Cub went back to his task, still on the lookout for any opportunity to evade the mysterious eyes on them.
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It was dark out, and they were traveling through a swamp. Their natural glow kept the frogs from attempting to eat them, as they looked like the unappetizing fireflies native to the area.
Scar was speeding ahead as fast as his wings could take him when he entered a clearing.
There on a log in an unnatural purple light with fireflies surrounding it sat the Eldritch creature. It had a dark cloak, but its wings were visible stretching out behind. Many purple glowing eyes were open staring straight at him. It was fascinating, no, captivating! Scar was enchanted immediately. It was the prettiest, and scariest, thing he had seen his whole life.Â
âIt's you.â He said, breaking the strange silence.
âWhat do you want from us?â Cub already had his sword drawn, ready to protect them from the danger this spellbinding creature posed to them.
Scar joined him, hoping they wouldn't have to fight the otherworldly being. He was shaking with fear.
I will never not laugh at this.
Elves and Alchemists Part 2
Part 1
Grian had finally tracked down an elf. It had taken only 24 months of research, tracking down rumors and scouring news articles. While most elves lived in their hidden retreat, there was one that roamed the land like a vagabond.
Grian packed lightly, not wanting to be tied down by meager possessions. He was getting nervous, as this might be the only elf that he would ever get to speak to. He had to present himself at his best. So he donned his finest robes, and an alchemist hat.
When he first got to the small town the elf currently resided in, it only took a few questions of the townâs inhabitants to be pointed in the right direction. The elf had a small cottage on the edge of the forest, as he needed to commune with nature frequently.
There wasn't any fence, or border that Grian could see, but there was magic in the air as he approached. The elf was tending to some flowers, and as he worked he was talking to a small cat.
âSay, Jellie, we need to get another batch of Mrs. Fâs cookies. Weâve almost run out. How about weâŠâ they turned and noticed their uninvited guest. âOh, hello there!â
Grian meanwhile was reliving a memory, almost a nightmare, from his childhood. âItâs you.â
They approached, with a smile on their face. âYes, of course it's me. I'm always me. And you are?â
âNo, no, no. I mean. It's you, from back then.â The elf that had saved Grian as a child, from a vicious explosion.The one that has inspired him to become an alchemist, the one he had been searching for all his life. Was right there in front of him. He had all the same scars as back then, and some new ones. They didn't detract from his handsome features. Grian wondered briefly if he got all those scars from helping people.
Grian almost fell over, but the elf had grabbed his arm to prevent him from hurting himself. âYou don't look so good. Do you need to sit down? Come inside for a moment.â
Grian was ushered inside and pushed down onto a comfy couch. He stared as the elf began to prepare some tea, and cookies.
âNow these are the best cookies. Iâve been trying to get Mrs. F to give me the recipe for ages, but she refuses. You just take a bite, and all your worries just fade away. They are magical.â
âWhat's your name?â Grian needed to know. He had been searching his whole life, leading up to this meeting.
âOh, well, my actual name is difficult for humans to pronounce, so I just go by Scar. It's much easier than Ráá·â·áăȘ z||ê Ì/âá||á.â
While the name sounded beautiful, it slipped through Grianâs brain and right out again.
âDo you remember me?â Grian grabbed Scarâs hand and pulled him down on the couch next to him.
âWoah there. I have a thousand years or memories I need to search through. Give me a minute.â Scar looked closely at Grianâs face. âHm, I'm not sure. Humans change so quickly. Sometimes it's hard for me to remember, or I get the grandson confused for the grandfather.â
Scar was staring intently. Having his beautiful face so close to Grianâs own made him flush a bit under the scrutiny.