#hermits crafting tables

[kaslynspeaksless]

comedy

[wild-until-we-are-free]

let it be known that i had a dream the other day that jimmy and joel joined hermitcraft 10, refused to create bases or interact with the rest of the hermits, went to live in a lush cave with nothing but a crafting table and furnace, one singular blue bed, and a 15x15 nether portal, and every time either of them went through the portal or did a transition in their videos they displayed this screen advertising their new tumblr accounts.

[whereispearlescentmoon]

Permit Master Summary!

Gem is judging!

Round One: Best Smallest Thing

Jimmy- Tiny yoda he got from Grian which he wasn't supposed to tell Gem (1 Point)

Pearl- Baby crafting table that apparently isn't what she was going to bring originally so Gem is mad she gave into peer pressure (2 Points)

Joe- Tiny Hands (3 Points)

Ren-Tiny Skateboard that comes with skate shoes for his fingers that Gem watched him buy (3 Points)

Cub- Coin from 2015 Minecon (4 Points)

Martyn- Cat toy he stole from Jimmy's house and cat toy he stole from Grian (4 Points)

False- Tiny Minecraft Turtle (5 Points)

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Round Two: In Hermitcraft build the most interesting face. Then using your real face, immitate the face you just made. The closest immitation wins.

I didn't catch what everyone's faces looked like.

Cub used nerf darts being held up to his face.

Joe is already dressed as a pumpkin which is what his face was.

False has utilized a snack box and oranges.

Ren, Martyn and Jimmy all used sticky notes to imitate theirs.

Pearl drew on her face in green sharpie.

Cub got a 1

False got a 2

Joe and Ren both got a 3

Martyn and Jimmy got a 4

Pearl got a 5

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Round Three: Write a jingle to encourage donations. The best jingle wins. You can use non hermits.

Jimmy has stolen Oli immediately. Oli is playing the keyboard at home and Jim has a toy guitar. Jimmy isn't singing or doing anything at all, just having Oli do it.

False tried to get Skizz, Kirsty, and Impulse but they all said no. She is the only one with no partner. She is using a variety of paddles and an aluminum food tin, and asking chat for rap lyrics because she can't sing. She has decided to pull up a beat on her phone and rap to it.

Martyn has a bunch of weapons as instruments that he is having Skizz use for drumming and is using chat for lyrics. He is also rapping. I liked his the best.

Pearl is singing to herself and is using Karn to sing and write lyrics. They are just singing, no instruments. They did a very Aussie song.

Ren is using paddles and a stool as drums and has commandeered a Gamer's Outreach employee named Stage (?) to play harmonica. He's doing some kind of chant? His was my least favorite.

Cub has the cat key board with Impulse playing and is using chat for lyrics. Cub is also rapping to Impulse banging on the keyboard. Short and sweet.

Joe has a phone keyboard and Badger. He has done a song to tune of Old McDonald.

Jimmy gets 0 points. Oli gets 5 points.

False got 2 points. She is not happy. She is threatening to beat Skizz up and yelling.

Pearl and Karn's acapella Aussie duet gets a 3.

Cub and Impulse get a 3 for Impulse's silly little expression.

Ren and Stage got a 3 because Gem pities Stage.

Joe gets 4 points for a "fantastic little jingle".

Martyn gets 5 which we expected.

Bonus Task: They tricked Jimmy into lining up 100 pieces of grass. In classic taskmaster fashion, no one else did it.

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Task Four: Take the best shot. Either record it and send it in discord or tell them when you're ready to put in their brain boxes later.

Everyone has grabbed Weapons except for Jimmy.

I got this sick screenshot of False.

Pearl dunked the enderman plushie in the toy chest.

Joe has a Nerf bow and arrow and tried to hit a sheep in a cardboard cutout and missed three times and hit once.

Cub has a toy bow and arrow and failed to shoot it into a Target bag three times and hit once.

Martyn managed to catch a rubber chicken thrown from a balcony in a bucket.

Ren repeatedly failed to shoot a coffee cup off of Karn's computer when asked to do it live, but someone got a video of him doing it successfully to show them

False has a good shot of Martyn. Just a nice photo she's gonna Tweet out.

Jimmy failed a bunch of times to try and kick an orange in a cone and ran out of time. "Chat, your streamer, useless" said Gem to Jimmy's stream.

False is still mad at Gem. "I don't usually say to send hate, but please send hate to Gem".

Jimmy gets 0 points for not taking a shot and wasting oranges.

Joe and Cub both get 1 point for failing repeatedly but at least they tried.

False gets 3 points for taking an unflattering shot of Martyn.

Pearl gets 4 points for dunking the enderman smoothly.

Ren and Martyn get 5 points for being actually impressive.

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Round Five: Meet up with your partners in Hermitcraft and invent the best secret handshake.

Teams: Cub and Joe, Martyn Jim and Pearl, Ren and False

Ren is going to get murdered by False. She is so angry at him because he can't figure out how to get into a group. They are building two "hands". False is going to kill this man. They are making their handshake even after time is up. Ren is trying to tell her time is up and she is telling him it doesn't matter and to just listen to her.

The Evo Crew is setting off firework rockets and jumping from a high place with totems. Pearl is stealing from Cub and planning on paying him back later. They have the energy of a group of children trying to make a play to get to sleepover.

Cub and Joe are having two armor stands shake hands. They are the only ones doing anything efficiently.

THE HANDSHAKES ARE MEANT TO BE IRL! THEY PLANNED THEM IN MINECRAFT BUT HAVE TO DO THEM IRL!

The Evo Crew did a little dance one at a time and threw a bunch of Nerf Darts like fireworks.

Joe and Cub are fake dueling with forks.

False and Ren have jumped, did a fake little throw on the ground, done a spin, and then jumped towards each other to do a high five.

False accidentally said on the main mic that she's going to throw an orange at Ren's head.

Ren and False and Joe and Cub got 4 points.

The Evo Crew got 5 points.

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Final Round: Disguise a carrot. The best disguise wins.

Pearl's Final Result:

Joe's Final Result:

Cub's Final Result:

False's Final Result:

Jimmy's Final Result:

Ren's Final Result:

Martyn's Final Result

Final Round Scores:

Joe gets 1 point because he hid his rather than disguised it.

Cub gets 2 points for being low effort.

False gets 3 points because Gem can still tell its a carrot.

Martyn gets 4 points.

Tied for 5 points are Pearl, Ren, and Jimmy.

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Final Scores:

7th Place: Oli-5 points

6th Place: Jimmy and Cub-15

5th Place: Joe-17

4th Place: False-19

3rd Place: Ren- 23

2nd Place: Pearl-24

1st Place: Martyn-27

Martyn wins all the tiny things!

[a-d-nox]

wyrd web: what to gift a person based these three numbers

this is just a theory of mine because these bubbles of the matrix should represent earthly desires. this is not to say that you can't enjoy things not listed in your category / under your energetic number. this is simply what i believe people with these numbers would enjoy receiving as a gift.

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2 - the high priestess

things that support their spiritual practices, things that support feminine health (hum women's probiotics bundle, honey pot oral vaginal care probiotic, etc), bake goods / baking gear, barbecue sauce sampler / grilling gear (for the dads pt 2), bar in a jar (for those of drinking age) or really any beverage tester kit, bath/spa kit, beach vacation, boat, cruise, careof for brain support, truly nice melons boob butter, candles (it doesn't have to be yankee candle either - bent candles, spiced votive candle, etc) or candle making kit, imported cheeses, clothing staples (blue jeans, black turtleneck, etc), juice cleanse or other things that support digestive health, cooking classes or meal kits (hellofresh, homechef, etc), a tarot/astrology/mediumship reading, or outdoor cameras or other home security tools

3 - the empress

pillows, stuffed animals, rose quartz, personal celebrity cameo, clothing, tickets for an art museum tour, ballet tickets or classes, art supplies, makeup pallets and/or brushes, flowers, jewelry, candy/sweets, money, bells / wind chimes, clothing, designer pieces, cosmetics, dolls, a trip to a fancy restaurant, fruit basket / dried fruits, gardening supplies, jewelry, concert/orchestra tickets, poetry book, tickets to a play, a purse, lingerie (if y'all are close like that), trip to a vineyard (for those of drinking age), couples' dancing classes, or a wallet

4 - the emperor

skincare, rock climbing voucher or some other physical activity they enjoy, an adrenaline rush activity (skydiving, bungee jumping, etc), careof for brain support, crafted wooden objects (cutting boards, tables, etc), coffee trials/samplers, sunglasses, blue light glasses, hair care products/supplies, scalp treatments/care, oral health care (thera breath, whitening products, etc), meditation app subscriptions / in person sessions for meditation, or a planner

5 - the hierophant

moss agate (don't question how random that sounds this is some intuitive stuff), artwork, an architectural tour, beauty products/supplies, historically significant objects, pastries or sweets/candies, earrings, sour dough starter kit, jewelry in general, piano/organ lessons, singing lessons, a wallet, or any classes where they can learn something fun and new to them

6 - the lovers

car stuff (seat covers, cup holder coasters, etc), bicycle or bicycle accessories/gear, books (the more educational the better), briefcase / work tote, bus tickets for a day trip, gym membership or soulcycle classes, crystals, a standing desk / cute office supplies (for the work girlies both those who work in office and from home), hand & foot message, manicure voucher, newspaper subscription (i am a fan of new york times, washington post, and the new yorker), language classes or rosetta stone subscription, magazines subscription, merchandise from their favorite singer / group / tv show / movie, train trip, or we're not really strangers card packs

7 - the chariot

gardening supplies, hermit crab, baked goods, bath products / beauty products, boat, cruise, car stuff (seat covers, cup holder coasters, etc), truly nice melons boob butter, juice cleanse, gut health thrive market kit, glassware / blown glass, stuff they need / need for their home (security system, chest freezer, etc), hotel or bed & breakfast stay, kitchenware, lake trip, pearls, real estate / land, restaurant voucher / gift card, silver jewelry, shopping gift cards, a trip, or intention journal

8 - strength

amusement park tickets, supplies for their passion projects, ballroom dancing classes, tea sampler, games (video games or board games), movie theater gift card, personal celebrity cameo, flower garden supplies/seeds, stuff for their pet, or a belt

9 - the hermit

pet related gifts (if they have a pet that is), bookshelves (they probably need one), juice cleanse, gut health thrive market kit, a cat, clothing, oral health products (thera breath, whitening products, etc), stationary, emergency preparedness (ready to eat meals, fire blanket, etc), cook books, dining ware (new plates/bowls, cups / glassware, silverware, etc), food subscriptions (home chef, hello fresh, pickle of the month club, bokksu japanese snack box, etc), careof subscription, gloves, herb garden kit, a one way ticket to anywhere, or a hiking trip

10 - wheel of fortune

incense, cleansing herbs, bow and arrow, sapling, land, dried berries, budget book, gym/exercise membership, religious/spiritual/philosophical books, poker set, cloth (if they like sowing), wool (if they like weaving, crocheting, and/or knitting), wool clothing, a coat, trip to a country or place they have never been, oral health products (thera breath, whitening products, etc), etiquette classes/books (this is great for the traveler because they are often interested in learning customs before going on their trip), figs, fruit basket (like edible arrangements), honey sampler / royal jelly, horseback riding lessons, lottery tickets, merchandise from their favorite singer / group/ tv show / movie, shoes, really any game, any subscription they have not tried, things that support their spiritual practices, or book on positive mindset

11 - justice

personal celebrity cameo, tickets to a ballet or to an art gallery, air purifier, portable heating pad, spa voucher, cosmetics, lingerie (if y'all are close), closet organizational items (space saving hangers, linen bins, accessory hanger, etc), pastries and sweets, diamonds (perhaps propose to your lover), a dress, tickets to a fashion show or exhibit, flowers, a luxury chair, jewelry, concert tickets, poetry books, any quartz pieces, chocolates dipped strawberries, hair extensions, logic puzzles, a voucher for an escape room, or a kitchen/baking scale

12 - the hanged man

bar in a jar (if they are of drinking age), a book on angel numbers, a book on natural medical remedies, ballet classes or tickets to see a ballet, bath bombs and other bath goodies (salt, bath table, candles, sugar scrub, bath teas, etc), beach vacation, tea or coffee sampler, butterfly farm kit with caterpillars, disposable camera or a camera they would like (polaroid, filming, etc), scientific kits (geode kit, grow your own crystals, etc), cigars (for the dads in your life), unsolved mysteries or crime kit, dance classes, smutty/romance/fantasy books, fairy garden, a tarot/astrology/mediumship reading, budget book, makeup palettes or other cosmetic they enjoy, concert tickets, paint, poetry books, clue the board game, a pass to an indoor pool, a book on poppet making, meditation membership or a voucher for in-person sessions, or something to support their curiosity for new spiritual insight

13 - death

hermit crab, a jumping spider, a reptile, homeopathic books for natural cures and remedies, operation the game, butcherbox subscription, a book on how to cook and trim meats, beginners chemistry kit, a colon cleanse, sea monkeys, unsolved mysteries or crime kit, philosophy of death books, books on magic, magic the gathering the card game, period products (portable heating pad, the diva cup, etc), poisonous plants (belladonna, foxglove, lily of the valley, etc), a frog pond, a scorpion, a snake, a burr/boo basket (these people love seasonal stuff), or marie kondo's life changing magic of tidying up

14 - temperance

a hunting trip, bow and arrows, books on religion or philosophy, book of devotions, book on dream meanings (hello, freud haha), a certification course or college class, horseback riding lessons (for the newbie or a younger sibling or your child/niece/nephew), horse drawn carriage ride (for the couples *smirk*), logic puzzles, things that support their goals, or a book of angel number meanings

15 - the devil

a fan or air conditioning unit, if you have the land for it a cow/horse/goat, kinetic tape, arnicare bruise cream (this is a joke... unless...), coal or a diamond (this is also a joke... unless...), a clock or a watch, cuticle trimmer (and other nail care things), room darkening curtains, a happy lamp, lotion/cream, hat/scarf/gloves, hair products (extensions, shampoo subscription, etc), leather fashion-ware, gardening supplies, ice maker, or a juice cleanse

16 - the tower

tiger balm or other pain relieving ointment, acrobatic/gymnastic classes, homeopathic books for natural cures and remedies, first-aid kit, baking kits, barbecue sauce sampler, barbecue sauce sampler / grilling gear (for the dads), gift card for haircut, dollar shave club (for the dads pt 2), metal works (spoon handle rings, metal roses, etc), boxing lessons, boxing match tickets or monster truck tickets, butcherbox subscription, a book on how to cook and trim meats, crafted wooden objects (cutting boards, tables, etc), cactus plant, beginners chemistry kit, cookbook, pocket knife or leatherman/multitool, tool kit, jenga, emergency kit, food, first aid kit, merchandise for their favorite superhero(es), electric lighter, liqour or bar in a jar (if they are of drinking age), rock music (a vinyl or concert tickets), pepper plant, pipe for smoking (if they like to smoke that is - my grandfather had a collection), lego kit, or lincoln logs

17 - the star

friendship bracelets, a fan / ac unit, model airplane, flight lessons, compression stockings/socks, architectural tour, astrology reading, car stuff (seat covers, cup holder coasters, etc), club memberships (golf, racket ball, sam's, etc), electronic devices (a new phone, amazon fire stick, solar portable charger, etc), movie on blue-ray or dvd, movie gift card, a camera (polaroid or another type they have been eyeing), disposable cameras, camera gear, shadow work journal, aesthetically pleasing bluetooth retro radio, streaming service subscription, a book on health or mental health, or a book on positivity

18 - the moon

abstract art, bar in a jar (if they are of legal age), a fish, a fish tank, tickets to an aquarium, cocktail book (if they are of legal age), a fishing trip (for the dads), book of conspiracy theories, the conspiracy theory map, a crystal ball, unsolved mysteries or crime kit, a jellyfish, a tarot/astrology/mediumship reading, a camera (polaroid or another type they have been eyeing), disposable cameras, camera gear, poetry book, hydroponic starter system, games that involve bluffing (clue, poker, herd mentality, etc), shoes, sleeping eye mask, silk pillow cases, new bed sheets, bonnet, socks, a computer keyboard, typewriter, a book on shadow work, a puppy, or a book on dream meanings

19 - the sun

maine coon, autobiographical books, ballroom dancing lessons, poker set, oral health products (thera breath, whitening products, etc), card games, personal celebrity cameo, circus fruit basket, chocolate gold coins, classes that encourage creativity (create it and break it sessions, pottery classes, etc), jewelry or an engagement ring (if it's been more than 2 years y'all should know what you are doing at this point), flowers, indoor herb garden, tickets to race of some sort (cars, horse, sporting events, etc), sporting equipment, ivy plant, a pottery painting voucher / gift certificate, or something for their passion project / hobby

20 - judgment

a reptile, ant farm, a guide on astral projection, operation the game, the chameleon game, clue game, unsolved case files game, grand theft auto video game, assassins creed video game, dungeons and dragons the game, yahtzee, emergency preparedness kit, magician kit, poisonous plants (belladonna, foxglove, lily of the valley, etc), the divine comedy, puzzles, a rodent of some sort, or lingerie (if y'all are close)

21 - the world

gardening supplies, acoustic guitar, air conditioning or fan, architectural tour, teddy bear, snow globe, boots, calendar or planner, supergoop (sun protectant) products, wooden objects (cutting board, chest, box, etc), carpet, clay (air drying or via kiln), a clock or watch, compression stockings/socks, collectible coins, pain patches or kinetic tape, crystals, budget book, lotions for dry skin, dried fruits, gloves/mittens, hair care products, ice machine or ice making trays, ice cream subscription, pottery classes, rain coat, real estate or land, zen sand garden, sculpture, or snake

22 - the fool

flight lessons, model airplane, a flight to anywhere, car stuff (seat covers, cup holder coasters, etc), an astrology reading, bath products, biking gear, movie theatre gift card, clock or watch, club memberships (golf, racket ball, sam's, etc), mood lighting or strip lights, a train ride, fun magnets, motorcycle accessories/training, microphone (maybe they are filming or recording something), patterns for cross stitch / knitting / crocheting, a camera (polaroid or another type they have been eyeing), disposable cameras, camera gear, stuff for the tv (surround sound, sound bar, streaming subscription, etc), or classes for one of their interests

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[convexicalcrow]

"Look, I know you're impatient, but just trust me, okay? We can't let them know ConCorp's behind this. Not yet, anyway," Cub said.

He was talking to Captain Jack, ConCorp CEO, who was currently sitting on the other end of the boardroom table, clutching a piece of melon in a claw that he was currently eating rather contentedly. The parrot seemed to pay no attention to him.

"What about Scar? Nah, nah, not Scar. He doesn't need to know. Besides, I told you before why we need Grian to front this. Not just because it was his idea, but because he's better at running things like this. And it keeps it all separate from me, so if it does end up failing, well, I can swoop in later to take over," Cub said.

The parrot chirped softly. Wandered across the table, gazing at things. Seeking more fruit. He caught Cub's gaze, and Cub laughed.

"Look, I promise I'll keep you updated, okay? Just let me work. I know what I'm doing," Cub said.

-

The meeting with Captain Jack had happened in Vexspace, of course, like all good ConCorp meetings, and it had happened just as the Hermetheus was arriving at their new home planet. Grian had been talking about running the shopping district on permits this season, something he'd been thinking about during stasis. Give each Hermit their own monopolies and see how that panned out. Cub had only gotten involved after Grian asked for help coming up with all the permits that might be needed.

Cub, of course, could see the potential. Monopolies for some resources could be very lucrative indeed. If this could infect the other Hermits with the same capitalist drive that ConCorp thrived on, well. They could go far indeed. And better have the Hermits in the arms of ConCorp than in the arms of GigaCorp. At least ConCorp was openly unethical. They wore their war crimes with pride.

And so it was that Cub spend much of the first day on the server, after they'd gotten geared up, locked in a dirt hole with Grian, figuring out permits, and how to sort them. Because, of course, if he rigged the distribution system well enough, perhaps he too could profit handsomely from it.

-

Hermit Time was a rather finicky thing. It happened when it happened. Once everyone had settled down in whatever space they wanted, it was easier to figure out where the shopping district would go. The permits were on their way, and Cub did not miss the hours spent crafting them all and sorting them into their iron, gold, and diamond tiers in the randomiser system he'd built. And then, once it was done, he stepped back, and let Grian run the show.

Grian sold it so well though. He was uniquely capable of ensuring the permit system was adopted by everyone. Unlike other Hermits, who didn't know exactly which permits were up for grabs, Cub knew which ones he wanted, and he would make sure he got them one way or another. Horns and fireworks, once he had those, he was set.

-

It's not that Cub was necessarily letting Grian fail, but the man's obsession with fishing up a mending book probably had wrecked his brain a little, so he wasn't at all surprised to find him rather reluctant to actually run the permit office once it had been set up. Hiring Scar and Skizz as Permit Office Enforcement agents definitely said a lot about Grian's care in selecting good people to help run the place. Cub had laughed when Grian told him he'd only hired them because they happened to be there at the time. Of course he did, that was the kind of slapdash Permit Office Grian seemed to like to run.

Cub didn't mind, though. If his Higher Ups wanted him to step in, he would, but they had other plans still. Give them a chance to fail on their own first. Patience. The time will come.

-

In some ways, Cub thought he was doing more permit office work than any of those three combined. He was fastidious about checking for permits being hung in shops, the presence of ender chests, making sure shops were kept in stock, all the work the Permit Office staff should be doing. He didn't keep his records out of spite, but perhaps he did send some anonymous mail to the Poe-Poe to tip them off if he found any egregious offences.

But of course, Grian would get lazy, the Poe-Poe would shirk their responsibilities, distracted by other crimes such as Doc's diamond ore thefts, and so the shopping district would lie neglected. And thus came the message from Captain Jack: It was time to step in.

-

Cub arranged a meeting once his ultimatums to Grian to step up his game went unanswered, which he knew they would be. He also sent summons to Scar and Skizz, just to get everyone together. Was calling it a disciplinary hearing a little strong? Well, perhaps, but it would get his attention. Set the stakes. Let them know he was serious. Well, the Higher Ups were serious. They wouldn't know it was him until he arrived.

Captain Jack was chattering in his ear as he floated down in front of the Poe Poe HQ where Grian, Scar, and Skizz were waiting for him. Cub wasn't always one for a dramatic entrance, but he felt this one mattered. Got himself a whole Permit Office uniform and a shiny gold badge, just to make it feel official. He was pleased they all showed up, and he definitely had to suppress a smile as he heard Scar reply, 'hello God' as he touched down in front of them, the slow falling having done its job.

It wasn't necessarily in Cub's nature to be dominant and bossy, but sometimes, it was just how things were gonna be, and it was vital to make it clear to them that he was in charge now and his orders would be obeyed. And, look, if he laced in a little Vex magic to sway the non-Vex, well, that wasn't a bad thing, right? The thunderstorm was a bonus, and honestly, he didn't mind the ominous evil atmosphere it created as he very calmly said things would be fine. And they would be fine, in time. All he had to do was make sure Grian didn't get in the way too much, and when the time was right, well. Perhaps Captain Jack would come to visit, and the server would once again belong to the ConVex.

[flamingspud]

Two-Stick Horse

All Grian wanted was his Christmas bonus.

Here’s my fic for @molecularmagician for the Secret Santa! So, hope you enjoy!

fic below

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It had all started in Cub's office.

"Hello Grian," he greeted. He was in his manager's uniform, and atop his head was a set of antlers. Very festive.

"You know why you're here."

"I do."

He was here to discuss his Christmas bonus, which, not to toot his own horn or anything, he was sure he'd get.

Did he work hard? Not really. Did he bring anything to the Permit Office? I mean, come on, he built the place! But other than that no, he did not bring anything to the table.

However he was the only employee, (unless you counted the Poe Poe) and he was quite entertaining. 

"Well, unfortunately there have been some… budget cuts, so now the suits up top need me to decide who to give their bonuses to and who not to."

"…I'll be getting mine though, right?" Grian asked, doubt slowly creeping in like skulk.

Cub let out a long exhale. "Well that's the thing, Grian. You haven't reached your sales quota this year."

Grian's eyes went wide, filled with desperation. "Cub, please! You know me, I'm here for most of my shifts! And-"

Cub put up a hand to stop Grian's ramble. "I know. That's why I want to give you one last chance-" Cub pushed a button that was hidden under his desk, and outside the window a horse dropped down, dangling there thanks to a lead that was presumably attached to the roof somewhere- "if you can sell this reindeer for fifteen diamonds, you'll get your bonus."

Grian had so many questions. "Reindeer?-" he noticed the two sticks taped to its head- "that's, um- we sell reindeers?"

Cub pointed to a permit on the wall behind Grian; Reindeer Permit. Bold choice making it a diamond tier, but go figure. 

"We do now."

"Right..."

That conversation was what led Grian to be standing outside of the Permit Office in an elf costume, trying to flag down Hermits as they passed by through the shopping district.

The first person who had stopped by was Cleo, curious as to why he was actually at the Permit Office for once.

"Do you want to buy a reindeer?" Grian asked, putting on his best showman's voice.

"A reindeer?" Cleo asked, an amused smile on their face.

Grian nodded. "Yup! Just fifteen diamonds!"

Cleo was quiet for a moment, looking up at the "reindeer" dangling in the air.

"That's a horse with sticks taped to its head."

"Those are its antlers! The tape's there because it, uh, hurt itself!"

Cleo turned around to her own horse, crafted some sticks and stuck them to its head. "Hey look, I have a reindeer too."

Grian blinked, before slowly lowering his head. Cleo laughed at him. 

"Well, this was fun, but I'm going to go."

"Bye Cleo…"

After Cleo, the next person to show up was Joel.

"Is the Permit Office open?" He asked hopefully.

"It is if you want to buy a reindeer for seventeen diamonds!" Grian replied, the smile evident in his voice as he teetered on the edge of laughter.

"Blummin' hell…" Joel muttered, pulling out his ender chest, "let's see…"

He rooted around for a moment, before turning to Grian. "I can give you a stack of wood."

"Get out of here!" Grian started hitting Joel.

"Ok, ok! Jeez…" Joel quickly flew away.

The rest of the day didn't bring Grian much luck either.

Zedaph had shown up, but he had been concocting a way to create real reindeer, so the horse with some sticks on its head gambit didn't work on him.

Scar had almost seemed genuinely interested in buying the creature, but the urge to put him on hold with an all new festive track was too strong, so he got fed-up and left.

And finally, Joel had returned to try and shoot the horse.

After chasing Joel away, Grian had figured his chances of getting that bonus were kaput.

That's when Bdubs showed up.

"Bdubs!" Grian called. Bdubs loved horses, he'd definitely buy the reindeer!

"Do I have a deal for you! One reindeer for twenty diamonds!" He figured he'd start high, and would either have room to negotiate down or be able to keep the change.

Bdubs looked up at the "reindeer" and gasped. "What are you doing to that horse?!"

"Huh?"

"Why do you have him so high? And did you tape sticks to its head???"

"No no no, of course not-" Grian quickly flew up to remove the tape and sticks from the horse, but accidentally misclicked. He watched as the horse fell in slow motion to the powdered-concrete ground, dropping a piece of leather after hitting the floor in a poof of smoke.

"…wanna buy a piece of leather for fifteen diamonds?"

Bdubs was in disbelief. "You- you killed it!"

"You don't have proof of that!" Was Grian's hurried response. In retrospect, it probably wasn't the best thing he could've said there.

Bdubs was shocked, affronted, horrified- 

"This is horse abuse! I'll see you in court pal!" He declared, before stomping off.

Well sugar.

———

Grian and Cub were in court. The official case was served against the Permit Office itself, and Cub had told Grian that if he went with him to court, he'd give him the bonus.

So, to court Grian went.

Things were looking pretty grim for them though, as the prosecutor was not only that, but also the judge. 

"Hermits of the audience, today we are here to put a HORSE KILLER before the court to expose his heinous actions!" Bdubs declared to the handful of hermits that sat in the audience.

"Woo!" Joel cheered, earning himself a snowball to the face.

"Allegedly!" Grian interjected.

Bdubs threw a snowball at one of the lights above his head. "Silence!"

Grian shut his mouth.

Cub raised his hand.

"Yes, Cub?" Inquired Bdubs.

Cub cleared his throat as he stood up. "I would like to say on behalf of the Permit Office, that as manager; I had no idea my employee was committing such crimes."

Gasps rang out from the people around the courtroom, Grian included. "Cub?!?!"

"I've heard enough," Bdubs said, knocking on the rest of the lights above Grian's head, "I sentence Grian to an eternity at bedrock level!"

"What?!?!" Grian thought this was an outrage. It was an accident after all!

"Be grateful, I went easy on you," Bdubs spat.

Grian's pleas fell on deaf ears as he was dragged away.

———

It had been a few days since Grian was sentenced, and he was beginning to miss sunlight. And flying! There was no room down at bedrock to fly, just the space he dug out for himself.

Cub did inform him that he had left the bonus in his base, but there wasn't really a point anymore.

He was about to dig another room for himself when he heard explosions. He looked up just in time to see someone blow a hole through the roof and drop down.

"What the-"

"There is no time," Doc, who had come down in some sort of drilling machine, said hurriedly. He threw some rockets and an elytra at Grian.

"The Poe Poe will be here any minute, we need to go."

Grian equipped the wings, and followed Doc out of the hole. "Why are you helping me?"

Doc craned his neck back as far as he would dare while flying to look at Grian. "Let's just say that the Tall Claims Court needs to be reminded who's world they're really living in."

As they reached the surface, Grian heard Skizz and Scar's exclamations at his escape for a second before he quickly zoomed out of earshot again.

And that is the story of how Grian became a fugitive over a Christmas marketing ploy.

[dailyzedaphfacts]

Fun fact!

In season 1 of Hardcore Hermits, Tango, Zedaph, and Impulse had three crafting tables within three blocks of each other in their little base. Two of which were placed by Zed.

You can never have too many, right?

(source)

[eluminium]

SKIZZ WEEK DAY 7. FINAL DAY. Well, okay I have to catch up on day 3 and day 6 BUT. STILL. DAY 7!!! this one got LONG again. I based this fic on that one scene from Skizz's episode 1 where Beef decides they're gonna spoon each other. Yeah.

As always, HUGE thanks to @skizzlemanweek for organizing this in the first place! It has been really fun to write for and the fact that it got me to write shit after like, 2 years of inactivity is insane. Huge props to them!!!

ANYWAYS! ONTO THE FINAL DAY!

Prompt 7: Free day!

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Okay. Take some deep breaths, Skizz. It's not that big of a deal. You are fine! It's just being on THE Hermitcraft server with all the hermits as a hermit. That's just your average Tuesday for the Skizz- wait.

Void, he is on HERMITCRAFT. He's a HERMIT. FOR REAL. Is this real?! Or has he been dreaming or hallucinating?! His eyes dart around, and yep, those are hermits. Quickly, he pinches his arm. He lets go just as quickly with a squeak to boot when it's confirmed that this is real. He is a Hermit.

Now, he isn't the type of person to be nervous or scared. He thinks of himself as a pretty chill guy! He's Skizzleman. What dignity does he have to lose? However, maybe the fact he's not the type of guy to freak out means that because he's freaking out right now he has NO clue how to cope. He's so cool that he forgot how to deal! Agh, why now!?

"I'm gonna make a bed for our team, so we're gonna sleep in a communal bed, cuz there's only one right now." Someone- Oh it's Clebert!- comments while a newly crafted white bed appears next to the crafting table and furnace combo. It shakes Skizz out of his thoughts and back to the present, thank void. It's also a sweet reminder that just because he's on Hermitcraft doesn't mean he's a total stranger! In his mining team (what were they called again? Musterd Milktots? What is a milktot-) he's got Clebert and Tango Top! He knows them well! Then there's Doc, and he's hung out with Doc before! Like at the OlympZITS! And last, there's Beef! Who he….uh…Okay, he's never talked to Beef before. But how hard could it be? He'll charm his way into Beef's heart soon enough.

Speaking of the man, here he comes over the hills now! "I have a bed already. I have a bed!" he announces as he jogs over to use the crafting table. The sky behind him has faded to a soft yellowish orange as the sun sets on Skizz's first official day on Hermitcraft. Good thing they managed to make these beds in time!

Cleo seems to agree as she declares: "Oh okay! Now we can split up our sharing of the beds! That's cool!" While they speak, Tango appears behind them. He doesn't even acknowledge what just happened. The blaze man starts placing dirt around their little area to prepare for the night. Skizz giggles to himself. He's always task-focused, that guy.

As night starts falling, it dawns on Skizz that they only have two beds. And there are currently four of them. Doc disappeared somewhere, but he was told Doc tends to do that. Still, even with one less Milktot, they need to share beds in pairs or have one or two of them sleep on the ground. Well, he can do both! Nothing against a little snuggling with the homies!

"So, everyone under the covers?" He asks, looking between his fellow teammates. They also seem to have realized the situation and come to the same conclusion as him.

Their faces tell Skizz of the various levels of internal conflict occurring in this dirt hut. Tango doesn't seem very excited at all with the low burning flame on his head and a frown decorating his face. Cleo also wears a frown on her lips but a glint of understanding in her eyes. Once again, Skizz doesn't know Beef well enough to read him accurately, but he seems the most accepting out of the three. That's when it dawns on him that maybe not everyone is as comfortable with cuddling the homies. And now he feels like a dumbass for instantly jumping to that option. And he's the new guy, too! Void, this is going great so far!

Okay, how can he fix this? Maybe he can volunteer to sleep on the ground. Or he could invite Tango to a bed (god he's gonna get a headache from all these jokes he shouldn't make-!) since Tango knows him best and Skizz already has experience dealing with Tango's fire. Besides, they both have old man backs. If they sleep on the ground, they'll be incapacitated for days. And there's no way Tango should be allowed to do that, not on his watch!

But as he's turning towards Tango to make the offer, Beef unexpectedly grabs his gaze instead. Huh-?

"Skizz, you're mine~. Get in here, big boy," He growls in an overly sultry tone. Completely outta nowhere! So outta nowhere Skizz can't help but giggle at it.

Now, he recognizes what a bit is and realizes that it's probably an attempt by Beef to lighten the mood. So obviously, he's gotta keep it going! That's the one rule of improv, baby!

"Big spoon or little spoon?" He responds in a comedically deadpan tone while moving towards one of the beds. Cleo and Tango laugh at his theatrics, and the mood does indeed lighten. Mission success! He and Beef also chuckle a bit before Skizz moves between the beds and puts on a more serious face.

"Okay, for real though. How are we doing this? Are there some kind of Hermit rules around snuggling with your fellow Hermits I don't know about?" He asks the other three.

"No Skizz, I don't think we have rules about that. Although I don't know how…safe and comfortable it is to cuddlebear ol' Tango over here. With all the fire stuff and possible burnificating in your sleep," Tango responds honestly. Skizz rolls his eyes.

"Come on, Top. You're not that bad, dude! We've shared many a bed during Third Life, and Last Life, and Limited Life, and Secret Life-"

"Don't act like you weren't complaining in the morning! You were like: 'Ooo Tango I'm never cuddling with you again! This is awful, bleugh!'"

"That's because I got SWEATY from your crazy body heat! Not because I was on FIRE like you seem to be thinking!!!"

"Okay guys we get it, you're very affectionate with each other and it's cute, now lets get back to the point!" Cleo calls out to stop this madness before it escelates into a slap fight. Skizz and Tango both shut up in compliance.

"I have an idea!" Beef chimes in. All of them turn their eyes to him. They stay silent but nod at him to continue.

"Cleo, you can't really feel temperature, correct?" Beef asks, turning towards said Cleo.

"Yeah, being a zombie and all," Cleo answers with a shrug.

"So if you and Tango take one bed, we'll minimize the amount of…sweating happening. And, for you Cleo, it'll be easier to keep your body warm enough not to freeze up during the night!" Beef finishes off.

Tango and Cleo both contemplate this plan. It makes a lot of logical sense to split it up that way.

Cleo turns to Skizz. "Can you promise that he doesn't light up like a flamethrower? Don't get me wrong! I do like fire, just not ON me," She asks him. Tango makes some vaguely offended noises in the background despite the fact he was the one who brought it up.

"I promise you, Clebert! Top sleeps like a dead man. There's no way he'll light up at all. And if he does, dude, just kick him off the bed. It'll be funny," He answers with a smile and a wink. Then he laughs at the increased amount of offended Tango noises. They're just the best, okay!

"Alright I guess it's you and me, Tango. We'll sleep back to back, yeah?" Cleo gestures at Tango while she starts preparing the bed closest to them. Tango sounds like he agrees, but Skizz has already tuned them out to focus on his deal with Beef.

"So, I guess I was yours, huh?" He jokes as Beef joins him by the other bed.

"I guess so!" Beef cheers back.

For a second, they just stand there. Waiting for the other to make a move. …Maybe Skizz should give Beef the bed anyway. Skizz's the new guy, after all. He can't be making moves like this.

"Hey man, if this is really not your style, I'm fine with sleeping on the ground," He offers, meeting Beef's eyes. Said eyes light up in amusement, however.

"I think everyone in this hut knows that if anyone slept on the grass they'd wake up with a ton of back pain. We're all too old for that! Unless you'd feel uncomfortable, but I'll take a guess that you're not considering…you know." Beef reassures while patting Skizz on the back. He's right on that. It doesn't really bother Skizz…Then Beef's face morphs into one of contemplation.

"I was thinking more about how we're gonna fit in this bed," He continues, gesturing to said bed.

Oh, oh yeah. Second observation of the night. The bed is kinda small for them. They're both big, burly, broad men, for crying out loud. Unless they're going to connect like puzzle pieces, there is no way both of them are fitting in this bed.

Skizz smacks his lips. "Well, big guy. Either we snuggle up real close, or one of us ends up on the ground. You in?" He says bluntly, almost like a challenge.

Beef thinks about it before exclaiming: "I'm in," while lifting up the blanket. He then crawls in towards the opposite edge of the bed and lays sideways. Skizz has never been one to think too hard before doing something, so he crawls in next, and the great shuffling begins.

It's, well, not the easiest. Each time one of them moves an inch, something gets kicked, punched, or pushed. It's a miracle that they manage to avoid kneeing each other in the jewels. But eventually, they managed to settle into a comfortable position. What a blessing!

That blessing ends up being them curling their legs around each other like two strings of DNA, pressing together like a sandwich, and Beef's head resting on top of Skizz's, while Skizz almost has his face in Beef's mantits. It's not something Skizz thought would be included in his first day on Hermitcraft, but he isn't unhappy about it. Beef seems content, breathing a sigh of relief as they finally fit together. Afterward, he lets out some soft laughter that Skizz feels more than he hears.

"Welcome to Hermitcraft, Skizzleman. This has been your initiation ritual into this madness," He jokes, his log-like arms resting around Skizz's back.

"I think I'm gonna like this gig," He responds with a laugh before wiggling a little bit. He feels Beef smile into his hair. On the other side, the shuffling sound from Tango and Cleo ceases as well. After a long negotiation, everyone is finally comfortable.

"Goodnight, everyone," Skizz says.

"Goodnight." The others respond.

As silence falls on the Musterd Milktots dirt hut, Skizz feels the most relaxed in months. Beef is already drifting off based on his breathing, and soft snores are heard from the other side. As Skizz starts succumbing to sleep, he thinks:

"Yeah. I'm gonna love it here."

[somewhat-daily-journal]

Eyes and Ears: Worlds Collide

⚠️⚠️ mentioned throwing up again⚠️⚠️

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Chapter 2

“DreamXD is a Watcher.”

The words sounded like they held a very deep, terror ridden past.

Tentatively, Phil responded. “What’s a Watcher? Because all I know about DreamXD is that the guy had a singular church, and only one guy off in the desert who already was weird enough, made a huge statue to him.”

If there were any other members active at that time, they weren’t coming to investigate the strange new member. Phil was still sitting in a little mock shop made of crafting tables, surrounded by the Admin and fellow Brit , Xisuma, the tall green.. thing? Named Doc, and the strange, also British, Grian.

“Grian, calm down-“ Xisuma tried to placate the Avian but it wasn’t working, he had a mildly crazed look in his eyes.

“Xisuma stop. I need to know if they had a watcher on their server as well, because if that’s true then- then they’re just so greedy. They already had so many of us in those death games! And- and to hear they’re torturing literal children?! And to think I’m one of them- God I’m gonna be sick- “

Grian rushed over to the half wall of the spawn structure and Phil winced as the man threw up. Doc slowly rubbed circles on his back as he soothed the other. It was clear a lot of the server had familial style relationships with one another, and seeing Grian reminded him so much of Tommy, and his heart ached to see his boy again.

After they got another one of the server’s members —which they call hermits— to get a bit of water for Grian, the conversation resumed a bit.

“Phil I need you to tell me all you know about DreamXD, please.. I need to know who else I need to get rid of.”

“Alright.. sit down and get comfy.. it’s gonna be a while..” Phil said as he himself sat on the ground, he didn’t want to be standing while telling the story for fear of him falling whilst telling the story.

After a long, tear filled recap of everything that Phil knew about DreamXD, the church, the statue Foolish built, the revival book given to schlatt and then to Dream, the death revival of his two sons, and more, Phil just let his body slump against the wall.

Xisuma looked incredibly indignant over how the admin of his server treated his own members. He explained that while to Phil he might be able to see that he’s playing a character, no one else knows that, for them it went from joining to becoming their characters in the blink of an eye.

“Grian.. what do the watchers even do?” Phil asked, looking towards him and seeing, for a split second a man in white robes, two sets of white wings and many purple eyes around him, then it was gone. He jolted a bit and looked away.

“They Watch over servers. They mainly just make sure nothing gets too out of hand but the one for your server.. he’s just- he’s- he has broken every single rule that was taught to the watchers. He wasn’t supposed to give you guys that book. Phil that book.. if that book is still loose on that server, DreamXD may very well just fully incarnate himself in there, making their lives living hell.”

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Ooo cliffhanger

Should I continue this?

[ahollowgrave]

thinking thoughts (maybe porting a D&D character over) (various spoilers below)

My Saturday game is totally over, which is sad and ultimately ok, but I've fallen very deeply in love with the character I was playing. Her name is Viatrix and she is the saddest, most mysteriously damp, most Eeyore-like weirdo I've ever made. Give her some of your blood for arts and crafts, please. She's a lycanthrope blood cleric devoted to The Raven Queen. TRQ gave her order blood magic so that they could control their curse. Her order also uses the blood magic to hunt other monsters, other werewolves, demons, and so on and so forth.

So, she sort of overlaps in two ways with my existing FFXIV characters...

None is already the saddest creature in the whole wild world.

Odette is already heavily linked to death -- Much like The Raven Queen. Though, to be fair, Viatrix is much more focused on the blood part of TRQ's domain.

I'm not sure how 'big' a problem #1 is. And in transferring Viatrix to this world her backstory might change. They've both lost their wives but in very different ways. None is pragmatic, stoic, and a hermit whenever possible. Viatrix is a guilty and damp stray dog who stares at you unblinking while emitting a single note whine. You know?

#2 might be a moot point because there is no direct translation for TRQ into FFXIV. There is Nald'thal, of course, but I'm less worried about what deity she ends up worshipping (genuinely I think I could drop her worship aspect entirely since I have Odette already) and more worried about...

the werewolf thing. I know the 1st had the Shadow Keeper who was quite werewolf-y, no? And the FATE in Lakeland implies there were more than one like it. But I don't think I want her to be from the 1st's history, you know??? I could make her another one of None's adoptive children (Gerry, Odette, and now Viatrix)(although this is very big maybe) which would make her Shroud-base and I'm already bending lore all the time anyway so... Maybe Viatrix was a young woman swallowed by the greenwrath, twisted into a wolfish wildling, spit back out into None's lap at some point for some reason???? Table Top Viatrix wore veils and hoods and many layers. FFXIV she would 100% wear a mask to hide from both people and elementals. Sometimes she still transforms into that wolfish form and sprints around the shroud. I don't know what the trigger would be -- probably a sign her woodsin hasn't been cleansed. Maybe it's just taken root. I think her blood magic would have to be... idk, removed? It's so closely tied to her worship and since I'm already more than willing to drop that I think it's fair to drop the magic part as well. Her interest in blood can just be a mundane thing. (': I'm sure there are groups in lore that mess with blood but I don't know if I'd want her attached to any of them. Hm. Much to tumble.

[kaslynspeaksless]

late-night chats

[orthodoxydaily]

SAINTS&READING: SATURDAY, DECEMBER 28, 2024

december 15_december 28

HIEROMARTYR ELEUTHERIUS, BISHOP OF ILLYRIA, AND HIS MOTHER, MARTYR ANTHIS AND MARTYR CORIVUS THE EPARCH (126)

Saint Eleutherius, the son of an illustrious Roman citizen, was raised in Christian piety by his mother. His virtue was such that at the age of twenty, he had been elevated to bishop of Illyria. In the reign of the emperor Hadrian, Saint Eleutherius was tortured for his bold preaching about Christ, then was beheaded at Rome with his mother Evanthia. The Eparch Caribus, who had tortured Saint Eleutherius, also came to believe in Christ and was executed.

VENERABLE PARDUS, HERMIT OF PALESTINE

(6th c.)

Saint Pardus the Hermit, a Roman, was involved in his youth with the teamster’s craft. Once, when he traveled to Jericho, a boy accidentally fell under the legs of his camels. The camels trampled the boy to death. Shaken by this occurrence, Pardus became a monk and withdrew to Mount Arion.

Thinking of himself as a murderer and deserving of death, Saint Pardus entered the den of a lion. He poked the wild beast and prodded it with a spear so the lion would tear him apart, but the creature would not touch the hermit. Saint Pardus then removed his clothes and lay down on the path the lion would take for water. But even here, the lion merely leaped over the hermit. And the Elder then understood that he had been forgiven by the Lord. Returning to his mountain, Saint Pardus dwelt there in fasting and prayer until the end of his days. He died in the sixth century.

Source: Orthodox Church In America_ OCA

Galatians 5:22-6:2

22 But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, 23 gentleness, self-control. Against such there is no law. 24 And those who are Christ's have crucified the flesh with its passions and desires. 25 If we live in the Spirit, let us also walk in the Spirit. 26 Let us not become conceited, provoking one another, envying one another.

1 Brethren, if a man is overtaken in any trespass, you who are spiritual restore such a one in a spirit of gentleness, considering yourself lest you also be tempted. 2 Bear one another's burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ.

Luke 14:1-11

1 Now it happened, as He went into the house of one of the rulers of the Pharisees to eat bread on the Sabbath, that they watched Him closely. 2 And behold, there was a certain man before Him who had dropsy. 3 And Jesus, answering, spoke to the lawyers and Pharisees, saying, "Is it lawful to heal on the Sabbath?" 4 But they kept silent. And He took him and healed him, and let him go. 5 Then He answered them, saying, "Which of you, having a donkey or an ox that has fallen into a pit, will not immediately pull him out on the Sabbath day?" 6 And they could not answer Him regarding these things. 7 So He told a parable to those who were invited, when He noted how they chose the best places, saying to them: 8 When you are invited by anyone to a wedding feast, do not sit down in the best place, lest one more honorable than you be invited by him; 9 and he who invited you and him come and say to you, 'Give place to this man,' and then you begin with shame to take the lowest place. 10 But when you are invited, go and sit down in the lowest place, so that when he who invited you comes he may say to you, 'Friend, go up higher.' Then you will have glory in the presence of those who sit at the table with you. 11 For whoever exalts himself will be humbled, and he who humbles himself will be exalted.

[ellipsesandawkwardpauses]

because drawing is difficult and i wanna write, i. wrote another. wrote another oneshot for the SSMP.

It's dark down here.

I'm sitting on the bed in the small stone room I've built inside the cave I reside in. The cave, or rather, bunker, is near the base that they love so much. They'd never let me live in their base, I know. They don't trust me enough. I don't want to go in there anyways. It reminds me of Him.

My bunker is no different. No one is allowed down here but me. I've made that very clear.

Frau whines softly beside the bed, asking for permission to jump up. I smile and pat the spot beside me. The collie jumps up excitedly and makes herself comfortable.

I've snuck into the base before, when the rest of them left. I didn't touch anything, of course - they'd kill me on the spot if I did. They might've also given me to this "god" of theirs as an offering. But I did look at all of their rooms. Interesting things, there were. The Tower and Cathedral were impressive too. All well-built.

Heart Hill was my favorite.

A beautiful, tall, heart-shaped cherry blossom tree. A pink bench sits under it, welcoming all who stumble upon it. I loved it the moment I saw it.

That was also the place I first saw Console.

The day that happened not too long ago. I was wandering around when I thought no one was watching. Well, of course there was Console, but I doubted He cared. I was simply walking up Heart Hill to enjoy some peace to myself. But I stopped in my tracks as I saw the scene before me:

Console and Frenzy, lips locked together, passion seeping off of them as I watched.

Pure disgust filled me as I glared at them. Those two? Together? It didn't make sense to me at the time. I had walked away from them after a particularly bold touch from Frenzy, clearly exciting Console. At that point I just couldn't bare to look at them.

Angry tears fill my eyes as I recall the memory. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Why must I be this way? I should be happy for them, they both deserve happiness. Even if Frenzy's version of "worshipping" Console is a bit weirder and different from our ways.

But all I feel is jealousy.

I can't help but think: shouldn't I be the one with Console?

I get up from my bed, shaking my head. No, I mustn't think that way. It's... wrong.

I walk out the door and make my way down the long, twisting hallway. I don't leave this bunker often, only to get food or take Frau on walks. It gets boring here, just the empty stone walls, Frau, and my intrusive thoughts to entertain me.

The center room isn't any more special than my room. Two torches that sit in the corners of the back wall, a crafting table in the corner on the left, and a furnace on the right. There's also a small patch of dirt next to the ladder that leads to the outside world. The patch of dirt leads to a small, different cave I dug for mining.

I decide to take a peek outside. I'm not sure if anyone else is here. I haven't heard anything.

I climb up the ladder, the gold buckles on my boots clinking softly as I do so. I lift the trap door once I reach the top. I stick my head out and look at everything around me, the bright light of the sun catching my bright red hair, making it glow. The star pendant nestled against my chest is pulsing gently. What could that mean? I've never really known what the pendant does. Or what it's purpose is.

I look from left to right, deciding it's safe to go out. As I look back forward, I see a pair of feline paws right in front of me. My heart stops and I go cold.

I follow the paws up the legs, torso, chest, neck... right up to the face of...

"Hey, Ellipses, watcha doin'?"

... Moth.

yippeeee freak c!ellipses!!!! and she's also a hermit!!! yayyyy!!!

also moth i am SO sorry for giving your character a boring voice line i literally couldn't think of what c!moth should've said 😭😭😭

[fullofgutsndopamine]

big brother!hasanthe first time he meets you

fitps!verse (masterlist soon)

tw/ cursing, parents death (mentioned but not elaborated on)

hasan becomes a hermit after it happens.

without a parent, without his moms apron strings to cling onto for dear life.

the town was in an uproar, immediately divided on who’s actually telling the truth, what actually happened, forgetting the person in the middle, alone, a kid to his hip now to raise-

and then there you come.

and there you fucking come.

you become a safe harbor for Amelie, and eventually, down the line, hasan, a harbor for them to finally relax in, to take the gun off their shoulders and hang it by a hook by the door-

he sees you, in passing, before the halloween trick or treating, when dark bags are under his eyes from the sleepless nights, when nightmares find him because holy fuck how is he suppose to do this on his own, his jeans are dirty, in an old work shirt half tucked into his jeans, constantly getting yelled at by his manager for looking disheveled-

“Hey.” you throw your chin at him as you stand up from the podium, glitter is on your cheeks and your hair is a million different directions, three pens stuck in the bun that sits lopsided on top of your head.

they know of you, of course. everyone in this town knows of Hasan, like some mysterious urban legend, told in hushed whispers and small voices-

“Hey uh-“ he clears his throat, suddenly aware of how dirty he looks; his jeans hand me downs and ripped to hell, grease stains from trying to fix his truck spot all over. “Here uh-for my sister?” it’s a question, not a statement.

They hum, eyes linger over the small crowd of children, all working quietly at a table, pipe cleaners

“You’ll have to be more specific,” you tease but it looks like you kicked a dog, as his shoulder slump, so you speak again: “You must be Amelie’s brother, yeah?”

he stands a little straighter, takes his baseball cap off his head, messes with his hair, jams it back over his head. “Y-yeah uh-“ he ducks his head, about to speak, hopes they he isn’t known as the big brother to that kid.

Finally, a smile on your face. “Figured. You have the same hair. and she talks about you constantly.” the smile on your face says that you borderline enjoy hearing these stories, this elusive big brother that threw the stars into the sky for her.

“All good things, i promise.” you smile at him, suddenly wanting nothing more than for him to leave with a smile on his face, take some invisible weight off his shoulders. “She’s great. We all love her.”

he smiles, finally, opens his mouth to say something back, something smart, something-witty. something to slow you say: damn. that guy has his life in order-

instead, it never comes, tongue tied around you. he’s not use to feeling like that, and he isn’t a fan-

“Ames!” you call gently, and she whips arojnd, glue stick in hand, glitter stuck on her own cheek, “Big brother is here!”

and she squeals, art project forgotten, friends long gone as she grabs the paper off the table and runs full speed to him. hasan is a pro at this, you realize, as he falls to his knees, doesn’t care about the carpeted floor covered in mysterious stains, or the kids weaving around him-she runs full force into him, knocks him half back, a gentle “Oof.” as his arms wrap around her tiny waist, hear a gentle, “Missed ya, sunshine’” as they collide, bellies pressed against each other, she enthusiastically shows the picture they did in class-

and you watch. you can’t help it, okay? you don’t like looking like a creep, but he’s so enthusiastic about hearing about this silly project you came up with ten minutes before class started-

he swings her onto his hip, her picture now in his hand (a promise for it to go on the fridge, when they get home) his voice drops around you, shy, turns his baseball cap around and brings it over his eyes: “nice meeting ya-uh, i’m sure i’ll see you around. Ames comes to all the library craft nights.”

“Y-yeah,” Sit up a little straighter. “Nice meeting you uh-“

“Hasan.”

“I was gonna say that.” you insist, pout on your face.

“Sure you were” He laughs, rounding the corner to leave, Amelie talking his ear off. he needs to get out, before he says something stupid, before he makes an ass out of himself-

this is his first encounter with you.

[cast-you-dxwn]

Lore Drop: The Fabricator Choir

Blessed by Priests of Steel,

Forged in the Fires of Zeal,

Immortal armor of the Almightys Will,

None shall oppose us, they fulfill.

The Fabricators are an insular and hermitic Choir, numbering several million. They are responsible for manufacturing in Heaven, everything from fashioning chairs and tables to building construction falls under the purview of the Fabricators and the Great Forges that they oversee.

Naturally, they are also responsible for the manufacturing of the equipment of Heavens military forces, from the simple melee weaponry and light woven armor of the Exorcist Unit to the highly advanced Harbinger powered armor utilized by the 778th Legion. They consider creation to be the greatest act of worship possible, their divine purpose of existence and the closest to Gods splendor that a Created Being can aspire to.

So seriously do they take this charge that after the first Extermination, the Fabricators for a time refused to manufacture weaponry for the Exorcist Unit, as they saw the exorcists abandonment of their equipment in Hell to be tantamount to Heresy. The Council and Saint Michael managed to calm their ire in short order, convincing them to fashion weapons of a lower, more disposable quality for the Units use in their duties. This agreement was painful for the artisan angels, but they saw it as a lesser blow than the further loss of Legion-quality equipment to the Pit.

They are also the most visually odd of the angels that prefer to take humanoid form, seeming almost robotic in nature, with wings of burnished silver, skin of steel, exposed articulated joints of brass, and glowing monochrome eyes that do not have pupils or irises. Their rationale for this is that they are not humans, and thus have no need to appear human, but humanoid forms are efficient for crafting and less disturbing in the event that they have to interact with the Saved populace, such as when they fit new members of the 778th for their armor.

They are not particularly physically powerful, but do possess powers useful for their purposes, not needing tools to cut and weld and manipulate great weights. These powers can be leveraged for combat, and no one would call a Fabricator a coward, but they are not warriors and do not pretend to be. Most of them do however have a great understanding of weaponry, its use, and its mechanics, as such an understanding is vital for their tasks.

Technically the Fabricators fall under the sway of Archangels Jophiel and Uriel, the angel of Art and Craftsmanship, and the angel of Knowledge respectively, but in practice they are largely autonomous, taking orders from the Council or any of the Archangels who have use of their skills when needed.

[mistydeyes]

Hey, I love your writing! Would it be possible to get a MWII pair up? :)

I’m 5‘2, fairly skinny and with blond hair at chin length and brown eyes. I may be short but my personality is definitely not, I’m pretty outgoing and a people person but also need time to recharge alone. I love reading and journaling and right now my hyperfixation is everything occult like Tarot or astrology. I’m a Pisces who loves to cook and be creative and I renovate my place all the time with little DIY projects. People tell me I’m pretty funny with my rather dry humour but I’m also a good listener. Not really interested in small talk I wanna know what makes people tick.

Really curious what you’re thoughts are gonna be! Keep up the great writing ❤️

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish

a/n ahh thank you so much for requesting and your sweet comments! hope you enjoy :)

How you met: Civilian An objective from Laswell had led Soap and Ghost into the busy Saturday morning streets. What initially started as a simple "snatch and grab mission" had gone completely south. Now, both men were hurriedly navigating through an art and flea market to capture their target. "You got eyes on them, Lt?" Soap spoke through hurried breaths as he pushed civilians out of the way and tried to keep up. "He's going South," Ghost responded and Soap changed his trajectory. Unfortunately, the new change of direction led them to a denser area filled with small booth and artisans selling their craft items. Soap eventually caught up to the man and dived into him, crashing them both into a table. You put your hand to your mouth in shock as you. saw your merchandise spew across the floor. What made it worse was that this was your first time ever running a booth like this and months of work were gone. "Oh my god," is all you managed to say as the two men got up. Soap handcuffed the swearing assailant as Ghost finally caught up. "Sorry," the Scotsman whispered as he picked up a few items. You were still in shock and could feel a few tears begin to prick as you looked around at the destroyed area. Before Soap could apologize again, Ghost decided to put him to work. "I'll get him to Laswell, you help them clean and pay whatever we broke."

A peek into your relationship: "What are you doin?" your boyfriend, Johnny, asked as you leaned over your living room table and a stack of new tarot cards. This was your latest fixation and it hadn't taken you long to get a hang of it. "Just reading my future," you said as you examined the way the cards were facing and their meaning. He immediately sat down across from you with an excited smile on his face. "Read mine!" he exclaimed and you lightly laughed before shuffling the deck for him. "Alright so this is a 4 card spread for love and relationships," you said, watching him take a card and place them down. You started with the first card and noticed it was the hermit. "What does that mean?" he questioned and you flipped through the book before reading. "Your person is one who resembles 'The Hermit'' you began and he intently listened, "they are uniquely in touch with creative outlets and expression. They are gifted with such clarity as to not depend on others to achieve their vision and are able to express themselves in various ways." As you finished, you could hear him burst out in laughter. You joined in with the contagious chuckles until you asked what was going on. "I think these cards are just you trying to say you're the one for me," he flirted and you couldn't help but laugh harder in response. "Yeah try again, Mactavish, I'm pretty sure I hated you for a long time after we met."