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wheneverfeasible · 9 months ago

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Steve’s used to not being loved.

He’d known his parents didn’t love him since he was a young child. He’d known that the girls he casually took on dates and occasionally fucked didn’t love him. He’d known Tommy and Carol didn’t love him like friends were supposed to. They all loved his reputation, sure, but not him. It was easy though because he didn’t love them either.

He’d loved his parents once, a long time ago. Back before they were practically strangers, but that love had been the obligation of biology. He’d thought he loved Tommy and Carol, but it had all been too surface level and focused on popularity.

He had loved Nancy though. He finally found someone he could start to be his true self with and he loved her and he thought she loved him, only…only she didn’t.

He couldn’t blame her. After a while, when the same thing keeps happening, you kind of have to look for the common factor in all those loveless relationships and see what the real issue was. Simply put…

Steve was just unloveable.

Maybe it was his past. Not that he’d actually been a bully or anything, he’d actually shut down a lot of bullying even among his then-friends and teammates, but he had been kind of self-absorbed. Or maybe it was just the fact that he wasn’t as smart as the people he found himself surrounded by. Maybe it was just the fact that he wasn’t anything special, not at the end of the day.

Except he could take a punch.

And slowly, he found people that did love him. The other kids might tolerate him, might like him, but Dustin genuinely loved him, he knew that. Dustin was his original ride-or-die. Dustin might be a little shithead that constantly treated Steve like he was stupid, but he was like his brother. And Dustin also make him feel amazing and wanted and loved.

And then there was Robin. Most amazing of all really was that Robin loved him. His Platonic soulmate. His other ride-or-die. She saw him at his lowest and saw him at his highest, was there for him when he had stuff he didn’t want to drop on a teen boy who should be worrying about pimples and bad hair days, not interdimensional monsters and evil wizards. Robin made him feel loved too, even if she also sometimes teased him a little too sharply.

There was also Max of course. He’d been surprised at receiving a letter from her too, back when Vecna had been after her. He’d read it, back when she’d been in her coma. She hadn’t said she loved him, but it was there in other ways. The big brother she should have had all along.

So yeah, okay, Steve was loved. But it was platonic. It was friends, his new kind of family even, but it wasn’t the love he’d always wanted and never had. He just accepted the fact that people didn’t love him that way.

Which was why, when he realized he was in love with Eddie, he just sighed and accepted it and never changed anything in the way he interacted with the other man. He didn’t bother telling Eddie because he knew there was no point. Besides, Robin called him out on it, said he was being so obvious about his feelings, but Eddie never said anything too.

So okay. Steve was in love with Eddie, but Eddie wasn’t in love with Steve. Eddie also didn’t treat Steve any differently despite knowing that Steve loved him. After all, if Steve was so obvious about it, then Eddie had to know too already, right?

So Steve watched Eddie come out to them, had nodded along when Eddie nervously explained what bisexuality was, having already had his own crisis before though he realized he’d never officially come out either. But then if his feelings for Eddie were so obvious, he figured he didn’t have to, so he didn’t say anything and let Eddie have his moment.

And it didn’t matter that Eddie liked guys. He still couldn’t love Steve, so Steve just accepted it and let it be. He didn’t flinch when Eddie mentioned meeting a guy in the city, was even downright friendly when Eddie eventually brought the guy around to meet everyone.

It hurt, of course, but Steve’s feelings were his own problem; he wasn’t going to let the fact that he was in love with one of his best friends make things awkward. Eddie was nice enough that he never told Steve to knock it off when Steve got a little too touchy with him, though Steve backed off in his own when Eddie seemed a little panicked about it sometimes.

Steve was even there for Eddie when Eddie came over crying because he and guy broke up. He wouldn’t tell Steve why they broke up, not entirely, but eventually Steve learned it was because Eddie had feelings for someone else this entire time.

Steve wondered who it was, but in any case he just hoped Eddie got to be happy with them eventually. He later told Eddie one day when Eddie was over that he was a great guy, obviously, and anyone Eddie liked would be a lucky person. He hoped he didn’t sound judgmental about it, didn’t want Eddie to think he was being petty or whatever, but Eddie just looked sad again and left soon after.

Steve knew he had a problem about being too much sometimes. It had pushed Nancy away, and every girl he’d tried to date afterwards never really liked him enough either. It was still just his reputation and his hair that got him dates, not who he was himself. That was fine. Temporary companionship was better than nothing he supposed.

And life continued, and Steve kept loving Eddie, and he was content that Eddie let him love him, even if there was no hope of it being reciprocated.

And then Steve went on a date with a guy.

It was…okay. The guy was a lot handsier than Steve would like, and kind of boring when compared to Eddie, but Steve just shrugged and figured that at least it’s be someone else’s hand this time. And it was okay. No great spark or anything. More of a glorified one night stand than anything, but it was fine.

He knew he needed to get out dating again. Girls and guys. His love for Eddie wasn’t abating at all, so he couldn’t bring himself to actually date anyone, but he could do hookups.

Which was how Eddie found him one day, mouth around some guy at a bar in Indy because they had forgotten to lock the bathroom door. Oops. It was a little annoying though that Eddie looked as upset as he did. He appreciated the fact that Eddie didn’t call him out for his unwanted feelings, but it wasn’t fair that he thought Steve shouldn’t be able to move on.

They got into a fight.

They never exactly said what they were fighting about with words, but Eddie yelled at him for having unsafe sex, while Steve yelled at him for being a hypocrite, and then Eddie yelled at him for leading the guy on, and Steve said that that was a bit rich coming from him.

And Eddie was yelling and yelling and yelling about who knows what, telling Steve he shouldn’t be having random hookups in bathrooms when he wasn’t even gay, and Steve yelled that bisexual men can have bathroom hookups too, and that seemed to surprise Eddie for some reason.

In any case, it caused him to shut up for long enough for Steve to angrily tell him that just because Steve loved him, it didn’t give him the right to tell Steve what he could or could not do, especially when he knew Eddie didn’t love him back.

And then…

“You…you love me?” Eddie choked out, his eyes wide as he stared across the dark alley outside the bar, where he’d dragged Steve after catching him on his knees.

Steve rolled his eyes, jutting out one hip to place a hand on while the other hand ran aggressively through his hair. It was started to rain while they were in the bar, a light drizzle that was slowly weighing down their hair, not that either of them paid it any mind.

“Jesus, Munson, are you really going to make me listen to the whole spiel again?” He rolled his eyes, throwing his hands up in frustration. “This is bullshit, I’m bullshit, my love is bullshit, yadda yadda yadda. Or are we going the other way? The sad puppy eyes and the fact that you like someone else and it could never be me? I already know all this, Munson.”

Eddie continued gaping at Steve like a fish. It was starting to make him vaguely uncomfortable. Eddie shook his head, long strands of hair whipping wetly around him. “H-how long have you loved me?” Eddie whispered.

Steve’s frown deepened. “I don’t know, man. You probably clocked it before I even did. I just barely realized like a year and half ago.”

Eddie’s eyes bugged further. “You’ve love me for a year and a half?” he asked incredulously, making Steve’s frown turn from annoyance to confusion.

“You already knew this, Eddie.”

“I most certainly did not!”

And…oh. Oof. Okay. Steve grimaced and held his hands up suddenly in a surrender sort of way. “Yikes. Okay, well, this doesn’t have to change anythi—”

“This changes everything!” Eddie exclaimed in what others might cause a shriek.

Steve winced, taking a step back and hitching his shoulders up to his ears. “Eddie…Eddie, please, c’mon,” he tried to reason, feeling dread settling in the pit of his stomach. He was suddenly remembering all the times he’d invaded Eddie’s space, how many times he’d flirted back with Eddie’s fake flirting, thinking it was okay because the other man knew how he felt.

Fuck. Fuck, he’d fucked up again.

“Eddie, I know you don’t love me, okay,” he rushed to say. “I know you can never love me. I get it, okay? I’m not trying to force you to feel any way or anything. Just like with Robin and Nancy, the fact that I like you doesn’t have to change anything.”

“Not…Steve,” Eddie said, reaching up to grip and pull at his own hair as an incredulous laugh escaped him. “Steve, I fucking love you.”

Steve tried not to let that hurt. He knew Eddie probably didn’t get how much him saying that pained Steve since it wasn’t the kind of love he was talking about, so he wasn’t going to get upset at him over that.

“I know,” he sighed, slowly letting himself relax his body posture. “I know you love me in a friend way. And that’s enough for me, really! I love you like a friend too, so the fact that I also—”

“No Steve,” Eddie cut in again, and while he seemed exasperated, a wide smile was also starting to curl over his lips. “Robin was right and you really are a dingus. I mean, yes, I love you as a friend, but I’m also in love with you. Romantic styles.”

“I…” Steve blinked. He tried to understand Eddie’s words but they didn’t make sense. “What?”

Eddie snorted out a laugh, and the smile curled on his lips stretched out into a grin. He took a step closer. “I’m in love with you, Steve Harrington. I have been since…hell, probably since you went all Ozzy on me. But definitely since I woke up in the hospital to you holding my hand.”

Steve’s stomach swooped. “I don’t understand,” he said, and even to his own ears there was a small whine there. “You don’t…people don’t love me,” he pointed out. “They can’t. There’s something about me that just makes it impossible.”

Eddie scoffed, reaching out once he was closer enough to curl his fingers in the sleeves at Steve’s biceps. They were both now well and truly wet from the rain, but neither of them paid any attention to it at all.

“Now that’s bullshit, Harrington. You’re so fucking easy to love. As a friend and as something…more. I love you, Steve.”

Steve wanted to deny it again, wanted to say that that was impossible, because…because he’d never heard those words. Sure, Dustin and Robin told him they loved him, but romantically? Even Nancy had never told him that in those words. Not even in a lie. He couldn’t fully comprehend that he was hearing them now.

“Fuck, Steve,” Eddie breathed, his hands moving to cup Steve’s jaw. “I’m going to spend the rest of my life telling you that. You’re stuck with me now, big boy.”

And then Eddie kissed him.

Eddie was true to his words. He told Steve he loved him every single day, told him with his words and his actions and when it was legal, he told him again in front of all their friends and found family when he made a vow as a his husband.

And Steve? Well, it took a while for him for actually believe it, but nowadays? When Eddie kisses him good morning every day in bed, whispering his devotion, and every night doing the same, telling Steve he’ll see him in his dreams? Well…

Steve’s used to being loved. And he spends every day loving in return.

Hi hello I have no idea what this is but I just started typing and then I didn’t stop until this was completed lol

Hostage hotties: @derythcorvinus @katyawriteswhump

#steve harrington angst #angst and fluff #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things #also there’s a hidden reference in the story lmao #kudos if you catch it #plot thots

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bjornsmuse · 2 months ago

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ℭ𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔩𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔱 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱

{part 2 of of 2}

Summary: it’s just turned dark outside, the cicadas are chirping, the weather is getting warmer and your about to go to sleep after a long and exhausting day of dealing with cramps caused by your period- your about to lay down in bed until your interrupted by a knock on the door

Warnings (for last part): smut, 18+, vampirism, bloodplay if you squint, stalking, southern gothic, biting, oral sex (r!receiving), p in v, slight worship kink, dirty talking, slight Dacryphilia, soft! Remmick(not really more like very manipulative), period sex, touch starved reader

A/n: I wrote this at 3am so it might not make sense and I apologise for that, this ended kind of weirdly too but oh welll, smut is smut

The space between the two of you was just a flimsy door now, and his words hung in the thick, suffocating heat of your bedroom. His words were replaying in your mind, They were obscene. Wrong. Terrifying…And yet—every syllable had dripped like honey into the aching pit in your stomach, curling low, settling beside the pain of your cramps like something more dangerous. Something shameful.

You swallowed hard. Your legs pressed together involuntarily, the pulse between them stubborn and hot. You hated yourself for it, but something about him—about the danger, the way he looked at you—had crawled under your skin and refused to leave. You tried not to move, Tried not to breathe. Maybe if you stayed still enough, the night would swallow him. Maybe this was a nightmare and you’d wake in sweat-soaked sheets, cursing the heat and the heavy throb in your belly, cursing your stupid body for making you weak enough to even feel tempted by this. “You shouldn’t be in here,” you said hoarsely, trying to make your voice strong. It wasn’t, Another pause.

Then his voice came again—closer, deeper now, like he was leaning right up against the door, his mouth barely inches from the crack “Mm. But you let me in. That counts for somethin’.” A soft chuckle. “You gonna pretend you didn’t like the way I looked at you?, I can smell it on you, sugar,” he murmured, slower now, sweeter. “That ache in your belly… the kind that don’t have nothin’ to do with your bleed. You’re drippin’ like honey behind that little nightgown, ain’t you? Tryin’ so hard to be good.”

You let out a shaky breath, thighs pressing so tight now it hurt “You’re filthy,” you whispered with slight disgust for him in general and the fact this is somehow turning you on.

“Mmhm,” he agreed, no shame, no hesitation. “And you like it. Hell, you’re squeezin’ your legs right now just hearin’ me talk, ain’t you? Poor thing. Didn’t even touch you and I already got you throbbin’. That blood of yours’s got a scent I can’t ignore, sweet girl.”He sighs as if he’s disappointed.“How do you know what I’m doing, you don’t know anything about me?!, I don’t even know your name.”You snap back quickly. “It’s remmick darlin’, that’s not what you should be worrying your pretty head about- now that other question?, Cause’ I can smell how warm you are through the wood,” he murmured, like a man talking to a lover, not a stranger he’d cornered in her own damn house. “All that pain sittin’ heavy in your hips—ain’t right for a girl to suffer alone like that, and you’ve been feelin’ like that for a week now, can’t expect me to just sit round’ and do nothing can you?” He questions- it takes you by surprise by how he sounds more like someone with concern than someone trying to manipulate you into opening the door, even then you find yourself reaching for the doorknob, Your fingers moved before your mind could catch up — trembling, slow, but deliberate. The soft click of the lock felt louder than a scream.

You didn’t open the door wide. Just an inch. Then another. Enough for the thick heat of the hallway to crawl inside your room, enough for his silhouette to bleed through the gap like spilled ink. Remmick stood there, barely illuminated by the dim hallway light. His shirt was rumpled, collar open, suspenders hanging loose. His hair curled at the edges with sweat, though not a drop touched his brow. He looked… calm, patient, Like he knew you’d open the door. “Well now,” he said softly, stepping in without asking — without needing to ask now— and shutting the door behind him with that same careful click. “Atta’ girl”.

You didn’t move, not at first. Couldn’t. Your body was trembling in ways you weren’t sure were fear or something darker. Your eyes locked onto his as he moved closer — each step slow and measured, like a predator that didn’t need to rush, because he didn’t need to rush- he knew you weren’t going anywhere. “No need to be scared dove, told you I’d be gentle, and I will..for the most of it.” His hand reached up, fingers brushing a strand of hair from your cheek with a tenderness that felt out of place. “Still scared?” You nodded, barely. “That’s alright,” he whispered, his palm now resting against your jaw, warm and rough. “I like scared. Makes it sweeter.”

And before you can even think about reconsider your decision, your laid back on your bed, his mouth is on your neck, not biting- not yet, just planting hot, open mouthed kisses along your pulse point and just above your collarbone. You didn’t notice his hand trailing between your thighs, not with the way his mouth was making you feel—like your bones were melting under each pass of his tongue, each low hum of approval that vibrated against your skin. You tilted your head for him, offering your throat like it was natural, like you belonged to this moment. You let out a soft moan when his fingers slipped between your legs, to your core which is already soaked and sensitive. He groaned softly against your neck like he felt your heartbeat there.

You gasped softly as his fingers stroked you—slow at first, careful, almost like he was testing your limits. But his mouth never stopped its path across your skin, pressing kisses down your neck to your collarbone, leaving a heat in their wake that made your thighs fall wider for him, welcoming. You didn’t mean to whisper his name. It just slipped out—breathy, helpless. “Remmick…”

And he froze. Only for a second, but you felt it—the shift, like something just beneath his skin twitched in response. His hand stilled, lips hovering over the hollow of your throat. Then his voice, dark and low, as he lifted his head and looked down at you. “Say it again.” There was something behind his eyes now—something feral, like your voice had sunk its teeth into him. You blinked, dazed “Remmick…”You mutter. His hand moved again, this time with more intent. More need. A groan rumbled from his chest like it had been caged too long.

“That’s it,” he whispered. “You keep sayin’ my name like that, and I might just lose my manners altogether.” His hips push against yours, and you feel how unnaturally hard he is, Your legs wrapped around his waist without thinking, your body arching into him, desperate for more friction, more pressure, more anything…And he gave it to you. His hand dipped lower, fingers slipping inside with ease, thick and warm and curling just right. You cried out into his mouth, nails digging into his shoulders through the thin fabric of his shirt.

His thumb circled your clit in slow, perfect strokes while his fingers moved inside you with the kind of rhythm that made stars dance behind your eyes. Your body was a live wire, strung tight. You felt possessed. Weightless. Completely undone beneath him, And the way he looked at you—eyes half-lidded, lips parted, sweat slicking his temple—was almost reverent. Like you were some holy thing, and he was the last man alive allowed to worship you, made you twenty times more sensitive. Remmick can tell your close to coming undone so he pulls his fingers out with a wet pop, gaining a needy whine from you- that whine quickly becomes a moan when you feel his mouth on you instead of his fingers.

Remmick let’s out a moan- a actual moan when he first taste’s you, he moans like you’re the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted “fuckin’ hell dove, reckon your the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.” He says against your clit, gently sucking, your hips buck at that touch but he doesn’t give up at all- he doubles his effort. His tongue is now buried inside you, working you over and earning moans and whimpers while his nose gently nudges your clit, your fingers are tugging at his hair, egging him on more until you eventually cum on his tongue but he doesn’t pull away- at least not until crying a little bit from how over sensitive he’s making you.

“Taste so sweet..blood and arousal, can’t get enough, got me bein’ greedy..” remmick mummers against your inner thigh, giving it a little bite before licking his lips as if savouring your taste. Remmick moves back up your body, kissing up your neck until he’s kissing your cheek “mhm, so sweet when you cry dove..I ain’t even gotten a taste of what it feels like to be inside you, and I’m already losin’ my goddamn mind.” He shifted above you, and only then did you feel it properly—hard against your thigh, straining through those low-slung trousers like it had been hurting him for minutes now. And it made your breath catch in your throat. “You want it, don’t you?” he asked with a crooked grin, dragging his hips just slightly against yours so you could feel him fully—hard, pulsing, hot through the fabric.

Your body tensed, caught between raw exhaustion and a second wave of wanting. A deeper one. Hungrier. And God, he was right—your body was still humming, still hot, still aching for more even though you should’ve been satisfied. He pulled back just far enough to look down at you properly, eyes raking over every inch of your flushed, sweat-slicked skin. His voice was soft again, too soft, like a secret between sinners. “You got another one in you, sweet girl?”He reached down, undoing his belt with one hand, slow and deliberate, the click of the buckle sharp in the stillness of the room. His other hand never left you.

“You give me one more,” he whispered, pressing his face to your neck. “Let me make you feel all the way full, like you’re s’posed to.” His trousers slid down, and he groaned low when his cock sprang free, thick and flushed and aching. He gripped himself, sliding the head through your folds, coating himself in you. “Just one more,” he begged, voice cracking just a little with how much he needed it. “I’ll be so fuckin’ sweet for you.”

He was bigger than you expected—thick and hot against your slick skin. He rutted against you once, just to feel the drag of your body along his length, and let out a groan that sounded like it was pulled from deep in his chest “Sweet Jesus,” he muttered, dragging his mouth along your jaw. “Ain’t never felt nothin’ like you.”

Your back arched, body aching to pull him in, to feel that stretch, that fullness he promised. But he didn’t give it to you yet—he held back, teasing, like he wanted to watch you beg. Like he needed to see you come apart again before he finally gave in to what was driving him wild. “Can you beg for me darlin’? Just a lil’ bit..”he basically pleads- and you do beg, and it snaps whatever gentleness he had left inside him because as soon as he hears your voice begging him in such a soft tone- he starts pounding into you. “Feel like heaven, so warm..”he groans against your neck, cock aching inside of you.

You don’t have anytime to adjust to his size, you clench around him as soon as he starts moving- you basically go dumb, all you know while he’s inside you is the feeling of his cock nudging against that perfect spot, the feeling of absolute bliss and you honestly wouldn’t have it any other way.

#this is just smut istg .#remmick x reader #remmick x you #remmick sinners #sinners 2025 #remmick #jack o'connell #LMAO NO PLOT IN THIS AT ALLL

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vngful · 3 months ago

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im sorry this made me laugh so f*cking hard i had to share it here too

#spoilers for dmc netflix anime #i jst watched Smvr speedrun Bloody Palace in cold sweat and u want me to be nice to Demons #i hope everyone starts making running jokes about being nice to demons while doing combos on them then #The show was great in terms of (kinda keeping them in character) but the alternate timeline was still kinda funky #enzo was funny as hell though i cant deny that #also the us military being able to overtake hell is stupid i forgot to include this #but its a good thing the plot isnt anywhere near connected to the the actual lore LMFAO #but I really think this show would be a shitty way to start dmc #devil may cry #id give it a 6/10 #dmc #devil may cry 5 #dmc 5 #dante sparda #vergil sparda #incorrect dmc quotes #dmc memes #vergil dmc #dante dmc #devil may cry anime #devil may cry netflix #the anime’s a fucking joke #a good comparison to this would be like warhammer #why the fuck would you sympathize with heretics the whole fucking game is about killing heretics u fucking moron #sorry (that’s harsh) LMFAO #im only going to forgive adi shanker (im never forgiving adi shanker LMAO) is if he at least makes up some good ass backstory for #vergil and nero’s mom (how they meet and stuff) hopefully they explore that :3

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shepscapades · 1 year ago

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Thanks to artfight, I’ve finally finished a detailed, official dbhc cub reference! :D

(I’ve put his Artifight description below the cut, which has a more detailed explanation of his timeline, lore, and aesthetics! >:3)

-ˋˏ ༻ ❁ OVERVIEW ❁ ༺ ˎˊ-

Name: C.B.F.N.4000 (Cub) Pronouns: He/Him Species: Android Height: 5’9’’ Associated Visual Themes: vex, ghosts, explosions, mischief, scientist aesthetic, potions, potionmaking, sleepy/tired aesthetic, conspiracies

-ˋˏ ༻ ❁ ABOUT ❁ ༺ ˎˊ-

CBFN4000 is an au version of MCYT Hermitcraft’s Cubfan, set in my DBHC (or Detroit Become Hermitcraft) AU! This au is inspired by the 2018 game Detroit Become Human, but not because it really has anything to do with DBH—I simply yoinked the android mechanics and incorporated them into the world of Hermitcraft. It began as a S8 au, and has roughly followed the hermitcraft timeline up to the present!

Cub was the last android made during Season 8. While many of the hermit androids were made at the beginning of season 8 and a few were made for season 9, Cub was finished and activated mid-late Season 8, around the time when Hermits started noticing the Big Moon. Cub’s model ended up being a sloppy experiment in deviation, as Doc suggested they try to transfer deviancy to an android upon activation to try and avoid traumatic situations that might cause an android to deviate violently or upsettingly, such as Etho’s, Tango’s, or Mumbo’s experiences. While this went relatively well initially, it clearly wasn’t very thoroughly thought out, as Xisuma (who is normally so adamant and detail-oriented when it comes to assuring the androids’ safety with experiments like this) wasn’t truly himself due to external manipulation and mostly left a relatively young-deviant Doc to carry out the project himself.

Cub, though adjusting to sentience rather well at first, very quickly became wrapped up in the Big Moon happenings on the server, new personality and inexperience to emotions like fear and ignorance completely overwhelming his young system. He became obsessive over the implications and consequences of the Season 8 Moon Apocalypse, joining the Mooners and spreading his conspiracy theories religiously throughout the server as he descended into madness. The insanity was like a virus to his programming, pervasive and all-engulfing, and Cub’s final attempt to free himself from the Moon’s impact with the Earth—to launch himself on a llama into space via potion-powered TNT(insane btw)— left his hands and feet singed and cracked to ruin.

The experiment, considered a horrific failure by a deeply shameful—and more awake—S9 Xisuma, left Doc and Xisuma with the decision to reset him for the new season, and they ended up pairing him with a hermit like they had done with the other androids, to give him a chance to find deviancy on his own terms. So, at the start of season 9 and fresh after a reset, Cub was paired with Scar. Naturally, because Scar is… Scar, Cub deviated almost instantly after being given to him, and very quickly adopted the iconic lazy, stoic, amused attributes normally associated with Cubfan. Scar’s tendency towards mischief and general shenanigans grew instantly on Cub, and the two were an immediate inseparable pair. So much so that when Scar began rambling one day about his Season 5 Hermitcraft Shenanigans (where deals with the Vex may or may not have been involved), Cub immediately stated he was interested in being in on it. Whatever “it” means. It’s unclear if Cub also made a deal with the vex or became connected to them in some other way, but… well, he got Doc’s help to trick out his eyes, hair, and back to best fit the part. Scar is very jealous that he can't magically make himself have the same features to match.

Cub is closest with Scar (there's something there, I think), but he gets along just as well with any of the other hermits! He’s close with Jevin and many of the other redstoners like Etho and Doc, who are the other two androids I’ve put on artfight!

-ˋˏ ༻ ❁ EXTRAS ❁ ༺ ˎˊ-

Cub's eyes can light up in the dark, and he’s the only android who has edited his programming so that the default state of his LED is white, not blue. It still will go yellow and red if his processors are working particularly hard, but he’s replaced the blue setting on his LED with white to better match the Vex vibe. Cub has all of the vibes of a fae. If that’s anything <3

#dbhc #dbhc art #dbhc ref #dbhc cub #cubfan #hermitcraft #cubfan135 #hermitcraft au #art escapades #writing everything out in a really succinct/condense way is actually really helpful #I might add Etho and Doc’s artfight descriptions to their own reference pages actually #just because it’s really helpful to have all of the lore in one place LOL #I always wrap up these ideas in my head and save them for when I can make art to reveal the plot dramatically yknow #but for characters that aren’t really my priority right now it’s kind of nice to just get the info down #especially for the people who ask about specific characters a lot #SO ANYWAY #I ramble #if anyone has any opinions on this method of relaying dbhc lore feel free to lmk!#there will obviously be things that I keep hidden :3 #Bc sometimes art reveals are the best >:3 #but for stuff I might not get to in a while…. yeah #I don’t mind it #ALSO #HILARIOUS TO ME THAT freshly awoken cub reminds me a lot of IRL cub LMAO

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