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Just wanted to clear this thing up

Friendly reminder that if I haven’t answered your ask the same day, it means either: 

I want to treasure that ask forever

I dont feel up to social interaction

I didnt have time, and ended up forgetting about it

What it does NOT mean:

I dont like getting asks

You’re bothering me by sending asks

SAME APPLIES FOR UNANSWERED TAG GAMES!

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Hermitshipcanon #213

Stress is always giving Etho little blocks, flowers, and decorations to use in his base. In exchange, he makes a pink room just for her.

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my favorite hermitcraft fanfiction thing is when two or more hermits are in a romantic relationship and still call each other “dude”

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keksuma

lipstick………………….

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I AM STARVED FOR GRISUMA PLEASE

Xisuma: Your smile? Stunning.

Grian: Your laugh? I live for it.

EX: A room? Get one.

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I am A L I V E

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Xisuma x Wels or possibly Xisuma x Tango

Xisuma: You can’t tell me what to do! I’m the admin, I don’t take orders from any-

(Phone rings)

Xisuma: One second! Wels! Honey! Of course I’ll bring you some honey blocks, do you want gold too? To go with the color palette?

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Do you have any welsuma quotes pwease??

Xisuma: For my second date with my husband we went to a party and ended up at a McDonald’s at 3 AM. Wels reached across the table, grabbed my hand, looked me lovingly in the eyes, and said “I hate this. I expected to go to bed at 9 PM. Do not expect me to do this again.”

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Grian x Xisuma??? 💜

Grian: Stop looking at other boys :( pls close your eyes around a cute boy :(

Xisuma: But then I wouldn’t be able to open my eyes around you?

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Keralis what the fuck

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May I ask for some Grisuma in these trying times?

Xisuma: Hey, are you into bad boys?

Grian: Not particularly.

Xisuma, softly: Oh thank God.

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Xisuma likes to call Wels nicknames like Welsie bear, sweetheart, "my knight in shining armor", Welsie dearest, etc. Wels likes to call Xisuma nicknames like dear/dearest, sweetheart, honeybee, babe/baby, etc. They just absolutely love using affectionate nicknames for each other. They'll also tell each other "I love you" quite often and sometimes one of them responds with "I love you more" then the other responds with "I love you most" and they do it often before falling asleep. -🏵

Does Wels have to make new nicknames for X after he switches from Beesuma to Stridesuma?

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Fffffff

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Little kiss till you fall asleep 😴

I really want to draw more Mumsuma but I don’t have any ideas 🥺

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End Busting Alone

okay so another fic (grisuma)! enjoy (o^^o)

Grian stared into the void, his wings curling tighter around him to block out the cold emptiness of the End. How someone as warm and kind as Xisuma could come from a desolate place like this, he had no idea.

Everyone else was busy, unfortunately, so he was here all on his own. He didn’t want to bother the rest of the hermits. The compressing feeling of the void didn’t make the situation feel any nicer.

He ventured further nonetheless, determined to get more shulker shells. He wasn’t spending his hard-earned diamonds in the shulker shop again, he’d already blown most of them on rockets. He pearled into a portal and flew west.

Only a short time passed before his first city. Soon enough he’d managed to get nearly a stack (which was definitely a a good start). Grian wasn’t leaving yet, though; he could easily get more than that. The cities were becoming further and further apart, but he was even getting diamonds from the chests now. He’d even found a few elytra.

Most of the shulkers were gone from the city he was in, so he headed towards the ship. He flew higher than he needed— his rockets ran out, and he made a mental note to restock his inventory when he arrived inside. He glided the rest of the way down, landing right on the edge.

Not even a second had passed— Grian hadn’t even gotten a chance to take a step forwards safer ground —when a small explosion hit his chest. A shulker trilled in front of him as he was blown backwards with an instinctive scream, floating further up and much further away. Up and down mixed together as the world spun alongside him. The ship grew further and further away, and all Grian could do was watch.

End-busting was a buddy system kind of job, he knew that. Even thinking about it as he drifted further into the pitch-black sky, he knew it was a silly idea to come alone. Too late now.

The levitaion wore off, and he tried to spread his wings.

But he couldn’t. He was completely discombobulated, everything looked the same. All he could do was stare as he tried to figure out directions, scared and petrified, as he plummeted downwards. The void seemed to reach out for him, grabbing his legs and wrapping tendrils around his brain, its liveliness unnerving.

And he could do nothing but watch as he neared the darkness, his body limp and not in his control. It was strange, almost calming— Grian wasn’t one to freeze up in danger, that was more of a Mumbo thing, but he couldn’t even scream as he fell.

A shout sounded from somewhere nearby, but Grian didn’t quite register it. His wing twitched slightly as he slowly began to regain and simultaneously loose consciousness. The fear and confusion that had frozen him melted, but the drowning exhaustion and fatigue of the void took over. Grian’s pale blue eyes slowly closed as his fingers turned black, the final effects taking place.

And then suddenly he wasn’t falling. I’m dead, he thought at first, but upon closer inspection, he wasn’t. Not yet. Someone, by some miracle, had seen him falling and caught him.

A few moments passed, filled with wind whipping his face and the sound of rockets, and he felt solid endstone beneath him.

Grian’s eyes slowly slid open as he regained the strength the void had stolen from him. His savior tipped his head up, pouring a rather sweet but still sour potion down his throat. It tasted like regeneration.

He got a blurry look at the person who saved him. Xisuma?

“What... what’re you doing here?” Grian mumbled, his voice weak and words slurring. He somehow sounded better than he felt. “Where’s your helmet?”

“Shh, don’t speak yet.” Xisuma replied, gently brushing Grian’s hair from his eyes. “Let the potion do it’s work.” He shifted Grian in his arms, pulling him a little closer to his chest. Questions swirled in Grian’s head. He couldn’t exactly fight Xisuma on it, so for the time being he let the potion encompass him entirely and stayed silent. His breathing steadied.

Maybe two minutes passed. Grian felt alright again, opening his eyes to look at Xisuma’s... uncovered face. He knew what he looked like, he’d seen him

without it before, but he looked different. He looked less tired, for a start, and he seemed to be a little less pale.

“How’d...” Grian trailed off, furrowing his eyebrows and looking away. Xisuma took a deep breath— could he do that without his helmet? —before he began explaining.

“Well, I was all the way out here for some quiet when I noticed that the endermen were all congregating around a city. When I went over to check it out I saw you, and then I saw you falling and dove down to get you.” He said, acting as though going to the End for some ‘quiet’ was a normal activity that people took part in.

“You came here of all places?” Grian asked dubiously.

“Well, it’s the place I’m most comfortable, if I’m being honest.” Xisuma continued. He didn’t seem to even realize that coming to the End was not only dangerous, but that he wasn’t acting normal.

Then a tiny voice in the back of Grian’s mind said, What if this is normal for him? There’s something strange about him in general.

And there was. He always wore a mask, he had purple eyes, and upon closer inspection, his freckles that smattered his face were the same shade of lavender and deep violet. He was taller than everyone, even Mumbo, his voice had a strange distortion to it, and the very tips of his fingers would turn black when he didn’t sleep.

Grian was pretty sure the rest of the hermits weren’t aware of the last one; He was the one who mainly visited him late at night to make him take a break and rest.

Xisuma chuckled.

“It’s a bit of an open secret, but I’m glad you’re figuring it out.” He said, straightening himself out and running a hand through Grian’s hair as he removed it from his back. “We should probably go back, i bet you’re anxious to be home.”

“Figuring what out, exactly?” Grian asked skeptically.

“That I’m Ender.” Xisuma replied. The last puzzle piece clicked into place in Grian’s head. It made sense! How had he not known that?

Xisuma pulled them both up to their feet, offering Grian the support he most definitely needed. “There’s a portal nearby, we can walk if you’d prefer it.”

Grian nodded. Somehow, despite most Ender things being dangerous and hostile, he couldn’t imagine Xisuma ever hurting him. Sure, he could most definitely imagine Xisuma being dangerous, but not to any of the hermits. He’d heard stories of an evil clone that Xisuma had somehow banished. That was a different situation.

The pair of them walked to the portal, up the dirt scaffolding that led to it, and pearled inside. Once they were back at the main island, they both sped up their pace to the main portal, eager to leave. Xisuma might have been just keeping up with Grian.

“Hold on,” Grain grabbed Xisuma’s arm as he started to pull his helmet up to his face. “I wanted to thank you, for... well, saving me.”

Xisuma smiled, a rare sight since his mouth was covered by the helmet. It was a shame, too— he had a pretty smile. Grain leaned forward, pulling Xisuma down and pressing a quick kiss to his lips. “I’ll see you on the other side.”

Grian smiled at Xisuma, who was partially frozen and blushing lightly, as he stepped backwards through the portal and teleported to his bed. He knew better than to immediately stand up, the vitiligo would immediately knock him down to the floor, so he lay there for just a minute, smiling. He knew Xisuma would probably never mention it again, but it made Grian happy knowing he’d kissed him nonetheless.

Maybe he’d bring Xisuma along next time he went end busting.

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Attention Hermitblr! Let's play a game

A sort of Demise 2, if you will

It'll function similarly to artfight, but with no teams; just like/reblog the post, and you're in.

How the game works:

You draw art for someone! [Their minesona, their mc skin, whatever]. If you want, the art can actually be of their demise/how it happens: however, you MUST BE SURE that the person you're demise-ing is okay with that. I'll make a post after the signup deadline with who is okay with it.

Here's a catch; it takes TWO pieces of art to officially demise someone [everyone would be carrying a totem of undying, after all]. You CANNOT be the artist of both pieces; it needs to be two separate artists. You are allowed to team up with people as much as you want! Just remember what happened to people who teamed up in Hermitcraft's Demise...

If you have received two pieces of art, you are dead and out of the running! Change your profile picture to greyscale.

There's also no limit to the amount of people you do art for! [Just,,,don't go on a rampage]

It starts on June 1st, but people can keep joining until June 3rd. Then, I'll make a post of all the people in and a link to their minesona, and if they're okay with gore in their demise.

That's it! Good luck, everyone!

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