#acacia wood flooring

[acaciadepot]

Wide Range of solid Acacia Hardwood Flooring

Discover a Wide Range of Solid Acacia Hardwood Flooring at Acacia Depot. From its natural beauty to exceptional durability, solid acacia flooring offers a versatile and stunning flooring option. Choose from various finishes, colors, and styles to find the perfect fit for your home. Elevate your space with the timeless appeal of solid acacia hardwood flooring.

[qveen-brallie]

New York Home Bar Single Wall An illustration of a small single-wall transitional wet bar with shaker cabinets, white cabinets, and stainless steel countertops.

[sprwiphonetips]

Minneapolis Deck Ideas for a sizable, classic side yard water fountain remodel

[eluascinnamon]

Living Room Enclosed in Milwaukee

Example of a mid-sized, contemporary, enclosed living room with a dark wood floor, beige walls, a brick fireplace, and a television stand.

[eztul]

Minneapolis Deck Ideas for a sizable, classic side yard water fountain remodel

[iseestarsnation]

Rustic Family Room - Family Room Medium-sized mountain style enclosed game room with beige walls, no fireplace, and no television.

[typocode]

Minneapolis Deck Ideas for a sizable, classic side yard water fountain remodel

[yaroh-domo]

Atlanta Basement Walk Out

[dogsthatlookliketomhaverford]

New York Home Bar Single Wall

[practically-an-x-man]

Shamelessly picking your brain again, Minecraft style. I have square dirt hovels. What is your House strategy in Minecraft?

I can't say I really *have* a defined house strategy? At least, I really enjoy building, so I tend to build a lot of different-style houses depending on how I'm feeling and what biome I'm in.

In my current solo survival world, I'm building a huge compound/castle inlaid into the ground. It's one of my biggest survival-world projects I've ever started (usually this kind of build would be something I'd make in creative for practice), but it's keeping me engaged :D

In my tandem survival world with my dad, we have a traditional-style house with a gabled roof, built primarily out of a mix of acacia and spruce wood (acacia bc we built it alongside an acacia village, spruce because acacia isn't my favorite and I wanted a little contrast).

I can't say I'm a master builder by any means, and I'm a little out of practice with all the new updates and blocks, but I'm pretty good. And I've already told you about my little hobbit-hole survival strategy - dug into the side of a hill somewhere while I collect essentials, then I find a good spot to build a house and start construction.

Though I could try to give a few building tips to get you started?

Experiment with other shapes than just squares or rectangles. Make an L-shaped house! A T-shaped house! A U-shaped house with a garden in the middle! Hell, try to build a round house if you want! Have fun with it!

Don't build corners. At least, not all the time. If you take away that corner block, it can give your building a bit more dimension.

Play with layers. Use glass panes instead of glass blocks, use trapdoors as window shutters, experiment with slabs and stairs in addition to whole blocks, build columns to "support" your walls, etc. This can actually bring so much sophistication to your builds! The less flat something is (within reason), the better it'll look.

Add features in and around your house. You're going to want a farm for survival, of course, but aesthetically: porches, patios, courtyards, pools/ponds, gardens, fenced-in property, paths, orchards, or even secondary buildings like a bard, shed, or standing mine. A single house with nothing around it can look nice, but a piece of land that's been tended and landscaped looks really nice.

Pick out a few materials you want to use, and stick to them. If nothing else, pick a material for your floor, one or two to use for your walls, and one for your roof. In my tandem world, our house has a cobblestone floor, walls made of acacia logs and spruce planks (and glass windows), and acacia planks for the roof. My general rule is to use at least three building materials for a typical house, and more for a more complicated build.

Strategize where your lights are going to be. Obviously you need to light up your house, and strategic lights can bring a lot of sophistication to your design. Are they torches placed equally along a wall? Lanterns hanging from the rafters? Glowstone or lanterns inlaid into the walls/ceiling? And don't forget to light up the outside of the house and property!

Be daring. Build the house you want to build. If you run out of materials, you can always find more. If it doesn't turn out the way you hope, keep practicing. Practice in creative and experiment with all the fun blocks you can't usually find in survival. Play Build Battle or similar games on a server and build things you wouldn't usually think to build. As with any skill, you improve with consistent practice and trying new things, so find an engaging way to get that practice. Have fun!

[acaciadepot]

How to know about the Solid Acacia Flooring?

Looking for a flooring option that will transform your home? Consider solid acacia flooring. With its unique appearance and durability, it's becoming a popular choice for homeowners. Easy to clean and maintain, acacia wood offers a dynamic texture and excellent resistance to damage. It's a top choice for those seeking long-lasting, high-quality hardwood flooring.

Know more: https://acacia-depot.mystrikingly.com/blog/how-to-know-about-the-solid-acacia-flooring

[ask4mycashapp]

just a lil thot bc i realized i havent written for my fav hu tao yet. that needs to change.

i love your hands

hu tao x fem!reader

warnings: fingering, begging, degradation, groping, oral sex, squirt, cum, pet names (darling and maybe love? there could be more i dont remember.)

tell me if i missed any warnings

writing under the cut!

hu tao finally had a day off from work today! this was a rare occurence, seeing as hu tao, despite her playful personality, takes her work very seriously. so to celebrate the occasion you two decided to have a movie night together.

it started off as an innocent mini date.

you went over to hu taos house, where she had popcorn ready for the both of you, along with a variety of both of your favorite snacks. you grabbed the snacks and took them over to hu taos room.

speaking of which, hu taos rooms the most beautiful room youve ever seen.

its a bit more spacious than average. her floors are made of the best dark acacia wood. a queen sized bed with dark red velvet blankets and black pillows sitting on top of a beautiful golden bedframe.

on the left of her bed she had a cute llttle black nightstand with her poetry books, feather and ink, an her record player along with a small lamp.

above her bed she has all kinds of manga pannels and band posters (arctic monkeys, mother mother, my bloody valentine, etc). plus her shelves stacked with vinyl and what not.

the tops of her walls decorated with led lights, that were usually set to red.

she has a nice black dresser with a tv on top and a bunch of pictures of her and you <3 in front of her bed.

right next to her dresser she has a desk with a bookshelf above it and a fuzzy red swivel chair.

finally, your favorite part of hu taos room, her red velvet love seat. the love seat was next to a little window with black curtains. the love seat was on the right side of her bed and had a mirror in front of it. her room was simply beautiful.

(sorry if i got carried away with the description im lowkey projecting my dream room here 🥲)

you and hu tao sat in the love seat with the popcorn in between the two of you, led lights set to red. you both agreed to watch a horror movie thats based on a true story, just because hu tao and her effed up mind wanted to give you nightmares.

as the movie went on you and hu tao took turns sharing snacks and getting comfortable under the blanket, well as comfortable as you could be considering the gore covered screen.

a particularly gory scene of the movie was playing and you were feeling uneasy, so you grabbed hu taos hand. you started playing with her fingers, sliding her rings up and down her fingers woah there bud 🤨🔞 . your hands were getting cold, but you werent ready to let go of your precious girlfriends hand, so you brought it under the blanket with you.

that was your mistake.

meanwhile, hu tao was glued to the screen. she saw bodies all the time. this led her to often learn the stories behind her clients deaths, shes also heard stories similar to the one the movie described, thats why she chose it.

her concentration was broken however, when you grabbed her hand.

she was fine with it obviously, your her beautiful little girlfriend, shed let you get away with murder shes deadass just bring her the body she knows what to do 😉. she clearly didnt mind you playing with her fingers, but once you took her hand under the blanket her mind started to wander, far far away.

it wouldnt be bad just to tease you a little bit, right? its not like she'll full on rail you, youll be okay maybe🤷‍♀️.

you feel hu tao move her fingers a bit, so you take that as a signal to let go of her hand. you expect her to move her hand from under the blanket but she doesnt.

what she does is slip her hand onto your inner thighs.

she traces letters and shapes before moving a little further. she runs her fingers over your clothed pussy just barely, making you let out the smallest of gasps.

hu tao giggles before attempting to take her hand back but you grab her wrist.

"huh, y/n?" hu tao asks, confused, "whatre you-?"

you pout as you interrupt her, "cant tease me like that tao.." you bring her fingers to the waist band of your sweatpants, "please?"

hu tao sighs, contemplating you.

she really wanted to continue the movie, but the feeling of your velvety walls clenching around her fingers would be absolutely to die for.

she ultimately opts to slip her hand down your sweats into your panties, rubbing your clit gently before teasing your sobbing slit.

"hmm should i really be doing this for you? after all you did interrupt my movie. do you really deserve this?"

hu tao asked you a question and you know there will be consequences for not answering her but you cant formulate a clear cut response with her smooth, warm fingers grazing your entrance.

to the best of your ability you try to speak,

"uh huh, yes i do! im sorry tao, just need you now."

"such a needy baby, its okay though ill take care of you," hu tao coos, "use your big girl words darling, tell me what you need."

"need your fingers in me, and... and your mouth on my clit! please please please tao, need you so bad!" you beg, your hands lifting your shirt to pinch your hard nipples.

"how slutty of you darling, just putting your pretty tits on display like that. its okay ill help you,"

hu tao gets up, pulls off your blanket, takes your sweats off along with your panties, and positions herself in between your legs.

she does this all while keeping eye contact with you.

she places her mouth on your throbbing clit, softly breathing on it before starting to suck, eyes still looking into yours. her fingers finally enter you as well, they set a steady pace, making sure to hit every spot just right.

hu tao knows every place to make you, her little slut, squeal.

her actions have you squeezing your tits, eyes rolling back in your head, lips red from bites of your own. one of your hands go down to grab her hair, forcing her mouth further into your pussy,

this action makes hu tao moan. loud.

the vibrations that sends to your clit has you reeling.

"tao need your tongue in me! please please need to feel you more!" you beg and beg.

hu tao obviously obliges, "anything you want, darling <3."

hu taos mouth takes her fingers out to stick her tongue into your slit, you instantly clench around her tongue.

hu tao grins into your pussy, one of her hands rubbing your clit while the other goes up to your throat.

this sends you over the edge, so much so you squirt all over hu taos face.

when she removes her mouth from your glistening cunt its just to ridicule you,

"you love when i wrap my hands around your throat, huh slut? love struggling to breathe under my grip? love how cool my rings feel against your skin? what a whore, to cum from something as dirty as that."

and your cumming again, thin white streaks of cum leaking from your slit.

this just makes hu tao laugh, "wow, how dirty y/n! but since i made you cum twice isnt about time you return the favor?"

oh this was far from over.

i simp for hu tao if that wasnt obvious enough already <3

masterpost

[yeastinfectionvale]

Shaw Pack Minecraft Play Styles.

David: Dirt House connoisseur, the man built a three story dirt mansion once and use acacia wood for detailing. Doesn't mind mining but has a secret love for creating efficient wood farms and goes around planting sapling like Johnny Appleseed.

Asher: Speed Runner (dodododo) Supreme, he loves finding new ways to beat the ender dragon and boasts a 10 minute PB (He would be a lot quicker but he keeps getting distracted by baby cows and he has to spend a minute apolagising to the adult cows for making their children orphans.)

Milo: The Fighter™ he can kill anything and has defeated the warden in iron armor. The only thing he can't defeat? Building, Milo lives in a 2 x 2 hole that has a staircase going straight down to the ancient city. He only lives on steak that he gets by lighting a cow on fire and killing it. Asher has tried to get his to use less brutal methods.

Sam: The poor man is a hobo who only has a bed and two apples in his inventory at any time. He does get better supplies but accidentally leaves them in a chest 1000 blocks from spawn. Somehow he ends up in the nether and gets the first blaze rods.

Angel: Architect Supreme. Give them any block pallette and they'll make a building so good you think it was naturally spawned in. They are in love with the new Cherry Blossom biome because of the little petals that fall on the floor.

Babe: The Potionmaster, Babe has all potion recipes memorised and always has suspicious stews in their inventory that actually regenerate their hearts. They also have given Milo a suspicious stew of blindness and now he never takes food from them.

Darlin': The naked wanderer, Darlin is actually the first person on the server to get full netherite armor and weapons (hoe included) but never uses them so it is assumed that they are still using wooden tools. Angel has made a base for Darlin' and Sam but it is used more as storage for all the cool things the two find when looking for Sam's tools.

Sweetheart: The gatherer, Sweetheart is able to get anything , and I mean anything. They once got Christian and Babe elytra wings so they could recreate flappy birds. Once Sweetheart was on the look for cacti for a build Angel was doing and ended up over 10000 blocks away from spawn.

Christian: The one that always has what you need. Christian is the type of guy you can ask to see if he has a certain item and he always will have it, half the time he forgets why he has said thing in his inventory.

Amanda: Mapmaker, Amanda is a wizard when it comes to maps and buried treasure. Amanda is always dropping gifts in everyones house, or into their inventory when they are AFK.

Gabe: He's a wither skeleton, the man died before he could touch Minecraft. But he would be a hardcore player with a 6 month world.

Marie: Mama bear, Marie has only played Minecraft twice. but both times she played she is saving all the villagers and animals from harm.

Colm: He has only played minecraft oce and that was when visiting Milo and Sweetheart's new house. The game was open and he grabbed the controller while he waited for Milo to get out of the shower when Sweetheart was at work. He made a villager-zombie converter to get cheaper trades. He never played after that.

[iwanttobepersephone]

I love helping my brother build in minecraft cause then I get to do things like this just to tell him that a warped wood floor wouldn't look good in an acacia house

[cuemeinyall]

Sometimes, I think about old minecraft worlds and servers of mine. My first one will always be special. I remember the godawful, horrid, brick monstrosity of a "skyscraper" I built. The bottom floor acted as a traditional work office. There was a fake elevator with a ladder to go up. The third or maybe fourth floor had my living space. A small kitchen plus dining, a living room, bathroom, and bedroom. I was so proud of the space. Outside, there was another building, my chicken pen. Another skyscraper-esque build, this time of plain stone. Between them laid my pack of wolves. I can't remember their names. I eventually moved, wanted to start a survival style, and kept to the same world, though.

I wasn't the brightest, moved from a wonderful forest to a barren desert. I was probably 500 blocks away from my old base, so it was probably not much of an issue, though. I built this small, one-story sandstone home. It had a small garden out front. It may be the smallest build I've ever made. It was cute and quiet. I had a dog, kept it outside, I don't think I ever made it a home, or even gave it food and water. I regret that now.

I shared a world with my sibling, too. We only had one xbox account, so we would take turns on it. I kept with the ugly skyscrapers made of brick theme, but she made a small house and an unfinished mansion. A friend sometimes played on it, too. Built an ugly house behind mine. I'll never forgive her. We built an entire town, complete with restaurants, stores, hell we even built a museum. I miss that time my sister and I spent together working.

A friend and I made a world together. She played on her phone, me on the xbox. I built this small dark oak house. She claimed it was the best build on that world. She never really had a home there, I think I built her something small, but she was happier picking flowers. Netherite came out then, I had rushed to get some for myself. Kept a hidden stash of it. I built a baked potato store, best food in the game, in my opinion. We stopped playing after that summer, she got too busy and since she wasn't there I had no one to show off to and no one to help obtain items form.

I stopped playing for a while. It was my first year of high school, and I joined the marching band and went out with friends. I thought the time would last. Freshman year came and went, got on minecraft a few times, revisited old worlds, started a new one, god that world. Goddamn ugliest acacia wood house you've ever seen. I loved that piece of shit. Sophmore year came around, and I stopped again. Covid hit. Fell back into mcyts and a job to fill the loneliness.

I bought a laptop with that money. Saved up for 5 months straight, I bought a good gaming laptop. Couldn't afford any games, though. I eventually got convinced by new friends to buy minecraft and join their realm. We shared a house the two of them built. One of them I fell in love with. We explored, slayed the ender dragon, defeated the wither, laughed, and died alongside each other. We had mines nearby. Bird and I once mined for days looking for a jungle biome and diamonds for Sun's birthday. I went insane in those mines. Sun built a villager trading hall. Bird and I started a storage room. I built a gazebo, across the pond from our spruce house. Sun was mad at first, I made it of oak instead of spruce, but they eventually thought it was beautiful. I planted flowers, azeala bushes, and those glowberry vines. Bird brought over her jukebox and a record. We brought our dogs. My dog, Tilly, named after that mcyt Pearlescent Moon's dog in the life series, was one of my pride on that server. Damn I miss her. She was a good girl. She still sits at the gazebo waiting for me. After all, life got busy, and we stopped playing.

I made some more friends. One invited me to join a server they were on. It was a factions server. We allied but kept our personal factions separate. I built a beautiful white, gray, and teal tower. They had a beautiful cottage 200 blocks away. They bullied me into fighting the ender dragon solo, as I've only fought it with friends before. We built a tavern, well I built it. The plan was to make a conjoined city together for people on the server to visit. During the building of it, another friend joined the server. We finished the tavern, added food, fake prices, and decorations. They lived in it temporarily in one of the rooms I had set up for those new to the server to start out in. Barely a week of the tavern being finished, someone took tnt and blew up portions. We were able to get it replaced, but I'll never forget that destruction. The first friend and I then started a fighting pit build. Planned to host server wide fights for entertainment. Cleared out a large area and almost finished it. The server randomly closed. All the love we put in our work was never finished.

We convinced a friend to start a server a few months later. A bunch of us from the first server and some others joined in. I built another tower, the same style as the other one, just dark grays and blacks, instead of blues and white. I shared it with a friend. I slowly started moving out. I started work on a castle, made of diorite. It's mostly done, just some walls to build for the courtyard, but it's been months since I've done work on that. I had made it far away from the rest of them, all close together. I invited them to make small bases near mine, to fill out the area, have a vacation home. Only one person ever finished theirs. I went on to my next project, The Hole. A giant underground city, below my castle.

Everyone tells me I'm not going to finish it. I'm the only one who still plays on the server constantly. I feel like this says something about me. I feel as I hold on to things too tight and don't let go. I still want to go get on the xbox and play with my sister, I want to call up my friend from middle school and show off a new, admittedly, mediocre house. I want to sit in my gazebo with Tilly and talk with my friends and go crazy in the mines again. I want to finish that fighting pit and jokingly fight with my friends and watch as they all complete the fucking stupid initiation event of fighting an ender dragon we called Jean, while the rest of us watched from our perches. I want to sit in my castle with a feast for my friends, I want to finish my build and everyone to come see it and be so proud.

It's never been about the builds. It's been about the effort, the time, the tears, and laughs. The time spent with people I care about doing the thing I love.

[hanahaki-disease]

Haven't I Given Enough?

Hermit! Tommy Hermitcraft x DSMP Crossover

Chapter 8 | Always the Fool with the Slowest Heart

Summary: There, the flaw, the crack in the foundation and the reason for the downfall of this fragile world he’s come to love: Grian, himself.

Words: 1929

Notes: Chapter title from "Gilded Hearts" by Cults

**********************************************************************

Xisuma didn’t want to admit it to himself. Didn’t want to admit that Grian could be more than the trickster avian that brought laughter to the hermits, more than the mother spore that drew him in, more than the man he fell in love with. But standing here in Tommy’s sanctuary watching the smoke trail left by the avian, Xisuma couldn’t help the betrayal bubbling in his chest. 

“Tommy!” Stress and Iskall rushed to the teen, his hands tangled in his hair and eyes closed tight, smoke from the rocket dusted his face and clothes.

The admin rushed after Grian, waiting till he was outside to launch a rocket, knowing that the avian would be at his base. And seeing as how the closest was his starter base, X landed there first before flying over to his megabase. The giant skeletal head nestled snugly in the snowy mountain peaks. Pristine, bleached bone blocks had a sheen of snow over the top and made the top glow in the sun as Xisuma flew through an eye socket, narrowly avoiding the walls of the small tunnel towards the inside of his base. 

He made his way to his storage room, the entrance barely peaking between two of the ribs in the ribcage. “Grian?” Xisuma called out as he landed in the bulk storage level. Nothing but the three walls of chests and layers of black glass beneath him. The second level was more interesting; mud bricks, copper blocks, acacia wood, and various other materials decorated the space. And there, pacing in the next room over, was Grian. His hands fidgeted with the hem of the red sweater he wore and the feathers on his wings puffing up, revealing the anxious worry that lingered over him. “Grian!”

The avian in question jumped at the sound of his name, and if his wings weren’t already puffed up, they sure did now. “I-I can explain.”

“What do you mean you’re a watcher?!” Xisuma said walking up to Grian. “And you didn’t tell me?! You better start explaining, Grian.”

“What Tommy told you was right,” Grian began. “I was the admin of a server named Evo years, and I mean years ago, and Pearl and I were taken by the watchers–”

“Pearl?! Pearl’s a watcher too?”

“Ye-yes, she’s a watcher, and-and she’s not doing well right now,” The smaller of the two explained. “But we were taken and I became one of Lady Death’s watchers and Pearl became Lady Irene’s watcher. I hated every part of it. Every day, every waking moment, I killed people, X.” Grian cried. “I killed people. Their blood is on my hands, gods, women…children are all dead because of me.”

Xisuma couldn’t help the pang of sadness that came from seeing Grian cry, tears brimming his eyes and falling down his cheeks. But it didn’t stop the anger of betrayal. How long had they known each other? How long had Grian kept his secret from everyone? He removed his helmet, the whirring of the air stabilizer annoying him more than helping. His base was already filtering the overworld air to help him breathe so the helmet was only there distorting the colors around him in a twinge of purple.

“But why didn’t you tell me?” Xisuma grabbed Grian’s attention. “Why didn’t you tell anyone? Do you realize how much danger all of us could be in because we’re harboring a watcher?!” The admin paused, hoping the overwhelming questions in his head settle enough for him to put into words. “What else aren’t you telling me?” Grian didn’t meet his gaze and Xisuma’s heart sank. “Grian, what else?”

“I…” He began. Eyes glued to the floor. “My…My watcher name is Xelqua.”

“What?” That seemed to be the breaking point for the admin. He turned around and threw his helmet against the nearest wall, the sound of breaking glass and damaged metal echoed in the quiet base. “You’re Xelqua?! You’re telling me that you’re a minor god and didn’t bother to tell anyone, which also means you’ve heard every. Single. One. of my prayers that I thought were private. You’ve known all this time?!”

“X, I-I can explain!”

“And all this time, these past years since I let you into Hermitcraft,” X said, facing away from the avian. “You kept it all to yourself. Is anything you’ve done genuine?! Anything at all?!” Tears began to fill his own eyes as doubt rose in his chest. “Because I’m having a hard time believing that we were genuine now.”

“We were! We are!”

“Are we!?” Xisuma yelled. “Because you just told me that you weren’t who we all thought you were, you aren’t avian, you’re a watcher. So how am I supposed to believe you when these past years together were built on a lie that could've endangered my server and my hermits! How am I supposed to believe you when you say that you love me?!”

“I didn’t tell anyone because I thought that if I did the other watchers would come after me and hurt you! Hurt all of you! I couldn’t let that happen…I can’t…Not after Evo.” Grian walked up to X. “And Xisuma, I do love you! I’ve done nothing but love you since I joined! Please, believe me, trust me! I was only doing it to protect all of you.”

“No, Grian! I can’t trust you anymore!” Xisuma left Grian’s hold. “I…I’m not sure I even love you anymore after this.”  

Grian stumbled back, the wings on his back dropping till they lay limply against the floor. The tears in his eyes fell freely now. They stained his sweater and the floor beneath him. “No, X, please.”

“Leave.”

“Xisuma…”

“Leave!” He shouted.  Xisuma watched as Grian walked away, his head hanging low and wings dragging against the ground. And when he looked back, the admin couldn’t meet his gaze, the anger now fading to grief as the nether portal transported him away. 

Xisuma collapsed against the ground, tears dropping against the floor as he clutched his breaking heart. 

–

Grian had tried so hard to rebuild a new life here in Hermitcraft; tried so hard to make new friends and find a new purpose in life. Something so that he can move on from his past, but here he was, kneeling in the middle of his base. His hair covered his face and stuck to the dried tear streaks. Feathers strewn about the birch wood under him, sprinkles of blood dotted the floor, along with bloodied pin feathers. 

It wasn’t hard to hate his wings. Wings he shouldn’t even have. 

The watchers had given them to him; they had watched as they broke through the skin of his back, erupting from his body drenched in blood and pieces of the skin they tore through. No matter how loud he screamed, no matter how much he begged, they never listened to his cries of pain and suffering. They told him that the wings were “a symbol of power and hope” for the players. They told him that his wings “will take him where Lady death’s power reigned supreme,” but they never told him that they would bathe in blood every time he enacted his Lady’s wishes.

Like the blood they were christened in when they formed, they were bathed in it during every strike of his sword. Like the cries of suffering and pleas to cease he made, they heard the people yell as Grian slaughtered them. His eyes always glazed over, covered by the small wings that shielded his eyes from the pain he caused. 

His name wasn’t Grian during that time. No, Grian had died on the floor of the watcher’s base, writhing in pain as Xelqua was born. His wings were on his back, his hands had killed, his name was praised and glorified as a god when Grian rebelled. It was in Xelqua’s name that Grian had become a minor god, a title he never wanted, and it was in Xelqua’s name that people had prayed. They asked him for guidance, for help, for a path that saved them from whatever pain he knew he caused. 

And here he was again, his wings bathing in the blood they were born from, suffocating in the pain he’s caused.

“Uncle G?” Grian didn’t bother turning around. He knew it was Tommy. The kid had so many questions that only Grian could answer, but the ache in his head, his heart, and the cursed limbs on his back restrained him from acknowledging the child. “Hey, um, can we talk? Please?”

“Yeah, sure,” Grian wiped the tears from his eyes, hoping that Tommy couldn’t see the dried streaks along his face or the redness of his eyes. “What do you want to know?”

“Are you…” Tommy pondered, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. “Are you really a watcher?”

The older of the two shook his head. For as long as he’ll live, the title of watcher was going to be placed on him again. “No, I am not. I was, a long time ago. I couldn’t do what they had forced me to do anymore.”

“What did they have you do?”

“I don’t want to tell you,” Grian confessed. “If I did, you wouldn’t want to be with me anymore.”

Grian saw Tommy think about his next question, his mind trying to create the right jumble of words to get his thoughts across. It brought a solemn smile to Grian’s face. He remembers trying to teach Tommy how to read in Evo, the look of raging determination on the five-year-old as he stammered to say the word “Amethyst” was the same now. Eyebrows furrowed and eyes squinted at nothing in particular, one hand messing with the skin of his lips, the other resting across his chest. 

Reminiscing of times past was the only thing to keep Grian sane as he exiled himself to the world. The faces of his family and friends reminded him of who he was saving by being alone, and slowly over time, their voices faded, as did their appearance, leaving only vague stills in his mind of who they were. Their ghosts haunt him as he separated souls from their bodies in his dissociated state of mind. 

“Do you know where my mum is?” Tommy asked, breaking the silence that covered the two. Grian knew he was going to ask that question, it was just a matter of when. “Because if you’re alive and doing…somewhat shitty–”

“Hey, no cussing.” Grian interrupted.

“Then my mum must be alive somewhere too,” Tommy finished. “Uncle G, do you know where my mum is?”

He couldn’t meet Tommy’s gaze, “I do. But right now isn’t the best time to see her.”

“What? Why?” Tommy asked, rising from the chest he was sitting on. “She’s my mum! I have to see her!”

“I know, but she’s not doing well right now, okay? If you see her now, it’ll only make things worse.”

“No! I want to see my mum! Maybe her seeing me will make it better! You’re just trying to keep me away from her!”

“I’m not, I swear!”

“If you’re not gonna tell me where she is, then I’ll find her my-fucking-self!” Grian tried to stop Tommy as he ran away, his golden hair bouncing as he leaped over the floating rocks that made up the bridge to his base, but he couldn’t. His feet remained planted where he stood, watching as Tommy ran off in the anger Grian seemed to be spreading. Helpless to fix the problems he caused.

*******************************************************************

I wanted my blorbos to hurt, but also I really want to explore Xisuma's emotions and how–in my head–he could react to Grian's confession. Especially since a lot of people don't write big emotions for X, I felt like he needed some attention.

Also Grian is going through it for real, kinda feel bad

ehh not really, i did this to him >:)

Masterlist | Previous | Next