#at leasst at the beginning

[fishy-lava]

im being so normal about chen yi/ai di rn i promise (<- lie)

[chromatose-a-digital-requiem]

lets follow exa i dont want to meet the colorguard

Ignoring the idea that the word “moon” is dumb, {{YOU}} nod and begin to follow behind. Exa leads {{YOU}} deeper and deeper in, the shadows enveloping {{YOUR}} party as {{YOU}} move. Before {{YOU}} know it, the group has traversed into another alley, hidden from the eyes of others.

U.V. LYTE: Sso Dearrest Exxa Whhere Are Wee Off To…!!!! !

EXA REY: Honestly…? Not… Not entirely sure- at least, not now. We’ll find a place to hide, though. I know we will.

U.V. LYTE: Okkay Welll Cann You Att Leasst Taalk To Uss Morre Thhis Is Allreaddy Gettting Booring

EXA REY: Good Automaton- Yeah, okay. Sure. I’ll talk about things. Do you want me to talk about the city or something? Is that it?

U.V. LYTE: Ohh Yess Pllease Thatt Woould Be Nice Pllease Taalk Aboout Thee Citty >[D I Wouuld Likke To Leaarn Moore

EXA REY: Okay, sure. Fine. What should I talk about.

What SHOULD Exa talk about on the topic of the city…?

[hermitcraftheadcanons]

(Submission) The General's Wager

If I'm the only one posting Spaz content to this au I will damn well keep it coming. Now, where were we? ah yes...

“It'ssss been a while, Esssssho. Let'sssss make a wager.”

Etho's spawn this time was on a mountainside. Not the worst he'd been to; it was flat and out of the wind at least, though the goats that roamed around weren't the friendliest of companions.

Still friendlier than his old enemy. Spaz.

“I don't have time for you,” Etho grumbled, trying to chisel the vital information about spawn into the rockface with a goat horn.

“That'ss not going to be sseen by anyone.” Spaz hovered over his shoulder mockingly.

“Oh yeah? Well when's the last time anyone saw you? Too scared to show your face?” That barb wasn't up to his usual standards at all. Etho clenched his teeth to keep them from chattering.

“You're being rude. At leasst lissten to my propossal”

Etho ignored the creeper, in favour of kicking the goat that had just tried to ram him. It sailed over the cliff, but unsatisfyingly survived the fall.

At a soft hiss from Spaz, another creeper stepped right into his line of sight. This one was carrying (if creepers can carry, not having arms) a single nametag. 

“Who's being rude now? Personal space, buddy.”

Spaz placed an anvil with a loud clang that was too quickly muffled by the surrounding snow.

“Wouldn't you like to rename my ssoldier before he killss you? Sso many of your friendss would ssee your little messsage then.”

“I said I don't have time for you, Spaz.” Etho said. He barely hesitated before he turned to examining his options. Death by goat would be a new one, if he could goad the fluffy fools into attacking him…

“Jusst a friendly competition. Ffirsst to mine up one ffull diamond block and bring it back here winss. Iff you win, you choosse the name in your death messsage. Iff I win, you die the way I choosse.”

Etho continued to examine the goats (As soon as he squared up to one, they ran away bleating), but his mind was racing.

Who was he kidding, it was made up. Dying time and time again was beginning to wear him down, and by now most of the places he spawned were deserted in favour of little hut and hole starter bases he could waste days trying to find. Some instinct told Etho those were days the server didn't have to spare.

“Alright Spaz. I'll get you your blue shiny rocks.” He smirked under his mask, as though he could trick up some confidence from deep within himself. “Better dig fast, there's more to mining than just having arms, you know.”

With that he body-slammed a new goat over the cliff, and leapt down to land directly on top of it. (Ouch…landing on a goat did cut fall damage, but not as much as he'd been hoping for). It was diamond-mining time, and EthosLab did not lose to creepers.

[benscursedkid]

If you’re still doing these and wouldn’t mind, 🥧 with Rebekah and my Ravenclaw boy Conor, maybe in detention? (His profile is on my master list & there’s some info about writing his stutter floating around. Your writing is incredible by the way.)

🥧 - making or enjoying traditional autumn foods

“Thanks for helping me with this guys,” Jae grins, coy and mischievous as always even when expressing something as innocent as gratitude. “I don’t what I’d do if I had to make all these pies by myself.”

Something about the thinly veiled humor in his tone caught Rebekah’s attention, but she elected not to question it. She never receives any good news when she questions the Gryffindor after all.

“No problem.” Rebekah replies and shoots Conor to her left a bemusing look.

Conor nods and rubs the back of his neck bashfully. “Happy to help.”

“That’s what I like to hear!” Jae chortles all smiles and cheap charisma. “What would I do witho—”

“—Jae Kim! Pitts needs you in the back right away!”

Jae frowns as if he’d just been dealt a devasting blow. Nevertheless, he nods affirmation to the elf and makes to follow him, offering the Ravenclaws a fleeting “wish me luck” as he disappears.

The two acquaintances are now left alone and an awkward silence follows. Both quiet in nature, neither of them are quite fond of the idea of small talk yet both feel the burning need to say something, anything to cut through the suffocating quiet.

“So do you know—”

“What’s that on—”

They speak at the same time, effectively cutting each other off. Rebekah’s mouth clamps shut and she turns away in potent embarrassment, a vivid blush creeping up her neck and tinting her cheeks.

Conor clears his throat, focus his attention on the pound of dough he’s currently beating into the countertop. “You go... first...”

Rebekah smiles in appreciation, meeting his eyes for a quick moment then ducking back away to fold over her own dough. “I was just wondering about that clip on your bag.”

She gestures down to the bag that sits underneath the table and Conor’s eyes flicker briefly in excitement. “Oh, that’s j-just a... sh-sh-show th-that I like to..watch.”

“A show?”

At her puzzled look, Conor tries his best to explain, but he comes up short. “It’s a muggle thing...”

“Show...” Rebekah whispers, testing the vaguely familiar yet abstract word on her tongue. “You mean like a movie?”

A wave of blue washes over her as Conor’s gaze snaps over to hers and she tries not to grin at the surprised look on his face.

“Yes, it’s verrry s-similar. Just... shorter and more-more... uh... frequent-t?” Conor grimaces, the explanation not quite what he intended but close enough all the same.

Processing the information in her head, Rebekah nods. “I haven’t seen very many movies myself. At home we only have a select few of my dad’s favorites, but I think they’re quite enjoyable.”

She smiles and Conor returns the gesture, the mood no longer uncomfortable. “Would you tell me about it? The show that you like?”

With the invitation offered, Conor begins to explain the cinematic ingenious of Star Wars, capturing Rebekah’s full and rapt attention. He started out slow at first, mulling over each word beforw he said them, wondering if perhaps she were merely humoring his fascination, but soon her was gesturing animatedly and his sentences came quicker, more messy but also detailed and every one infused with his excitement. Rebekah nodded along, interrupting every now and again to ask questions and offer theories that he’d never even considered before.

It was nice, he thought, speaking freely about something he enjoys.

Unfortunately, the conversation did not go on for too long as Pitts caught wind of their slacking and ordered them to finish their tasks.

With a sigh, Rebekah continues the familiar rhythm of folding out the dough that a thought came to her, striking her out of a reverie.

“What you were going to say?” Conor looks at her questioningly and she makes to elaborate. “Before I asked about your pin?”

A noise of remembrance falls from his lips. “Oh, I was just wonddering if you know how t-to actually make a p-pie...”

She smiles at him again, soft and genuine and the attention brings heat to his cheeks. “I’m no professional, but I know a little. I can follow a recipe at least.”

“At leasst th-that makes one of us-s...”

Rebekah lets out a snort of amusement and Conor makes to say something else, he’s not quite sure what, but gets interrupted again before he can.

“Get back to work! Pitts moves faster than you!” The kitchen elf shouts, irate and testy before vanishes back behind the back door, and Rebekah gets a glimpse of an immensely bored Jae before the view disappears.

The two housemates make note to do as they’re told this time, but not before sharing a mischievous and conspiratorial look between them.