#atlas writes !

[atlas-library]

Yuuta is shaped like a pear.

This is what comes to your mind after sex, seeing him get up to pee. Your eyes glaze over his figure: he's tall, bigger than anyone would think seeing his tired face, with droopy, narrow shoulders— Narrow compared to his hips, wider, rounder, with thick thighs and ankles; swaying left and right, discreetly, a swift move he doesn't even seem to realise he's doing.

Yuuta is lean, yet he still manages to have some chub in his body: his lower stomach can be lovingly tapped, making him blush and hide his face with a big, slender hand; and his hips, again— Tiny love handles you relentlessly grab. When you kiss his body, leaving a trail up to his neck, you put your hand on his chest; you like to squeeze— He whimpers a bit, his chest isn't as flat as he'd like— So you're the one loving it instead.

He's shaped like a pear. He sways his hips and shoulders whenever he walks, and it's like his entire body speaks with a drawl; he leans against door frames and walls, balances his weight in such a sultry way— Yet he doesn't seem to realise it.

He makes you hungry, and you bite him, lick him, slurp him like you would eat pears— Messily.

[hermit-lover]

Hey hey!! Ur hermits x raccoon reader was so good ^^ could u do a Tango x raccoon reader who brings him shiny things and little trinkets they think hed like and Tango has a full shulker box in his ender chest filled with things given by the reader

Love ur work stay hydrated <33

Trinkets!

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Character: Tango x Raccoon!Reader

Type: Blurb (~1.3k)

Theme: Fluff, Romantic

Summary: Decked out's secretes are ever alluring, combined with the irresistible game master, you cant help but want to slink around.

TW: Brief panic.

A/N: Glad you liked it! I'm always down for some good ol raccoon shenanigans. Kinda strayed from the prompt, but I had fun, sorry!

Its been a small while since you've joined Hermitcraft, and despite your original apprehension as to how well you'll get along, you've fit in perfectly.

The group welcomed your absentminded chaoticness, and eagerly joined in shenanigans.

Yet, above all shone one hermit- who was quite literally a hermit this season. His shiny glowing eyes and welcoming personality, combined with apt for the strange and wonderful, made him so alluring. And that wasn't even touching on his project!

Yes, his project- the sprawling grounds of complex spaghetti redstone and brilliantly decorated caves that wove intricately through the large hole.

Decked out.

It wasn't finished yet- but that wouldn't stop you from trying to explore it! The cold breeze that emanated from the space ruffles your ears and tail, chilling them in the familiar way. You tuck your pickaxe away, sending it into your inventory with a flash of pixels. It was exhilarating breaking in- the pounding of your heart combined with the shaky excited sparks through your limbs only served to drive you further. Maybe this time you'll be able to fully explore the card sorter!

Skittering along a wool line of redstone, you dodge and weave around frankly unsafe contraptions. The glittering messes draw you in, with the promise of secrets and treasures. Whispers of grand prizes and knowledge no ones has keeps you moving. Once at the end of this line, you can see the card sorter, the splay of observers and hoppers making your tail twitch in excitement. Making redstone was fun, but exploring someone else's? especially when not allowed? that was the best.

Eyeing your route down, you begin to slink. Off of the white wool, and down onto a yellow line, then onto an observer, which leads you to a blue line- then you can just put your foot on this extended piston-

CLUNK

Your foot meets nothing but air.

With a screech you plummet- open air surrounds you- your heartbeat fills your head- Eyes screwed shut.

You prepare for respawn.

"OOF- gotcha!"

....You're not dead?

At that realization you open your eyes, ears still pinned back in fear.

A grinning face greets you. Pointed teeth gleaming in the shadowed lighting, dimly glowing blue eyes squinting from the effort. Above that- flickering blue flames leech of his head, calm, content. His presence instantly calms you. Tango.

Going boneless in his arms- he briefly struggles to maintain grip- you sigh.

"I thought I was about to litter my items all over decked out!" You laugh, adrenaline wearing off.

"pft I cant have that! All deathifications must be done inside the dungeon- When the game is actually finished." His tone isn't lost on you, while it was obvious he isn't actually upset, he's scolded you plenty of times for your premature interest in his death game. You crack a guilty smile, trying your best puppy dog eyes.

"Oh i'm sorry- I had no idea! I was just mining and then-"

"Mhm, toootttally." He interrupts, rolling his pupilless eyes. You gasp in offense.

"Hey!- At least let me finish my excuse!"

"I can do whatever I want- I caught you after all." His logic is....sound. He did keep you from losing your levels and well- your head. You sigh, crossing your arms and pouting.

"Fine."

He grins again, starting to walk back towards his storage system- and the exit. Panic fills you, you just got here! you didnt want to leave already, an excuse, you need an- AHA!

"Tannggoooo~" You drawl, leaning further into him, the strange chill that poured from his chest soothing to your warm face. Tango raises an eyebrow in suspicion.

"Yea?"

"Did I mention that I had something for you?"

He squints, debating whether or not it was a ploy.

"No...Is it something I should be concerned about?"

Now its your turn to grin.

"Maaayyybbeeee- do you want it?" You always had a gift for Tango, it was as though every shiny thing you saw reminded you of him, and called to be in his possession. You'd almost say your incessant gift giving was why he kept you around- but he clearly was fond of you too.

Tango huffed, depositing you into one of the plush chairs you pestered him to add into the storage room. It certainly did make it cozier, and he deserves somewhere nice to rest. You pop up, tilting your head. "Is that a no?-"

"I didnt say that-" Tango points an accusing finger at you, "But I still haven't forgotten!" You sigh, flopping over the back of the chair exaggeratedly.

"You give a guy someone else's robotic arm one time!-"

"Doc nearly skinned me!"

"You would make a good rug." You defend. Tango blinks at you a couple times, then sighs, smiling growing.

"Okay fine, i'll bite. What did you get me?"

You grin, wiggling your fingers to summon the blue shulker box you had shoved it into. Painstakingly, you place it down, and slooooowwwly reach for lid-

"Close your eyes~"

Tangos brows furrow in worry, but he obliges, glowing blue pools hidden behind his eyelids. You peel the top of the shulker off and grin inside- your best catch yet. Picking it up delicately, you stand, stepping towards Tango and reaching forwards.

"Open your hands."

He obeys, fingers splayed in curious confusion.

You take half a second to admire the treasure. Shining green surface so smooth and perfect, sturdy and rare. Then, you delicately place it in his hands, and skitter quickly backwards.

His eyes flutter open, brows still furrowed as he takes in the object. Then his face flashes in alarm.

"Oh no- You'll take this back to him this instant!" He thrusts it towards you, and you dodge out of the way. Plucking up the shulker.

"What you don't like it?" You pout, tilting your head and scuttling as he approaches.

"No!" Tango laughs, "Xisuma's glove isn't something you can gift!"

"But he didn't notice! and its shiny and cool!" You protest, unable to hold down the pleased grin splitting your features.

"He will notice! And he'll go looking for it!" Tango insists, trying to corner you, arms held out, flicking the green glove towards you. You weave backwards, matching his every step.

"Nuh uh!" You insist, childishly.

"Yea huh!" Tango replies, giggling. His pure laughter rings in your ears and clenches your heart. Heat rushes to your face- focus, you remind yourself.

Your back meets the wall, and you begin sliding along it, still avoiding taking back the glove. You continue the standoff for a couple seconds- then Tango lunges towards you.

His arms pin either side of you- halting you in your tracks. Pressed against the wall.

"Ha!" He gloats, grinning down at you, "gotcha."

Heat burns your face, your throat closes up, and your knees nearly buckle.

He is gorgeous.

Half lidded blue eyes focused on you, lips parted revealing his pointed fangs while he pants into your space. He seems unaffected, lucky bastard.

Then, a horrible idea.

Slowly, you lean forwards.

"Yep, you got me-" You begin, voice low.

He tenses slightly, breath hitching. For a split second you worry hes uncomfortable, but the sudden addition of deep blue on his face makes your heart soar. "But I haven't even given you the entire gift."

"You...haven't?" He's slightly breathless but manages to keep some suspicion. You nod slowly, now completely in his personal space. Your nose brushes his.

"Nope." You confirm, tilting your head slightly. "Would you like it?"

Theres a beat and you worry he's going to say no- but he nods once. You fight down your grin.

You close the gap- but miss his mouth and press a kiss to the side, just barely brushing lips.

Then, while hes recovering, you duck- weaving out of his arms and sprinting for the bubble elevator up.

"Bye Tango! Enjoy your gift!-" You call, cheeky grin ever present. He sputters.

"You!-" He rushes to the elevator, narrowly missing you as you step in. "I'll have my revenge!" He calls after you.

That's exactly what you were planning on.

[xxatlasxx]

Its 2143, the experiments are over

and so was their relationship.

She knew it wouldn't be long before he found the letters, the photos, the ring.

She just didn't think the feelings would take this long to fade.

The drinking got worse, for both of them.

She could barely stand to see him, but it wasn't her place, she was a pawn, a placeholder.

Eventually they stopped looking for him, but she never did. She could see him in his eyes sometimes, while he yelled, face illuminated by the fire light. The hint of a shadow as she walked up the stairs, the photographs on the wall taunting her.

She thought relief would come sooner when she layed him down to rest, but it only prolonged the pain.

When he finally arrived, in her last days, he was like an angel sitting before her. The warmth returning to her chest as she sighed her last breath, their fingers intertwined.

"don't cry, my love" she whispered one last time.

He was free now. Free from it all. She was happy at last.

[mochatheangelkiller]

Okay picture this: it's summer 2025, jackles has been tweeting about season 16 of supernatural and everyone on tumblr is hyped for the first episode tonight. Misha hasn't posted anything in weeks. Concerning. Episode starts, open to blackness, muffled talking can be heard in the background. It's the empty, you realize. Yelling, screaming, familiar words from s15 and some earlier seasons come through. "You asked what about all of this is real.." "something went wrong Dean!" "Yeah and whys that something always seem to be you?" "Bow down and show you love to your new god" "I'm sorry Cas, I'm so sorry" "I forgive you" "deal? what deal?" "I did this, all of this, for you and this is how you repay me?!" "I love you," "don't do this cas"

"Goodbye Dean." As we hear the sounds stop, a familiar brown-beige coat comes into view. We see cas laying on the ground, seemingly unconscious surrounded by black darkness and nothing. Not even noise. Then, the camera zooms in on his face, scrunched up in what looks like pain. And just before we zoom in on his eyes we hear "CAS!" and he wakes up.

[deadduvznap]

hear me out fucking innie in the shower. liekkk hes in the shower but you also wanna shower so you just join him in the shower and ur like omg im hard and hes like omg no way and ur like omg yeah way and so you push him against the wall and dare i say no prep... okay anyways shampoo or conditioner as lube if ur feeling nice okay but i say little to none of it but (also never use shampoo as lube... it burns.) also like yea you like push him against the wall blah blah prep blah blah and ur fucking him against the wall and sorry the whole point of this post was to literally just like yall slipping in the shower while fucking lol like youre so into it (into him hehehe) and you like misplace ur foot and you slip on some of the conditioner or smth and you fall on top of him and yall scream and its funny as hell but you both get hurt so you end up just sitting on the floor of the tub or shower whichever one and he rides you but as yall know i think jeongin is the biggest subby whiney bitch boy so he jus thas his head in ur shoulder and hes sobbing while struggling to ride you

[seetheothersideofparadise]

Give me a Whumpee who escaped from their Whumper and got them arrested. Over two years pass and they heal, they feel more like themselves again, until one day Whumpee is just leaving work when they see a news headline that makes their blood run cold.

Whumper escaped from prison.

Whumpee rushes home, ready to go on lockdown and hope that Whumper gets caught again soon or they may never leave their home. They get home, they start locking up the doors, but then there’s someone behind them, wrapping their arms around Whumpee as if greeting an old friend, and asking, “Did you miss me?”

Bonus points if Caretaker hears the news and rushes to Whumpee’s house, only to find the place ransacked, Whumpee missing, and a message written on the walls reading, “Too slow :)”

[not-actually-human]

hey there guysss guess what ??? chapter two of my scerica fic is finally up. yeah it took two months to get here. shhh

[daybreak-tkler]

❝Blood And Bandits❞

Lee(s): thief! human! Hueningkai

Ler(s): vampire! Yeonjun, vampire! Soobin

Small Synopsis: Kai always knew sneaking into large suspicious buildings wasn't the brightest idea but who can help themselves when such expensive things are in sight? Unfortunately for him, he gets stuck between two vampires and a hard place in a very laughable situation.

When a man is all out of options, he becomes desperate. He turns to the last thing he can turn to. And for Kai, that last thing is the lonely manor on the hill. Kai has spent most of his teenage life traversing Korea and had celebrated his twentieth in a little town not far from Seoul. This little town doesn't hold anything of great value, per say. In fact, it doesn't hold much at all. A few friendly people who had invited him into the community, but that's all really. And now, as the sun sets on his final day here, he has his sights set on the large house perched atop a hill in the near distance. He had become desperate, more desperate than ever before. And his last option was to steal whatever expenses he could get from the mystery house and take off into the night in search of a new home.

He just hoped he could find some things that were worthwhile. His pockets and bag were empty, waiting to be filled with something he could sell for a good price. He hoped. He quickly finds himself face-to-face with the sharp fence that closes off the spooky manor from the rest of the town. It really was far from any sort of community that had been built nearby, it was difficult to even say that the house was part of the town at all. Kai holds the weighty lock between his fingers, examining worn metal that somehow was not rusted closed considering the state of it. A once-silver fence was lined along the dewy grass, and Kai notices between metallic bars that there's a graveled path leading all the way up the gently-sloping hill and up to the house.

He pulls a lockpick from his pocket, made from random bits and bobs he had discovered whilsy traveling from place to place. Quickly, the cold metal falls to the flat of his palm and the gate threatens to creek open ever-so slightly. How creepy. The thief places the lock back into the darkened geen of the grass and slips his thin, tall body through the gap that the fence had created and he trudges up the hill beside the path, because he just knew that the gravel would give his footsteps away.

Up close, the house looks more than abandoned and yet - at the same time it looks lively. The windows were misted over as the evening cold sets in properly; the flowerbeds are tended to just fine. Roses of crimson stand tall from the beds outlined with bricks, sharing such pride as they accept the moon's cool shine upon them. The front door is grand, large and wooden with intricate details etched into its dark surface. Two windows frame the door at either side of it and to Kai's surprise, one is slightly ajar. His eyes light up and he grins, finally! His luck was turning around!

Now, Kai wouldn't consider himself naive at all, he's been doing all of this for long enough to know better. And he does know that something in the back of his mind is telling him it's a bit too coincidental for a window to be open. That doesn't stop him, however, because he finds himself in a lavish looking lounge that has more gold decorations than it does actual furniture. Kai's eyes literally light up brighter than stars in the sky as he reaches out for one golden swan sat on the mantlepiece of a very impressive fireplace; that's when he hears it.

A voice... two, actually. Oh gods, oh no. He had entered a house where people were still awake. What in the name of the gods was he supposed to do now?! Both voices sounded close... a little too close. He attempts to move back closer to the window so he can escape. He unfortunately finds himself face first in a fancy looking rug, hearing a clatter of something behind him being knocked over. The two voices have stopped, but footsteps grow louder as Kai attempts to push his long body beside one of the old pure leather couches so he was hidden from sight for anybody who walkes through the doorway.

"What in the name of hell was that?" One of the voices asks in a hiss, obviously sounding displeased. "Nevermind that, Jun, my china!!" the deeper one cries out. "Oh, boohoo! Our house is being broken into and you care about the china?!" the other one asks incriminatingly. A large inhale becomes audible and for whatever reason, Kai can hear the blood rushing through his body. "That smell,," the hissing one who had been addressed as "Jun" mumbles. "It's human blood, Soobin," Jun growls and the one named Soobin huffs. "A human, threatening to get this close to the abode of vampires??"

Vampires?! Goddamn vampires?! Oh, Kai was definitely screwed now if he wasn't before. The two vampires inhale again, both hissing at his scent, and the human thief is beginning to wonder why he didn't just dive out of the window after falling. He crawls slowly from where he sits, squeezed up between the side of the couch and the back wall of the lounge. He attempts to fit his lean body between the gap of the couch and the wall so he could hopefully escape freely. Only,, there was one thing wrong.... he miscalculated the length of the couch, and thus his ankles still stuck out of the space. If he were to pull himself further along between the wall and the couch, his head would stick out the other side instead.

Hopefully, it'd just go by unnoticed.

Unfortunately for the thief, things don't always go his way. Clearly. As the footsteps get closer, Kai can't help how tense his body feels. "Ah, what's this?" the voice he now pairs with Soobin asks curiously. Honestly, curse everything. "Oh? a pair of... feet?" Jun responds. "Yeonjun hyung, it's not just a pair of feet," Soobin snorts.

The human thief didn't think it could possibly get any worse for him at that point, this was it! He was a goner! Nobody would ever hear the name Heuning Kai ever again! However, in a different way than what he expected, it got worse. Two hands grasp at the black boots he was wearing, whilst another pair slide their way up his calves.. giving them a squeeze. He squirms a little, because he's stuck between this expensive couch and the wall, he can barely even wriggle himself forward. "Oh, it's sentient?" Soobin asks, a fanged smile apparent on his lips despite the human not being able to see.

The other vampire, Yeonjun, giggles lightly. "Sentient indeed, and... definitely human... worry not, young mortal! We know how to deal with intruders!" he promises, though the words sound teasy when they fall from his lips. Kai's eyes widen slightly as he feels a tug at his shoes, these vampires cannot be serious. He was far too ticklish for this!! Alas, there was not much to be done at this point. He feels the light sensation against his foot and can't prevent the cute little noise that comes from it. "Mmnneeehee! P-Please! I beg! Don't t-teeheeheeckle me!"

It appears his pleas fall on deaf ears, because he's soon being put into a light laughter. "N-Nohohohoho! plehheheehease the bahahacks ohohof my kneeeheheees are ahahaa baahahad spot!" Kai squeaks, feeling cold fingers lightly wiggle against the backs of his senstive knees. "Thanks for the information~" Soobin coos. The young theif can't handle such affairs, not when one vampire is tickling his feet and the other his knees. He was a particularly sensitive person, one of his few weaknesses - actually. But even as his begs and pleads become meaningless to his ticklish tormentors, Kai realizes that if he can just squeeze through to the other side... he'd be free.

Easier said than done, though. "Wahahhahahahhahhahaah! P-Plehehehehehehease!! Ihihihihi'll do aahhhahanything!" he begs, pulling his long body along the floor to try and squeeze his way through, the vampires weren't having it. "Easy, mortal, we're just taking care of you as hosts should when one breaks into their home! You can't escape that easily.." Yeonjun titters as he wraps a firm arm around Kai's ankles. "Hyung, I can't reach his knees anymore.." Soobin huffs. "No matter, his feet are still here.."

Kai thought he might as well be going crazy, smacking his hands against the hardwood floor to try and manage the torture being delivered to his soles. From heel to toe to scratching his arches, neither bloodsucker seemed to want to let up. Kai didn't necessarily blame them, he did break in after all. "nOHOOHOohohoo my feheheheheheet ahahahahare so bahahahahad stohohop!! stohohop it!!"

In a crazy stroke of luck, Kai gets so squirmy he realizes his foot twitches and connects with one of the vampire's faces. It must've been Yeonjun, judging by that hiss. He manages to squeeze his way through to the other side of the couch, frowning at how he was left in his socks. Ah well. Going back out the window wasn't an option now, so he'd just have to run. As far as he possibly could. After heaving the oxygen back into his body and still giggling from the ghost tickling sensation against his feet, Kai gets up and makes a break for it down the corridor.

Sometimes desperate times called for desperate measures, but young thieves like Kai were certain that all times were desperate times. If the human had learnt one thing, it would be... "don't sneak into a vampire's home if you're ticklish" because they will catch you and they will make you pay for kicking them in the nose. And that's what worried him as he neared the staircase to the first floor.

"You can run, brat, but you can't hide!"

[atlasnessie]

“YOU KNOW,” YOU LEANED on the door frame with a lopsided grin eating your face, speaking with a bold tone in front of trappola, who was to focused on his hair to even notice you. turning his head from the mirror, ace stiffened, the gloves on his hands stained with a ginger - like color, a brush mid stroke on his locks the same color all stopped moving. 

“you have dye on your neck.” you pushed yourself off of the frame and held your breath slightly and walked in, the strong smell of bleach and hair dye swinging around the large bathroom of the dorm. trappola didnt move, mouth wide as he saw you still standing there in front of him. the phone on the counter buzzed, a text message from cater. the time read 1 : 58 am.

scoffing, he proceeded to continue the handful of hair. 

“my brother used to help me dye my hair, so what if its on my neck ?” the sudden mood change made you laugh. taking gloves from the box on the side and a few wipes, you cleaned up the area, fixing some parts that he had missed. 

there was nothing but small talk during both coloring the hair and waiting, ‘have you finished the homework’ ‘do we have any important tests coming up’ etc. leaning on the large tub with phones in hand, the two of you would take pictures of one another now and then. 

washing and drying made ace become the ace you see everyday, the ginger that always got you into trouble. cleaning up, the two of you agreed to not speak to riddle about any of this, afraid of what he would say. 

exiting the room, ace stopped you by a tap on your shoulder, unusually quiet.

“hey, could you help dye my hair again later ?” sheepishly asking, you agreed, waving him off and biding him good night.

the time read 2 : 41

[friendshapedplant]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dark Souls (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Original Characters, Original Dark Souls Character(s) Additional Tags: Not Beta Read, Original Character(s), Buried Alive, Undead, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Original Character Death(s), Character Death, Hollow Character (Dark Souls), Angst, Shorts, Short, Ficlet Summary:

The best way to put a friend to rest is to bury the Hollowed corpse they've become, Melodie has decided. She spends the night doing so, trying to push past her feelings and ignore the scratching.

[apollos-son]

"Driving Home For Christmas"

🌨️ Chenji

🌨️ 4.4k

🌨️ a fluffy christmas fic <3

🌨️ very cheesy

the link to read it on my ao3 is here

[atlas-library]

Toge has an oral fixation and loves getting throatfucked by dicks and dildos, but there's something about pussies— It's the way he can dig deep inside with his pierced tongue, let his tattoo vibrate with a low hum against the folds, keep licking and sucking as he gets squirted on; he finds it cute and pretty, he feeds off those whimpers, he likes drinking it all like a thirsty man in the desert.

There's something gentle about pussies, something delicate; he doesn't feel the same way with cocks. Sure, he loves them too, he needs them deep in his throat— Make him choke on it, use him as you please, watch as he takes a deep breath with a thick string of spit linking his lips to your glans. Cum in his throat, on his face, slap him as he sucks, slap him with your cock— You could be as soft as you'd like, there's something violent about dicks. He loves it, that's what he's looking for; nonetheless, Toge can't lie and say he finds cocks as delicate as pussies. It has to do with the shaft, the penetration, the insertion inside his wet hole— It makes him moan just thinking of it, but still: pussies give and take a different kind of love, different strokes of the tongue, different moves from his dancing fingers.

[hermit-lover]

PLATONIC REQUEST (If you include any romance I will be sad.) Reader who is adventurous and curious, loving science and fantasy in equal measure—so long as no one tries to misapply them and claim falsehoods are factually true or that stories always need to be scientifically perfect. Intentionally tries to pick up lots of skills. Innocent and childish. Intelligent, but uses internal fact checking to discern lies, which obviously has limitations when trying to determine if someone is lying about *themself.* Reader is friends with Scar and/or Etho. (So, personally, those two are my favorites right now, and I wish I could be friends with both of them. Approximately everyone who knows me in Real Life is unsurprised by this, because both of them are a type of person I like, and both of them have traits I like and want to cultivate in myself. 🤷‍♀️ Or at least, everyone would be unsurprised if I were the type of person to talk about having squishes [that's the word for wanting to be friends with someone, like a platonic crush] but I tend to keep my emotions about myself to myself, so only a few actually know.) Anyway, I think that the differences between Etho and Scar can be really interesting. Of course, you can choose to only include one of them in the resulting Reader Insert story, if asking for two Hermits is too much, or you don't feel familiar enough with one of them to write for them, etc. Other than the Reader being friends with one or both of the requested characters, you can have a lot of free will in the type and genre of the piece. Want to write silly fun times? I'm down! Want to write an adventure piece? Those are some of my favorites! Want to write about Reader helping the selected character(s) (or vice versa?) Sounds good to me! In the mood to write angst or hurt/comfort? I'll accept that too! Anyway, if this was all too long, or too vague, or too dull, or you have any questions—you can message me and ask questions or request that I send in a better request myself! 😅 Thank you for your time, consideration, and potential writing!

Fetching Wood!

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Character: Ethoslab x Reader, GTWS x Reader.

Type: Blurb (~2k)

Theme: Platonic

Summary: Unsurprisingly, attempting an adventure on the HermitCraft server attracts shenanigans.

TW: brief swearing.

A/N: I hope I did your ask justice!! These two are so silly together and so adventure awaits. :)

The chirping of birds drifts through the ajar window, letting in the sounds of morning calamity and the gentle breeze that brings with it the scent of deep woods and dirt. Your cluttered desk stands proudly in front of you, stacks of intricate designs meticulously sketched, bottles of experimental potions, gadgets, gears, suspicious white powder, and ink spattered across the solid dark oak. It was your workshop- or at least part of it. At the moment you are preoccupied from tinkering, rather you squint at the mess of your storage trying to decide what exactly this trip warrants.

You see, your build, a large wizard-esc tower and subsequent dungeons was a rather demanding feat, and with your newfound appreciation for the Nether woods and brick, you needed a trip to Nether.

It was much to your surprise that when casually discussing the idea with those surrounding you, your neighbor Etho was quick to jump aboard. Apparently he too needed a restock on warped logs and mushrooms, and was more than happy to tag along to make the process more enjoyable.

It was always exciting seeing the ivory haired man, so many Hermits (including yourself) looked up to him.

With the whole HermitcraftTCG and Decked Out craze of last season he was a hard man to come across besides fleeting moments in games. You would be lying if you said you weren't eager to impress. Tucking another fire resistant potion (you can never be too sure) you sigh and check the time.

No...it couldn’t be that hour already...

Snatching up your backpack and skittering towards the door of your starter-starter base (something you will be tearing down) you made it out into the grass. You were so smart when it came to inventions you'd think you would be a little more aware of the time- but unfortunately not. Being late was an reality you lived with often. Snatching the reins of your beloved horse Millennium, you place a foot in the stirrup and very nearly faceplant off of the other side of his torso. He lets out a vibrating huff and you pout.

“Cmon, I can't have a horse making fun of me.” You scoff, rightening in the saddle. The horse doesn't comment back, shaking out its mane and beginning to trot. You ease Millennium into a canter, riding with practiced ease through the forest towards your neighbor.

It's a bright and sunny day, the wind whipping across your face and tugging at your clothing where it is free from the confines of your armor. You had asked Cleo and Stress to help in making a perfect outfit to combine the high fantasy of the wizard tower with the stylish ease of a scientist. You say they have done wonderfully. Despite not actually having a tower to call home yet, you were eager to leap into the aesthetic.

Spotting the gorgeous blue ceiling you broke into a grin, pressing a bit harder to have your horse break into a dash. Leaping over a small creave you break into the clearing, spotting the man of hour leaning against the side of the portal- a full one with corners and all of course. He straightens at your sudden appearance, watching you with careful eyes- You stand up in the stirrups, throwing a leg over and slowing the horse to let you jump off. Millennium whinnies and turns, slowing to blink at you. You hit the ground with a small ‘oof!’ knees bending to not topple over.

“Tadaaa!” You wiggle in the ever-corny jazz hands, watching his expression crinkle into a smile. His light chuckle makes you beam in pride.

“Woooow what an entrance.” Etho claps slowly, muffled by his fingerless gloves. It was almost sarcastic but it amused him nonetheless. “Almost makes up for the fact you're late- huh?” He prods, clearly in a teasing manner. You pout.

“Only by-” You check your watch. “Half an hour!” It's defensive, but you stick your tongue out to show no harm.

“Mhm, still late.” He turns sharply on his heels, now facing the portal. “We better start moving so we still have daylight!”

“It’s 9:30, plus we’re going to Hell- No sunlight there.” You quickly tie up Millennium, taking a tic to admire the build. Pacing quickly to catch up beside him, you note vaguely that he didn't move, instead throwing a coy smile (Hermits got used to only reading his eyes) down at you before stepping into the swirling purple depths. It was always nauseating, the world thrown off kilter and shapes fluttering behind your eyes. Then the pure heat- it prickles your palms immediately with sweat and makes you wipe them on your pants as you step out onto the odd red stone, slightly squishy under foot. It was an eyesore as always, the usual red cavern punctuated by glowing portals and scattered cobblestone paths.

“Sooooo.” You drawl, turning to face him- he looks odd in the environment. Pale skin and stark haired reflecting the orangish hues of ever-burning fire. Greens of his outfit reminding you much of the holiday season. “Lead the way captain.” You prompt- the notification of ‘Going deeper’ noting your lack of experience in this particular world. He chuckles, but sets off, picking around fires and large craters. You follow to a tee, analyzing the scenery in an attempt to memorize it for later. You've almost committed this well populated spawn area when a panicked scream breaks through the crackling silence. Jumping out of your skin you launch towards Etho- sword drawn. But that scream…It wasn't a ghast-

“NO NO IM SORRY I KNOW I FORGOT GOLD JUST SPARE A SCAR ONE SECOND!-” Hightailing from around a corner the offender nearly knocks into you, letting out a yelp. Scar’s eyes are wide, his expression that of pure terror, cheeks dusted in the same red dust as the scenery. A tic goes by as you open your mouth to speak, at the same moment he realizes you're friendly, dashing to cower behind you. The sound of a crossbolt loading pulls your attention from the man. The piglin snorts, eyes narrowed in bloodlust, weapon drawn as it searches for presumably Scar. Tattered tunic and scraped golden boots. You and Etho had planned accordingly- a gold dawning his boots as you opted for golden bracers- but a quick glance at Scar confirms he had in fact forgotten. Flicking your sword you swipe at the beast. Blade forcing it backwards. It squeals in surprise, having not seen you as a target. The crossbow rounds to your chest, you brace for pain. Then another blade cuts through the air. The piglin lets out one last squeal as it dissolves quickly into mist. Crossbow and leather toppling to the floor. You let out a breath and look to your savior with a pout.

“I totally had it handled!” You insist, poking him in the chest with a finger. It slides uselessly off of his iron chestplate. Etho blinks at you, then shakes his head.

“Uh no, you were totally doomed and in need of a strong PvPer to defend you.” his quirked head shows his comfortable ease, and it warms you that he liked bantering. Too bad you were about to murder him.

“Oh? Do you know one I can bring next time?” You ask, batting your eyelashes innocently. He gawks.

“Oohhh!-”

“This is fun and all but do you have any food and gold I can borrow?” You had forgotten about him. Turning to Scar you flash him a grin, digging in your pockets for food.

“Didn't expect to save a charming Scar this fine morning.” You chuckle, offering some of the steak you gathered to his shaking hands.

“Well I didn't expect to be in peril- I knew I had forgotten something!” He eagerly crams the food into his mouth, chewing as he talks around the bite. “Good thing Etho came to save me.” It's a tease- but you still squawk.

“hEY-!” The unholy noise grates your throat, and causes him to nearly choke on the mouthful, swallowing hard to avoid choking. His muffled giggles tug a smile to your lips. “You're an ass.” You spit, turning sharply away from him. “And to think I was going to share my bracers. Guess not!”

“Wa-Wait!” Scar stumbles to bump against your back, straightening himself to not invade your space too much. “You wouldn't leave a helpless scar all on his own?” His voice tilts into a whine, widening his eyes to plead. You scoff, gesturing vaguely to Etho.

“You have an Etho, isn't he enough for you?” You snark back, Scar is silent. He sulks to the Canadian, throwing an arm across his shoulder to begin his sales pitch.

“Ethhooo my buddy, you wouldn't happen to have some gold I could borrow?” Scar tries, offering a meek smile to the taller man. Etho hums, tilting his head to peer across the blazing landscape.

“Nope.” He pops the p, eyes squinting into what must've been a shit-eating grin. Scar groans, letting his knees buckle in exaggerated disappointment. Etho shifts to slow his descent, the uniformed man sliding helplessly to the red floor.

“Need me yet?” You call, shifting to spin and stare at the off pair. Scar groans again, but lifts his arms to grabby-hands. Splitting into a grin you trot towards him, sliding off one golden clasp. His fingers barely brush the surface before you snatch it away. “Nuh uh!- you gotta say I’m better than Etho.”

“Hey!” Now it was Etho's turn to protest, placing a hand on his hip. “You can't make Scar lie.”

“Then I guess he won't get any gold.” You shrug, Scar sputters. Using Etho as a pole to claw his way back up.

“Uh- I didn't say that, I think you're incredibly talented and definitely better than any old Etho.” He smiles, flashing his teeth. You hum now, swinging the gold bracer around. Scar winces every time it nearly slips from your grasp.

“Yea alright.” You toss the accessory and he lunges for it, fumbling for a few moments before managing a firm grasp.

“Oh thank you kind and generous-”

“Alright, that’s enough horsing around, we are already running behind schedule.” Etho interrupts, trotting back on path. You groan in childlike disobedience, but follow along. Scar stumbles to catch up.

“What are you guys doing?” He asks, keeping pace but tucking close to the protection of your side.

“Fetching wood.” You answer, giving him a nudge. “What were you up to?”

“Oh! Same here!” Scar answers confidently. You give him a once over. He doesn't appear to have even successfully made it to the biome, judging by the lack of mycelium on his boots. Raising an eyebrow skeptically he chuckles. “Well I was going to…”

“There's always space for another.” Etho butts in, clasping him on the shoulder. “Even if the role is just the goof.”

You giggle, causing Scar to shoot you a glare.

“I am more than just that!- I can be the entertainment, have you seen the most recent news about Mando?-”

You grin, a small excited noise leaving your throat. Etho groans loudly, retreating a safe distance to let you geek out. He knows the consequences of getting too close, being dragged into full body renditions of scenes.

Despite the blistering heat and hostile atmosphere, a few friends never fail to lighten the mood. You always feel safer when tucked between their shoulders, endless chatter filling the air. And maybe some shenanigans and mishaps occur along the way- but that's the fun of HermitCraft.

[xxatlasxx]

KimChay brainrot time here because I have no where else to put it:

I'm a slut for the best friends to lovers trope so freaking much.

Just been thinking about Kim and Chay being in HS. Chay a freshman, Kim probably a Sophomore and just so excited that his best friend is finally in school with him.

They travel too and from school together all the time, hang out all the time, study all the time etc.

Sleepovers are so common, Porsche swears he has an adopted younger brother.

One such sleep over they are rough housing like normal. Kim was teasing Chay about him worrying a teacher has it out for him when the school year just started. Amongst the shuffling, Kim ends up pinning Chay down. Chests heaving, they look at eachother, a strange spark passing between them. Kim with shifty eyes opens and closees his mouth a few times, as if gathering the courage to speak. Finally he asks. "Ca-Can I kiss you?"

Chay, too stunned to speak, slowly shakes his head yes. A deep blush paints his cheeks and as far down under his sleep shirt that Kim can see. Kim hopes maybe he can see how far down it really goes. But first, kissing. They kiss, gently at first, both being inexperienced, not long after they part, breathless.

"P'Kim" Chay whines as he covers himself with the blanket.

"What was that?" Chay's voiced muffled by the blanket.

"Something I've kind of been wanting to do for a while now?" Kim says, voice uncertain.

He pulls the blankets back and slides down next to Chay, who is hiding behind his hands now.

"Uhm, if you don't mind." kim clears his throat. "I'd like to do a little more than kiss you?" kim ends with dragging his finger tips across the exposed skin on Chay's stomach.

[atlas--writes]

Ahh, the fresh small of a new account

Time to make an intro post!

Hey there! I'm Atlas! I'm a 16 y/o from Nebraska!

I'm non-binary trans masc and queer!

I like to write and draw!

Main is @cryptidatlas411

Heres some stuff about me!

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I'd like to get into spoken word at some point!

I like music and video games. I love minecraft and the legend of zelda franchise.

I am in the Doctor Who, Good Omens, and Our Flag Means Death fandoms.

I want to be an actor and/or get into fashion. I'm going to be an author.

Heres some things i don't like!

The cold

If you like or support these dni:

Bullies

Bigots

Dream and dream stans

Trump

The far right

Asks are open and reblogs are appreciated!

(This post is subject to change!)

[the-overanalyst]

it's always so fascinating and heartbreaking when a character in a story is simultaneously idolized and abused. a chosen prophet destined for martyrdom. a child prodigy forced to grow up too fast. a powerful warrior raised as nothing but a weapon. there's just something so uniquely messed up about singing someone's praises whilst destroying them.