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wolven91 · 11 months

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The Predator Café - Chapter 5

The giantess's eyes blinked a couple of times as she seemed to consider how to reply to his question. Pip pulled the t-shirt she had lent him around himself as he sat down, still mere inches away from the tip of her nose.

"Well... where I'm from; it's not unusual for folk to eat a mixture of both meat and vegetables. If ya' don't supplement whatever nutrition one of them gives you ,with something from the other side, we can actually get sick eventually..."

It was as if a mountain had stated it could be toppled by something as small as a stream, the idea that anything could affect his goddess was a concept that he struggled to accept. He still listened, he had to know the important aspects about her if he was to host her at some point; he'd need to know these things.

He lost concentration for a moment at the idea of having her over. First an image of her sat on his dorm room bed, she was his height and alone with him, before the image corrected and he addressed the idea she'd have to eat from the window if she was to come over.

"-so, they probably came about because of this food scarcity, ya' know? Eat what ya' can, when ya' can." He turned back in at the end of an explanation, but he got the gist of what she was saying.

There were stories of how inhospitable their home world used to be. Apparently, people his size, prey or predator, would have had to have a human escort at all times. Whilst they had tamed their world completely, they kept feral predators as pets and couldn't promise that these pets wouldn't brutally murder visitors to the little blue green marble. Still, that wasn’t a problem anymore, not with Sol-3 being a collection of cold, dead rocks now.

Pip's stomach took this moment to remind the both of them that it hadn't had anything to eat in several hours and all the excitement had rendered him quite hungry. He'd come to the premature conclusion that she wouldn't be able to feed him, but with the revelation that the Humans were even weirder than initially thought; his body didn't want to delay any further. Pip died slightly inside as it spoke up to completely interrupt Natasha mid-sentence.

She abruptly stopped, freezing in place, as her eyes darted to his belly and back up to his face before breaking out into playful, spontaneous laughter.

Pip couldn't help but join her. Her laugh was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. Morning bird song would never gold a candle to it nor would the grandest of symphonies match the butterflies it caused to flutter deep within him.

Pip swore he'd do anything he could to hear it again, but right now, perhaps addressing his rather rude stomach would be for the best.

"Wait right there sugar, I'll get ya' somethin' right away. Ma and Pa would kill me if they thought I was starvin' ya'."

Her massive bulk rolled abruptly away from him, her tree trunk legs twisting to catch her. She walked away into another room of her home that he hadn't seen yet. He heard her call back from, what he assumed, would be a kitchen.

"Anything ya' need? I got a bit of everything, just nothing too fancy.."

He replied with; "Any fruit would be nice please? Ah, thank you!"

A moment ticked by.

"Hun'?" She asked peeking her head around the door again.

"Sorry, I said any fruit would be lovely thank you?"

"Oh okay, I just didn't hear ya' love." And she disappeared again, leaving him alone on the bed.

He rubbed his eyes again as he tried to process how quickly his life had gone completely off the rails.

So much for being a respectable Prey.

Glancing around himself now that he had a moment, he looked at the strange plush again. Gathering up his 'toga' around himself he made the hike to the pillows. In all honesty, it wasn't that far to go, it just wasn't an easy amble as the floor moved and dipped with every step.

The plushie was almost a match for his exact height and seemed to resemble a known space faring species, long ears, buck teeth and a comically rotund belly. Pushing a finger into said stomach deformed it readily.

He didn't know how to respond to finding a life-sized stuffed doll of a Prey on her bed. No judgments of course, she was perfect in every way, why would he judge her for whatever made her happy?

But what if that was it? Was it decorative? Was she just talking to him because he was the next best thing? Did she even like him? Was this real?

His mind left to its own devices without a significant source to his happiness, left him doubting everything positive that had happened to him in the last twelve hours. It was an awful trait of his, but without his goddess being present, all the dark and moody thoughts crept back in to threaten the positive ones that she had brought to him.

Pip tried to go through some breathing exercises like he'd been told to do when he began to spiral. His mental health had become such a fragile thing of late.

"Here we go darlin'! Oh, where'd ya' go?" She asked as she strolled into the room holding a bowl alongside a set of clear packages on the other hand.

Putting two fingers in his mouth, he blew hard, releasing a clear whistle that brought those eyes back to him instantly. A relieved and warm smile broke out.

"I think it's time I put a bell around ya' neck or something. I'm terrified imma' step on you or somethin'."

'I'd willingly let you put the collar on, if it would make you happy.' Pip thought silently to himself.

She placed the bowl next to him, near the pillows and laid back down on the bed on her front.

She placed the two other packages down next to her.

The bowl contained a pile of red pitted fruit that Pip had never seen before. They had been cut up and on review were dry on the outside with a juicy inside that left red stains along the sides of the white porcelain. Her food however, gave Pip pause.

One packet seemed to be individual lumps of a white solidified paste with green or red herbs sprinkled on top, while the other was evidently something made of meat. Multiple overlapping circles of thinly sliced blotchy red meat.

"Ah, ya seen it. Well, here's my question, if ya' don't mind answering it. Can you handle me eating meat in front of ya'? If ya' can't, I don't mind none, but I need to know now before I end up upsetting ya' in future."

She extended a finger and using a knuckle brought his head up to meet her eyes.

"I need honesty, now hun'."

Pip blinked and swallowed past the digit holding his head up. She was trying to think about him, she was concerned and conscious about how her own eating habits might affect him. Nobody had worried about that in the past; he'd been present to gangs of predators tearing into what was obviously once a living breathing creature whilst he'd been sat there with neither a care nor a glance at him or his feelings.

He felt…

He felt seen by her, like she wasn't just pretending, like he was just as tall as everyone else in the world when he was under her gaze.

"It's okay, I trust you." He whispered.

In hindsight he wondered if she'd even heard him, but she nodded and her knuckle released his chin, but her fingers gently stroked his cheek before they retreated and she grabbed the edge of the plastic wrapping. With a violent jerk and a tearing noise, a spicy rich smell emanated from the meat.

He had no desire to try it, the thought made his stomach roll like normal, but it didn't smell bad. The 'white-lump' package was opened next. Pip, not wanting to be left behind, reached into his bowl and retrieved a large chunk.

He wasn't sure just how hungry Natasha thought he was, but the small pile of diced fruit was almost as large as he was. If he were to eat all of this, he would technically be more fruit than Chintian.

'Maybe she's fattening me up...' he mused as he tentatively took a bite of a reasonably sized piece. It was sweet, incredibly sweet. His cheeks hurt from how sweet it was, but this of course, did not stop him from taking a second bite.

"What is this?" Pip asked between mouthfuls, mentally noting that he probably needed to wipe his mouth.

Natasha paused in her actions as she was about to drop a lump-wrapped-in-meat package into her maw.

"Strawberrys! My family grabbed a whole bunch of seed packets during the evacuation. They send me care packages every now an’ then." She explained before popping the red parcel into her mouth and began to chew it.

“Them there is prob’ the most valuable thing’ I got here.” She admitted with a shrug.

Pip couldn't help but stare. He was confused how they would develop to handle everything. Was there anything they couldn't eat? How were their teeth set out? It was like finding out that gravity was optional.

He had so many questions.

“What have you got?”

“Pepperoni and cheese, or close ‘nuff”

There was a lull in the conversation as Pip watched her.

She was staring at him too as she slowly peeled slices free from one package before picking up a white lump and rolling it up in the meat with a practised dexterity.

"You're staring hun'..."

"So are you." He replied, immediately pausing to apologise for his curt response, but she giggled with her mouth full.

"Mm, I think, mm.. just a sec'."

A swallow.

"I think we need to get our curiosity out the way, what do ya' say?"

Pip paused as he finished his own mouthful.

"And how do we do that?"

She held up a finger to emphasise her idea, it was stained orange with grease. He watched her lick it clean before she continued.

"We take it in turns to ask questions. One at a time, no judgments and full honesty. Thoughts?"

A chance to ask any question he wanted? What would she want to know? What if it was embarrassing? What if she didn't like his answer?

'Lie' a oily dark corner of his mind suggested.

Pip couldn't do that to her, not just morally, but he honestly felt like he would wither away under her gaze if he deliberately misled her.

"No judgement?" He enquired.

She blinked slowly as her head tilted to the side with a smile and her shoulders slumped as she relaxed;

"No judgment. Honestly babe, I don't think there's anythin' ya' could say that would shock me."

"Okay, full disclosure." Pip agreed, oddly feeling like he'd just signed a dubious contract.

"Full disclosure then, do you wanna' go first?"

"Er, no. L-ladies first, please."

"Ever the gentleman, ya' lil' cutie. Okay, this one's been burnin' at me since I learnt about it. How come ya' all call yourselves 'Prey'?"

Not how he thought the questions would begin, he wasn't even sure if he was understanding her question right, so he started to explain slowly.

"Well, it's because we're not Predators? I mean, aside from Humans being weird and all that, if you're Prey, you're a Prey, if you're not, you're a Predator?"

"No! I meant, like, is that not a negative thing? Why would ya'll put ya' selves down like that?"

It took a moment for Pip's mind to jump from one train of thought to another.

"Oh! Oooh! I see what you mean! Oh, this is good that you asked, you'd look a bit odd if this came out in conversation." Pip stepped around the bowl as he began to explain, using his arms to emphasise his points. His nervousness and subconscious desire to keep the bowl between himself and Natasha was forgotten at this moment.

"So that way of thinking is considered archaic nowadays. Way back when it did have those connotations there were plenty of Predators who used it as a term of insult or to put people 'in their place'." He said, creating air quotes with his fingers before continuing.

"After the war it was re-examined and it gained a new meaning. Rather than referring to something weak, it was used as a symbol of pride; a mark of resistance and resilience and coming together. The Predators had this too, but in a different manner, they weren't to be referred to as if they were feral drooling monsters, but proud and brave creatures that could use their strength to protect those who couldn't."

Pip shrugged and made a face as he conceded; "Sure, there are those who still use the words with the old inflections and meanings behind it, but they're an old and dying breed. Racists like that always die out eventually, it's just a shame they make so much noise before they go extinct."

He didn't want to talk about the rumours and the missing folk, not yet. He wanted to impress the Human with their respectful ways for each other, not the criminal element.

"Okay, your turn." She pointed out whilst putting another lump of food into her mouth before resting her chin on her hands, staring at him. Pip felt it should be more off putting to be stared at in that way, but he just didn't feel as scared as before.

"Okay, my question, err... why the Café? You could walk into any job within reason just for the sake of being Human, take into account how you seem sharp to me, I bet there's not much you couldn't do?"

She 'hummed' and thought for a moment.

"So, I didn't know where I wanted to go or even what I wanted to do. If I’d stayed at the station; then chances are I would have ended up as a 'Robot Wellness Monitor' in one of those god-awful warehouses." Her nose crinkled at the thought, Pip assumed it wasn't a pleasant role.

"But then we weren't stuck there. The TGC just up and let us travel an’ we suddenly could go anywhere we wanted and not only just survive but thrive on alien worlds far beyond what we ever dreamed."

She had slowly drifted away to look off into the distance at this point, but her eyes came back to Pip.

"I let fate decide where I was to go." She said mysteriously, 'which fits her to a 'T'' he smirked to himself.

"I got on the first transport I could after securing this place. It only took a week of travel, I honestly thought it would take far longer so I could get to know folk and develop an idea of what I wanted to do. But I ended up sat here with some coupons that ya' government gave me to tide me over and a complete and overwhelming sense of being hopelessly lost.”

Pip tilted his head up at her;

“Lost?”

“I was so desperate to get away I hadn't really thought about what I'd do. I didn't realise how easy it was to get a job out here was though, ya' government even offered to put me in a couple of glorified mascot suits. Eventually I just went for a walk to get some air when I saw the Café."

She laid her head on the bed on top of her hand, now she looked at him from below, he remained still as he patiently waited for her to continue.

“I thought it would be perfect to meet plenty of new people; I could get to know the staff, maybe make some friends. Turns out the first customer I got to stay and order was the best I could have hoped for. I kinda' hope he wants to be friends with me. I'd like that; it's lonely out in the stars.” She said as some of her hair fell over her face, a smile lop sided smile had grown on side of her lips..

“I think if they were smart, they'd want to be friends with you too Natasha.” Pip said at barely above a whisper.

“Your turn hun'.” Her smirk developed into a full smile. Was her face going red?

“Did you not get any friends out of the staff? I thought the Predators all stuck together?”

She gave a half-hearted smile;

“They were nice, don't get me wrong, but they were so intense all the time. It's like they just didn't take a breath, ya' know? I doubt any of 'em would be chill to get a beer with.”

Now it was Pip's turn to smile ruefully; “Yeah, that's what a lot of Prey 'folk' say about them. It puts us all on edge. It's like you're expecting them to snap?”

A broad grin from her again;

“I know, right!? Well, I think I want to know a bit more about you Pip.”

He swallowed as he sat down crossed legged and steeled his nerve.

“I'm yours to discover. What would you like to know?”

“Hey that's a question!” she teased, breaking Pip's serious expression.

“Okay, so, I know what ya' look like, but I have no idea; what are ya' Pip?”

“I'm a mammal.” He offered uselessly.

She fixed him with a penetrating stare through her eyebrows.

“Okay, okay! I'm a Chintian male. I'm 20 and I'm currently trying to get through college to get a glorified engineering degree. My kind hail from a savanna-like planet called 'Cinroul'.” Pip counted his points off his fingers as if checking bullet points off a list.

”We are an extremely social species, being on our own is very unhealthy for us. Our families are typically numerous, my own currently sits at around 150 cousins or nephews at last count. I can confirm; It is pure hell when we meet for a family gathering, especially for whatever poor unsuspecting town we settle on to descend upon!” He joked.

“Honestly, what you see is what you get. I can't talk for the rest of my kind, but what am I in particular? I'm... I wasn't in the best of places the night I met you, but now? What I am is grateful you wanted to talk to me and that you let me stay over.” He finished deliberately meeting her eye. He hoped he would impress upon her the depth of his meaning.

“I'm not sure how to word my next question... How- Are Humans Predators?”

“Ooh, a good one. Yes, but also no.”

“Perfect, thanks.”

“Oh shush, I'm trying to figure out how to explain it to ya'.”

Pip licked some of the strawberry's residue off his fingertips, wholly dyed red.

“Okay, so we started as 'prey' to a degree. But we figured out how to hunt in our own way? We have characteristics of both groups. Even as kids, we play 'hide and seek', you could interpret that as children acting as both prey and predator in practice. If we see a shadow overhead, we'll look up to see what it is, is that us checking for danger? Do Predators do that?”

Pip didn't answer but conceded the point to her, it was odd for these traits to exist within someone who just 'looked' like a Predator.

“I don't get it though, your eyes are forward facing? Even without seeing your teeth, that's a pure sign of being a hunter!”

She shrugged into the bed; “I don't know what to tell ya' hun'. You'd need to talk to a biologist or somethin'. And my teeth ain't nothin' like the proper Preds. My back ones are flat.. ish.. they're for plants and all that.”

He didn't know that, he hadn't the opportunity to count her teeth yet and whilst he trusted her at this point, he still didn't feel the need to ask to see them.

“Can I touch you?” She asked quietly.

Pip looked up as his train of thought derailed completely.

“I.. er.. you've already touched me?”

“I meant, I want to feel ya' fur, I've picked ya' up when I've needed to because ya' said I could and I had to, to fix ya' issues at those times. I want to know what ya' feel like without me holding ya' or nothin'.”

He hesitated. Impossibly, he hesitated despite this being a lingering fantasy at the back of his mind.

“Okay.”

Her arm extended from her side and her hand approached from above. Her index finger was lower than the rest as she brought her whole hand down towards him. He tensed as he felt her get close, before a soft, warm pressure touched the top of his head. It trailed down the back of his skull, past his neck and down his back. It pushed the t-shirt downwards without effort as she traced his whole spine before stopping just before his tail.

His whole body shivered.

“Can I touch your tail too?”

He felt bold, bringing the sensitive appendage round into his hands;

“That's a second question... “

Her hand dropped onto the bed behind him. She wasn't touching him, but she was surrounding him none the less.

“Go on then hun', make it a good one.”

“W-why do you like me, Natasha? I'm glad you do, but.. we're.. we're very different. You could be friends with anyone, you know?”

He worried himself with his tail, avoiding looking at her.

“Because ya' were honest, Pip. Intentional or not, ya' can't hide what ya' feeling, I can see what ya' emotions are from just lookin' at ya' ears, ya' tail or how you scratch at ya' neck or arms.”

She sighed through her nose before continuing.

“Back home, I didn't have a great taste in guys, I trusted 'em, when I should have run. Then here's a guy who's as transparent as they come, but he's genuine. He's not human, but what does that matter? I've only known ya' a blink, but I honestly think I can trust ya' Pip. I want to trust ya'.”

“You can Natasha, I want you to know; there's not a lot I can do, but you can rely on me. I promise you...”

“I believe you honey. So why do you like me then?”

Pip smiled as he met her gaze this time.

“You treated me like I was the same as you. Like I was a Human or a Predator or-or-or someone tall.” His words failed him briefly before he picked his thought back up.

”I wasn't... I wasn't 'me' when you looked at me. I suddenly existed, Natasha, because you could see me. My life is one of being unseen by most people because that's the way of things. I don't know anyone else who makes me feel like I matter like you do when you look at me. It's not just an acknowledgement that I'm there, it's like you breathed life into my life again.”

He couldn't stop the words once they started to flow. He thought back to the grey world of his life without her. He had to express what she meant to him, honestly and completely exposed to her.

“When you're in the room, you're the whole world. I-I don't know how else to explain it.”

She was silent for a moment and a second one too. Her hand came round and gentle fingers worked their way under his arm, running down his forearm and wrist to grasp his tiny hand in her massive hand.

“Please understand; that ya' perfect Pip. Don't ever wish to be different, ya' as perfect as they come honey. I didn't know that you felt that way about ya' self babe and it's not healthy.”

“I know... but that's not.. it's not something you need to worry about. I'll be fine.”

“Friends worry about friends Pip; I'm not going to let ya' work through this on ya' own.”

He couldn't say anything, he felt a lump in the back of his throat and all she did was lay there rubbing her great fingers back and forth across his arm.

She didn't rush him or judge or make light of his struggling to get himself back together.

He didn't know how long they were there like that until he felt like he could survive meeting her gaze again. But she was still there, eyes filled with naught but care and support.

He gave a smile of his own that reached his eyes.

“I think we need to think about getting some sleep hun'. It's been a long night and while it may technically be 'morning', I think it would be better if we just lay here for a bit.” She suggested as she stopped rubbing his arm, but kept her hand directly next to him.

He lowered his arm on top of her hand as he nodded;

“I think that would be a good idea. I kind of need noise though, do you have a television we can put on quiet?” He asked hopefully, it was one of the few ways that put him to sleep without fail.

“Of course, let me just clear this stuff.” She collected the remnants of the food packages and bowl placing on her desk before turning on the screen that was attached to the wall above the desk and flicking through the channels.

“-Now with additional benefits!”

“-ain't big enough for the two-”

“-napping of an unidentified male-”

“I aim to misbehave...”

“Oh, this one is a fine show to fall asleep to.” Natasha stated putting the remote down on the bed and clambering back onto it with Pip.

He settled himself leaning against her pillow at the top of the bed with Natasha resting her head on the pillow proper. She had removed the plushie, she had said it was a 'rabbit' that was a gift she had kept since childhood and never really wanted to be rid of it. Pip thought of the coincidence of its appearance, but didn't dwell on it.

It didn't take long before Natasha's breathing became deep and even, this gave Pip a rhythm to listen to, which slowly lulled him to sleep.

His slumber wasn't uneventful however; his dreams were ones of running, of trying to keep up with Natasha as she walked away from him along the surface of his home planet. No matter how fast he ran, he couldn't keep up with the colossus.

He woke with a jolt as a hand landed on top of him snapping him out of his distressing dream. He had slipped down from the pillow so he was flat against the mattress now. Looking to his left he saw Natasha was still sound asleep but her hand had landed on him and had gripped slightly. He placed his hands underneath himself and attempted to extract himself from her grip.

This caused an immediate response as she gripped tighter before rolling towards him. It was quite intimidating watching a wall of giant fall towards him, but she stopped and merely pulled him towards herself in her sleep.

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Natasha rested soundly as she held her favoured 'rabbit' to herself like she did most nights.

#conservationverse #cuddleverse #human #hfy #haso #humans are space orcs #chintian #chipmunk #size difference #sizeplay #sizetumblr

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youngpettyqueen · 10 months

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I could use a distraction too tbh so if you're in the mood for it: something with Charles and Hawkeye and hurt/comfort with either of them experiencing some non-dangerous pain (hangover, migraine, muscle cramp etc etc whatever sparks joy)

yesssssssss

Hawkeye woke up with a migraine. This isn't a common occurrence, but it's also not unheard of. His usual solution is to get a shot of morphine into himself as quickly as possible and hope for the best, but today it seems to have hit with all the speed and force of a truck on a highway, rendering him very nearly immobilized with pain.

Charles ended up getting him the shot. He's not a monster, of course he was going to help. He's also not unsympathetic to Hawkeye's plight, having suffered a few migraines himself when he first transferred here.

(He also just hates seeing Hawkeye in pain, not that he'd ever admit to that.)

So, he gave him the shot. Promised to check on him later, and thought that was the end of it. This was foolish, apparently, because before he could move away, Hawkeye had him by the sleeve. And, well, he couldn't exactly yank him down, but he did tug on his sleeve. Very pathetically and very insistently.

"Stay." Was all he managed to say.

So if anybody asks, Charles will be telling them Hawkeye strong-armed him into the cot.

He's lying on his side, and Hawkeye's tucked up against him with his face buried deep in his chest. Charles has managed to get the blanket over both of them, and he's maneuvered his robe to cover Hawkeye's face, offering him some more shelter from the daylight. Hawkeye's arms are wrapped loosely around his neck and he's got one arm around him in return, though with the other he's holding a book. One of Hawkeye's, the first non-pornographic book he found within reach. Some sort of detective noir.

It's not particularly entertaining. But it's better than nothing.

They've been here for about 20 minutes. Fortune has been kind in that it's a quiet day, no wounded expected. BJ had stopped by after breakfast to see what was keeping his tentmates, and had a grand old time very quietly teasing Charles while Hawkeye apparently slept right through it. BJ did, however, promise to keep Potter out of their hair, so he didn't hold a grudge.

Charles is skimming a passage that's going into far too much detail about legs, of all things, when Hawkeye stirs for the first time. He pauses in his reading, glancing down at his sleeping companion.

"How's your head?" He asks quietly.

"Splitting." Hawkeye replies, miserable and muffled.

Charles frowns. "I can't give you more morphine," He tells him, "Not yet, anyways. Do you want water?"

Hawkeye's arms tighten around him. "Don't go," He groans, "Don't... don't go."

Charles sighs quietly. "Alright," He agrees, easier than he's ever agreed to anything, "Go back to sleep. It'll help." He advises.

"Can't," Hawkeye mumbles, "Hurts too much."

Charles lowers the book. "You haven't slept at all?" He questions. Hawkeye makes a weak affirming sound, and he lowers his book, "You've never had one this bad before. Maybe I ought to take you to post-OP." He muses.

Hawkeye's arms tighten even more. "No," He protests, "Post-OP's... bad. Too bright."

Charles can't really argue with that. Still, he doesn't like the idea of just lying here doing nothing while Hawkeye's sleepless in agony. "I'm going to try something," He tells him, "If it doesn't work, I'm taking you to post-OP. You can wear sunglasses."

"I'll throw up on you." Hawkeye warns, though he sounds like he may be threatening him.

"You can certainly try." Charles replies, unbothered. He puts the book down and brings his hand over, slides his fingers into Hawkeye's hair and cradles the back of his head. He knows where Hawkeye holds his tension, can feel the stressed line of his neck, the rigid, hunched shape of his shoulder riding up to bump into his wrist. He presses in firmly, moving his fingers in slow, steady circles.

The reaction is immediate. Hawkeye groans again, louder, though this time the relief is obvious. He sinks into Charles, tension melting off of him as he practically liquefies. His shoulders sink a tick, his hold loosening slightly as he just... lets go.

Charles scratches into his hair, keeping the pressure steady. "Better?" He asks.

Hawkeye just groans again in response. Like an old cat purring away. He squeezes tighter again, but this time his shoulders don't hitch up so much.

Charles can feel the harsh line of his neck giving way bit by bit under his hand. So, he keeps going. Hawkeye stills completely after a few minutes, and still he doesn't stop.

(If he ends up dozing off with his hand still in Hawkeye's hair, well... that's his business.)

#mash #fic bitching #shorts #charles winchester #hawkeye pierce #otp: and their sons #anon I hope this was a lovely distraction for you cause it sure was to me #inspired by the fact ive had many headaches lately #giving Hawkeye what I wish I had #this was lovely to write ty for the request!

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twistedtavern · 1 year

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Another reverse au interaction or continuation? (I like the reverse au)

It has been EONS since I have received this ask, but now I know exactly which of them shall be tonight's Mother of Fucker. Idk this is kinda more of a character introduction than anything.

CW: Yandere, I tried to salvage this irreverent/sarcastic Yuu but idk if it worked, reader is Yuu, canon-typical racism, canon-typical Sebek slander, murder/execution mention, LIGHTLY IMPLIED planning of genocide, implied abuse

You swore today was going to be a normal day when you woke up.

You had awoken, got ready for your inevitably exhausting day at NRC, and the moment you were about to be on your merry way, you were greeted by none other than Lilia Vanrouge and... Sebek with his hair down?

Lilia explained that apparently there was a second Sebek running around, this being the second in question, and long story short he was dumping Diasomnia's 6'2 crocodile surplus on you.

And as Lilia left, you could see for the barest second that this strange other Sebek looked back at him with the shiftiest eyes you had ever seen. Even Jamil, pre ass-kicking, looked less shifty than this rat bastard who had been placed before you, but everyone in this school was either shifty or a rat bastard or very much both, so he fit right in.

The differences from the Sebek you were used to were minute, but noticeable. Most apparent was his hairstyle, not overloaded with gel to keep it upright, and instead left to hang down. Funnily, it almost made him look like a completely different person. The front of his blazer was buttoned up completely, and the ribbon signifying his dorm was missing, as well as the golden pin to go with it. If it weren't for the bright green magestone, you wouldn't have been able to tell he was even in Diasomnia.

You blinked owlishly up at him, and he looked down at you before promptly looking away and bowing his head, as if to avoid eye contact.

" Greetings, prefect. I don't want any trouble. Just say the word, and I will leave," he said simply. He raised his head again, still very pointedly not looking you in the eye as his gaze scanned around Ramshackle. He seemed quietly surprised by his surroundings.

You looked at him in confusion, deciding to just be a polite host, " Uh... No, you're okay. You can grab a snack and sit down, if you want. I don't have a lot of movies, but I've memorized the passwords to Cater's streaming subscriptions."

His voice suddenly changed as a faint confusion ghosted over his features before being replaced by a polite, small smile, " Ah, forgive me. It seems you are quite different from the Ramshackle Prefect that I have been accustomed to," he bowed halfway at the waist, one arm bent behind his back as the other reached to gingerly take your hand in his and raise the back of your palm to his lips.

Hearing Sebek's boisterous, proud shouts replaced by a low, dulcet tone as his gloved thumb traced over your knuckles rendered you speechless. You could only blink through your sheer lack of comprehension. You were being handled like glass, in stark contrast to the occasional times your usual Sebek would unceremoniously pick you up by the collar to plop you down wherever he saw fit.

The subtle tilt of his head and his half-lidded eyes sent a whirl of the most baffled butterflies in Wonderland alight in your gut as he finally looked into your eyes. Sebek... kinda looked good with his hair down... That was all you would say. You dumbly looked up at him as he stood at full height again, your hand still over his. His smile returned as he saw your expression, and he spoke again.

" I am Sebek Zigvolt," he placed his other hand over yours, and don't think anyone d been this blatantly into you since your last conversation with Rook. " I am honored to be your houseguest."

" O-Oh. Thanks...!" you squeaked out.

His expression became gentler, if that was even possible, and he continued, " Pardon my ignorance, but what is your name? I'm afraid I've never heard the housewarden of Ramshackle referred to as anything more polite than the Prefect, at least from Dawn Phoenix College."

" I'm Yuu. I'm not much housewarden as I am the only non-cat to live here, I guess," you paused as his words fully registered in your brain, " Wait- Dawn Pheonix? I've never heard of that."

The... transfer student(?) looked puzzled, " It is the school attended by His Highness and Grand General Vanrouge," he seemed somewhat... irritated having to say it, a shocking development, given that the Sebek you knew made his downright worship of the former a good three-fourths of his entire personality. " But it appears as if this place can boast that same accolade."

" Yeah. This is Night Raven College. Where's Dawn Pheonix located?" you asked. You were usually tasked with being the resident helper, so you began to naturally slip into that mode.

" Sage Island, if memory serves," he mused, before coyly smiling at you. You felt his hand move from covering yours to... holding your chin up?!?

" If I may, I must admit I do enjoy this Night Raven College far more."

You froze at the contact like you had been raised in a nunnery, and you felt your face heat up. From your throat came a noise like the peep of a tiny bird, and you immediately turned your head in embarassment, squeezing your eyes shut. He chuckled, and-

" THAT IS QUITE ENOUGH!!"

A large figure came between the two of you, a heavy hand over your face shoving you back so hard you fell square on your butt, and the push from the other hand hardly made your companion stumble back.

Sebek, your Sebek, had suddenly arrived, here just in time to give you your daily headache. He turned to yell at you, but your attention caught on the expression of the second. The other crocodile turned to look at him with a sharp, silent stare, green eyes wide and pupils slitted. It was almost startling, how his demeanor changed from gentle and flirtatious to seething anger barely being restrained.

You expected him to do something, but he stood completely still, gaze locked completely on the yelling guard as he scolded you about propriety. What surprised you was yet another complete 180 in tone, an amicable smile to rival Kalim's appearing on his face as he set a hand on your frenemy's shoulder.

" Come now, brother! It's just a mere human. I see no need to bother."

Sebek whirled around upon feeling his touch, still scowling. " Then just what were you doing, TOUCHING them like that?!?"

Not-Sebek seemed completely unbothered by his words, " Ah, don't be that way! I was just having a little bit of fun. It wouldn't have gone much farther, I assure you."

This statement angered both Sebek and you, the heat on your cheeks increasing in intensity from your embarrassment mixing with newfound indignation at his implication that you were "just" some human toy he could have "fun" with. Sebek opened his mouth before you could, " HOW DARE YOU? The prefect is NOT some- S-Some PLAYTHING!! They may be a puny human, but they can't be that easy to string along!"

You scoffed in offense as you looked at both of them, and you saw the cornered half-fae's gaze flit towards you for the barest second before his smile faded slightly. His eyes narrowed somewhat as he looked at Sebek, " And what's got you so interested in what I do with them? To think, you'd be keeping His Excellency waiting so."

Sebek's attitude changed in an instant. You facepalmed while Sebek squawked, " T-The young master?!? He's waiting?!?"

Not-Sebek nodded and tutted at him with crossed arms as if disappointed, " Since you seem so concerned about this human, I had naturally assumed you would be here. I was sent to fetch you for urgent business, since we all know just how much you are relied on."

" WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME WHEN I WALKED IN?!?" he all but screeched, before darting out the door, " I'M COMING, MASTER MALLEUS!!"

The remaining first-year snickered wryly to himself as his adversary practically disappeared into thin air, muttering to himself, " Works every time... boot-licking sucker."

He turned to you, his self-satisfied sneer pulling the exact same disappearing act when he saw your expression. With a face like he had been injured, he dropped to one knee before you, holding his head low and crossing one arm over his chest.

" I beg that you forgive me. You are my gracious host, and this is not the first time I have had to utter such slanderous lies in front of a crown loyalist. It was done for the sole purpose of preserving your safety," he said with as much of a smooth, even tone as one could while simpering on the floor.

You gawked at him, still angry, before speaking your piece, " My safety? In front of Sebek?? The greatest threat HE poses to me is rendering me deaf! I'll tell you one thing, and it's that this school is full of two-faced con artists, and I'm sick of it! I'm sure as hell not gonna have one staying in my dorm without proof of improvement!"

He looked up like you had struck him. You pointed firmly toward the door, " Go! Go on back to wherever your overgrown lizard prince is skulking around! Shoo!"

You saw the green locks lower again, hiding a sharp-toothed snarl and brightened green eyes as the crocodile fae bristled at your rejection. His hands balled into white-knuckled fists as his face became politely remorseful, and he stood up. Not-Sebek looked at you with mournful, yet determined eyes, " I will give you the proof you desire as soon as possible, honored housewarden."

" Good for you, now get!" you huffed.

He bowed his head once more before leaving, walking out the door just like his counterpart.

Once he had walked far enough away, a rage overcame him, dead silent and blazing. Not towards you, an innocent human would never earn his wrath, but towards that disgusting, dirty sympathizer that had interrupted his time in your presence. Finally, someone else he could truly dedicate his cause to, and yet, through pure meddling, he would need to get back into your good graces.

" ...to the gallows... no, the guillotine."

His words came out in a growling hiss, swearing his revenge... just another head to put on a pike once the time was right. Once the dragon falls, it'd only be a matter of time until his circus of a court will follow at the hand of the future Lord Zigvolt, dragon-slaying usurper of Briar Valley, and the last remainder of fae blood.

A glittering hoard, a towering throne, and the corpses of every fae in the Valley rotting on the outside just as within... A crown on his head, just like it belongs. A shimmering ring on your finger, just where it belongs. All of it, his dream, the thing that made everything worth it. Every straining smile, every time he was forced to say "human" as if it were a dirty word, every time he'd seen poor Silver limping through the halls at another ungodly hour.

Some day, it all had to come to an end... Didn't it...?

#reverse twst au #reverse!sebek #HOLY SHIT I ACTUALLY WROTE SOMETHING #twst au #i am NOT putting this bastard in the general Sebek tag

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obislittleone · 2 years

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House Of Memories (39/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader

Warnings: angst, fluff if you squint, more council abuse

Summary: Ahsoka Tano has been expelled from the Jedi Order upon suspicion that she was the one who planned the bombing on the temple. You and Obi-Wan go to the trial to see what happens.

A/n: ouch... just ouch. next one i'm writing currently and it's hurting me-

also y'all if you like the story, maybe consider buying me a coffee :)

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You were not supposed to be out of bed for another day, although you felt fine and did not see a point in the med droid's useless instructions. You refused to be kept in the apartment by your lonesome while everyone went to the trial.

Apparently, the near week you spent on a diplomatic mission, massive findings about the temple bombing occurred, such as suspects, devices, and even separatist involvement. Ahsoka had been the one to work most of it out, however, upon 'some wrong place, wrong time' scenarios playing out, the council was quick to blame her for having a hand in the actions. Go figure.

You knew Ahsoka would never do anything like that, and that there had to be someone framing her to cover their tracks. Too bad the council was so pig-headed, and unwilling to listen to even some of its own members. Obi-Wan was prepared to stand up for Ahsoka and make a case for her to be excluded from the investigation as a suspect entirely, but unfortunately, they had rendered him useless yet again on recount of removing himself from the investigation days before. His lack of involvement made it so that he didn't witness all the outcomes firsthand. Anakin had, but of course, the council treated him about as well as they treated you.

Upon learning more from the clues they had been given, they decided it was best to expel Ahsoka from the order until the case was terminated, with her being proved innocent. She was to stand trial against the republic, being represented by the only senator who would take her on, and she was proud to. Padme Amidala would defend Ahsoka Tano in this trial of which she knew she was innocent. The facts had been stacked against her, and every card seemed out of her favor, but everyone who knew Ahsoka, anyone who had trained with her, fought with her, or even had a simple conversation with her from time to time, knew she was not to be blamed. It was so out of her character to even think of committing such a violent and horrible crime, much less against her own people.

You wanted to go to the trial, to stand as guard by Padme and to show your support for a fellow Padawan. You just about hated the council by now. There were a select two members you could exclude from your loathing, but even they were powerless to stop this madness. The numbers were on the opposing side, with Mace Windu for the instigator, as always.

"I'm fine," you noticed it stung a little to walk as you tried to pass Obi-Wan on the way to the door. He was rather keen on your getting well without any bumps in the road, say perhaps, because you got up and started moving when you weren't supposed to. "I need to be there."

"She knows you're on her side, my love," he tried to gently usher you back to his bedroom, hoping you would accept his efforts and go without a fight. "She also knows you were badly injured."

"I've been through worse," you reminded him, and he recalled the events of the day he almost lost you forever. He didn't ever want to see that day rehash itself again. "I'm going."

There was little he could do to stop you, now. He knew you were right; you had been through worse, and often times kept fighting through it.

"Well, don't try and outwalk me, you aren't going alone."

He made it to the entranceway before you did, pulling your cloak from the rack and wrapping it around your shoulders, allowing your arms to enter the proper sleeves before he paused, looking down upon your face, still stern from the argument moments prior, but softening as he took each cheek in his palms. He smiled and shook his head before pressing a kiss you your nose. It was cute, and his beard tickled, as it was getting longer again. He always looked at you with such pride, and you wondered what he could possibly be thinking. Of course, since your signatures are practically bound for all time, you could simply tap into his mind and find out, but you didn't want to intrude. He trusted you more than anyone in his life, and you would never do anything, even accidentally, to break that bond.

He pulled your hood over your head, and again kissed the top of it, right by your hairline. It was a small and usual sentiment, made nearly every time you left the apartment together, and yet, you would never get used to the feelings it protruded inside of you. You wouldn't be able to stop smiling afterwards, and as you ventured into the halls, everyone seemed to think you were in an incredibly good mood. Perhaps to them you seemed a rather cheery person, bright as you entered the room. Today wasn't as bright, though. The smile lasted all of but a few moments before you remembered where you were going, and under what circumstances.

"What will happen to Ahsoka if she loses the trial?" You were uncertain of how your friend would get on without the order. Like you, she had been brought here at a very young age and grew along with the teachings and training of the Jedi. The temple was her home, as it was yours, and you knew she would never do anything to destroy or even deface it.

"The republic will have to decide her fate, the order has since lost jurisdiction over her now that she's been expelled. I've tried my best to find other witnesses from the day it all happened, but I've been rather unsuccessful. With all the evidence stacked in the republic's favor, I fear what she may endure," he replied, stroking his beard, keeping his pace steady beside yours, which was only a small bit slower due to your healing process.

You turned to look at him with furrowed eyebrows. He'd spoken of witnesses, as if he hadn't known a very crucial part in this.

"Didn't Anakin tell you?"

"Tell me what?" He stopped in his tracks and faced you, ready to hear of this information which had apparently been passed over his head in the few hours it came about.

"He's gone to find Ventress. If he can get a recorded confession, that would be enough to save Ahsoka, wouldn't it?"

He widened his eyes at hearing that his former Padawan had gone away from the temple yet again without telling him. Why did he not tell him things like this anymore? He had deemed it necessary enough to tell you, but not him.... strange.

"She has the reasoning; her agenda has never ceased to be in alignment with the Sith and Separatist plans. It could be enough, but I highly doubt she will give herself up to the republic for the sake of an innocent Padawan," he stroked his beard and mimicked your stance before shaking his head and turning back to walk. "She'd sooner die then help a Jedi's cause."

You heaved your shoulders in a sigh, following him down to the elevator, the trial would begin soon, and you wanted to be there when everything went down.

Standing for hours at a time was taking its toll on you, and you regretted choosing not to sit in the stands with everyone else in the court. Obi-Wan had tried to offer you his chair on the balcony, but Mace Windu found it unacceptable for a non-member of the council to take a seat where everyone could see. Mace knew of your injuries, and he knew you were still recovering. When Obi-Wan tried to reason with him over it, his response was 'If she did not wish to stand, she would have stayed in the temple.'

You assured Obi-Wan you would be fine, although by now you'd gotten a bit tippy on your feet. You glanced at his chair longingly, wishing you'd been so lucky as to acquire one. Your gaze moved to his lap, where he sat upright, legs spread and arms on the rests beside him. If it weren't for the council, you'd be sat there right now, letting yourself rest from the constant standing that had continued for hours. You had to widen your stance to keep from falling over. Your footing and balance had not been the problem, but instead the weakness your body was still enduring. You did your best to keep alert, because the contents of this trial were becoming even more important with every second passed.

"The members of the court have reached a decision," one of the judges stood to his feet in the balcony across from the one you resided in, now.

This was it. This was the time you'd been waiting for, the outcome on the verge of being spilt and yet, you could not bear to hear it. You knew already that they had found her guilty. In the eyes of the republic, she looked incredibly incriminating, someone vile with plans of destruction. Not Ahsoka, never Ahsoka.

Chancellor Palpatine arose from his throne like structure, receiving a data pad with the transfer from the judges.

"Ahsoka Tano," he began, his voice echoing in the large court for everyone to hear clearly, although you were a bit distracted when you sensed a familiar presence coming near. Anakin... "by an overwhelming count of-"

"Chancellor!" And not a moment too soon, the voice of your old fellow Padawan was heard, interrupting the announcement of what you were sure was Ahsoka's certain doom.

You smiled, knowing he'd done it, he'd found a way to prove her innocence, although being trailed behind him was not Ventress, but... Barriss? Surely, she wasn't the one behind all of this. She had such strong beliefs in the light, and hated violence all together, even when used for defense. You'd not known her very well, she was closer to Ahsoka's age group when training with younglings, although you'd had a few encounters, all of which showed nothing hostile or even aggressive from her nature.

"I should hope you have a reason for bursting in on our proceedings, Master Skywalker."

The Chancellor spoke as if he was full of obnoxity by the intrusion, but really, anyone could see by the look on his face that he was intrigued by whatever the young man had discovered.

"I am here, with evidence and a confession from the person responsible for all the crimes Ahsoka has been accused of," he stepped aside, letting the sentinel guards reveal the Jedi who stood among them, her head dropped in shame and regret. "Barris Offee, member of the Jedi Order, and traitor."

The crowd gasped out in surprise, but all those in favor of Ahsoka sighed breaths of relief at hearing the news. Anakin was reliable, you knew he'd figure it out, but did he always have to cut it so close to the end?

"Barriss, is that true?" Ahsoka sounded devastated, perhaps even more so than she would have been had the court rendered her guilty. They were good friends, you'd seen them together often, if only from afar. You couldn't imagine the betrayal she must have felt, first from the council, and now from an ally, or something she thought was one.

"Tell them the truth," Anakin looked at the traitorous Jedi with narrowed eyes, his patience for her existence wearing incredibly thin.

You took a few steps closer to the edge, knowing the council was far too invested in this development now to care if you were seen with them. It wasn't like you were the one on trial here.

"I did it," she began, her tone starting as if she was apologetic, but soon turning for the worse when she continued. "Because I have come to realize what many people in the republic have come to realize. The Jedi are the ones responsible for this war."

That statement struck a nerve with you... the Jedi have always taught you peace and harmony for all the years you've been in the temple, but then they would send you on endless missions, acquiring violent strategies on how to defeat the enemy, and take their forces.

"We have so lost our way that we have become villains in this conflict, and we are the ones who should be put on trial... All of us."

Again, you heard her words from a personal view. As someone who has seen first-hand the council's ineptness to make proper decisions based on real morals, and the way they fought with great effort to keep themselves as soldiers in this war, you could agree that it had gone way too far.

"My attack on the temple was an attack on what the Jedi have become: an army fighting for the dark side, fallen from the light that we once held so dear. This republic is failing; it's only a matter of time," she finished her speech in a blaze of glory, and though it had resonated with you, you were happy for it to be over. It was giving you far too much to think about and not enough time to process.

As someone who'd danced with the dark side on several occasions, you knew what it wanted, what it craved. Chaos, it craved chaos. This war was chaos, and the Jedi Order wasn't doing anything to stop it, only feeding it, more and more until it grew to the size and stature of a universal conflict. It would not end until the Jedi withdrew themselves, and that was something you could be certain of. Win or lose, the republic relied too much on the Jedi to defend them, making them the generals and commanders of their army that had long since been created for them.

"Such incivility," Master Mundi shook his head, ready to put the girl in prison and bring about the next thing of importance on his daily agenda.

"She's right," you whispered, but given that you stood now between Obi-Wan and Mace Windu, the latter snapped his head up to find you, looking down on the scene with a sorrowful look on your face.

"What did you just say?" he was ready to hash out another round of insufferable confrontation, but you weren't focused on him one bit.

"She's right. We're only waging for this war, not fighting against it," it was spoken softly, and the sincerity you held in your tone shown him you were deep in thought. Even Obi-Wan was concerned over your words. He had done his best for all the years of his life to do what was right, but now he didn't know what that was. Whatever the force led him to, that's what he wanted to choose.

"You'll be wise to keep your opinions of this matter to yourself, lest you end up in her position."

His threat did not go unnoticed by Obi-Wan, and since you stood between him and Master Windu, he grabbed your hand out of sight. You knew it would never come to fruition; you would sooner leave the order then let the council keep wronging you in the way they wronged others. It would not continue; this horrid cycle of treatment would end today.

"She makes a point, we have fallen from the true teachings we once cherished," your master spoke up beside you, dropping your hand before anyone saw it connected with his. "Perhaps in order to prevent future catastrophe, we should look into making things different."

Mace would ignore his suggestion, and this argument as a whole. There was really no need for it to happen right now, or at all. If it came up again later, it should be dealt with in an esteemed manner.

"Take her away," Chancellor Palpatine waved his hands, and the girl was taken out of sight.

You wondered if she would be imprisoned, or put to death, as the penalty would have been had Ahsoka been found guilty. Only time would tell, but you didn't have time to waste.

You wanted to see Ahsoka.

You would categorize your three least favorite feelings in the world as follows: when you thought that your master, as well as the love of your life was dead, when you nearly turned to the dark side and left the teachings you grew up on, and when you'd been made to sit outside of the council room while important meetings were being held without you.

The third one happened so often you figured you should have become used to it by now, but you couldn't. It was just as nerve wracking and anxiety bringing each and every time.

It was now, that you had been stopped at the door, and not been let in to hear what was to become of Ahsoka, that you truly pondered why you even stayed. Why did you continue to let them walk on you, disrespect you, and treat you as if you were mud on their boots? You worked tirelessly, using the powers they taught you to wield, and for their bidding. The mission always came first.

You had been feeling for a long time that the force willed you elsewhere, but you couldn't seem to gather the courage to just leave. You'd never been given that push, but when you saw Ahsoka walk past you, out those doors on her own, and without her sabers or head chain, you knew she was through. Just like you were about to be.

"Ahsoka, wait."

She turned to face you, a sad smile adorning her lovely face. She figured she would be saying goodbye.

"I take it things didn't work out," you knew that the way you'd described it was an understatement, but it was all you could say.

"I can't stay here. Barriss was right, the order has changed so much, and I don't want to be a part of what it becomes from this war."

You dropped your head, understanding what she spoke of more than she could have thought you would. You knew that as long as the council members controlled the ranks, and as long as the war raged on, the Jedi Order would continue to become more corrupt until there was nothing left but a pile of rubble, where the skyline of Coruscant split in two.

"I'm coming with you," you said, looking her back in the eyes as they widened in shock.

She never could have believed that you would want to walk away from the Jedi, the only place you'd even known. Though she was young when she was brought to the temple, the people of her home world still loved her, and looked upon her as one of their own. You didn't have a home world. You weren't born on Mimban, no one usually ever was. You had no family, and no one to look upon you as their own. This order was what you strived to be a part of, training since you were a youngling to become one of the greatest the galaxy had ever seen. Why would you want to throw that all away?

"You can't be serious," she shook her head in disbelief. It didn't seem right to her that you wanted to come along, although it was truly what you wanted.

"I am, I'm sick of putting my life on the line only to be turned around and treated like a doormat. I've been walked on for the last time," you confessed, your tone becoming overwhelmingly intense while you thought about the council, still in the room behind you, ready to deal with you as soon as they were ready. They wouldn't get the chance.

"Could you really leave, though? What about Obi-Wan?" she kept her voice down, although you were alone, the hallways of the temple were known for echoing even the gentlest whispers into the air.

Obi-Wan....

"I'll be fine on my own, and I can still see him as long as I remain on Coruscant," you explained. This half-assed plan was not very well thought out, and to be quite frank, you were making it up as you went. You were never impulsive, always thinking things through and finding the best solution, but here you stood, lightsaber in hand, about to throw it all away.

"You would never get to be with him the way you are now. Think about this, it doesn't sound like you."

"It doesn't sound like you either, Ahsoka. If you leave now, you'll be on your own. If I come with you, we might make an easier time of it," whether this be the will of the force or not, you had the urge to go, to turn and never look back.

She was conflicted. It would be nice to start over in the galaxy separate from the Jedi, and if someone was there to navigate the new territory with her, perhaps it wouldn't be so bad... but she knew it was selfish to want you to leave with her. You were being impulsive, and dull minded with making such a quick decision. She knew there was only one way to get you to stay, and though it would hurt to say goodbye, she wanted you to keep going on your path, the one that would lead you to greatness.

"Talk to him," she said sincerely, nodding towards the council room which had yet to adjourn. "If you decide to leave, I'll be in the alley by the station till tonight. If you don't show, I'll know you chose to stay with him."

She turned without another word and walked away. The doors to the council room opened, and Anakin ran after her, but you stayed put, thinking about how you would even bring this up to your Master.

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changelingsandothernonsense · 1 year

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Wip Whenever the Day of the Week!

So last week I finished two renders Woo! This week we have two new arts that I'm starting (4 technically but you know, just sharing the personal work) and some writing (I did share this to discord but I'll throw this in here too). Tagged by @paraparadigm @mareenavee and @friend-of-giants

If you wanna do it too then go ahead! Everyone's already shared by the time I get to mine (14 hours ahead, 24 behind XD).

Art First!

Relates to the fic I guess. It's fun, I draw birds! There's a time difference!

The rest is under the cut!

Now for writing.

So I power smashed out a chunk of a chapter from Teldryn's POV yesterday. He's waiting and he's bored and he's in his head, so is someone else. Some of you have already seen it, and some not. There's a fight scene that I'm, in the middle of which I'm not ready to show yet but have this.

The bastards took his keys. Both of them, right from his pack. The bastards just kept coming. The last two weeks had been truly unrelenting. He’d hit Sigrun’s men at the barrow, then near the Telvanni stronghold, some even managed to make it as far south as Fort Frostmoth after that woman from the Netch had cleared the entire place of ash spawn and undead. All by herself too, not a single guard had accompanied her according to Geldis. Though Teldryn was certain the old fool was exaggerating, that place was infested with those disgusting things. They regularly assaulted the Bulwark, each attack taking out more of Veleth’s guardsmen. Teldryn smiled to himself, he had his opinions on their competence, and it wasn’t flattering. He’d told Veleth as much during the last assault and was once again met with the old guard captain’s gruff indifference.

So, she was better than a few guards? Who cares? He did, apparently. He’d been ruminating over their encounter for the last two weeks. He had made an utter fool of himself, completely blew it. Fuck! He actually stole from her! And he didn’t regret it either, she had good shit. Besides, he needed it more than she did… not to mention he was certain she was after him, the whole situation just didn’t add up. Gods, why was he thinking about this? Why did he care?

He fiddled with one of his rings under his gauntlet. The one with the misspelled engraving that he never bothered to have fixed and felt sick to his stomach. Guilty, he still felt guilty after all these years. He wanted to drown that feeling out again, but he couldn’t. Not yet, not when he was supposed to be watching the shore for more of Sigrun’s goons.

He was distracted again, he was always distracted. He wanted to pace, scratch at something, anything to get his mind off of him. Two hundred years and the pain still felt so raw. Does it ever end? He started fiddling with a loose thread on his scarf, unravelling it until a new hole was created. He’d fix it later if he remembered. Probably not. By Azura was he bored! The bastard said that his companions had set up again by Bloodskal Barrow again, but they weren’t there! He wanted that lizard that took his keys! By Boethiah he wanted his head on the end of his sword! His gauntlet caught alight; he was getting angry again. Good. Good. It was better than his perpetual wallowing. He was productive when he was mad, could get shit done! He threw the fireball that had formed at the ashen sand, it solidified under the intense heat. The cracking sound was awful but it was something.

He can’t sit still. His head felt itchy, and he ran a gauntleted hand through his hair. He needed to cut it, or at least shave the sides down again. He didn’t have his things. He needed his things!

Fuck where were they? Teldryn lay back hard, causing a small bloom of ash to raise around him. His hair fell in his eyes and he lazily brushed it aside. He stared up at the sky, it was now well past sundown, an aurora danced above, its green and violet symphony drowning out the stars. It was almost romantic if he would allow himself to think of such things. A bad idea.

So he tried to clear his mind and concentrated on the light lapping of waves on the shore. Those distant groans of netches further down the beach, the soft sound of booted footprints in the ashen sands.

Teldryn sat up to get a better look around, he could make out a figure about half a klick downwind of his position. Bonemold, one of Veleth’s boys on patrol? No, he’s too far away from town. He watched the lone guard as he sauntered along the shore. The guard sat on a log, his back facing Teldryn and pulled something out of a small sack that he couldn’t quite see. Food? Most likely. Teldryn felt his stomach growl and he fell back onto the sand. He’d forgotten to eat today, didn’t he? It was a habit he’d developed a long time ago. Easy when everything tastes like the ash of Red Mountain was swirled in a salty brine. It no longer brought him any joy. Still, his mouth watered. If those bastards didn’t show up soon he’d have to go bother Geldis again. He was out of food, he’d been out of sujamma for days as well. Gods was he craving that! Anything that could drown him out really. His fingertips itched and he pulled off his gauntlet with his teeth. It was that fucking ring again! It was too tight. It was never meant for him. It was his. He couldn’t get rid of it! By Azura had he tried, it was a part of him now. He should never have put it on! He held the ornate shape of it between his front teeth and gave it a light tug, relieving some of the pressure.

“Stop it!” “No, you parasitic fuck!” Teldryn growled under his breath. He tugged again. “That won’t work.” “Try me!” he growled, yanking at it harder this time. The force hurt his teeth. “Quit your incessant whining and listen.”

Teldryn stopped for a moment and listened. Chattering, no, no yelling! He glanced over towards the spot that guard should have been. He was on the ground, surrounded by three heavily armoured Nords, one pulling the sword from the guard’s back, but was unable to make it budge. Teldryn snorted, idiots. You stick a sword in that part of the armour and you’ll lose it. It was a quirk of design that he never quite understood, though it had been explained to him often enough.

“To your right.” Teldryn moved his gaze away from the guard and towards the Barrow. A boat and several more armoured men hauling gear out of it.

Oh, it’s on!

Teldryn grinned wickedly and sprang to his feet. He pulled his discarded gauntlet back on and threw on his helmet, scarf and goggles hastily, he was itching for another fight!

#wip games #tag games #weekly wipings #My art #serious mistakes #teldryn sero #sydari aralen #skyrim #dunmer

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I noticed Allius is in the Render band with Galvar and Vita; does this imply Tantalus and Marcus might reconcile at some point? Or is this entirely unrelated ( Tan doesn't actually have to have anything to do it, to be fair)

Tantalus has nothing to do with it at all, Allius was put in fahrar by his mother Igna after Tantalus was already supposedly 'executed'

Allius has no idea his father is even alive, Marcus never tells him either. Doesn't really matter to him though because Uncle Marcus is way better anyway.

Time to go grab a scenario from my story.

Marcus continues wracking his brain, and then it hits him like a punch to the gut. His brother, the one who was executed over four years ago. With a serious expression on his face, he looks to the Primus. "…Tonold, do you know who Allius' sire was?"

The cub shrinks back when he hears this, all he's ever heard of his sire was bad things, terrible things. Now he's worried that these heroes are going to look down on him because of that, his stance closes back up again.

The Primus grumbles, crossing his arms and tilting his head. "Hrrmm. He was not a good charr, I don't believe the child is fond of his sire so I don't think it's necessary."

"No, it's- I promise, this has nothing to do with how I feel about Allius. I'm more than happy he's in our cubs' warband, I just need to… To confirm something." Furyclash assures, while his mate looks aside to him curiously, not knowing what's on his mind.

Tonold sighs, he guesses he can relent. "Very well. Allius' sire was Tantalus Locksmith. The news got around over four years back, the poor cub wasn't even born yet-"

"Tantalus?!" The Lightbringer blurts out, he can't believe it, this cub is actually… His maw agape as he glances down to the cowering child, the similarity is all too apparent.

"Tantalus? isn't that…?" Nastazya questions, the surprise is almost as strong on her visage. Of course she knows, she's been mates with Marcus for years, she knows his blood.

"…Yeah, he's-" Furyclash steadies himself with a deep breath, what a turn of events. "Tantalus was my brother. Clement Forktail and Unglot Fearripper our parents. Which means…"

The realisation sets in Tonold's face, what are the chances of this, the fact that these cubs all joined in a warband. "…Allius is your nephew, as well as Vita and Galvar's cousin."

"WHAT?!" Vita and Galvar simultaneously shout out, looking between each other and then to the red-furred cub. The three are all related? They can hardly believe what they're hearing! Patia and Lorranu both also look equally as shocked, while Allius just stands wide-eyed, gaze darting around to everyone.

Nastazya glances up to her mate's gaze, then down to the red-furred cub. "This is… Not something I expected to learn today. I suppose that makes me your aunt, huh?" She says, quite jovially.

"And me your uncle." Marcus kneels down, gently placing a paw on the boy's shoulder, he could see earlier how the child reacted to the talk of his sire. "You listen here, Allius. Whatever Tantalus did, it doesn't matter to you. You're not him, you are your own charr. I won't ever see you lesser just because he was your sire. Alright?"

The red furred cub meekly meets his uncle's gaze, it's strong yet comforting, he nods in response. Still struggling to speak, but he's grateful that these heroes are so encouraging, that they don't judge him because of his father's criminal history.

"That's a good charr, you keep your cousins and your friends safe. You can achieve a lot with magic, just like I help Naz on our adventures." Furyclash stands back to full height, hopeful that his words can give the nephew some good motivation.

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #charr #Allius Stormrender #Tantalus Locksmith #Marcus Furyclash #answered

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holyalto · 2 years

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♡ A Sims Tag! ♡

This is from ALMOST a year ago. I seen it in my drafts so it's getting posted NOW because I'm finally playing the sims again lol.

Show us a rendition of yourself in your own art! Can be anything! Sims render? Random stick figure? Picrew? Go nuts! (Just be sure to tag the artist if you use someone else’s picrew!!!!) Tag the blogs you want to know, and don’t be a dick that’s it! Also, feel free to answer as vague or in-depth as you want. And if you don’t want to answer a question for any reason just don’t vibe with it! Skip it if you wanna!

(original tag by morgynemberisagenderfluiddaddy and the original post is here. i was tagged by cosmiksims, thank you!!)

1.) Do you prefer to be referred by your name or blog name?

either one is fine with me! i go by my nickname on here anyway. my full name is mercedes. :)

2.) Where are you from?

ohio. i have never tasted anything except corn and chocolate covered blobs of peanut butter in my life. someone please help me.

3.) Do you have pets? 👀

yes! my fiance and i have quite a few. we have a cat named tiramisu, a guinea pig named cookie, a bearded dragon named borris, a leopard gecko named anubi and a florida king snake that i call roach because i can't pronounce his real name <3 (and i don't like him rip)

4.) Tell us about your “dream.”

i just want to be a good mother, partner, friend, family member, stranger. that's it. i know it's very simplistic but that's my dream. i want to be a good person.

5.) Aside from art, what are your hobbies?

my 'art' is playing the sims apparently hahahaha. uhm, i like other video games as well. more simulation management style. things like software inc, jurassic world evolution, project highrise, tropico, ANIMAL CROSSING EEEEE, etc.

6.) Does anyone irl know about your blog?

my fiance! he called my bee legacy 'fan fiction' and i nearly died.

7.) Do you know anyone from your blog irl?

nope.

8.) What are some fun facts about you?

i own every animal crossing main game. i still play pokemon go everyday. i have a six month old son who is VERY cute. and i'm turning 22 next month.

9.) What’s your day job?

i'm a stay at home mom :)

10.) What’s your aesthetic?

uh!! next question because i'm just... slob trait lmao

11.) What kind of artist are you?

i actually went to graphic design school. college sucks hard when you're mentally ill tho lol

12.) How did you get into your form of art?

art - wattpad. i was 12 and started making book covers for people haha. i got really into photo manipulation after that and took that as my focus in vocational school and then went and did about two semesters of it in college. sims - i was 11 and wanted the paranormal pack. my mom went out and bought it for me because i begged for it for days. i played with it daily and eventually collected all of the sims 3 packs except for the last one. it took me a long time to switch to sims 4 after release because i was stubborn. i bought it like four months late, opened it twice, hated that i didn't understand the controls, and refused to play it again until a few months later.

13.) What do you watch/listen/read/anything else while you create?

youtube mostly, in the background. a lot of flabaliki/simssupply and buzzfeed unsolved because i love them and their dumb faces so much.

14.) What meme would you use to describe yourself?

probably the 'not a thought behind those eyes' tiktok audio

15.) If you were on the run, what would you change your name to?

why would i just give away information i may need in the future

16.) Have you ever or do you want to change blog names?

yes! i want to but i have some cc that uses that name. so i'll stick with it.

17.) God forbid Tumblr decides to pull a MySpace and lets us have page songs, what song would you choose?

i would simply delete my blog.

and now, the tags. only if you’re comfortable though! ♡ just tagging the people i see most in my notifications. don't feel pressured <3 @almost-spring @coatedinhoney @whyhellosims + absolutely anyone else. just say i tagged you.

#taggame #tag game #saviorhide

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@stingslikeabee asked:

That had been the last time Melissa had dinner at what used to be one of her favorite places in town - she couldn't possibly continue to enjoy the food after the treatment Ryuji received from one of the security guards. It had been so blatantly racist - so vile and uncalled for - that the heiress found herself slapping the man out of instinct.

It was ridiculous, in a sense - the ex-yakuza did not need protection, particularly not from her (who clearly would have been in trouble if not for her surname and the identity of her father); but her blood boiled and actions took the forefront of her brain, demanding some sort of justice for Ryuji.

Not satisfied with the slap alone, Melissa then threatened the guy - they had just lost a high-profile customer, she was reporting him to their boss and no one should ever address her boyfriend with that tone again. The heiress then proceeded to kiss the bodyguard, long and adoringly, before pulling away and taking him by the hand to go inside, although much of her appetite was lost.

"I am sorry about these dickheads," she said at first, looking up at him when she felt calmer and able to speak again - but stopped herself before they made to the actual restaurant lounge, staying in the middle of a hallway to just look at him and gauge whether he was feeling okay, "I'm never coming here again after today. But..." the brunette bit her lower lip then, looking slightly flushed - but only minimally, the tint of her cheeks gone as fast it came to be replaced with a small smile, "I'm not sorry about the kiss. In fact, I wouldn't be opposed to doing it again... If you wanted to."

WHERE IT CAME TO THE ABUSE HURLED HIS WAY on the basis of his appearance, the bodyguard was no stranger to it. He'd stood out like a sore thumb back in Japan ( although the position and namesake he'd held there kept plenty mouths shut ), and again in the U.S.. He would be an outlier wherever he would go, it would seem; a persona non grata through and through. When it came to the states, however, people there were more bold, less adverse to causing a scene, and often times he would find himself on the receiving end of snide comments and remarks that he knew better than to start anything over.

But although Ryuji knew not to act on that urge to shut people up with his fists ( especially with him on the job ), it wasn't often he followed that better judgement — but Melissa was far quicker to act than he had been on this occasion. He hadn't so much as had the chance to open his mouth before the audible SLAP had resounded through the stiflingly tension-thick air, ultimately stunning all parties involved into silence.

The former dragon had seen Melissa get worked up often enough ( although never on the basis of his honour ) to both know that she had a real knack for punching up, and that she would follow through with her threats. As though he hadn't been stunned enough, it was what came next that left Ryuji rendered speechless. He had been pulled down before he so much had the chance to react, cheeks flaring a few shades more pink as their lips met in a dramatic show to spite their aggressor. He said nothing when they parted, dumbly allowing himself to be dragged along into the establishment — what was there to say when his mind had yet to catch up with what had happened.

It wasn't until they had reached the hallway that the matter was finally addressed, and where Ryuji, uncharacteristically abashed as he were by the display, had the chance to register the train of events. He blinked owlishly at the confession, swallowing thickly, and as her words processed, scratched the base of his jaw where facial hair framed his face.

. . . He never had been a man of words, but rather, one of action. That much was apparent in his manner of response: words may have failed, but the way in which he ensnared her waist with a broad arm to pull her to him again for a second kiss should have spoken volumes. Uncertain and inexperienced, but impassioned nevertheless, soft laughter following as he drew back.

❝ ⸺ Y'ain't gotta fight for my honour to kiss me, y'anno. ❞ He joked, but even despite having seemingly found his tongue, that pinkish hue dusting his face lingered. ❝ I can take care of it next time. ❞

#stingslikeabee #》✱ ⸺ stingslikeabee ;; ( VERSE ;; BODYGUARD .ᐟ )#》✱ ⸺ ( IC .ᐟ )#》✱ ⸺ ( ASKS .ᐟ )#i reply to this months later #i missed them #racism tw

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DAY TWO!!! Okay sooo have you ever thought about how evan's life played out in stga? Like in ttdl he's obviously not going to die because of regulus's change of plans and everything, but if I'm remembering this correctly, I think he died in a fight against alastor moody in canon

Did he also die because of moody in stga? And if he did, what do you think his thought process was when he decided to fight him? Unless moody just. Killed him easily without a fight breaking out. Did anything interesting happen during evan's life?

Also: Did he have any specific thoughts towards regulus throughout the years in stga? We know that he knew him when they were very young, because sacred 28, and that reg hung out with him and barty once at the Black Lake when they were second years (chapter 11 of stga). But eventually regulus stopped bothering with building connections with the slytherins. Evan was still in the slytherin quidditch team while reg was in gryffindor's, though, so they probably saw eachother from time to time when the two teams were playing against eachother

Also, this scene when they were sixth years (chapter 37 of stga):

"I'll save the distraction maneuvers for Slytherins," Regulus says.

"I'll take what I can get," James says. "Go for Rosier if you can, yeah? Apparently he said something nasty to Chen in Hufflepuff about her mum."

Alright, so House Rosier seems like it is not a good candidate for Father to approach about staying away from Voldemort. That means they definitely need to get the Bulstrodes to compensate. But it also means that Regulus has his target for tomorrow.

Rosier was in his network, a while ago. But the war breaking out has rendered that network pretty much meaningless anyway, and if Rosier's picked his side, then Regulus's time is better spent not trying to stay acquainted. They were never really friends, anyway, so it's no great loss. "Let Rosier know someone in Slytherin was talking behind his back about House Rosier throwing money at all their problems to hide the fact that they're terrible at magic, got it."

(It doesn't matter if it's true. It only matters that it would make any Rosier with the tiniest amount of pride in their family seethe with anger.)

Marlene grins. "Oh, he's going to murder you."

"He can try."

Do you think that evan still thought that regulus had the best hair out of all quidditch seekers afjsbsjs

Unless he only thought that in ttdl because he saw regulus more often + he has a crush on him. And I also don't remember it getting mentioned what happened during that match in stga. Did regulus end up actually saying that to evan? How did evan react? What happened after? I think it's funny and interesting to know fjsbsjs

Sooo yeah today's ask is about stga evan!!!! (+what he thought of regulus) afjsbsjsb

Goodluck on your assignments!!!

DAY TWO!!!!!! in keeping with the trend, this post ALSO got long, so there's a lot under the cut

in canon, yes, evan is killed by moody (and i think it's after the war ends - this is when moody is tracking down death eaters and ig evan goes down fighting)

hmmmm i haven't really thought about his specific fate - i think he still became a death eater and probably survived the final battle (which means he had to find out about barty's death oh noooo). with regard to what happened to him after that, i could see it going a couple of different ways - the way that i write the rosier family, evan would definitely have the resources to avoid an azkaban sentence in the same way that lucius malfoy did, by claiming to be under the imperius and hiring a really good lawyer and maybe bribing some people ajflshgkshfk

so then the question is whether he WOULD, or whether he'd once again go down fighting. and honestly, i think it might be the latter - imo, for evan, joining the death eaters was how he was going to Do Something with his life, and then it. doesn't really pan out. like yeah he survives the war but barty's dead, bellatrix is dead (i fully believe fanatical-blood-purist!evan and bellatrix would have gotten along like a house on fire), regulus black and lily potter basically crushed voldemort like a bug, and just. things aren't looking so great. so i could very much see evan having a 'fuck it' moment and initiating a fight against moody because wtf else is he going to do

at the same time, though, if evan's family got involved to preserve the life of their heir, then they might stop him from doing that, and he'd do the same thing that lucius did - evan is very much Not Interested in going to azkaban, which sounds distinctly Not Fun, so he wouldn't plead guilty. but like, he'd be pretty directionless after that

(but i think he'd be Highly Entertained by the revelation that regulus black then proceeded to confess to using dark arts in front of literally all of magical britain, and maybe decide to throw his weight behind legitimizing that, because it's a different way of accomplishing the same thing that the death eaters were working towards, minus the blood purity aspect)

with regard to what evan thought of regulus: since regulus is a marauder in stga, i think evan's opinion of regulus when they're younger is along the lines of 'decent enough on his own, complete nuisance with his brother et al'. he does still think regulus has the best hair of all the hogwarts seekers but he has not voiced this opinion because regulus is a Gryffindor and that would be Treason (they can be acquainted, but when it comes to quidditch, they MUST BE ENEMIES)

as time goes on, regulus gets deeper into the militant blood traitor side as evan gets deeper into the militant blood purist side, so then regulus gradually becomes 'that one marauder in my year' to evan (although i don't think he'd be referring to the marauders as the marauders, but like, that friend group) - so, definitely a thorn in the side, but not evan's One True Rival or anything like that. just someone he used to be kinda-friends with who then grew into someone annoying and, at times, infuriating, hair aside

JFSLGHSKDFHJKKL what happened in the match is that regulus just kind of hovered by evan, got his attention, made his Infuriating Comments, and then ZOOMED away laughing as james promptly popped up and intercepted a pass in the moment that evan was distracted by overwhelming fury and a desire to chase down regulus black and strangle him. (which he never would have managed - regulus can fly like a snitch, which renders him very difficult to catch)

later, emma was like 'evan what the fuck how did you fumble that pass' and evan was like 'that was NOT MY FAULT black had it out for me' and emma heaved the world's biggest sigh because this is unfortunately not the first time that regulus black has wreaked havoc on her chasers. it's just one more hazard of playing gryffindor at this point

but i think if evan found out post-war that regulus was the one who killed barty then evan would pretty much hate him on a personal level forever - bellatrix was an incredibly important death eater so if the order won of course she was going to die somehow, but evan would take regulus killing barty really personally

which could potentially be a great vehicle for angst, if evan's contributing to the whole 'legitimize dark arts in britain' thing post-war and THEN finds out, and the subsequent fight sends regulus into a tailspin because guess what, he didn't really process the fact that he murdered barty! BIG OOF

#finished the body of the lit review!!#i may pivot to working on my problem set instead of doing the intro and conclusion #because i have until tuesday on the lit review #should i make an inbox tag #set those ghosts alight

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incarnateirony · 2 months

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Man. Just thinking about how ridiculous this flight of the crackbear has been.

When she attacked her way into this reverse bear trap, she proudly wore the stolen glamour of a 2001 anime octopus jibberish joke stolen as story her own, retold from her misunderstanding until embarrassed off it. The shop had been given as "priestess of Hermes" so-attached to the squid nonsense, and she had to be peeled from that squid nonsense for weeks.

In that time, the greatest game begins, right down to the screaming lady in the football field on queue with her red eyed friends, and those later to come. And as her tendrils rip from one embarrassment, she unwittingly rebrands as BTV Digi Witch. The commentary of this to become increasingly apparent as Claude dances at the edge of madness and memes.

Picking up a red warning sign left in the minds eye of those nearest to her and selling it, she goes, Oh, I Realized I Was On The Wrong Path And Someone Was Influencing Me.

However, she does not admit who that was, because of what is happening. And in not confessing and looking at that, or the screaming, she looks about and goes, Who Am I?

Distantly, she hears me, and Claude soon to be developed, screaming Maya, Cowardly Maya. Naturally, she mishears it as Mara, a penis, but we don't have time to unpack that additional dong.

And so she slipped on a long warned wet bear skin rug again, and posts on; her inner logic brain 'helps her with shadow work but sent her to therapy'; she will not onboard this meaning because of what it means of the truth with me. The Leviathan she put on her altar, the snake of shadow, is leading her shadow work. She is not onboarding what this means. What any of it means.

She already crossed that point a while ago. When she said, "I think I'm on the wrong path," she was already starting to ask Who, but did not know Where to look anymore, and thus clung to the anchors made loud.

It became, oh no, all these other deeply important entities in my life, all of them. She was a priestess of rumpocky jibberish hermes but all the other toys, like athena who only comes up once on search when she reflected about her logic brain the nights I started remote charging Athena my own way, or Loki any given night. All of them, always important, always deeply integrated. So you only believed yourself a priestess of hermes when charging people with my stories?

Why then should you, he, or anyone, believe in anything you say about anything you ever believed, cocaine bear?

So she ran from story and branding first, and label again, and tried a few angles of her own tale to justify only to render it worse, and found herself wordsmithed into such a hole in this beautiful game of minecraft that she was booped into purple cat confessions and she finally surrendered the shell she pumped out past words on. One, at least. But a surrender of words no less, since I'd all but taken them, as she tries to cling to mine, and she's trying to find ways to ward that off by hiding her words rather than facing or speaking truth.

But at the end of the day... she's going to be the one left with those questions for a handful of months self enacted. And the magical fallout, and the psychological fallout, and most toys of hers will never be the same to her when she looks at them, and we both know that, don't we?

Probably should have turned around at the other realizations, dove. Why, you'd still have your blog and your faith.

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But no, no NASA Artemis is covering us throwing Apep at the Eclipse. I'M PISSIN ON THE MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON

#Youtube

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its 4am so i need to log OFF and go to BED but my mind is spinning with dishonored dishonored dishonored. this game really meant the world to me when i was... fucking... 18 years old lmao wow. i'm really not very far at all, i have just made my way to Claring Blvd, but some thoughts, i guess:

for a game that came out on consoles in 2012, it looks amazing. the stylization aged very VERY well even if some gameplay elements didn't. (and to be honest, the gameplay isn't as clunky as i was worrying it'd be.) (i do think there must have been a better, less confusing button mapping option for sneak-stabbing vs sneak-choking.)

i still love how beat up everyone's faces look in this. though, the women could stand to be more beat up and have more varied face shapes. also the NOSES

forgot that literally everyone wears pants because apparently skirts and dresses don't exist in the dishonoredverse? at least not in dunwall. which seems very fitting tbf.

the amount of thought and depth poured into the lore of the world dishonored takes place in, the amount of WORLDBUILDING, when you never even leave the walls of dunwall, is still one of my favorite things about it. i think the writers in charge of the flavor text strewn about as notes and books did a good job giving all of these details that flesh the setting out but still leave so much mystery that could be expanded on.

i love the atmosphere obviously but i love the just, entire atmosphere around the whales in this universe, their place in the world and its foundational myths and religions and the economic exploitation, everything it symbolizes for THESE ancient, magical leviathans to be brutally killed en masse to be rendered down to oil and heretical charms. and it reminds me yet again, of the common fanon of pre-DH2 fandom, where the outsider was a whale, or something older than the whales who brought them forth into the world or merely has a particular fondness and affinity for them, and he was never a human in anything but false flesh, only worn to put the mortals who reach out to him at something like ease, or just acknowledge the limitations of these beings who can't fathom whale song. what i'm saying is, i'm really still annoyed they canonized the whole "teenaged sacrifice victim" origin for him instead of having more fun with the magical ancient whales stuff u_u

something i hadn't noticed until this replay is the voice acting is very flat? i think it's easy to tell it's a voice direction thing. like, wow, so many charactes just speak Very Flat, almost monotone at times. it does take me out of the dialogue, ngl. i think as a 17/18 year old i wasn't paying nearly as much attention to like, writing and acting as i do now, so its sticking out. havelock especially sticks out. also funny to realize just how many background NPCs are voiced by the same three or four VAs...

the heart mechanic is still one of the most fun and enjoyable game mechanic gimmicks that ties in SO perfectly with the narrative itself. it's also just so funny to imagine corvo following people around the hound's pit, like barely a foot away from their back, holding a freshly-beating heart in his hand and burning a hole into the other person's head with such an INTENSITY trying to wring every little observation out of the lump of metal-choked flesh he holds (while the heart tells him how god dang suicidal they are. oh lydia and cecelia)

i'm thinking of all the woobie corvo angst fics i ever read where the heart is basically an emotional support haunted organ and going wuwuwuwu while i replay

i think now, as a 30 year old gay man instead of a teen girl, i desire samuel carnally (more specifically desire to see him and corvo fuck each other senseless) even MORE STRONGLY

ok i gotta do homework today good night

#mine poste

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100hearteyes · 2 years

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I'm gonna talk about something that occurred to me just last night. It's about Lucy and physical contact, specifically how she rarely ever initiates it with Kate, except in very specific situations. Or rather, one specific situation.

We'll get there.

Lucy is a very physical and expansive person due to her kind and outgoing personality. She's an extrovert in a lot of situations (but introverted in difficult situations, as we've talked about already - yes, I said I'd make a post about it, but apparently, I lied 😂). She's always touching the people she cares about, be it a friendly pat on the back or a shoulder, or a chiding swat. It's one of the ways she expresses affection.

With Kate, though? That's a different story. From the moment Kate said their hook-ups could never happen again, all the way back in 1x02, the ball was firmly in her court. Lucy put it there herself, expressing interest but not pressuring her into anything.

The first time they touch, other than that first onscreen hook-up (and the ones before that), it's actually Lucy who initiates it as a gesture of comfort, to try and make Kate see herself as Lucy sees her. It's the face touch.

(excuse the crappy quality of the gifs)

However, it's Kate who first steps into the kiss, and although she's ready for it too Lucy also lets Kate be the one to actually initiate it.

I think she also lets Kate lean in first for round 2 but the difference, if there is one, is minimal and I don't wanna grasp at straws.

Holding hands in public places: it's Kate.

The balcony features the glorious Leg Touch™, but they hold hands first. And that's also Kate.

See here how it's Kate who moves for the kiss first (then leans down bc we love tol and smol)

So Lucy has always let things go at Kate's pace. Another example of that is how she accepted to keep "whatever" they had on the DL until Kate was comfortable being open about it. Lucy has always let Kate take the lead because she knows Kate needs to go at her own pace, lest she becomes overwhelmed and their on and off status turns off for good.

She loves cares about Kate so much she's willing to curb her own expansiveness to accommodate Kate's difficulty with relationships and love and feelings. She knows that's what Kate needs for now, and she knows if she does this now that Kate will meet her halfway sooner or later.

I think all that makes it even more significant that Lucy actively initiated the hug after Kate apologized. After Kate had broken her trust and rendered pm useless all the careful steps Lucy had taken before. Still, once again she breaks that tacit "let Kate come to you" rule, as she did in 1x06, to provide comfort. Reassurance.

Lucy only makes the first move when she means to comfort Kate. That was still her first instinct.

Naturally, things will have to change from now on. Their roles will reverse, I'm guessing, for it's Kate who needs to wait now and it is Lucy who needs to take the first step towards their new beginning.

#i hope this makes sense #it's 3 am lol #kacy #kacy analysis #ncis hawaii #mine #lucy tara

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hermitcraftheadcanons · 3 years

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Scattered AU Masterpost Part 1

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Due to post length limit (which is apparently a thing), find Part 2 of this AU here.

A few ideas to get us started:

- Tango and Zedaph spawned relatively close to each other, but they haven't found each other yet and each think they are alone. They keep just barely missing each other in their exploration of the area. Maybe, with the powers of Zed's perfect sense of direction and Tango's laser-sharp perception skills, they'll finally stop walking circles around each other...maybe.

- Xisuma spawned alone, deep underground in a massive, confusing cave system. He desperately wants to figure out what's going on and how to fix it, but a bad run-in with the Warden damaged his helmet, leaving him unable to use admin commands.

- Mumbo spawned the farthest out of anyone, right next to a woodland mansion. He quickly realized that hoping to stumble across another person this far out is a lost cause, so he's trying to create some form of communication using a combination of redstone and Evoker magic. The Evoker isn't very helpful, and it isn't going well.

- Joe and Vintagebeef were the only ones to successfully spawn at spawn. They aren't really sure what's going on, but they've decided to build a small village as a base of operations while they figure it out (and to signal signs of life to anyone who might successfully find their way back)

- Cleo spawned in a village, and is currently hiding out in a house while trying to convince the villagers to trust her. Let's just say they aren't thrilled to have a zombie in their midst (and the iron golem is even less pleased)

- Impulse had the misfortune to spawn in a guardian temple. Between the guardians and the constant threat of drowning, he's been in a death loop since the world started.

- False and Stress spawned right next to each other. They figured out pretty early that something was wrong with regen, and using their combined strengths, they made it to the Nether to get ingredients for healing potions. They are now on a mission to find the others and distribute the potions to whoever needs them.

- Ren actually managed to travel a good distance back to the world center, before getting pretty badly injured. With no regen, and knowing he'll have to start the journey all over if he dies and respawns, he's decided to pull together a small base and take shelter while he waits to be found.

- Scar spawned on an outer End island, with no idea how to get back to the Overworld. He keeps finding strange glitches in his surroundings, and he swears he can hear soft Vex laughter whenever he turns his back...

- Keralis spawned in the Nether, and he is absolutely terrified.

That's all I have for ideas so far. The location of the others (and what happens next) is up to you!

Contributions so far:

- Bdubs spawns in the void, but he just doesn’t die. Maybe it’s spawn protection, maybe it’s the glitches, but he just keeps falling and falling and falling further from the bedrock, unable to do anything to help himself as he descends further into the void

- @fluffy-papaya

- After wandering around aimlessly for days or maybe weeks, Tango finds an automatic farm for... well... he's not sure, exactly. But he does know who built it- it's got Zedaph's mark all over it. So he stays there, fixing broken Redstone, trying to figure out what it does. And when Zedaph returns to collect melons (so that's what this thing is for), he finds Tango waiting for him.

- @rayveewrites

- Etho spawns in a underwater cave, but there is air in it and for some reason a shipwreck so he can get some wood and tools. But he has to get out to contact anyone because the reception in caves don't happen to be the best, little does he know just outside the cave is the monument where Impulse is, they're so close yet so far from one another

- anonymous

- Maybe Etho ended up spawning at the very top of a mountain, he could see far from up there and has a general idea of where he is, but no idea how to get down as all around him is powderd snow hiding ravines, and cliffs. . . And a few goats that Etho has narowly avoided getting headbutted by. (Etho went to the mountain after escaping the cave)

- @ciaravixen

- Welsknight spawned in the Nether

- (paraphrased) Ren fell down a ravine in the mountains on his journey to the world center, and decided to make a small cabin base rather than try to carry on injured. Doc spawned in those same mountains, and may find him eventually.

- anonymous

- Grian spawns on the tallest peak of the highest mountain. Surrounded by thick fog and almost ever-falling snow, with crevasses and cliffs that drops thousands of blocks to the ground around every corner. No trees, no life, and barely enough air to breath. It's so cold. A thin red sweater isn't nearly enough to keep him warm.... he's likely caught in a death loop for quite awhile as he refreeze over, and over, and over again. And when he does manage to climb down, an ice pillager lies in wait...

- @therainofsweetmelody

- Scar’s End spawn is on a single island- he can see other islands around him, but they’re just out of jump reach- he tried, and fell and died, and respawned back onto his little island with the whispering voices around him a tad louder, and the islands just a bit farther away. He stops trying to jump to them eventually, out of fear they’ll vanish and he won’t have anything to focus on besides the whisper of ice cold hands and wings on his skin

- anonymous

- Oh! Maybe since Xisuma’s admin helmet is broken and he’s unable to run any world commands, that means mob hermits like Cleo, Doc, and Jevin aren’t quite the same. Maybe Cleo locked herself in that house for the villagers protection as much as her own. Maybe Doc eventually joins a lone creeper pack. Who knows! -💧

- anonymous

- Zed and Tango spawned in the same jungle biome, explaining the melon farm and why they could be literally three blocks from each other and still not be aware of each other’s existence. -🟣

- The first thing Scar does once he first spawns in (besides from almost having a panic attack) is take a jump into the void. This of course does nothing. He checks out the rest of the end islands around him, and finds a rather large end city just in render distance. There should be treasure or something that could help him survive, right? -🟣

- Keralis was lucky enough to spawn in a warped forest biome and next to a basalt delta, so he’s got wood and stone. It takes a bit, but he gets full gold armor and finds his way to a nether fortress. He figures with the broken regen that the other hermits will try to go for potions. Maybe he finds Stress and False, maybe not. -🟣

- I apologize if I'm sending too many asks, please feel free to say if so! I'm just already so invested in this idea, and absolutely love where it's all going! Shattered au brainrot go brrrrr - anyways; Cub spawns in a valley within the messa. To one side an abandoned village covers the cliff, and to the other, mines drill deep into the rock. A stream luckily runs through the valley, though it's slowly drying up. He can hear strange sounds in the mines, and feels something in the village watching

- @/therainofsweetmelody

- what if the hermits caught in death loops start gaining scars and marks from all their deaths? like impulse had permanent scars from the guardians and grian’s hands are permanently blue from freezing to death all the time

- anonymous

- X finds some axoloyls in a lush cave and falls in love. He gets some wood from said cave and gets some buckets so he can keep them -🟣

- Cleo gets stuck in a death loop with the iron golem, who is blind to her not attacking the villagers. One of the smarter villagers realizes she’s not fighting back, and calls the golem off. -🟣

- (paraphrased) After the iron golem is called off, Stress and False find Cleo badly hurt in the village house. They make sure she's comfortable and safe before going to the Nether to get potions, where they find a battered Keralis and carry him back. They turn the house into a little hospital while they brew potions and take care of Cleo and Keralis until they're strong enough to move on.

- anonymous

- Stress and False have set up a Nether Portal near a Nether Fortress, for easy escape to the relative safety of the Overworld. Keralis has never been more relieved in his life than when he found that portal.

- @/rayveewrites

- Doc spawned a thousand blocks away from ren, not knowing hos friend was there he happened to go in that direction. He managed to get materials, tools and food for himself before he sees rens little hut

- anonymous

- Jevin was one of the luckier hermits, when it came to where he spawned. He woke up in the shallow green waters of a floral cave, illuminated by glowing rocks and berries. He wasn't... quite alone. Although no other hermits could be seen, he quickly found a small family of axolotl living in the closed-off cave. They became his companions as he tried to assess his situation, and served as comfort when he realised his communicator was almost useless. Being slime, the environment was very welcoming

- @/therainofsweetmelody

- Xb spawns in the middle of a desert, with not even a village in sight. While he's used to being in distant lands with limited resources, he's very much not used to it on the Hermitcraft server with limited contact to the others. As the nights go by and the sands grow more hostile thanks to never-burning husks, he grows more and more lonely.

-@/basaltdragon

- At first, Doc is elated when he spawns on a mountain surrounded by goats. That is, until he discovers that none of his fellow hermits are there with him. After being headbutted down the mountain into the snowy tundra below and left on precariously low health, he hunkers down in a nearby igloo. But it's not exactly easy in a food-scarce biome when his only contacts are two villagers and the horde of strays that gather outside each night...

-@crows-in-space

- in one sense of the word, scar is safe. There's enough chorus fruit on the island to keep him alive, and despite his concerns the enderman don't even bat an eye at him. Theoretically, he could survive for longer than many of the others. But the whispers keep nagging at him, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. Sure, he could survive, but how long could he stay on this deathly quiet piece of land before someone would find him? He can see the faint outline of an End City on one of the fading islands, and every passing moment it haunts him. If he could just give in for a moment, let the powers of the vex harness his body for just a few seconds, maybe he could make it over and gather some gear- maybe even an elytra- and then he'd be set. But fear and logic talk him out of it. He's made deals with the vex before, and that quick trip across the islands could put him in a much more dangerous position than only being stranded...

- @/crows-in-space

- What if after scar gives up, he finds his vex mask lying on the floor with a tag saying ‘do it, it’ll help you get across’ (shade's note: Scar does it)

- anonymous

- For the Scattered AU: Scar gets an elytra, and after much internal struggling he decides to take a chance and leap into the darkness for hope of finding another island. During his terrifying glide he hears a distant scream from the void that is so familiar, but he can't quite place it, and he's in no hurry to risk flying any lower to check it out. - M

- @petrichormeraki

- Iskall and doc's robotic eye glitch out so they don't have any depth vision, so no mater where they spawn, they Are bound to die a few times from missinterprating how far away an Arrow or trident is, and how fast something is coming at them.

- @/ciaravixen

- I initially thought of this for Ren, but since there was already an idea for him, it could probably work for Iskall instead; He spawns in the middle of a scorching desert. Dunes of sand for as far as the eye can see, with barely a cactus or dead Bush in between. No water, no life - only the ever-present heat of the sweltering sun, and the large skeletons everywhere. He manages to find an abandoned temple after days of dragging himself through the sand, and spies a desert village on the horizon

- @/therainofsweetmelody

- Scattered AU! The way the "not killing Bdubs in his own spawn in the void" glitches work is similar to the forgiving void mod works where when you hit the bottom of the void you are teleported to the top instead of taking damage, but since Bdubs can't see anything in the void he doesn't know this (beyond a constant falling) feeling until he manages to "fall forward" enough to find some end islands, he finds scar this way but is so excited to see him he died from fall damage right in front of him

- @theclockworkowl

- (Scattered AU) Piggybacking off the death loop scars ask, when/if Bdubs is rescued from the void, he's in ROUGH shape. His external limbs are blackened and freezing with frostbite from the void (voidbite?), and his bones are permanently weakened from his form being subjected to the cold abyss for so long. Bdubs needs to relearn gravity after falling for so long, and doesn't use elytra anymore. The solid ground under his feet is something he'll never sacrifice for convenience ever again. - M

- @/petrichomeraki

- Wels spawned in a giant crimson forest in the nether. Towering mushroom trees, thick red vines, with piglins and hoglins he constantly has to run away from. But he finds something.... interesting as he's exploring. A house has been built into a wall, a mixture of nether and overworld blocks. Stepping inside, someone clearly lives there - someone who's not a piglin. Imagine his surprise (and relief) when a certain familair knight walks through the door. "Helsknight?"

-@/therainofsweetmelody

- xB wakes up in a dripstone cavern. It's damp and cold and the spikes are very tall, forming a sort of natural cage around him. At the very least, zombies and mobs can't get through, but the longer he stays there, the weirder the sounds get. There... wasn't a new mob for the dripstone caves, right? Right? (i'm trying VERY hard not to do new hermit OR crossover headcanons for scattered au. i swear) ~@betweenlands

- Scattered AU! Everyone Etho dies He spawns in a new place, first it was the underwater cave, then it was the top of a mountain, but it wasn't until he spawned inside an ocean monument and saw impulse trying to escape just as he was dying he realise the importance of the pattern, He was cycling though each of the other hermits spawn locations, which made all the wierd almost hermit made wierdnes make sense, the underwater one was his but the mountain was Grian's spawn spot,

- @/theclockworkowl

- Can the hermits see death messages? (They can) I'm imagining the potential angst of that, where normal world messages (achievements, commands, deaths) go through just fine but the others can't chat. The helplessness of watching their friends' names endlessly filling the chat and having no idea where they are, having no clue how to help, not even being able to offer comfort.

- @/basaltdragon

- Someone had mentioned xisuma also ending up in a floral cavern with axolotl, right? What if this was the same cave Jevin found himself stuck in? After days and days of clawing at stone, xisuma finally breaks into a cavern filled with faint light. After discovering the friendly acolotls, he notices a strange blue mass floating in the water.... and is almost startled to death when he sees the skull faintly showing through the slime, and the familiar wobbly voice coming from it. "Xisuma?"

- Doc and Grian (and later on, ren) spawned on the same mountain. Grian, of course, at the very top: stuck in the endless snowpeak, towering high above the clouds. Doc, meanwhile, ended up at the base, surrounded by snow and goats and giant taiga trees as far as the eye could see. Once Ren got stuck in the ravine, he often heard a familiar scream before a sickening splat every now and again, as the ravine lies almost completely below the highest peak. He's afraid to check his communicator.

- @/therainofsweetmelody

- grian’s practically given up since there’s not much for him to do. there’s no food and his hands are too frozen to mine. a little fox stays by his side at least. he’s about to freeze again and his health is low and he hears crumching footsteps approaching. he assumes its the iceologer coming for him but instead he hears “grian?” and he can make out blurry figures before he passes out and wakes up wrapped up in a blanket infromt of a fire. (whoevers managed to find and rescue him is up to you :D) (Shade's notes: the person who found him was Doc, and he took him back to Ren's cabin to warm up)

- anonymous

- Scar isn't the only one changed by the time he reaches spawn. Impulse drags himself up onto land finally, breathing heavily, and there's something different about him. Sharper teeth. The shadow he casts more inconsistent. Always faintly smells like saltwater. And his eyes glow faintly, a pale washed-out non-color like light at the bottom of the ocean. Something suggesting nonhuman geometry. Something sleeping that had to reawaken to escape. ~@betweenlands

- Eventually, Etho spawns in a jungle. By a complete stroke of luck, he sees the smoke of a campfire. Tango and Zedaph are happy to see someone- anyone- else. Especially when it turns out Etho somehow managed to get the coordinates of a certain Ocean Temple. Sure, it's far, but they can make it. After all, there's an 'I' in team ZIT, and they aren't leaving him behind.

- @/rayveewrites

- (summary of a couple different writing peices) After escaping the Guardian Temple, Impulse set out to find any other Hermit he could. He has gained some unnerving qualities and abilities that he doesn't really understand, but he's trying not to think about that right now. After defeating several mobs he should not have been able to defeat with his level of progress, he now possesses one Totem of Undying. He met up with Zedaph, Tango, and Etho on their way to find him. They are now hosting him at their campsite and are glad he is safe, but Etho is unnerved and suspicious of his more unsettling attributes.

- I had sent this idea right after the inbox closed, rip. But anyways - what if mumbo ended up befriending the evokers and pilligers in the woodland mansion? Of course, it wouldnt be like that at first- the constant death to the axes and swords and magic, the growls and yelling and cursed glares. But he always came back to work on the redstone and evoker magic in a desperate attempt to contact the others. Eventually, the evoker stops sending their vex, and the pilligers stop swinging their weapons

- @/therainofsweetmelody

- (Scattered AU) After Scar gives in to the Vex. Bdubs is barely conscious to begin with; dying to the void so many times really took it out of him in every way possible. But when he is awake, what he sees makes him scared. Scar with faded, cold eyes. Scar with transparent wings, gone in a blink. Scar being able to do things he shouldn't. Scar says it's to get them out of there, but every day he gets a little paler, a little colder, and Bdubs grows more worried. - M

- @/petrichomeraki

- Perhaps xb and Iskall are on opposite ends of the same desert? On one side, high sand dunes covering miles, with a single desert temple and isolated desert village hidden amongst the cliffs and hills. On the other, the deep flatt valley next to a Mesa mountain, flat nothingness stretching far past the horizon. It would still take quite a long time for them to find each other, but at least there's a change they could meet... and, perhaps, over that mountain, cub could be somewhere in the mesa

-@/therainofsweetmelody

- Iskall and Xb eventually find each other in the desert. Sunburned, dehydrated, and sand-blasted, they hug when they first meet despite not knowing each other well. And they try their best not to die, because what are the chances they'll ever find each other again? Two heads are better than one for finding their way to the rest of the hermits.

-@/basaltdragon

- Its probably a week or so of falling before bdubs managed to move enough to finally see the end islands just barely rendering in the distance. As someone had mentioned, perhaps he became so hopeful that he missed his mark, hitting the ground with a sickening splat just blocks beside scar. It took bdubs almost another week to get forward enough to see the islands again. This time, he landed right on scar... sending the vex back to his spawn several islands away, and leaving bdubs alone for days

-@/therainofsweetmelody

- While Bdubs and Scar are more than happy to have found each other again, their moments together are tense and filled with gaps of uncomfortable silence. There's an unspoken agreement hanging over them: Scar doesn't question Bdubs' frozen and frail state, and Bdubs pretends not to notice how Scar's skin has gotten pale and ghost-like, or how he glances behind him often, like he's being followed by a shadow only he can see. Though of course, Bdubs does notice. The whole server does. Grian wakes up in a cold sweat from a dream of Scar's ruthless attempts to destroy the mycelium resistance. Cub feels his own ties to the vex magic acting up once again, now worrying more than ever what Scar may have encountered in this broken world. Even Mumbo's evoker friend begins acting different, though Mumbo can't seem to determine whether it's out of excitement or fear...

-@/crows-in-space

- Scattered AU After the Wels meeting Hels Headcanon I imagine maybe Hels offers a deal to insure his safety on the Hermitcraft Server in exchange for Wels safety in the Nether. Wels very reluctantly agrees adding to the deal that Hels won’t hurt anyone. To bad he didn’t notice his Evil counterpart cross his fingers while shaking on it.

- anonymous

- Scattered AU: TFC spawns on the main end island, dragon and all. With out proper preparation he’s been stuck in a death loop since the world’s start. Sometimes, right before he dies, he wishes that the janky respon would de-age his body; he’s not the agile young man who could take down the dragon solo anymore.

- @liagrace-b

- Scattered!Grian can’t fly. His normal down-featherly wings look like every feather has been plucked off, leaving the very sensitive skin open to the elements. But the world’s code itself has altered the physics of the wings themselfs. Grian can feel how much heavier the wing structure sits on his back, meaning that they couldn’t let him glide even if fully feathered. Poor Grian hasn’t survived the freezing cold long enough to know if his feathers would grow back with enough time.

- anonymous

- EX somehow gets into the scattered mix. Spawning in the Deep Dark, the exiled admin is terrified, and will stop at nothing to find his brother. 🌙

- (Scattered AU) Scar and Bdubs, after months(?) of travel, make it to the Ender Dragon's island. Bdubs is scared for both of their lives; he is in no condition to fight, he can't even STAND, and he's so, so afraid to die and be condemned to falling forever in the void once again. Scar says nothing, only gently setting his friend down behind an obsidian pillar before his skin goes completely translucent, his eyes clouding white. (Paraphrased: Scar defeats the dragon, him and Bdubs meet up with TFC)

- @/petrichormeraki

- the plugins do not work, so singleplayer sleep is out. Beds do reset spawn point, so the Hermits who spawned in a place where they can get them would do well to make several and use them as checkpoints along their journey (and hope that they don't get broken, especially for those who had to escape death loops....)

- (my answer to some questions)

- Those trapped in death loops change, adapting until they aren't harmed anymore or till they escape. After all, what are players if not adaptable?

- @permafrost782

- Xisuma blames his broken helmet for being unable to admin, as some sort of comfort. But there is no comfort there. The truth is, not even Joe, Tango, Cub, or Hypno can access the chat, can even begin to run commands to fix what has gone wrong. If they could, they would have teleported everyone to 0,0 and reset the worldspawn. Those partnered with any of the admins feel a certain kind of hopelessness. Those without feel a different kind of hopeless.

- @/basaltdragon

- To add to the scattered AU: Though i had seen someone explain the void connecting to the end so Bdubs gets out of that fall, i had the thought of this; What if eventually the void loops around with the overworld's sky, so he's basically in a continuous loop if falling to his death and respawning in the void until he finally is lucky enough in his falls to get over water and live. After that he just has to stay alive otherwise he returns to the void..

-@aetosofvalla

- Somewhere, in the back of Scar’s vex-addled mind, there’s the worry of Jellie. Where is she? Is she with another hermit? Did she spawn in with another village again and will he have to find her again? -🟣

- (Scattered AU) Cub and Scar have been linked by the Vex ever since their deal. One day, Cub's iron armor burns against his skin all at once, and through the searing pain is a horrifying realization that Scar has given in. - M

-@/petrichormeraki

- After a while Cub gets the resources to build a nether portal, but then he finds his portal has connected with someone else's. He finds himself lost again, without access to the farms he's built or the resources he's gathered, but at least he knows a friend is close.

- anonymous

- The End duo come across another end city. There’s a boat at the far end. Scar flies up on delicate vex wings to get the spare elytra and other loot. They’ve been walking for far too long. He floats down (as if he had the slow-falling effect. There’s only health in the brewing stand. Bdubs’ worry for Scar increases) with an extra set of trousers, boots, an elytra, the potions and a pic. Scar offers the elytra to Bdubs. He refuses. It’ll take longer to walk, but he never wants to fall again🟣

- Mumbo gets caught up in redstone work and doesn't bother trying to find anyone else. So when another hermit finally finds him, he has to stop his evoker friend from attacking. Whether or not he's successful is another thing.

- Anonymous

- (Scattered AU) Consider. When Doc finds Grian on the mountain peak while exploring the terrain, a message sends through everyone's communicators. <Grian was blown up by a Creeper>. Doc doesn't get a death message that time, despite both of them suffering the consequences of a surprised Doc in a server where mob-oriented hermits are more volatile than they should be. Doc doesn't go looking for other hermits again after that, and Grian is shocked into numbness at the dawning realization that his monster friends might be so much worse off than he thought. - M

- @/petrichormeraki

A summary of where things stand so far

- scattered au pog!!! hypno is in a seemingly endless flowery field. it was nice at first, but there's no trees, no food, and hardly any water. the sun is so hot. flowers aren't filling. hypno thought he liked being alone.

- Anonymous

- Mumbo doesn’t succumb to the magic of the mansion like perhaps Cub and Scar have, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t entirely unaffected- his skin becomes a little more washed out, instincts a little more violent- he certainly can’t go into villages anymore, otherwise the iron golem will smash him to bits

- @/fluffy-papaya

- With Scar using Vex magic, the Vex turn their attention to Cub, trying to tempt him at every turn. More then once he's found his mask in one of his chests, staring up at him, or awoken in a cold sweat from a dream full of vex. So far, he's resisted the temptation. Wether that lasts is another question entirely.

-@/bat-connoisseur

- Maybe eventualy hypno realises Even flowers would need water to grow, or that the bees must have a bee hive somewhere around here, and the bee hive is always connected to a tree(I think thats the case in Minecraft). So he tries to find where the buzzing comes from and follow the bees around.

- @/ciaravixen

- cleo bases a lot of her identity around being a zombie, right? she probably isnt too happy to be cured. she probably cries all the time it takes her to heal. it had to be done, but that doesnt mean she has to like it. and she doesnt, not one little bit.

- Anonymous

- that ask about Mumbo not bothering to look for anyone got me thinking.... Mumbo getting too caught up in his work with the evokers to look for the others. Mumbo making friends with the illagers. Mumbo knowing that it's completely reasonable that nobody has found him yet, but still getting the creeping feeling that no one is coming for him. Mumbo spending all his time with his new friends because, after all, they're here, and the hermits aren't... All this to say that, when the hermits eventually do find him, he might not be very inclined to leave...

- @/crows-in-space

- At one point, Mumbo's new friends are just...watching him try to do his stuff, observing. Mumbo's getting increasingly frustrated when ne of the evokers watching him breaks off and hands him something. At first he thinks its a totem of undying, its shaped like one, but its strange. Made out of iron, and its eyes are diamonds instead of emeralds. Then it starts to burn his hands and he passes out from the pain. When he wakes, its gone and he moves on, a bit more wary of his 'friends'. Maybe it was a mean joke, or some kinda of strange inhiation for the mansion maybe Except next time he's frustrated, he thows his hands up annoyed and fangs rise out of the ground around him and snap at the air. He cries out, confused, before looking at his hands which almost look like they've been painted with gray paints. it wont come off. He seems mentally the same but now he starts to experiment with his new found abilities. Maybe they can help with his redstone or even find others.

- Anonymous

- after trying a poisonous flower, hypno respawns back in the field. this time, he tries walking in a different direction. maybe this is the way out.

- Anonymous

- The flowers in Hypno’s area are just so perfect... blooming dandelions don’t lose their seeds when he brushes against them, petals that are crushed underfoot quickly regain their shape- and if his mind wasn’t so affected, he would’ve noticed the flower he picked was quickly replaced by another

- @/fluffy-papaya

- The Moobloom has one unique feature: The ability to leave behind flowers in its path... that is, the ability to alter the world around it simply by walking. These flower plains are not particularly large, maybe eight or so chunks across in each direction, but glitched world generation spawned in a herd of mooblooms, and all they've been doing is walking around causing little distortions, one on top of the other. From the inside, where Hypno is standing, the plains go on forever. The air is thick with buttercup pollen that's slowly dulling his sense of space and time. He has to pull it together, somehow. Force the world to recognise that he's walking forwards in a straight line. Or he'll be wandering in circles forever...

- @/draconic-dreams

- another hermit- maybe beef? sees the edge of a deep, fragrant field. on the horizon, not far away, is hypno, walking in circles. he calls but he cannot hear beef. something tells the man not to go into that field- at least, not without a flint and steel. (Shade note: Beef and Joe saved Hypno and are currently sheltering him (unconscious) in their spawn sanctuary)

- anonymous

- Maybe if they went through the exit portal and it glitched but good. They don't think about the fact it should send them back to their spawns, Scar feels something at the back of his mind that very much isn't him tell him to change his mind, stay in this place becuase they'll just be trapped if they try to leave, but Bdubs grabs his arm and jumps in before Scar can say anything. For a second, blessed silence, Scar's mind feels clear and normal. then they show up at world spawn and scare theother

- anonymous

(Shade note: people at the spawn haven now include Joe, Beef, Hypno, TFC, Scar, and Bdubs)

- Once Keralis and Cleo are healed up, the village gang starts going to 0,0 to try to meet up with others. On the way, they find a flower forest (potentially the same one Hypno’s in). They find some mooblooms and fall in love (this was def not done bc I want some fluff, nope not at all /s) -🟣

- Mumbo receives a set of robes from his evoker friend. He’s loathe to get rid of his suit, but at the same time... well, all the better to fit in, right? This is a glitch and fluke anyway, and he might as well blend in if the illagers ever turn on him. That’s it. That’s the only reason he tosses the suit jacket into the fireplace, don’t be silly. It has nothing to do with the feeling that he just doesn’t want to leave...

- anonymous

- I’m imagining Shattered Impulse looking like the Fishman from Shape of Water + the teeth of an Angler fish and the ability to unhinge his jaw. Poor guy probably gets mistaken for a glitched mob when someone finds him.

- @/fandomrecycling

- Yes hello it's me again. After the pollen spells breaks for Hypno (and whoever else might have tried to save him beforehand...), he notices he's a little different. he can't always control how he moves, he doesn't like eye contact, and he takes an even bigger interest in his, well, interests than before. Basically Tourettic Hypno go brrr (I am tourettic so feel free to ask me clarification!)

- @/fireflower-dusk

- I don't think Keralis has been mentioned except for being in the nether so I would like to contribute that he spawned in that soul sand and skeleton biome that has almost nothing in it.

- anonymous

- Mumbo, being hundreds of thousands of blocks out from spawn, is the last hermit to be found. Even after the glitch was fixed, Mumbo was so caught up in his research and new abilities that he no longer felt it mattered. He'd been apart from the hermits for well over a year now; and a long time ago he gave up hope that they'd come back for him. This was, of course, until he woke up one morning to a disturbance outside. When he goes to check the source of the racket, he's left frozen in place at the sight of Iskall on his mansion's doorstep. And at the end of it all, despite Mumbo telling himself that he was better alone, Iskall's hand on his shoulder, reassuring that "Yes, I'm here, yes, I'm real, and no, I'm not leaving, you spoon." Is enough for Mumbo to break, clinging to Iskall as if he'd disappear at any moment, murmuring "I'm sorry" over and over like a broken record. -🧸

- Maybe after Wels and Hels make their deal, and Wels gets some gold gear and a respawn anchor to click, Hels shows him how to create a portal to Hels the place to which from there, they think they can get into the overworld. The only catch being that to get in to Hels the place you need to focus all of you emotions onto pure hatred and anger, but the question is could Wels do it?

- Anonymous

- Hels taunts Wels about how no one came to get him, and plants ideas about how this was done on purpose, about how he's the only one to spawn in the nether for a reason. He tells him the hermits want him gone. And Wels of course becomes angry but he becomes angry at Hels for trying to tell him his friends didn't care about him. He's also angry at himself though, maybe for thinking he hasn't done enough to make his friends want to keep him around. He is never mad at the hermits though, never them

- TFC's concerned. Even if he thinks it's great he found Bdubs and Scar, the latter shouldn't be able to just kill the ender dragon alone. TFC doesn't know much about Scar but the man can barely fly usually, why did he turn into a vex, anyway? vexes don't exist in the end. TFC need to ask, at least to make sure he's ok, but everytime he tries he stops in his track once the cold, icy blue eyes stare back at him. devoid of the usual warmth his green ones have.

- Anonymous

- (Scatter AU) Saw someone mention the other ops on the server and had a thought: Tango is a programmer with a specialty in game programming. He’s probably sitting at the campfire thinking of every single way the game must have been corrupted to cause this many problems. If he could just get into the code, maybe he could fix some of these problems. I’ll bet he’s driving himself a little crazy thinking of everything that could be done to fix the world and not being able to do anything...

- Anonymous

- Cub was lucky, he thinks. Seeing the many death messages in chat, he's torn between gratitude that he's ended up with what almost looks like a normal spawn, and worry for his friends. After gathering enough resources to stay reasonably safe, he knows what he has to do next. So when he encounters Xb, he eventually suggests he takes some resources and a bed he's salvaged from the abandoned village and heads towards 0,0, hoping there'll be someone there. (1/3)But as for him... well, there's an obvious place to head as far as he can see, for someone with a safe enough spawn point and the ability to gather resources. A place where he knows for sure he'll find someone else, someone who needs help. After all, unless this world is even more messed up that it seems, there's only one place where a player would be killed by the Ender dragon, and he knows exactly how to get there. (2/3) (Shade note: Him and xB were not successful in finding the Hermit who the mystery portal belonged to. They must have died in the Nether and returned to their spawn point. XB resists the idea that they split up, but he sees the logic in it and agrees to start the long journey for 0,0.) (pt. 3 was eaten by the inbox)

- Anonymous

- Maybe one of the reasons Cleo doesn't like being a human as much is because she had chronic pain (particularly in her back) when she was alive, and when she gets cured after meeting up with False, Stress, and Keralis, her back pain comes back (along with all the other pains of being alive)

-@/justme123abz

- Whenever Etho spawns, wherever Etho spawns, he takes it upon himself to tell each and every Hermit he can find to head towards 0,0. He's not sure why, but he believes that if they get everyone together, they can figure out how to fix the broken world.If there aren't any Hermits in sight, he'll make a sign out of whatever's avalible before going searching. It's a complete pain to try and build anything coherent out of sand and cactus, but he has to try. He has to get everyone together. It's their best hope. It's their only hope.Even Evil X. Even Hels. Everyone. He doesn't care about past grievances. They need to get through this. And their only option is to do it together. (Shade note: He doesn't stay with Team ZIT for long. He probably dies trying to protect them from something, knowing that it will only result in him finding another Hermit anyway. Even though he himself isn't making any progress toward the origin, he counts it as a victory every time he can guide one of his friends just a little bit closer.)

- Doc Ren and Grian himself thought that him being found and safe would fix everything right? yea no he has horrible fevor, he struggles to retain warmth depsite 2 feet from a fire, he's tired and has a hard time stay awake becuase on the mt he slept alot, he barley eats cuz he cant hold too much down rn. He cant stand being alone or he'll start to panic, ands he's just trying to ignore the new fox fetures he has desperately when he's aware enough to do. Doc and Ren have a hard time ahead of them.

- Anonymous

- Mumbo was trying to make a machine with redstone and evoker magic to contact the hermits right?so what if he did build the machine ad at first his only way to get the magic was to go annoy the evoker hoping he would try to hit him and instead hit the machine to power it. Plan backfired so many times because of the vex killing him before. So when Mumbo becomes apprentice he wants to try power the machine himself but it breaks because he can't control how much magic he uses yet.time to study magic

-@/artsarasp

- Etho dies with the Zit and ends up back in it. Next he ends up in X's spawn, there's no one around but he finds the bloody tunnel X punched himself, and races down it to see in the distance Xisuma and Jevin in a cave.He calls out to them, only to get overwhelmed by zombies that just spawned, He manages to gurgle out 0,0 before he dies again. (He's now determined to be the messenger of meetings, even willing to die on purpose to find them all). After that? Ren's old spawn, now he has to track ren

- anonymous

- I guess hypno’s been... hypnotizd 👉😎👉

- We need more Jevin and xisuma interaction content, be it fluff or angst, how aware is jevin by the time Xisuma gets there? How many axolotls do they take with them on the way to the surface?

- @/ciaravixen

(Shade comment: We need more Jevin and xisuma interaction content, be it fluff or angst, how aware is jevin by the time Xisuma gets there? How many axolotls do they take with them on the way to the surface? )

- Mumbo having to learn how to use the magic, the evoker will probably also try to teach him how to summon the vex, even if Mumbo really wants to just focus on the magic and not the evocation.What if he's able to summon Scar since he gave his name to the vex? just by accident and Mumbo gets so startled by Scar's new appearance that he immediately interrupts the evocation and makes Scar dissappear. Scar reappears where he was before confused cause for a moment he saw Mumbo?did he allucinante??

- @/artsarasp

- Scattered AU! So what if what happened with EX and Hels happened with old hermits to? Like Biffa, Generikb, Jessassin etc etc. Everyone is concerned as it is but then they see a death message from one of them and realize it's even worse then they thought.

- Anonymous

- Once Wels and Helssknight are in Hels the have to sneak around a lot. Hels isn’t as popular there as he had previously boasted, that’s why he had tried to take over the over world. Cue heart to heart talk before a Hels version of another hermit cuts them off. (Can you pick the Hermit I’m kinda stuck here)

- Anonymous

- Iskall must have not even known the direction he was walking from his desert spawn, so its purely by luck he ended up finding the mansion mumbo resides in- his cybernetic eye is fixed almost instantly upon his arrival by mumbo and iskall feels his hope fades as he realises they’re /so/ far from the hermits. I also guess he must be worried about whats happening to his friend right before him, mumbo wouldnt willingly give into the vex and evoker magic right? 1/2 But he isn’t so sure anymore, the days at the mansion are quiet and uncomfortable as Iskall has to be wary of the illagers that walk the halls, mumbo assures him of his safety, but theres no light in his eyes - he doubts the illagers welcomed mumbo at first- The usual banter isn’t there at all, its dead silence as mumbo keeps on working and Iskall can see how paler his skin becomes and the blue scars that litter his body 2/2

- Anonymous

- Etho died and respawned at the true spawn once. Beef was elated to see him and was afraid if he let him go, he would disappear. He didn’t want to lose his friend again. In the end, he does, he was actually with Etho when he dies, and he never lets the feeling go.

- @/harley-the-pancake

- aww poor etho! At least he's okay with this new role as messenger. Now i can just imagen he ends up at Ren's spawn and manages to track the man, nearly dying but staying alive and- thats a house in the distance! He goes over and nearly runs into Doc, who invites him in surprised and they catch each other up, their spawns and Etho's situation. They're overjoyed to hear about the others and Ethos glad to see them realtivly okay. Grian's condition is worrying however, changed and still weak (1) They agree they need to start heading to 0,0 but Ren is nervous about leaving safety, Doc wants them safe, and with Grian still sick and weak from laying in snow for weeks it'll take a bit until he's stable enough to travel (he'll probs have to be carried anyways). Etho stays for a few days at their insistence for rest, he wants to keep going there is more hermits out there he hasn't found, they are insistent that he take time to recover. Then, he lets himself die. Off to the next hermit! (2)

- Anonymous

- This is for the very very beginning, but maybe before False meets up with Cleo, she spawns in a warm ocean biome. Coral structures fill the water around her, and tropical fish dart between them. It would be almost peaceful, were it not for the fact that False was encased in a cage of coral.It’s a gamble every time. She has to try and smash her way out of her colorful prison before the tide rolls in, slow and steady water rising up her body and over her head. The water makes her movements clumsy and arduous as she tries to free herself, racing against time to escape the awful tide. (Pt 2) OH SORRY I HAD AN IDEA (this is from the coral False anon)What if Stress and False both spawn in that biome and they have to try and help each other out before the tide comes in?? Added angst if one of the times one manages to escape but the other doesn’t

- Anonymous

- (scattered au) Every time that a hermit dies the universe and the world file starts to corrupt, the way that things are going if everything doesn't go back to normal soon, then the world will crumble on itself with the hermits inside.

- Anonymous

- Admins log, day: ⬛⬛⬛ I've finally managed to find my way to the drip stone caves, weirdly I think I may have a good connection down here, I'll try to contact the others, if they haven't forgotten about me yet. (Shade note: Far away in the woodland mansion, Mumbo rubs his eyes and marks down another failure on his latest contraption. How long will it be until he can generate a signal? He has no way of knowing that, for a single moment, it worked. He stopped checking his communicator a long time ago, so he doesn't see the single message until much later: <Xisuma> can anyone hear me?)

- At some point Etho cycles round to Doc's spawn. His friend is long gone but there are five creepers in formation watching him. Waiting for something.It takes a moment for him to recall the trick of unfocusing his ears just right, so that their hisses resolve into words. He hasn't had to do it for years, after all. He hasn't run into General Spaz since he left Chocolate Island.“It'ssss been a while, Esssssho” the General says. “Let'sssss make a wager”The General reaches out for a handshake... it seems the glitch finally gave him a pair of arms.(ancient Etho lore go brrrr)

- Anonymous

- Both the snow and the void are cold, and getting stuck in there means getting frostbite a lot is fairly likely, so Grian and Bdubs would be unlikely to get out with all their fingers...

- @/bat-connoisseur

- Based on a little piece of this ask where it was mentioned that Hypno passed out only three steps outside the flower biome, I start to wonder, how long was he wandering in circles without food? Why did he collapse so immediately? Was the biome itself perhaps sustaining him? Keeping him "healthy" (if you could call it that) and alive? COULD he have starved to death if he hadn't been pulled out? Or would he have just kept walking? And walking. And walking...

-@/asexualbert

- An idea focusing on evil xisuma. He ended up spawning on the nether roof, stuck with nothing but mushrooms and bedrock as far as the eye can see. No communication, no water, no way out. He can probably eat the mushrooms, at the very least.... but there may be some bad side effects from it. It's disheartening and lonely up there, dying from starvation over. And over. And over. At one point, etho may have spawned there as well... but of course, he wouldnt last long. Condemned to endless roof...

-@/therainofsweetmelody

- Okay, hear me out: after Hypno’s been out of his illusion for a while, he starts to get headaches. He doesn’t think anything of it, until he wakes up one day with small horns growing and flowers in his hair. In conclusion: Moobloom!Hypno

- @/harley-the-pancake

Art:

- An Impulse

- A Grian

- A Guardian Impulse

- A Void Bdubs by @/sweetest-honeybee

- This Hypno by @/irys-97

- an Iskall and a Grian

- a fox Grian

- A Guardian Impulse

- a suffering Xisuma

- Mumbo and Evoker doodles

Writing:

Up. He needs to go up. He spawned too deep in the world, and though he'd heard of underground spawns there was no way, no way in the world that being so deep under was normal. Every cave he crawled up either came to a dead end or opened into a massive, mob-filled cavern, and somehow he still hadn't found even half a mineshaft. He could spend hours upon hours painfully clawing his way through the stone, but he keeps convincing himself it'll be faster to find a cave that leads to the surface. The pounding heartbeat of a warden stills rings in his ears, an ever-present reminder of his terrible luck. If only he could get some wood. Just a few planks, some torches. Anything. It's almost as if the stone doesn't want him to leave.

- @basaltdragon

- Buried by @arts-and-drafts

- Cleo grits her teeth and pulls a leather cap low over her head and stays on the outskirts of the taiga village, where the less scrupulous people go. She can't stay here long, if an iron golem catches her she's going to end up social spawning a bunch of less sapient friends and wiping out the village. The air is cold and thin out here, close to the mountains. The strays leave her alone. She's not sure how to feel about that. ~@betweenlands

- "A poem, by Impulse" by @/rayveewrites

- Pulse by @/arts-and-drafts

- Unnamed Impulse fic by @bat-connoisseur

- Another Impulse fic by @/betweenlands

- Don't think about it by me (@shadeswift99 )

- A poetic fic by @irys-97

- this short anon piece

- If I lose myself by @/arts-and-drafts

- Mountainside by @/basaltdragon

- Sleepwalk by @/betweenlands

- This Grian fic by @silverechosandsmileymasks

- A Jevin fic by @/basaltdragon

- This Hypno piece by @/fireflower-dusk

- This Iskall anon

- Alternate Impulse fic by @/rayveewrites

- Short Grian fic by @rk9-mew2

- an alternate headcanon for Mumbo

- This Xisuma fic by @/bat-connoisseur

#hcraft #hermitcraftheadcanons #hermitcraft #hermitblr #mod shade #masterpost #scattered au #long post

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