#into the hermit verse

[redstonedust]

really wasnt sure how to title this one without getting cancelled

[sodamnbored]

Jason: *bodily dumping Nico into a seat at the table*

Jason, sternly: Now eat.

Nico: *sullenly picking up his fork*

Percy, amused: I see you’re still taking care of Nico then.

Jason: Yep. Kicking his ass back to health and happiness.

[radioves]

its quite shrimple actually

[anonymousreader4d7]

Species headcanons for rmau?? I love hearing everyone’s different interpretations and headcanons!

Yee!!! I'm so excited people are interested!!!

I've had these percolating for a while now - like, 2 years, actually!!! I keep adding onto and adjusting specifics of the different species, or adding new ones, but I'll list the my shortlist of Hermits/Lifers and their species here, and then I'll start posting the details for species individually, before making a masterpost with links to all of them and this!!!

But yeah, here's my list, under the cut!!!

(Edit: I just realized I forgot to mention what the names in parentheses are - that's in reference to another aspect of the AU, called Code Bonding - which will get its own post after the species. The names are their Code Bonded partner! Also, if someone has a question mark next to their species, it means I haven't solidified my headcanon for them yet, and I'm welcome to suggestions! I'll edit this as I solidify or add ideas!)

Hermits:

Bdubs - Time Deity - (Etho)

Cub - Vex Hybrid - created via Vex Deal (ConVex)

Doc - Playerborn Creeper - Born Moderator

Etho - Unknown - Kitsune - (Budbs)

False - Avian - Eagle

Gem - Fae - Animal/Shapeshift Magics

Scar - Fae Hybrid - Shapeshifting Magics - activated via Vex Deal (ConVex)

Grian - Watcher - Created - (Mumbo)

Hypno - Human

Jev - Slime - Blue, humanoid

Impulse - Demon - Telluris - (Skizz)

Iskall - Code-weaver

Joe - Unknown - Just a Guy™ (or Herobrine?)

Keralis - Primordial

Mumbo - Shiftwalker - (Grian)

Pearl - Moon Deity (Ascended Alien)

Ren - Playerborn Dog

Skizz - Angel - Earth - Fallen - (Impulse)

Joel - Minor Chaos Deity - (Lizzie)

Stress - Fae - Plant Magics

Tango - Pb Blaze/Demon Hybrid - Ignis - (Jimmy)

Beef - Bull/Cow Hybrid

Wels - Human

xB - Guardian Hybrid/Voidwalker Descendant

Xisuma - Voidwalker - Admin

Zed - Playerborn Sheep

Cleo - Mobborn Zombie

TFC - Primordial (maybe Steve? Or Herobrine if Joe's not?)

Non-Hermit Life Members:

Scott - Starborn

BigB - Primordial

Martyn - Listener - Created - Taught Moderator

Lizzie - Fae - Animal/Shapeshift Magics - (Joel)

Jimmy - Listener - Created - (Tango)

Bonus:

Pixlriffs - Watcher - Created

Ollie - Avian - Songbird

Shubble - Witch - not the mob kind…

CaptainSparklez - Celestial

PeteZahHutt - Slime - Green, humanoid

Technoblade - Mobborn Piglin - Blood God - (Philza)

Philza - Admin - Void-glider - (Techno)

I have a few more (including ones for other DSMP members from back when I was really into it) but I'm just leaving this list to these, and my examples for species will be limited to these guys too.

If people have ideas/suggestions for the other Empires members I haven't listed here, feel free to let me know, because I haven't watched as much of those guys and I'd be happy to include them!!!

[deermouth]

Thinking about him this evening.

[dragetunge]

@memoryreign liked for a starter

[❇]—;

Autumn was a busy season for the spirit. Harvest time was around the corner. The dragons were starting to settle into their spaces in order begin their migrations to produce their young. A hatchery was found deep under the isle of Berk. An island once upon a time ago covered in ice. When he woke and found his touch produced colored variations of leaves and a temperature perfect for the creatures he cared most for he could only be thrilled.

With dragon companion they would travel from the island once a year to bring the colors found on his isle to the other parts of the world. He had never seen such colors before. Such places. But he had become known to the guardians who protected the children as a hermit. He did not interact much with them. Only with the other seasonal spirits. But never them. Their paths were much different and he answered to an entirely different entity than the Man in the Moon.

If one were in search of him. They would find him. With the dragons who remained hidden and safe from the rest of the world.

[nazorneku]

👫// BB Vincent and BB Malenia kty

Signature weapon for this verse is the Burial Blade. And akin to his predecessor of wielding it, Vincent carries a lot of grief and rue towards the Hunters, cursed and destined to walk within the Hunter's Dream again and again to never be relieved from the duty of fighting the beasts. Originally, Vincent was the part of the Healing Church Hunters, tasked with covering up the plague outbreaks, discreetly eliminating the infected away from prying eyes, erasing any trace of potential negative symptoms of the blood administrations. Not unlike the type of missions Turks are given, which prompted me to contemplate in this direction.

The majority of his guilt also originated from the fact that he was amongst the Hunters who raided the Fishing Hamlet, but was never dispatched to remain there or assist Lady Maria. Probably for the best, as he was aware of the degree of unethical experiments the Church conducted, yet due to it being his duty he kept his concerns silent and never stepped out of his station. This is also where I want to draw the line of similarity to how the situation with Hojo's experiments occurred in canon material, as I plan to integrate what he went through in the game and draw parallels between these two source materials to include that.

After the disbandment of the Hunter's Workshop, Vincent joined Ludwig in suppressing the beast outbreak in Yharnam and this is also when he met Malenia for the first time. When one is a witness of constant death and misery, one stops paying attention to the faces of one's comrades, one learns to not get attached. However, something in how she fought and conducted self attracted his attention, thus many years later Vincent was capable to remember her, though retained this fact unvocalized. He also suspected her connection to the Choir, but never had a solid proof nor the desire to obtain one.

To mention this ask I once sent you, when the Choir and School of Mensis were established, Vincent was recruited to the latter as one of its "Hunters", oblivious at first that people he was tasked to deliver were not infected at all and were intended for research and experimentation. Upon realization and when he could no longer bear the burden of guilt, he approached the Vicar 'bout the matter, what resulted in violent confrontation. And not unlike one with Hojo, Vincent was gravely injured and became the subject for experiments on blood, that mainly involved organs transplantation and transformation. When the initial split of three affiliations happened and they openly regarded each other as rivals, Vincent still remained as captive, slumbering, barely alive and unconscious after all those severe experiments. At some point he awakened the first time and I do believe it would be thanks to Miquella and his cleansing influence (i still need to sniff all your headcanons), the fog was lifted from his mind enough to make an escape, this also happened before Old Yharnam was burnt to the ground.

BONUS:

Vincent totally would not connect dots between Miquella and Malenia at first, unless one of them mentions the other. This also makes me believe that for Vincent Miquella will resemble Aerith, so his requests would be fulfilled, like if he won't want to let Malenia know 'bout him or his fate. Also shamelessly stealing your idea, that prior to their parting, Miquella imparted some cryptic wisdom onto Vincent that he later realized was important after shit hit the fan. Regardless, he would be thankful and feel indebted for saving him from the laboratory and from being trapped in the nightmare as well. And if he would be unable to assist Miquella directly, he would aid Malenia, as it would be regarded as paying the debt to her brother as well.

&. four headcanons

[fogwitchoftheevermore]

apologies for the spam reblog on that one the extremely niche trope of “character who’s not supposed to/doesn’t/can’t use their wings for whatever reason tries to use their wings in a moment of panic” really gets me

[gcldfanged]

@saishuu-heiki

The ground had been too hard with ice to bury the old man, so Jae had spent the better part of an entire day chopping down trees to fashion a pyre for him. Despite the steel coloring his once pitch black hair and beard, he'd looked as handsome as he had in the photos of his youth: a towering sequoia amongst a forest of lesser men, great iron muscles straining and thick veins splintering blade, bullet and lash-tortured skin. His anguish was their suffering, the austere Loyalists who bled for home and country. They were nothing more than primitives that the Modernists now laughed at, for not whoring themselves, for covering their superior human forms in hand me down skin and hides like simple animals.

If they were seen as little more than a sidestep away from basic savagery, then he would continue to stalk the wilds as one of them. Wrapped from head to toe in mink and thick wools, none of the glimmering liquid gemstone colors of industrialized silks, nor the pinstriped cotton-twills of Junon's boxy suits and jaunty fedoras. His shoes were traditional gutals, handcarved leather and insulating fur, stocky with their slightly upturned toes and soles that left barely a footprint in even powder-snow. Surrounded by drooling, panting mountainous 'shepherd dogs' only a handful's generations of careless breeding away from wolves- They were as one, of the same razor-edged instinct and unified mind focused solely on the hunt. On the kill. Wolves wished they killed with the ferocity that they did.

Wolves never attacked unless you'd wronged them, somehow- Then they would take you, if they could. Normally they would merely hunch in the snow with baleful eyes and curl their tails between their legs miserably, saliva glistening on their fangs from one too many days without fresh meat. They knew better.

The Han were a proud nation of survivors, from the barren terrain and the frigid temperatures stymieing new growth and life, to the hostile occupation by Wutai stomping their pride and faces into the frigid, muddy earth. They were the product of a culture and an ideology that, as far as everyone else was concerned, no longer existed. They'd been worse than just cast out- To sink so low as to accept foreign aid, to fall so far as to do terrible and cynical things. Men and women would sacrifice themselves for 'The Greater Good'. This, he knew. His grandfather's entire life had been committed to the belief that it had all been voluntary.

But that wasn't the problem. It wasn't the dying. It was living and dying for what their leaders had become. Unbeknownst to them, to the old man whose last words were a long rattling wheeze and a hand thrust out at his grandchild and a strangled "What was it all for...?", to everyone else who'd worked and toiled and sacrificed so much, their great country was nothing at all.

Fucking nothing. Somehow their most promising generation had turned heel to greedy capitalists and as the old ways deteriorated, it didn't take long to find the trails of blood and mako they'd left behind. They bowed before and kissed the polished leather of Shinra's dress shoes as their industrial engineers swarmed over the bloated carcass of Haneul like a plague of botflies. The natural flora and fauna withered and twisted into mako-poisoned mutations, jobs became scarce due to rampant automation, their sons and daughters prostituted as the company grew fat off their blood, sweat, and bitter tears.

As far as he was concerned, The Silver General may as well be the court jester prancing about for an oligarchy of human parasites tearing into their great nation's pride and simple dignity- It's humanity. He'd seen it and lived in it, the desperation and poverty. Distinguished intellectuals and artisans selling themselves on the street. The Loyalists labeled 'rebels' and 'criminals'.

It was almost a relief his grandfather had passed when he did, just to prevent him from the knowing- That they hadn't just fallen, but passed hitting rock bottom and carved it's way into the chthonian underbelly of modern man's gravest sins.

Chaebols had become a byword for crooks, because natives understood what the decadent West's idea of business was. It was only a quest for ownership. It wasn't fair trade. It wasn't about equality. It was zero-sum savagery. It was taking what you wanted and giving your victim the illusion of consent.

The profiteers 'enriched' themselves, bloated their accounts with foreign gil. There was rarely even the simple poetic bliss in one of them getting torn apart by a reactor bomb planted by AVALANCHE. They survived. The shitheads always survived. The assholes always did.

So what did that mean about him?

His gaze is twinned black holes and merciless, spearing his gimlet eyed stare down the nose of a stolen rifle. It was anger and outrage and pain- A once great nation's desperate denial of the inevitable.

"Shinra isn't welcome here."

The words aren't ungainly on his lips, they never had been. Han was his language, but they'd learned Common in primary school, babbling syllables in other tongues.

Their enemy's and their ally's: He'd learned Wutainese when he attempted training to enlist in counter-intelligence. He'd felt the weight of hungry eyes more than once as Shinra's science department sniffed around, attempted to slobber all over him. It was disgraceful- Disgusting, the way they posed and preened and invited him to become more than 'just a farmer with a gun', not even Public Security, but a SOLDIER.

To Hell with them.

To Hell with anyone.

[fatexbound]

"I might like girls, but even I wouldn't force anyone to hold my hand if they didn't want to. It's all about consent and taking it slow, people! Those visual novels made it look so easy..."

[foliarlight]

Nobody asked for this but ... mandatory Pokemon verse ...

[dokitm-arch]

i had a terrible realization last night while scrolling through youtube: idia would be a PERFECT candidate as a member of the genius society in HSR 💀 i mean, think about it: tech prodigy, pretty eccentric personality wise AND comes from a rich ass family which owns an entire fucking UNDERWORLD. i'm onto something, fellas.

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[abyssmalice]

(thinking abt my tonis getting huggus bc they deserve hugs and also both of them rarely accept hugs despite varyingly having a tendency to be the one giving hugs.

tol toni esp......... gives so many hugs. but never has anyone hug her back bc like lmao hermit loner)

[furykept]

@nulltune​​ asked:  ‘come with me anyway? just for fun?’

in the city of rain, there’s a restaurant that has everyone talking and singing their praises. whenever you dare to venture into town, you can count on overhearing about it at least once, especially the closer it becomes to lunch or dinner time. yet you have never gone in the hundred or so years you’ve spent hearing about it, because to you, the idea of dining in what you imagine to be a crowded, confined space isn’t in the least bit appealing. you would much rather stay home as you always do, making do for yourself ( even if your cooking is only mediocre ).  

but lately it’s become hard to resist when hakuno is the one asking you for anything. 

still, you do hesitate. slight grimace mars your features briefly while you weigh your options― hakuno is always lovely company, and since it’s later in the afternoon ( drawing near evening, actually ), the restaurant probably won’t be too crowded... maybe just a couple late-lunch stragglers. so it can’t be too bad. and you’ve done this well for so long, keeping to yourself and avoiding suspicion in this city. the likelihood of anyone bothering you is slim to none, if you put your paranoia aside. and when you do, you see no reason to deny hakuno’s harmless request.

you will not admit that you wouldn’t deny her even if you did think trouble might arise. 

❝alright,❞ comes the answer with a little nod. it’s a little more softspoken than you usually would be, but that’s come to be the norm when you’re with her. venom no longer laces your tone, edges disappear from your tone, and blunt words soften for her alone these days. you won’t yet speak out loud what that means, but you can admit to yourself, at least, that you readily consider her a friend― the first you’ve had beyond the other original wizards.

❝consider it my treat, though. if you don’t mind.❞

[bujorulgalben]

Oh to run away back into the mountains and escape the heat of the plains, and to catch the cool morning breezes in the flapping of my blouse. Oh, and to dance in the heavy rains after lunch, breathe in that fresh air and watch the shadows crawl across the hills at sunset--

...

I am packing a suitcase.