#welsknight fanfic

[blorballs-of-yarn]

New fic! About helsmits :D The helsmit tag was looking a bit sparse, tbh.

[yayforocs]

hEY THE PROJECT!!!! I'M CAUGHT UP!!!

SO i started watching hermitcraft this season and one of the povs i picked up is wels and!! i've really enjoyed watching :VV everyone else is fun but when iw as watching wels i was like. i gotta draw. something.

taking some insp from fanartists doing fake thumbnails for some of the secret life folks when that was running, i decided to try my hand at some fake thumbnails of my own! it's been rly fun and definitely stretching my skills =7= i'm gonna see how long i can keep up w it :VVV

[evilrat-sabre]

So mobius trip anyone?

This is fanart for @mawofthemagnetar lovely fanfic, go give it a read!

Translation

First image:

We don't return souls

second image:

Did you ever look at your friend’s face, just to realize that you can’t meet their eyes?

[whereismycaplock]

pretending i know how to book cover

fanfic by mawofthemagnetar

Creativity Anarchronic

[astronautbeans]

Hypno and Wels drive off together to spend the evening stargazing. Trips like these are their best kept secret and the most relaxed they’ve ever been, with no expectations from either of them to be something more than friends.

@mcyt-aro-week day 4 lets goooooooo

this one is for the Hypno and Wels enjoyers <3

[nyxcentury]

Currently reading Möbius Trip by MawoftheMagentar

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50377582/chapters/133969945

And was possessed by the urge to draw something for it.

From chapter 17:

“Stupid road won’t break,” he muttered, taking another hit from the joint, “The road won’t break, these drugs suck, there’s no fucking stars, and now I’m really really hungry for some reason.”

“Same.” Wels said, pulling a bag of “Potato chips” out of his inventory and tearing it open.

“I feel like we’re a few blocks from the answer, we’re just looking at it from the wrong direction, or something,” Wels muttered, yanking out a fistful of chips and shoving three of them into his mouth at once.

“Yeah, same. It’s like…I don’t fucking know. We’re gonna…I don’t know.”

Silence, this time punctuated by chewing.

[writing-the-end]

A quiet village at the edge of the Forest of Memories holds one man's dark descent into madness, and the hope of a new generation

Masterlist

Au, character designs, and story inspired by my epic bestie @theguardiansofredland , so definitely check em out and drop some love!

Sup bitches enjoy the first chapter posted now that I live in buttfuck nowhere again

[timmy-bee]

Title: (home is) where the heart is Warnings: n/a Relationships: Welsknight & Helsknight Chapter(s): 1/1 Summary:

Wels doesn't like feeling. He doesn't like when he's laying on his bed, sitting in his tent, exhausted and worn out because he is feeling too much and he can't figure out why. He never knows why.

aka; wels centered angst where he struggles with getting out of bed, his brother helps him

made a new fic instead of working on an old one !! :3 for the welsknight fans out there! we up with that theyre enemies in canon but i made them brothers in fanon type duo (ty to @nyanatomy for betareading & helping edit :3)

[seth-kia]

Remember that post from ages back, of funny things to say if you get stabbed? I wrote it with Welsknight. Enjoy.

Welsknight. Knight. It was in his name. Surely the armor gave it away, or his posture, or his clearly styled longswords, or the many times he talked with a bit too much of an Arthurian vocabulary. He was used to fighting, he knew pain--how to deal and receive it, how to heal and avoid it. It came with the job.

And yet, the Hermits still freaked out whenever someone stabbed him. It's really not that big of a deal, right?

Right?

--

(aka: welsknight and his many responses to being stabbed.)

[self-appointed-nerd]

Does anyone want me to write this AU???

So ever since the second prank war began, I've had this idea in my head and I was wondering if y'all would like to read it! If you would, reblog with #yes so I can count how many are interested :D

SKIP TO TLDR IF YOU DON'T WANT SPOILERS

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PLOT: Before the events of the most recent video, Doc sent out messages summoning the former members of Team STAR. During the first civil war, all members of Team STAR were being mind controlled using a series of linked eyes of ender*. During the final battle of the first war, the Team STAR members slowly came to their senses, helping each other out of their mind control and ending the war. Doc, however, plans to use these eyes of ender again.

Most of the Team STAR members are rightfully averse to the idea of reuniting as a force due to these past events, and while Doc has Ren and False under his control again and believes that the others are sure to follow, the remaining members plot against him and sway the other hermits out of his grasp.

All of this tension comes to a head when Doc, controlling Ren and False, lead an attack on Scarland and succeed in destroying it. Doc is now completely under the influence of the Eye of Ender that he is using. His plan after destroying Scarland was to call for Team Star to unleash a final attack; a plot that the other members had tricked him into believing they would follow. What he doesn't expect is for Wels to be the first to respond.

Doc was under the presumption that Wels was still stuck in one of his deep slumbers (A side effect of being possessed during the first war.) However, Wels had been leading the entire Anti-STAR operation in secret. He directs the rest of the server to attack, destroying the eyes of ender that Doc had been controlling (or rather controlled by) for good.

*(In my Colonies AU, Eyes of ender are malevolent sentient beings that can possess humans. The eyes used by Doc are Dominion/Obedience eyes, which grant the controller of the Dominion eye partial or full control over anyone possessed by an Obedience eye. In reality, the Dominance eye corrupts its user to fulfill its own wishes)

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TLDR/No Spoilers: Doc uses mind control to try and reunite Team STAR against the buttercups. However, even though it seems successful at first, it doesn't end exactly as planned.

[blorballs-of-yarn]

Wooo!!! More prompts from the random prompt generator! Aka content generated by Grumbot! Not written with AI I swear!! There's confirmed at least three mafias in this!!

[thathermitweirdo]

The worlds had shifted.

The feeling was new.

Fresh.

Powerful.

It wasn't uncommon to feel a new realm come into creation. Players would come and go, worlds and servers blinking in and out of existence every passing moment. Some had been abandoned, left behind and forgotten. Others could be inhabited for years, for those who had undying determination. Each would be more different than the last, from the terrain and the world itself, to the builds and the creations that filled the region.

Normally, they would pay no mind to this. It was the natural way. One server would crumble, only for a new world to be brought into existence at the very same time. Though, it was hard to ignore how intriguing this new realm was. Something about it held great promise, like it was destined for something.

That had already caught their attention. The overwhelming potential that radiated off this world could not be ignored, nor would they turn a blind eye to its inhabitants. They were vigorous and bright, just as the new world that they had traveled to. Their presence was like a luminous beacon of light, impossible to ignore through its immaculate glow.

Individually, the large group of players held a small glow, no bigger than a candle. But when they were brought together, when they were united as one, the light they held could not be contained. It reached throughout the corners of the world, brightening even the darkest shadows that lurked within the realm they inhabited. As one would fall into dismay, the others would be there to offer their undying light. They were intertwined, bonded closer than blood, with eternal faith and trust in one another.

They were allies.

Friends.

Family.

The players were vastly different in many aspects. Some were inhuman, monsters and creatures of the undead. Others were purely human, though their skills and abilities were anything but similar. They were nothing alike, and yet cherished each other as if they were the closest of kin. It was...odd. How could they be so close, so accepting of one another?

Worlds like these were uncommon. Players were normally in conflict, at war with one another. Calm servers never lasted, most would turn greedy or vengeful rather quickly. Allies were rare, but a moment of peace was even rarer. But here, it was all for fun. No smoldering battlefields, or ruins of buildings. It was peaceful.

This wasn't what they were used to.

They liked it.

It was refreshing. A new challenge.

Servers were always so easy to conquer, to control. They were already at war with one another, making it easier to persuade and manipulate players. But these players? They were a united force, they would be able to stand together and resist. They would be harder to control, they wouldn't be pinned against one another so easily. And yet, the reward would be far greater than the effort it took to achieve it.

This world would bow before them, the players worshiping them like gods.

They just needed a bit of help to get it done.

⭑

The start of the season was always Xisuma's favorite time.

Especially now, the first day of season six, as the small batch of misfit players set up camp in what would be the future shopping district. Tomorrow morning, they would all go their separate ways to start work on bases and farms. But for now, the server's admin pushed that thought away. It wasn't the time to worry about building starter bases or collecting tools and armor, it was the time to spend with his close friends.

Doc and Iskall were working on setting up a couple temporary tents where the group would spend the night. Joe was helping Stress prepare a dinner over the campfire that False was collecting more firewood for. The admin himself was busy fixing up a few bugs here and there, since 1.16 wasn't all that finalized. But, the server seemed to be running smoothly, so at least that wasn't an issue.

"How much longer until all the bugs are fixed with the update?" Zedaph asked, impatient from his excitement.

"I'm not entirely sure yet," X laughed. "But I'm sure it won't be too long. Just the first few days. Don't worry about it, I'll get it done."

"Don't kill yourself with the workload." Joe warned as he waved a ladle at the admin.

Xisuma simply rolled his eyes, though a smile remained across his face. "I got it. Now, where—"

"Dudes!" Ren called, running out of the darkened woods. "Mumbo and I found a shipwreck nearby!"

"Oh, looks like that answers my question." X chuckled yet again.

The aforementioned redstoner stumbled into the campsite, though his hair and clothes were dripping wet with salt water. "Yep...and someone had to go get the loot.."

"Find anything good?" Cleo asked while lounging by the fire.

"A few potatoes and some rotten flesh, but nothing useful. We did happen to find a couple spots that looked good for bases, but that's about it." Mumbo sighed with disappointment lingering in his voice, taking a seat near the fire in hopes of drying himself off.

"We'll have better luck in the future, after all, it is only the first day." Stress hummed while stirring a large cauldron of bubbling soup, pouring it into a couple bowls for the group to enjoy.

"I'd say we're doing pretty good for a start." TinFoilChef joined the conversation, walking into the campsite with an iron pickaxe in one hand. Tango was close behind, carrying their goodies that they had collected from the underground caverns.

"I assume the mining trip went well?" Cub asked as he handed a bowl of soup to Scar, while the older hermit gave a calm nod, setting down his tool.

"Plenty of iron and a couple diamonds. It was definitely a good haul, we barely spent any time down in the mines."

Tango dropped the bag of materials on the ground, taking a seat between Impulse and Zedaph near the tents. "Yeah. I'd say this season is off to a pretty great start!"

"Agreed. It's not every day we all get together and camp out like this, but I'm glad we are." Wels chimed in, sitting next to Jevin while sharpening an iron sword.

"I wish we could do it more often." Xisuma sighed while closing a floating transparent screen that he used to monitor the server on. "Hopefully we can in the future, but for now I plan on enjoying the moment."

"Finally, dude! You've been staring at the screen since we got on the server!" Ren said, patting the spot next to him to invite the admin to take a seat.

"I know, I know... I'm just trying to get the server working so that I don't have to waste time on it when the bugs get worse."

"Well, it's better to get it all done now rather than put it off for later." Doc said as he finished setting up one of the last tents, joining the rest of the hermits by the fire for dinner.

"That's true—" Cleo admitted, "—but you gotta start taking breaks more often. You can't fix up the server if you're completely exhausted!"

Xisuma chuckled. "Alright, alright, I promise this season will be different." He said, Joe handing him a steaming bowl of soup.

"Does everyone have something to eat?" The poet asked the small group, gaining nods and agreement from the other hermits. He smiled and sat next to Cleo to enjoy his own meal.

By the time everyone had finished eating, it was late into the night. It had taken time to gather up all the ingredients and prepare dinner, so that was to be expected. Most hermits went to bed immediately after, planning to get up early in the morning to start work on their starter bases. The few remaining hermits spent the rest of the night joking and laughing before reluctantly turning in for the night.

Doc was one of the last few awake, rubbing his organic eye to fight away the creeping feeling of sleep. By now it was well past midnight, as the moon hung high in the sky above. Stars danced and twinkled like never before, as if the galaxy was celebrating the arrival of the hermits to this new world. "Wow," the cyborg muttered in awe. "I don't think I've ever seen so many stars in one place before."

Xisuma glanced up from the panel he was working on, distracted for a moment. "Yeah. It's beautiful." He agreed with a smile, before turning back to his admin duties.

"C'mon, man. You shouldn't be working right now. It's way too late." Tango mentioned, stuck between Impulse against his shoulder and Zedaph's head resting on his lap. Both had fallen asleep long ago, and while Tango was tired, he feared that moving would wake them up.

"Yeah. It's the first night. We'll be able to deal with a couple bugs here and there!" Cub agreed.

The admin kept his eyes glued to the screens in which he worked on. "Sorry. I know I said I would stop working. It's just that—"

"You're a workaholic." Tango rolled his eyes with a chuckle.

"Seriously. You need a vacation!"

"Or at least some sleep." Doc laughed, "It's late, X. Why not turn in for the night?"

"I will, I will. I just need to wrap a few things up, I swear." He promised.

"Okay, fine. Don't make Doc have to drag you to bed!" Cub chortled as he stood up, stretching his arms above his head. "I'm gonna join Scar in his tent for the night. See you guys in the morning."

"Night Cub! Hey Doc, do you think you could help me with Impulse and Zed? I don't think I can carry them back to our tent by myself."

"No problem, Tango." The creeper said as he stood up, walking over to team ZIT. He grabbed Zedaph by the collar of his sweater with ease, before grabbing Impulse with his other arm.

"Dang! Gotta love robotic enhancements!" He laughed in awe of Doc's strength.

"Come on, let’s get these two to bed." Doc said before glancing over his shoulder, locking eyes with Xisuma. "Get some rest, man."

The two headed back to their tents, leaving the admin alone by the remaining ashes of the fire. He sighed while closing the floating panel of code. 'They're right, ' Xisuma thought silently. 'I'll get some water to put out the fire, then head to bed. I don't need to finish fixing all the bugs today.'

He grabbed an empty pail sitting by some resources, the admin heading out of the campsite in search of a river. X could have sworn he saw one earlier, though the forest was harder to navigate in the midst of the night.

Looking up towards the sky, the stars above glistening brighter than before. Xisuma paused for a moment, almost enchanted by the sight. 'The sky has never looked so clear before, ' The Brit thought while staring at the darkened blue deep purples hues in the galaxy above. 'It's almost like magic. '

Fog filled his mind, eyelids growing heavy. 'Goodness, I really AM tired. I didn't even realize... ' Xisuma yawned, tearing his eyes away from the sight of the stars above. Once he got the water from the river, he could head to bed and finally get some much-needed rest.

Walking through the forest, running water could be heard softly trickling nearby. The campsite could be seen very faintly in the horizon, though the flicker of light from the ashes was beginning to die down. Even so, it was safer to fully extinguish the fire, just in case. Xisuma didn't want any fire spreading on their very first night. Though, it wouldn't take very long before someone accidentally burned down a tree or two.

He knelt beside the river, dipping the bucket into the slowly flowing water. Xisuma stared into the eyes of his reflection, somewhat lost in the distant mess of his thoughts. Something felt wrong, as if his mind wasn't working properly. Was he getting sick? That couldn't be very good, especially this early into season six! It would be a shame to have Joe and Tango step in as temporary admins, causing them to fall behind on early progress. Not to mention they would have to deal with all the strange glitches that seemed to be popping up on the server.

Taking off his helmet for some fresh air, Xisuma let his shoulders relax. He rubbed his eyes, grogginess from the lack of sleep beginning to weaken both his mind and body. The Brit tried to stand, though the bucket felt much too heavy to carry. He could barely hold it for a few moments before dropping it, causing all the water he had collected to spill out.

"Oh jeez.." X muttered while shaking his head, bending down to lift the bucket off of the ground. For a moment he saw something out of the corner of his eye, as if someone had been there for a moment. A chill of surprise ran down his spine, Xisuma turning around to spot whoever had snuck behind him.

No one was there.

"H-hello?" He spoke rather quietly, glancing around at the surrounding trees in the forest. "Doc? Is that you?"

' My imagination must be running wild. I should hurry and get back to camp before I drive myself crazy. ' Xisuma thought cautiously to himself, picking the bucket back off of the ground. He dipped the pail back into the water, gathering just enough to put out the fire, but it would be light enough for him to carry.

Clutching the bucket close to his chest, Xisuma began to walk back to camp. He felt paranoid, like someone was watching him from afar. It was a ridiculous thought, but one that filled him with anxiety. It's like he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being stalked, which caused the admin to walk slightly faster through the forest.

His body froze at a rustle coming from the bushes, his heart rate increasing drastically. X shakily glanced over his shoulder, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. "C-Cub? Tango? Is that one of you?" The bushes rustled again, causing the admin to take a step closer.

"Hello..?" He raised an eyebrow, taking another nervous step toward the bush. He placed a hand on one of the branches, pulling away the greenery to try and glance at what was hiding within.

Something jumped out at him, too fast to give Xisuma the chance to scream. The only sound was his bucket hitting the ground, and the faint splash of water.

⭑

When he woke up, there was a shift in the air.

It was the first thing Xisuma came to realize, as the cool air of the summertime night had been lost. Instead there was an uneasy chill, a feeling that he just couldn't explain. His head felt like it had been split open, a pounding feeling against his skull that made the admin groan.

"Looks like he's awake. " A voice spoke suddenly, one that Xisuma hadn't heard before.

He fought to open his eyes, his vision foggy and unfocused. The world around him wasn't Hermitcraft, X knew that for sure. It...Well, it wasn't any world. There was quite literally nothing, nothing other than space. Galaxies surrounded him, stars and planets unlike any that Xisuma had ever seen before. Deep purple hues mixed with blue and red, so vivid that it was like the Brit was actually in space.

"Welcome, admin!" Another voice greeted him, causing Xisuma's gaze to shift upwards.

Two figures stood before him, tall creatures with the silhouette of humans, yet they were anything but. Their skin was a light shade of purple, ears pointed, with the white of their eyes instead black. One was female, or at least, it looked like a female? Her hair was long, flowing down to her waist. She wore a dress with a deep purple color (which complemented her skin) along with gold accents and jewelry. The man was dressed the same, but instead of a dress he wore a fine suit with a long tailcoat.

What X found most intriguing about these creatures was their hair. It was...strange, to say the least. It was as if their hair was made up of the galaxy itself. Dark purple colors mixed with stars and nebulas, as if they had taken a chunk of space and merged it with their hair. It moved like it was made of magic, flowing mystically on its own.

"This is the one?" The man asked, seemingly unimpressed with a cold gaze of judgment locked onto Xisuma. "I suppose he will do...For now."

"Patience is key, Cepheus." She spoke with a voice made of silk, the woman kneeling beside Xisuma's collapsed body. "He will do just nicely."

X tried to push himself off of the ground, though a burning numbness suddenly washed over him, causing the admin to collapse before he could get onto his knees. "W-wha—" Xisuma gasped, lungs burning as if he had run a marathon.

"Stay still." The man, Cepheus, commanded. There was a strange aura surrounding his hand, was it the reason X suddenly felt so numb? Was it some kind of spell? Or magic?

The female creature removed his helmet, placing it next to the admin while inspecting his face. She placed a hand on his chin to lift his head, stroking a thumb against his cheek. Her magic seemed to cancel the magic that had previously overtaken him, which gave Xisuma the chance to catch his breath. Still, he was frozen on the ground, paralyzed.

"Let's help you up, shall we?" She smiled, snapping her fingers together. Xisuma felt his body leave the ground as a tingle spread through his limbs, his arms and legs moving with a mind of their own. His limbs straightened out as his feet touched the ground, though he felt frozen. It was like he was some kind of toy or figurine for these creatures to play with, no free will of his own.

She clasped her hands together. "Much better, now we can properly speak with you. I am Cassiopeia. And this—" She gestured towards the man standing next to her. "—is Cepheus. We are creatures known as Watchers, beings of magic and power."

"We've taken a liking to your server." Cepheus continued, "So we have decided to help you out."

"As the admin, we have decided to gift you power similar to ours. You will use the magic we give you to keep your server in check, as well as assist us." Cassiopeia said.

Xisuma blinked, his mind trying to catch up with everything that was happening. "I-I'm sorry, 'assist you'? What does that mean?"

"You will simply have to repay us for our gift. We can go into finer details later on, though it isn't of relevance at the moment. For now, however, we shall send you back to your realm." Cepheus explained with a magical aura surrounding his hand.

"Wait, what—?!" Xisuma shook his head, "I-I don't agree to this, I have questions, wait—"

"Everything will come in due time." Cassiopeia cut off the admin's concerns as she spoke. "We have sent someone to your server to grant you the magic you need. They shall help guide you, as well as keep you in contact with us. We shall watch. Go now, there's so much to prepare for."

"Hold on, stop—!" X pleaded, though his cries fell upon deaf ears. The pair of Watchers smiled at him with eyes dark and sinister, as Xisuma's vision began to blur.

There were so many questions he had, so many concerns, yet they all went unanswered as he blacked out.

[fromthedeskoftheminister]

Magical Emergencies of the Big Moon Variety

Summary: Not everyone adjusts well to being unceremoniously ejected from a collective simulation. Even if it only lasted for approximately 6 months ship time, it certainly felt a lot longer. Some of the adjustments that need to be made are minor in nature. Others… are a bit more serious and require outside assistance which youd think would be hard to come by in space. Look familiar? Unedited Pt 1, Unedited Pt 2,

Read the edited version on AO3

Tango spread his fingers against the glass his hand flexing absently as he greedily drank in the sights of his friends and family. He couldn’t tell if the relief that he was feeling was from the simple joy that his family were all in fact alive and in, uh, various states of wellness or from the more selfish realization that he hadn’t failed in his quest to blow up the moon.  The simulation had ended quite abruptly, moments before moon-fall.  If Tango had to guess, the resulting cataclysm had catapulted them back into their bodies and awareness of the real world without so much as a by your leave. From his vantage point it was very obvious that some of them had not handled the transition well at all. 

His eyes drifted down the line of Hermits as they all waited, with varying levels of patience, for the Pods to finish draining and equalize to the internal atmosphere of the Hermitheius. Bdubs was pressed up against the glass, as close as he could get to the center of the room and by default the rest of the hermits, eyes wider than normal. Their gazes met and Bdubs’ grin nearly split his face in two, eyes watering. Tango flashed him a quick smirk and a thumbs up. His focus wandered again, this time seeking out the third member of their trio. Keralis was sitting peacefully on the floor of his own pod making faces at XB, but he offered a wave of his own when Tango managed to catch his eye. Basemates accounted for, Tango turned his attention to the rest of his friends. From where he was already looking, it was easiest to find Zedaph, skipping over and noting a few empty pods in the process. He’d been a bit concerned for Zed, isolated as he had been for the entirety of the simulation but there was no way to tell what was going through his buddy’s head normally let alone right now. In fact, Zed was still sitting back to the room and staring out the window closest to his pod into the void of space, just as he had been since Tango had awakened.

A fine mist of condensation floated across the room before dissipating. Tango traced it to its source finding what looked like a joyous cacophony of noise as Bdubs’ upon release from his pod had launched himself into the arms of a mildly surprised Etho. Tango was unsure exactly why as he had spotted the other man hovering near Bdubs pod for as long as he had been aware.  Etho hadn't been the only one present either, even if he was the only one currently lingering. Iskall, Stress, Wels and TFC had left the simulation early and Tango had seen all of them as they wandered through, checking in on everyone before wandering off again. Wels had even stopped to chat when Tango had waived him down while waiting for his pod to finish draining.

It was hard to communicate through glass without communicators but luckily his pantomimes and pidgin sign language had been fairly easy to understand. At least Wels had gotten the gist of what Tango wanted to know, and had been fairly obliging in his explanations. The five hermits who had ended up leaving the simulation early had simply opted to remain out of the simulation rather than constantly hopping back in and out again during the long trip to Season 8. He’d also managed to convey that he and Stress had had been working on a project with Iskall. It was when Renbob had wandered through that Wels had left to chase the hippie back to his bed. Tango wasn’t put off by the abrupt ending to their acted out conversation. Earlier Wels had indicated that both Renbob and the Goatfather had worked themselves to exhaustion trying to make sure that Boatem had made it out safely as they had been last group to get booted. It had been a much more complicated and trying process than anyone had been prepared for and none of them were sure exactly where the problem had originated. Something, something, resetting respawns, sleep deprivation and maybe the void but there wasn't much of a chance for any elaboration before Wels darted off to play nurse in shining armor.

Even with the heads up, Tango would have probably been the most concerned about the members of Boatem. Pearl had swum to the top of her half-drained pod and was floating on her back, legs pressed up against the glass and watching the room upside down seemingly giggling at random. Scar seemed entirely unperturbed and unphased as he waited for his pod to drain, not that he was paying any attention to the rest of the group. Instead, he was sitting cattywampus on the floor of his pod, legs stretched out in front of him, cooing at Jelly who was batting ineffectually at his fingers through the glass. Mumbo on the other hand was standing straight up in the dead center of his pod, nervously running his hands through his hair and avoiding all eye contact despite the fact that he couldn’t seem to stop glancing around at all the people in the room with the exception of Grian. Speaking of Grian, he was also standing in the center of his pod, blank and expressionless, seemingly staring through everything but still watching it all. It was rather eerie and reminded Tango uncomfortably of how Grian had been when he had first joined their merry band of misfits. Still, that was a problem for another time and quite possibly another bunch of hermits. Tango was going to have his hands full as it was, trying to help Zed who was still staring out the window; and that didn’t even account for Impulse.

Out of everyone, it was Impulse who was concerning Tango the most not that he could put his finger on what exactly was sending up the alarm bells. He didn’t look worse off than anyone else in Boatem sitting as he was on the far side of his pod. His buddy was slouched slightly with his back against the glass and one arm loosely resting on a bent knee. From where he was across the room, it was impossible to make out any sort of expression on Impulse’s face but from how it rested against the glass, turned upwards and eyes closed it was probably safe to assume that there wasn’t one.

Tango frowned slightly, as he made eye contact with Jevin and gestured over at Impulse. Jevin thankfully, got the picture and after a moment put his hands together on one side of his tilted head in a pantomime of sleep. Tango let out a sigh of relief but his worry did not abate and he continued to stare. While he wanted his buddy to get some much-needed rest, really Mumbo how was sleep deprivation supposed to help prevent Moon Big at all, Devs sometimes Boatem made him despair, something was still wrong. Something just… felt off. He could feel it in his bones, as Impulse would say. Still, he couldn’t put his finger on what exactly it was.

Another puff of condensation due to the release of pressurized air floated through the room. Another Hermit’s pod had finished equalizing. Probably Cub? Tango glanced over, and yep, that was definitely Cub, sharp teeth, tattered wings and overly blue eyes and all, moving as if he was expecting there to be simultaneously more and less gravity than there actually was. That was certainly interesting. Hadn’t Cub also attempted to escape Moon-fall by going to space? Thoughts wandering, Tango jumped when his gaze returned to Impulse only to find one cracked eye blearily peering at him.

Tango couldn’t help himself as he threw his arms up and cheered, “IMPULSE! Hey! There you are!”

There was no response, not that Tango had expected one. He knew Impulse wouldn’t be able to hear him but still a wave or something would have been nice. His arms fell as Impulse continued to stare, not at him but through him, before the heavily lidded eyelid slid shut.

“Impy?” Tango said, mainly for his own benifit.

Both eyes opened this time. Had he not been so worried, Tango would have lost it laughing. Trust Impulse’s hatred of that nickname to cause a reaction even when the other couldn’t hear it. Tango didn’t relish the hilarity of that for very long however, as Impulse’s head dropped ever so slightly, the lights of the room hitting at exactly the right angle for him to catch an unobstructed view of eyeshine from not normally yellow glassy eyes.

Oh.

That.

That was bad.

That was so very very bad.

“Impy?” he tried again mentally cursing the slowness of the tube’s equalization cycle, as he caught his buddy's gaze.

One eye closed, followed by the other before opening again, one after the other in a strange facsimile of a blink. That was weird, even by his standards and the feeling that something was wrong only grew. But Hey! He definitely, somehow, had Impulse’s attention. Because that? That was a response. It had to be. Tango watched as Impulse blinked, once more, this time a lot closer together and looking a lot more like normal. Progress!

“C’mon Impy!” Tango crooned. He’d take Impulse being annoyed with him if he could actually get a coherent response. “Up an attem buddy! You can do it!”

Impulse could not in fact do it, and Tango watched in horror as Impulse’s eyes closed and he listed sideways, sliding down the glass and smashing his face on the floor of his pod.

And

        Tango’s

                       Vision

      goes

                                   WHITE

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Day 26: What if Wels was a demon and Hels was an angel?

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hi there Welsknight enjoyers,,,, I have fic for you <3

please make sure to read the tags for trigger warnings it's an angsty fic dhfskjhdsjf

summary under the cut :D

There was only really one thing he looked for in those eyes. The only thing he could look for; approval. He’d long ago stopped caring for anything else. He wouldn’t care for anger — it wouldn’t be directed to him, not if he could help it — and he wouldn’t look for love, because all the love she could give him was in her approval. But her eyes didn’t betray a single emotion other than anticipation, a strange and cruel kind of curiosity that had Wels almost trembling in his armour. When she got up to step over to him, he fought the urge to stop her by biting his tongue. If she wanted to get up, that was her decision, she could do whatever she wanted, nevermind if he could’ve moved closer. Instead he watched her, not shifting an inch where he was kneeled in front of her throne. Or, Wels pledges his undying allegiance to Cleo and breaks the bond between him and his brother by brutal force.

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ConVex Cathedral AU idea free to a good home bc I don't think I have the skills to bring this one to life:

The Vex initially went after Wels first, bc they were drawn to his build palette of stone and wood. But Wels turned them down, and instead of immediately punishing him for it, decided to try elsewhere first. After they've recruited Cub and Scar, they come back to Wels and take the Cathedral by force, bc you don't say no to the Vex.