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Hi There, New Friends!

Askkevinfree is a roleplay blog based on Kevin from WTNV, run by @thesillyparablesystem! (I used the last name 'free' because tumblr would not let me just do 'askkevin').

He is based on my perception of him as a character, so he might not exactly fit your view of him. If you don't like that, you have all the freedom in the world to ignore this blog!

Profile pic is by vintagecandy on tumblr!! I currently am trying to find out where the banner came from, if someone knows and could tell me that'd be great!

WARNING:

This blog is based on Kevin, and that means it is NOT all sunshine and rainbows! My versions of Kevin's character also comes with a big 'ole package of trigger warnings- because I don't think I can get all the possible ones that may come up, I'm just going to issue a General Trigger Warning!!

Askbox Rules Under Cut

NO NSFW! Kevin is just a silly guy, he isn't made for NSFW asks! Please take those kinds of things to blogs made just for that :D

BE A GOOD HUMAN BEING! Please do not insult me or ANYONE ELSE! You may insult Kevin for roleplay purposes :3

NO POLITICS! Kevin doesn't know what a politic is. And he doesn't want to. That being said... THIS BLOG STANDS WITH PALESTINE!

NO SPAM! If your ask follows the rules, Kevin and I will get around to it eventually! Spamming will probably lessen your likelihood of being answered.

Thank you, and have fun!

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WELCOME TO NIGHTVALE CROSSOVER WITH HERMITCRAFT GRRR

Spoilers for Welcome to Nightvale, episodes 45-49 I think...

This is based on the specific scene where Cecil gets heartbroken at how his town doesn't help them against strexcorp..

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He leaned back in his chair, hitting record and starting up the live broadcast.

"Listeners, oh listeners.." He spoke, the distress slowly leaning into his voice. He could hear Ren, that damn corporate producer, breaking the mixer and soundboard in the producer room with chairs and misc objects.

"Oh Hermits.. I called for you. Our final hero, Tango, has called for you. I called for you.

Witnesses, reporting on it, did not choose to act. They only watched, like cowards.

A viewer by the name Zedaph watched as Tango and his group, Impulse and Bdubs were apprehended by ExCorp.

Listeners, my hermits, we called for you and you did not come." His voice began to tremble, the tears blurring his vision.

He did not have time. The ExCorp owned his news station, after all. They were coming. What would happen to him?

"We needed a hero, we had one, and through your inaction we lost her.

I have .. *I have never been more disappointed, Hermitvale. I warned you. I pleaded. You saw what they did to my cat. We could have done something and We did NOTHING!" he slammed his fist into his handmade mixer which prevented him from being cut off of broadcasting.

"I sat in this studio and did a worthless call! Did you believe? If you did, why did you not do step two? Act, unity, compassion, to fight for what you need!

There is no step three. No winning."

As the weather report played in the background, Doc bit his nails as he listened to the scene.

He'd gambled everything

Maybe even his life. After all, the news station already brought him a gift that severely hurt his companion, killed Many, and of course.. bought his job, and with it, his very life.

He was tied here, and knew nothing else.. why, Doc had been doing this for.. his entire life. Many

Many

Years.

Perhaps before Hermitvale existed!! Haha.. can you.. can you host for a town that didn't exist then..? Hah! No matter

He made his point to himself! His job was his life, and who knows what would happen if it was stripped from him!!

Was he mad at the hermits, his dear listeners..? Yes! But, this was opportunity to grow! Surely they loved his show so much they'd do.. something!! Something.. oh god please.

Those Desert Empires.. why, they were cowards! That broadcaster covered everything In sugar.. and lies! He'd only been HONEST and LOYAL to his dear listeners.

Yet, when he pleaded to save their town, to SAVE HERMITVALE, he was left behind! The cowards, as weak as Desert Empires!! Oh.. he was doomed, and as the weather broadcast ended, he knew he only had a final plea before they *found him.*

The pounding on his door grew so loud, echoing into his microwave.

"I ask. One final time, Hermits. Come to action. For me, and for the Heros you lost today through your inaction."

The door slammed open, there was a scream as the wires were ripped from the mixer and the broadcast ended.

Doc tried, oh god he tried, but it was far too late. His body was restrained, and his thoughts became numb. Why keep fighting? His own town absconded hope!! Yet.. he couldn't, he knew there had to be a way out of this. Even if his town gave up, HE was meant to be a beacon of hope.

The radio is forever. The radio will be forever. EVEN IF HE DIES, THE RADIO WILL LIVE ON

Rough draft one.

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PALENTINES PILE??!! HAPPY PALENTINES!!

palentines pile everypony

@agropuff @mephilesthedork @juniperjellyfish @hyperfixation-or-death @finn-m-corvex @basicallyjaywalker @tornoleander @thesacredorb @mostdefinitelyahumanperson @randmwizard @marhan-writes-n-draws @irrelevantso @phantombasketofmuffins @captain-space-kin @inspectorghoul @cosmothealien358 @childdevourer1 @touchstarvedforbuckybarnes

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GRRR I LOVE MUMDOC SO MUCH THANK YOU

The fic I'm working on rn is literally just:

This is Mumbo. Mumbo likes his personal space. This is Doc. Doc also likes Mumbo’s personal space.

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What is stopping me from crossing over Welcome to Nightvale with Hermitcraft.

Hm? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Nothing will prevent me from creating this hellhole you're getting dragged into

(Based around Year 1)

Doc as Carlos? Deal.

Needs to happen. Need him to become a little too silly and scary.

City council? Grian and his alternate versions. Watchers.

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// silly writing post. I had the idea after I saw the art but I plan to write so much more based on this design and full credit to the amazing artist <3

*Doc sat cross legged on the floor, holding the thicker metal beams. Hearing Grian's footsteps, his ears perked up as he turned his head.* "What are you doing here?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Heeyyyy Doc, what are you working on?" He asked, his hands propped up on his hips with a sheepish grin.

"It's.. for Scar," Doc said. This surprised Grian, as he assumed they were a bit tense after everything. "The springs will absorb the impact because he has a bad habit of landing really harshly with his elytra." His voice was gruff, likely from not sleeping.

Looking at Grian with a tired grin, he sat down his screwdriver. "You know what he wanted me to build him?"

Grian leaned back against the chest, sighing. "oh nooo.. that look on your face. What is it, Doc?"

"Spider legs, for mobility. That way he can sit comfortably and still be able to keep going over rougher terrain. And if I make it right, I could have it so if raises and lowers him- that way he can work on his trees.. or on his paths-"

Grian shuddered at the thought of Scar running at him at full speeds. He understood why it had to look spider like, but wow! "Are you..?"

"Yes. I've already built a small encloser with different types of terrain, walls, ceiling tiles, just to see how the spiders move naturally so I can rig the legs." Issue was, they were too heavy with elytras. He hadn't figured out how on *earth* to fix that. Maybe phantom membrane? No- It was hell to work on, Fun- but hell.

can't stop thinking about scar's totally mysterious, impossible to guess, absolutely surprising mega base plans since yesterday's stream

+ entity wheelchair because uuuhh, um, i can

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Doc on his way to tear down the world so he can create the perfect hermit-topia, with everyone working together on custom terraforming, the red stoners building farms, and builders making lavish homes for everyone x3

"I will delete the world to build a world." WHAT

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x3 First post and it's gonna be

Docm77 and Scar chaos ofc

Wip of a project Im doing + idea for rp request

Doc drew in a deep breath, feeling his eye water as he did so.

Oh, god no. God no no no no.

Raising his hands to his head, all he could do was stand with his mouth open. His fingertips dug through his hair, digging into his skin.

His tomato garden blazed in a violent inferno, he didn't even know if there was anything to salvage- He was a scientist- He could break reality but he couldn't fix this. "What did you DO?" He whipped his hand around, grabbing that fucking matador-mattress-elf?? hot guy by their shoulders.

*Scar stumbled over his words, but all Doc could do was shake them. Standing over the man, it took everything to keep Doc from snapping.* "You used Flaming arrows? FLAMING ARROWS? You ruined my Garden! I've spent years on this!"

"I-I can fix it, I have a water bu-"

"WHAT is a Water Bucket going to do against this?"

Doc's words became exasperated as he stepped back, clutching his head. Pulling at his hair, he felt himself hyperventilating. At this point, he was choking from how sharps his breath had gotten. No no, those fucking pesky birds- That hot guy had ruined his deepest passion: Sure, he had tomatoes growing scattered around: On his flagpole, in the Hall of Goat, but this had many different breeds, cucumbers, onions, carrots. He didn't mind initially when Scar tried to surprise him with their arrows, but how could he be so fucking careless?? Without even realizing, in the dry heat of the edge of the perimeter, the firey arrow had nestled itself into the thick veins of his golden cherry tomatos.. A small flame quickly consumed the wilting leaves and wooden frames.

"I-I.. iM .. Im so sorry, Doc, I really.." He couldn't find the right words. Scar stood there, the wind that carried the violent blaze tearing through his clothes. Stepping away, he used his elytra to launch himself back into the air- "I'll be back! I'll fix this!"

*Doc crossed his arms over his chest, watching the fire that had overtaken his garden. The resolve in his heart surely blazed hotter than *this.* His nails dug into his arms as he let out a deep breath.

The hermits flew over his head. Pearl placed a shulker, handing out splash water potions, buckets of water...

...While he stood there, watching in anger, his friends *tried.*

Working around the outside, they made sure the plants were soaked so it wouldn't spread further. The splash water potions easily ate at the fire, yet someone.. doc felt more defeated. As the fire was extinguished, he saw the charred remains. Maybe he was content to let it keep going, not wanting to see the full extent of the damage.

His friends asked if he was fine, but their words were just buzzes in his ear.

It wasn't until it was all put out, his friends by his side, that he finally snapped out of his daze.. "I..-"

"Hey, it's okay. Let's get you inside." Gem spoke softly, seeing the sunset beginning to dip in the distance. He nodded quietly, leading his friends into the Hall of Goat.

"Doc. I'm really sorry." Scar said again, clearing his throat. He rested his hands on his lap, leaning forward in his wheelchair. He could float with his wings, but indoors he always needed his wheelchair still.

"I know you worked so hard on this garden, so I promise to help you rebuild every inch of it. I-I mean, Pearl wants to as well."

Doc looked at Scar. His anger faded away. This was still his friend, the one who made his favorite and most comforting place in hermitcraft: Scarland.

Still, the resentment built up like bile in his throat. He still wanted revenge for the hundreds of hours last. His tunnel bore, his tomatos, then what?

"I.. see.." Doc spoke, trying to calm his shaking voice. His accent was harsher than usual, "you'll.. rebuild it. Help terraform.. the burnt land."