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Sorry this is the first dbhc 3rd life thing you have to see. Also I canât breathe
#dbhc#dbhc art#dbhc 3l#<thatâs gonna be a tag now#dbhc lizzie#dbhc joel#lizzie ldshadowlady#ldshadowlady#hermitcraft au#joel smallishbeans#smallishbeans#art escapades#dbhc sillies#too serious#I literally canât look at this Iâm laughing so hard#blame rel
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Well itâs not me
in the span of 48 hours I went from being indifferent about helsknight to not being able to stop thinking about him. who's out here putting curses on me. speak up
#/LIE#I have nothing to say for myself#dbhc#dbhc sillies#i dont know whats happening to me#insane things#If you see my discord status no you donât#dbhc hels#art escapades#tunastime#mutuals#my sona#the shepherd
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hello!!! and omg good pick of questions ty :D
1 - đŚTell us the name of your/ one of your WIP(s)
home, home again (i like to be here when i can)
The title is taken from the lyrics of Time by Pink Floyd, imo the Ethubs song ever. Clock motifs my beloved.
6 - đžWhat is your document of your wip/ a wip called? (not the stories actual title but what youâve saved it as)
I'm going to grab a title from another WIP that... I'm not sure I'll ever publish tbh, I just think it's too funny not to write, even if it's just for myself.
Yup. A keysmash. I think it's fitting for what the story's looking like atm lmao
8 - âťď¸A scrapped idea for your current WIP
OKAY GOOOOD QUESTION
^ this turned into an essay I'm so sorry my inability to be normal about them is showing
You'd probably need context to understand the significance, seeing as this is based off someone else's au (Shepscapade's DBHC au) which in turn takes android mechanics from the video game Detroit Become Human- firstly, here's the illustrated guide that Shep made on all things android, feel free to skip to the second half/most recent addition to the post for interfacing!
And a LITTLE bit of background (I'm trying to keep this short and I'm so sorry I think I failed) - at one canon point in the au, Etho, an android, tries to do something called interfacing with Bdubs, a human. (here :D)
- That's not something that's possible, by the way, it's only things that androids can do with other androids - and something that, as the illustrated guide explains, most would shy away from doing unnecessarily.
- And I think for Etho to accidentally try to do that in what's still relatively early on in their "friendship" with someone who isn't even an android is pretty crazy (huge display of trust + intimacy afsdljkflll)
ANYWAY all that is to say is that after the incident, you'll notice Etho's wearing gloves (something Shep pointed out in the tags of the "Etho interfaces with Bdubs" post).
Looks like somebody really wants to avoid embarrassing himself with a repeat.
But say they've been gardening the entire afternoon. Say Etho's gloves are tucked into his pocket. Say they hold hands while they're lying down. Say Etho accidentally tries to interface with Bdubs again, now another season of their developing relationship down the line. Oooh boy that would be awkward wouldn't it >:)
And that's the scrapped idea! I stopped in the middle of writing that scene to really think about the implications. And imo the display of trust that it would be for Etho to consciously, deliberately decide not to pull away, despite being startled by Bdubs holding his hand... idk I just think that's better :3
#:D TYSM FOR THE ASK#I was so excited to wake up and have this in my inbox#I've just had zero time until now to answer it#hermitshipping#ethubs#I refuse to tag this as divorce duo /silly#this is based on dbhc and it's not my own au but I don't want to intrude on that tag so I'll keep it like this#all credit to Shepscapades for the background and the mechanics and the brainrot!!#asks#answered#kat's words#new tag ig lol#ethubs fanfic#trafficshipping#<- just to cover all bases ig
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Guys I am so normal about the dbhc au.
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Attack for @shepscapades! Been a huge fan of the DBHC au for so long now, I'm glad I got to draw something!
ID: Etho from Shepscapade's DBHC au with his hands making a heart. Inside the heart is a really silly Bdubs doodle.
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OUH HM THIS IS REALLY INTERESTING
I only call S8 Xisuma the âXolotlâ because he calls himself that, as a pun between Xisuma and Axoltol presumably⌠but thatâs really interesting, I donât think I ever knew that!! the Evil Twin especially is honestly crazy DGBJCGH I have to wonder if itâs a coincidence or if cc!xisuma knew what he was doing LOL
Whenever I see people use the name âxolotlâ for Xisuma or Evil Xisuma , sometimes I wonder if it was on purpose because the Aztec god xolotl was the god of fire and lightning or if theyâre just shortening axolotl. Also on the Wikipedia for xolotl, another name listed is âevil twinâ
#My gut feeling is that he simply made a pun and didnât think much about it#But heâs also relatively learned so it makes me curiousâŚ#Seeing âevil twinâ on Wikipedia also makes me curious if someone just put that on the wiki as a silly mcyt reference but Iâm sure thatâs no#The case LMAO#Because thatâs insane if Xolotl just so happens to mean evil twinâŚ.. crazy#I love learning things#Dbhc xisuma#dbhc#xisuma#xisumavoid#man thatâs so cool⌠considering the Aztec god of fire and lightning and that E.X. Is from the nethe⌠the lightning that goes through the#Orb of InfluenceâŚ. Aw thatâs so so cool
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Just read your dbhc stuff. Frothing at the mouth actually I am losing it over the final one with Etho experiencing Human Emotions about being bitten.... The way you write them is so everything actually!!!
YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
i think it's so funny that everyone loves the dbhc au so so much, i wrote it so long ago but it still hits <3 maybe i should work on it some more!!! if y'all have any other ideas for it get in my inbox rn (slash THREAT) OR I'll just have 2 go into my bestest mutual ever shep @shepscapades dms again and get Silly :3
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Iâm insane :3
Iâve decided to just post the insanity I typed out as I read donât let it reach the heart from @shepscapades Dbhc au. None of it likely has any meaning but they sure are thoughts I had in my brain!
Donât let it reach the heart:
Oh I forgot they interfaced. âVarying overwhelmingly emotionally charged images of BdoubleO in close proximityâ lmaoooo
What did happen to Xâs face? I canât help thinking it might have smth to do with 24 but I really donât know. That reveals a lot about him so âXisuma's eyes are round and softâŚThey're blue-grey, but mostly blue, bright in the middle and desaturated around the edges of the irises. His face is slender with strong structure, jawline sturdy and smooth. Smushed into the folds of his arms, his cheeks look soft, round.
Even vanishing into the curve of his forearm, a deep divot is visible where it carves a jagged line across the bottom-left to top-right diagonal of Xisuma's face. It's ragged and uneven, splintering and shallow where it passes over the valleys of his nose and deep where it scores into his cheek and forehead. Doc doesnât know the origins of the scar, only that itâs scarcely visible through Xisumaâs visor from an approximate distance. Here, it looks... dark, and the color of it pulls forward a variety of other small, similarly colored nicks and notches that litter his jaw and forehead. â
Yep just gonna keep that maybe Iâll try to draw him, may or may not share :3
OOO HE HAS FRECKLES! X is a whole foot taller than me ofc. DOC CANT EVEN SEE HIS WHOLE FACE SHEP UR SO EVIL /silly LOL YES hehehehehe he wants to brush that hair back so bad. Hahahahha thatâs the first thing he remembers is Xâs touchhhhhh. âExpress the emotion he now has a name for??â Is he talking about love??????? Or maybe just like the sadness and alarm or smth. But also.
âDoc wonât let him do it alone, but Xisuma was right. There is much to doâso many androids to fix. Etho, whose programming is going to take considerable time to decode and assess where the source of error lies to safely procure a solution to his condition; Tango, whose back plate is almost completely shattered, blue hairline cracks spidering across the shell between his shoulder blades; Mumbo, who wonât even boot at all, sharpened ellipse of a crack across his forehead leaving no indication of origin; Cub, whose hands and feet are singed to hell for some damn reason, and thatâs not even taking into account all of the minor fixes across their other android hermitsâJoe, Wels.â BRO WHAT HAPLEN TO MIMBO?
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thoughts on docsuma? :)
itâs alright tbh, i only enjoy some (hermitcraft) ships like this one when my friends are into them but im pretty removed from the docsuma scene in general aside from dbhc. the individual characters are silly and the chemistry is entertaining, but i donât watch either of them on my own time or actively think abt the ship. i simply like them to support my friends.
#myke speaks#i know iâm not the only one who has gotten this ask but i think the honesty is important LMAO#letting ppl indulge in their interests and talk abt them when you donât rly have an interest yourself is nice sometimes#sorry to break the news that iâm not a docsuma girlie but for shepherd iâd support her interests#i AM in the xisuma is an android club and im actually the president so if you wanna discuss that-
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Heyo! Art fight has started! So far Iâve been out of phone service all week so I only had a few references saved to draw when artfight started.
For some reason all of them have been @shepscapades characters lol. Hereâs everything so far with sketches and extras under the cut!

Little comic of Esra that my drawing program wonât let me digitize đ
And silly little sketches of Doc and Etho from her DBHC au!

Hereâs the one single progress pic I took lol. I like to jump around a lot when doing comics.

And hereâs me trying to figure out how to draw legs again (even though I kinda avoided them in the comic lol)
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Shrimp check :-)
#dbhc art#dbhc#ask#anon#đŚ#dbhc xisuma#dbhc doc#xisuma#xisumavoid#docm77#art escapades#dbhc sillies#they yell at each other :))))#wonât tag as shipping but. do u see the look in my eyes abt them#you understand#hermitcraft#hermitcraft au#best stream ever btw#peanut butter jelly time on main has never been so real
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do androids dream of electric sheep?
I am nothing if not a vessel for self-indulgent docsuma, especially @shepscapades's dbhc self-indulgent docsuma. sometimes you fall asleep in the lab, and sometimes your friend feels compelled to make sure you're okay <3
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Doc sometimes slips into daydream.
Itâs not unlike him. Heâd been doing it for some time now, some fix halfway between awake and Sleep Mode. Not quite his mind palace, but still wedged into predictive processes, still trying to work to replay memories. In quiet moments, more often than not, he finds that itâs easier to slip away, to tuck himself into his work, drafting, or building, or walking thoughtful circles and let the mechanical parts of his mind slip away into calculation.
In those same dreams, he tries to calculate the probability of events with what he has, blocking out the movements of who he knows best, who he may be able to pinpoint. He works in quiet as his mind runs in the background, wondering how conversations may go, how actions could be perceived. He maps what might happen if someone got hurt, or if someone needed help, or if someone fell asleep in the lab. Someone. Just anyone. He tells himself it could be anyone, but he would be lying if he didnât know who.
It was hard, rightâit felt wrong if he didnât. Something he was designed to do, put to waste because it felt silly to imagine waking his lab partner, his friend, making sure he was alright, helping him. Was it wrong to want to be helpful? Was it wrong to want anything? It feelsâitâs silly. Want was such a human word. Heâs not sure he can really want at all. The paper in front of him is getting fuzzy around the edges, though, as he forces himself back into his true waking mode, and focuses on the task in front of him, now a line of text in his eyesight.
Doc leans hard on his hand, cupped around the side of his jaw as he studies the plans in front of him. Heâs long since set them to memory, easily recalled with the summon of command, but he works out the fine details of the draft in front of him, still unsatisfied with his new creation. He works quietly, mentally mapping the lists of supplies he might need, the time it may take. If he were to concentrate the slightest bit more on the display in the corner of his vision, he might note how late it had gotten. Without any windows down here, the night sky canât leak in, which means Doc doesnât know itâs gotten dark until Xisuma starts to yawn or he manages to peek outside.
He sets his pad down, eyes skimming the surface. Right, and where was X, anyway? The space, ever growing, up, down, sideways, that he used as his lab had gone still and quiet some time ago. Enough for Doc to take note of. Enough to be a little odd, he would assume, even for him, and the behaviors he knows well from Xisuma. Xisuma didnât just wander off without a wordâhe was much too narrative for that. Doc sits up, hand falling to the table.
âX?â he asks, furrowing his eyebrows. The room stays quiet, aside from the hum of recirculating air and electronics. Doc taps his hand against the tableâit was some sort of tic heâd picked up from Ren, a sign of his impatience. He couldnât shake the habit of mimicking it while he was thinking.
Okay, right. Last time he saw X. He gathers up the recall of the path Xisuma wouldâve taken from his side, checking over his work at Docâs request, and around the lab itself, looping back to a series of benches to work on. Leaning from his spot, he tries to pinpoint the peek of green helmet or shoulder piece. He finds neither in the direct line of sight, though, and slowly, bracing his prosthetic arm on the table, Doc stands.
Itâs a gentle quiet that fills the room, nice and easy and soft to step through as Doc makes his way around the space. Despite having another work bench quite close, Xisuma had a habit of leaving his stuff about, flitting between projects as he saw fit. It was interesting, sometimes, to watch him move around the roomânot that Doc had done any of that. He seemed to bounce from point to point, sometimes staying still for hours, unmoving, lost in work. It was in those hours that Doc found himself watching, just for a moment, studying the shallow curve of his nose and the way his hair fell into his face from behind his helmet.
His office is here, too. Though itâs no different than any other working space in terms of equipment, the space itself is fully outfitted, lined with tools and a large work table, his computer, a desk with a chair. Through the glass, he can see the shape of Xisuma at his desk, likely too caught up in whatever he had been working on to notice Docâs concern. Doc pauses as he slides open the door, standing in the doorway, announcing himself to the cluttered room.
âXisuma,â Doc starts. âI know itâs late, if you want to head home, Iâm sure I can finishâŚâ
Xisuma is slumped over on his desk as Doc enters. Thereâs a brief moment, no more than a second, where Docâs mind spins a scenario hard and fast, the crumpled shape of Xisuma over his desk. But he can see the slow rise and fall of his shoulders. He registers the slow, steady heartbeat in Xisumaâs chest, and his shoulders sag with relief. He stands in the doorway for a moment. Xisuma looks small, head pillowed on his arms. Heâs still running a series of code on the console next to him, which illuminates the back of his head in pale lines of data. His hair falls half loose across his shoulder, like heâd forgotten to finish tying it away from his face, and the slow, deep breaths make it seem like heâd been sleeping here a lot longer than Doc realized. Heâs without his helmet, too, which sits beside him on the desk, discarded.
Long enough to get a sore neck and complain about his upper back hurting. Long enough to worry that he might not be getting enough oxygen. Doc sets his shoulders. Thereâs something in his chest that feels like it skipsâregulator, pump, or otherwise. They work in tandem to produce whatever fluttery feeling invades the space where his ribs should be. He presses the heel of his synthetic hand against the depression of his chest, rolling his wrist. The feeling fades for a moment, shuddering through his wrists like it might rest there. He was never going to get used to it, was he?
He steps into the lab proper, sticking his hands into his pockets. He picks his way around the room, trying to walk quietly around it. Xisuma stays asleep, shoulders rising and falling in that even tempo. Doc crouches beside himâXisuma is properly slumped, back curved forward as he rests. What little Doc can see of his face is soft with sleep, eyelids fluttering just so. When X doesnât move, he rests his palm over the curve of his shoulder, gentle and slow. He tries not to focus on the fact that so much of his face is exposed to him, aside from just his eyes and the bridge of his nose. Heâs seen him before, briefly, every so often, but it was so different watching him now, calm and comfortable. Doc forces himself to focus.
âXisuma,â he says, voice dipping low and quiet. He runs his hand over the part of his shoulderblade he can reach. He pats the high of his back. âXisuma, heyâŚâ
X takes a long breath in, making a squeaky sort of sound high in his chest. Doc feels him hum out from under his hand.
âDoc,â he says, voice rumbling in his chest. It was a tired sort of rumble, just on the edge of being rough with sleep, just enough to bring that feeling back to Docâs internal components, like thirium was sludging too quick too warm through him. He huffs a little breath, a sound caught in his throat.
âYou fell asleep at your desk, X,â Doc says, not able to weasel the amusement out of his voice. He runs his hand over his back again, just to see Xisumaâs eyes open tiredly, and shut again. It was so unlike the version of him that he knew in his mind, seeing him savor the brief contact, even from Doc. Especially from Doc. Xisuma was always the one reaching out for him, repairing or correcting or studying. All with purpose. There was no lingering touch between them. And though this had its purpose too, Doc lingered, feeling Xisuma breathe under his hand.
âSorry,â X mumbles, finally moving to lift his head, to open his eyes. Docâs hand slides away as X sits up, over his back and back to Docâs side. Xisuma blinks, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with the heel of his hands. A frown comes between his eyes as he tries to focus the world around him a little clearer. Like it were mimicking the score across his cheek and nose, thereâs a fine indent pressed into his cheek. Doc smiles at him, scrunching his nose in a way heâs seen X do a hundred times.
Xisuma jolts, half reaching for the helmet beside him. If Doc were to really look, he might see the pink-red flush over his cheeks and ears.
âSorryâI didnâtâŚâ
There he lingers, halfway to reaching. Doc looks away from him, purposefully averting his eyes.
âI donât mind,â he says. âYou have to be comfortable too.â
Xisuma hums, smiling a little, hanging his head as he leaves his hand on the table.
âHah,â he says, ears still pink. âRight. Sorry, sorry, Doc. Didnât mean to worry you.â
âItâs okay,â he says. âI didnât know where you had gone off to, so I figured I would come make sure you were okay.â
X nods. Doc watches him twist around, hearing the faint give and pop as his spine adjusts to sitting upright.
ââM alright,â he says. Then he laughs a bitâthe sound is airy and half in his chest, enough to shake his shoulders but more of a wheeze than anything else. Everything fit so well to the timbre of Xisumaâs voice, it seemed, be it the way he moved about, or the way he laughed, or the way his shoulder sloped or face was shaped. Not that Doc had been looking. Regardless, Xisuma sighs, and smiles back at him.
âJust embarrassed is all,â he manages. âThanks, Doc. I appreciate you.â
X leans back in his chair. Doc watches him resettle and hum to himself as he gets comfortable against the plush backing. Doc makes a clipped sound, reaches out and moves away again, halfway between shaking him awake and letting him sleep.
âX,â he says. âWould it not be more comfortable if you were sleeping in your spare room?â
Xisuma frowns.
âWould be,â he says, eyes still closed, mumbling. âIt just gets awfully cold in there. âN if Iâm perfectly comfortable in here, why not stay thaâway?â
Itâs almost amusing, the trickle of stubbornness that leaks into the tired slur of Xisumaâs voice. Itâs almost endearing. He watches X fold his arms over his chest, armor only partly discarded, watches his face wrinkle as he notices and tries to rearrange himself. Doc smiles, something that he simply canât helpâit feels so right, considering how ridiculous this is. He considers his options and weighs the success rates, the action taking a fraction of a second in time, though the scene plays out in his head in full.
âBecause youâll hurt your back,â Doc says plainly. X frowns, clearly mulling it over. Thereâthatâs one that Doc knows, that face, where X slips into thought and worries the inside of his cheek and works his jaw. Doc raises his eyebrows, as if to question him without saying anything, without Xisuma even looking at him.
âMhh,â Xisuma huffs. He pulls his knees up. Somehow, he manages to fit himself into his desk chair, curling his tall body over his knees and leaning sideways into the back. Doc hums, makes the approximation of the sound he knows.
âXisuma,â he says. âIâm not going to let you sleep in that chair, you know. You are being stubborn.â
âMâkay, okayâŚâ Xisuma wheezes, finally uncurling himself.
It takes him a second. Watching Xisuma stretch and blink awake is like watching him come to life. He stretches up and around, face pulling as he likely unsuccessfully shakes the tension from the line of his spine. As he twists, he freezes, face scrunching all at once as he winces, hand shooting up to cup his neck.
âOw. Jeez.â
He can see it tight in his shoulders and neck, even as X deflates, looking up at him blearily, still slightly slumped in his chair. His eyes shut again.
âXisumaâŚâ Doc says, mouth twisting.
X sighs.
ââM fine, Doc,â he manages to murmur out. âJustâa sore neck. Mmâexhausted.â
âSounds like you need a real bed, mm?â Doc replies, setting his hands on his hips. Xisuma peeks at him, one eye opening, and shutting again.
He sees the fraction of a smile lift the corners of Xâs mouth.
âSure, sureâŚâ
Doc looks over Xisumaâs face. With his eyes shut, face softening, hair tumbling over one shoulder, he looks comfortable. Itâs as if someone took a brush to his features and smoothed out any hard edgeâeither that, or the static has leaked back into Docâs vision. He feels a chug in his chest and his joints as he locks up.
X hasnât moved. Doc reaches out, tapping his knee. Xisuma huffs, clearly startled from the half-sleep heâd drifted back into.
âToo tired tâstand,â he manages. Doc makes a questioning noise.
âI think you can make it,â
Thereâs a beat of silence. Xisuma cracks an eye open again, shuts it, furrowing his eyebrows. Doc watches him curiously, mind running through the list of possible scenarios. Heâs made it part way when Xisuma says:
ââM using you tâstand, then.â
And he makes a little, amused heh, before he says:
âThatâs fine.â
Thereâs something he means to say alongside that, but as soon as Xâs very warm, very human hand makes contact with the fabric of his lab coat and the cool synthetic of his arm, he loses focus. He should be used to thisâthe amount of times X has performed his routine maintenance, sweeping his hands over the replaced shoulder joint to check for seams, or made sure the regulator functioned, or backed up personal data, fingers skimming the shallow port at the back of his neck. He should be, but that contact alone sends a prickling-warm jolt up his arm. It feels foreign to let the touch linger. But Xisuma lingers regardless, hand flat against the space where Docâs left ribs should be. Heâs gone from holding, to simply sitting there, arm bent at the elbow, held weakly up.
âMrghhâŚâ he complains. Doc taps his elbow, trying to jolt him back awake.
âCâmon, X, you can get up.â
X shakes his head slowly, his hand finding the inner curve of his prosthetic arm, squeezing just once, like heâs remembering itâs there. Then, X leans into him, all at once, slumping into his chest. Doc lets out a wouf in surprise. He holds still, aside from the simulated breath in his chest. After a moment, Xisuma makes a small, tired sound, almost like a laugh.
âHoufh,â he mumbles. âI, mm, donâtâŚdonât think âm gonna make it, Doc.â
âMhmâŚâ Doc chides.
Xisuma laughs again, lying still for a moment, voice still heavy with sleep. Thereâs a moment where he shifts, and thereâs a small, painful noise that he makes.
âOw, mrrghâow, okayââ he gripes. Docâs synthetic hand finds the curve of his shoulder, patting gently.
âOh, XâjustâŚstay still, mhm?â
âMm,â Xisuma says tiredly, âAlright.â
As much as he wants to move him, X is still wearing that damn armor.
Doc lets him lean into his chest as he tries to weasel off the bits of armor left over. Itâs a struggle, keeping X comfortable and trying not to pull him around awkwardly, while trying to remove his chestplate with one hand. Once the armor pulls away, he resettles him, slowly scoops one hand under his legs. Something about this, about the way Xisuma leaned heavy into him, felt so painfully human he feels it curl up between the wires connecting his regulator to his side fans.
âReady?â he says, mostly to the top of Xisumaâs head.
âMmhâŚâ X murmurs.
He hefts him into his arms, settling him against his chest. When Xisuma sighs, itâs profound and heavy and he tucks his face into Docâs coat. Doc can feel the remnant of heartbeat from where his arm rests behind his back, thudding away behind his ribs. His breathing stays even, though shallow. One of Xisumaâs hands clasps over the back of his neck, keeping him still.
Itâs a careful walk to Xisumaâs spare room. Doc is careful not to bump anything, measuring the subtle rise and fall of his chest as he walks. He drifts back to sleep, though, through the lab, through Doc shutting the lights off. Heâll have to come back through to power down their various computers, but for now, the dull white-blue glow illuminates the room. He carries him into the halls and through and to his room. Itâs smaller than the room in his base by a sizable marginâjust enough for the essentials. X stirs as Doc pauses to flip on the lamp, the light warm and yellow briefly illuminating the room. This canât be a daydream, now, with the way X sighs and wriggles himself free as Doc pulls back the quilts and lets him down. He sits down with him, and the warm shape that Xisuma makes curls toward him, just a fraction, as he pulls the blankets over him.
Part of Doc knows that Xisuma wonât remember him carrying him to bed, or making sure he was warm, or keeping the light on so he wasnât disoriented when he woke. Xisuma sighs, sinking into the pillows, expression relaxed and content. Doc hums.
âThatâs better, yeah?â Doc says. He reaches out, instinct, want, desire, something, hammering away in his chest, as he brushes hair from Xâs face, tucking it behind his ear. He brushes through the hair close to the base of his neck, across his cheek with his synthetic thumb. His dark hair is fine and soft and it must be a daydreamâor it isnât and he was right, because there have been moments like this in his head. Wondering if Xisuma would let himself succumb to soft comforts. Heâs spent his own share of time lying next to him, ignoring the way Xisuma curls up next to him, pretending he himself didnât move closer when Xisuma lies still. It was this dance that Doc didnât understand, that he wasnât sure if he was overthinking. Or overstepping. But Xisuma shifts, pressing his cheek to Docâs synthetic palm, and Doc suppresses a shudder. It sparks something that couldâve been painful right up his arm and through his chest, bright and warm and staticky.
Doc hums, smiling to himself. Something like a dull thrum knocks in that space of his pump, pushing itself a little further, a little harder. It was sweet. X trusts him, not only to see him without his armor, but to help him to bed, to help him sleep. But Doc lifts his hand away, feeling that ache, the nervous shudder through his system.
X makes a sound, then, something small, eyes fluttering as Doc pulls away. Doc pauses.
âMhh,â X manages. Doc swallowsâhe shouldnât have to. Thatâs not something he should have to do, or be able to do, but the action just feels appropriate. It goes right along with sighing and laughing, and as he does it, Xisuma says:
âThanks,â in a small, soft voice, and, muffled, and slightly slurred with sleep: âDidnât haveâta stop.â
âYouâre supposed to be sleeping, Xisuma,â Doc says. He can feel his temperature tick up several notches, no doubt a blue flush coming to the high of his cheeks, the bridge of his nose. He laughs, just a bit. âDid I wake you up?â
X sighs, stretching as he does.
âNo,â he manages. âNo, yâdidnâtâŚâ
âOh,â Doc says. âWere you awake this whole time?â
Xisuma nods slowly. Ah. Ah. Doc dismisses a temperature notification.
âA little.â
âMm,â Doc hums. âSilly Xisuma.â
Xisuma laughs. The sound is high and a little fuzzy and a bit caught in his throat. His bright eyes blink up at him and shut again as a smile settles on his face.
âDoc?â he asks.
âMhm?â
Xisuma yawns, smothering it with the back of his hand, just barely. He tucks that hand close to his chest, curling up further still under his thick comforter.
âCould youâŚcouldâyou do thaâagain? TheâŚâ Xisuma lifts his hand, miming a brushing motion as he does. Another temperature warning, higher than the last, blips into Docâs field of vision. Itâs immediately dismissed, but he pulls in a breath, quiet, trying to turn it into a soft laugh.
âI can do that,â Doc says gently. Gingerly, he brushes his fingers through Xâs hair, sliding back against his head. He combs through, lifting his hand to go back to his forehead, back to cradle his skull. Xâs eyes fall closed again.
Doc can tell the moment that Xisuma truly slips into sleep. He lingers in his space, tracing out the base of his skull with his thumb, taking in the sensation of warmth and contact and stimulation, fingers flickering white up to his wrist. He wishes biting down on his tongue would do anything. He wishes that the hollow of his chest didnât hold a weight that no diagnostic could fix. He felt too awkward and stilted and not nearly gentle enough. But as Xisuma stays asleep, he draws his hand away. He mumbles his good nights as he stands slowly, shutting out the light and wandering from the room.
He makes his way back into the lab. He replays the memory of Xisumaâs small smile, the fine line of his scar as heâd pressed his face into the pillow, the way heâd relaxed against Docâs touch. He replays the memory, again, and again. It has to be a daydream. Has to be. Thereâs no other logical explanation to all of that.
Maybe that would explain the ache in his chest, far too human to be his own.
Doc goes back to work. He sits down at the lab table, spreading his arms as he braces against the white tabletop. He furrows his eyebrows. Something doesnât feel right, too warm or out of place. He feels gross. Not gross bad, maybe, gross different? Broken? Not broken, maybe. Weird. Wrong. Out of place. It doesnât make any sense. Or it has, and heâs refusing the obvious answer. Xisuma didnât ask for any reason. Xisuma asked because he was tired, and tired people do silly things, and silly people are a handful, and Xisuma is a handfulâa lovely one. Doc shuts his eyes. His chest hurts. Itâs an awful hurt, actually, less painful than it is just weird. He thinks for a moment he might be better off if he left, maybe the weight of whatever lingered in his memory would be better off if he were to take a break from standing in the same spaces.
He sends Xisuma a message. From his office, he hears his com ping.
Docm77 whispered to you⌠Xisuma Iâm stepping out, sleep well :-)
#hermitcraft dbh au#dbhc#docsuma#docm77#xisumavoid#dbhc doc#dbhc xisuma#hermitcraft fic#hermitshipping#mcyt fic#fics#text#i crumple into a pile of ash and dust on the ground#i am blown away by the wind#i'd like to thank theo hitheeprithee and sam artsy book for express shipping this fic#i sat down and edited in like an hour post dinner and iam so so sleepy#but alas i must post. it is required#shepherd if you're out there and you see this i never forgor about the one time i wrote them#oh this is incredibly self-indulgent#and i care them so badly#please let them kiss. please. pl--
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6, 12, 20, 27, and/or 28?
6. Favorite title you used
season eightnine!!
12. How many WIPâs do you have in your docs for next year?
....oh no. uhhhh.
there's AWTTSG, four fics that have to be out on/around January 15th, DBHC, season nine-eight, boat boys gone wrong, five requests... so..... thirteen
i don't wanna talk about it/silly
20. Which work of yours have you reread the most?
NONE LMAOOOOOO i post that shit and RUN i cannot stand to remember my own words half the time
27. answered!
28. Favorite work you wrote this year?
season eightnine or maybe the candy making fic!! those were just super fun to wing and write on the fly
Ao3 Wrapped Ask Game (this is my last current ask so anyone can send more/ask me something not on the ask game!)
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I am feral for DBHC!Xisuma and his silly fucking lore. Like. I CANT GET THIS MAN OUT OF MY BRAIN-
I BLAME SHEP FOR THIS
#dbhc xisuma#shepscapades#you are making me feral. I am shaking the bars of my cage.#this is a appreciation post btw thought I need to make that clear#shep does amazing things and you should go check out DBHC#I mean it#please do#dbhc
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Just when you thought you were safe
#dbhc#dbhc art#never trust anyone#especially me#dbhc sillies#dbhc android 24#dbhc xisuma#dbhc jevin#dbhc wels#dbhc beef#evil xisuma#hermitcraft au#ijevin#too serious#xisuma#xisumavoid#welsknight#evil empire#hermitcraft s8#dbhc s8#art escapades
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Quick the mutuals arenât awake yet, post meme
#(i am the last mutual to wake up always. btw)#THIS MEME SLAYS ME I CANT EXPLAIN IT#Iâm so sorry if I post 17 more of these in the next 2 days <3#dbhc#dbhc art#dbhc sillies#welsknight#dbhc wels#dbhc jevin#jevin#hermitcraft au#hermitcraft#dbhc s8#art escapades
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