#Doc x rendog

[shepscapades]

It’s okay :] Even if no one understands what’s going on as well as Doc does, he’s got a couple of good listeners that keep him sane =w=

[the-toast-to-be]

*sniff* huuhh…*sniff* guh…. *sniff* husbands…. *sniff* nnnnggggggg!

I…

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!

(+bonus scene)

[pastel-clown-friends]

Literally how the treebark vs rendoc thing should end.

Martyn: this is my boyfriend Ren and this is Ren's husband Doc.

Ren: Sup dude!

Doc: Hello.

Martyn: I hate Doc.

Ren: that's not what you said yestur-

Martyn: CEASE-

[mcytshipsandmore]

Ooh uh ok uhm how about I throw in, doc x martyn x ren. Doc and martyn constantly fighting over ren and ren just being either completely oblivious or completely into it and loves watching them squabble. The dog, the dog’s boyfriend, and the dog’s bodyguard.

I was talking about this one with my friend a while back anon ! 🙏🙏 they all can kiss at some point

Doc and Martyn need to stop fighting and make out or something tbh 😱😱😱

[a-sociopath-do-your-research]

I think the rendoc tag has gotten more content these past few days than in the last like idk year and that's making me very happy. Keep em coming.

[nix-writes-mcyt]

Too Good To Be True

Oneshot King!Ren x reader Contains: Fluff, Angst, some Yandere tendancies -------------------------------

You find yourself smiling as you haul the last of your things through the door of the Crastle. It's been so long since you agreed to move in. It feels so good to finally do so.

You remember how apprehensive you were at first, unsure of the King's intentions, but he remained sweet to you, kind. He agreed to give you all manner of creative freedoms inside his home. His castle.

Bdubs hadn't been overly fond of the idea, of course. Could you really blame him? No. But he has always been strange to you, cold. As if he doesn't want to acknowledge what you and Ren have going on.. or you at all really. Not since Ren became King anyway.

You turn with a smile, dusting off your hands. Your friend and former roommate does not share your enthusiasm.

Doc has a deep scowl on his face, something has ticked him off but you're not sure what. And he hasn't helped in explaining.

"I wish you wouldn't do this" he mumbles. "I'll come visit, don't you worry." You go in for a hug but someone clearing their throat behind you causes you to pause.

"Welcome home." Ren beams as you turn, taking full advantage of your desire to hug someone. You can hear Doc mumble something else, but you don't quite catch it.

"B-Double-O!" Ren shouts as he pulls out of the hug. Quick as a strike of lightning, Bdubs appears at Rens side.

"Ah, there you are." The king grins. "I need you to carry these bags and show my dearest their room." Bdubs nods and bows, "well of course, follow me." The smaller man says all too enthusiastically.

You give Doc a hug before you go, he whispers "be careful, you know where I am if you need me to come get you" and that's that. Off with Bdubs you go, leaving the two former friends to chat.. hopefully.

Bdubs leads you through long, well decorated corridors, rooms filled with all manner of trophies and collectibles and all sorts of back rooms. It's amazing what most people don't get to see of this castle, and now you get to call it your home.

The deeper you go the more the grand feeling starts to fade away. Rooms seem to be unfinished or just don't seem to have any effort put into them. The colours become dull, metal unpolished. It's not perfect and pristine anymore. In fact it's the complete opposite of the throne room, of any of the castle available to the public. Then you turn a corner.

"Here we are." Bdubs says, dropping your luggage in front of a large wooden door. It all looks very out of place, the ornate carvings decorating the panel, the handle is shiny and bright. It feels like you're back in the castle entrance, even though you've just seen for yourself that that's an illusion.

Bdubs unlocks the door and opens it, revealing a large, circular room. You enter first at his request, a smile falling upon your lips as you look around.

The room is big, finely decorated, the ceiling is high in the center of the room, and a diamond chandelier hangs there. Around the edge of the room a kind of second floor exists, it wraps around the whole outside wall.

You can see half of the room up there is bookshelves, practically overflowing with books. Opposite that there is a large window, not that you can see where it looks quite yet.

It's a nice room, no one can deny that, but it seems.. off now. There's a feeling in your stomach telling you that maybe it all means something. It's probably just the nerves of moving.

You lie on the large bed, listening as Bdubs brings all your things into the room. "That's all your things, I'll leave you to sort it all out." He says. You nod, well, as much as you can nod while laid down.

You hear the door close and let out a deep breath. Everything will be fine once you're settled in. That starts with unpacking.

Unpack you do, finding homes for each of your things. You discover things about the room while you do, for example when it was painted no one bothered to move the furniture so its all just a facade hiding windows into what the room really is.

Once all your things have a home you move on to what you should do next. This is a new place, perhaps you ought to find out what other secrets it holds.

You walk over to the door, reaching out and taking ahold of the ornate copper handle. But it doesn't turn.

You try again. Nothing.

The door rattles as you shake the handle, but it doesn't open. Bdubs must have locked you in by accident.

You pull out your communicator only to find there isn't any signal for it to work. It looks like you'll have to wait for someone to come find you.

You busy yourself with the room itself, flicking through books and tracing ornate patterns on the furniture with your fingers. The time stuck in the room gives you a chance to see all the potential the room has to keep you busy, to be your own space.

"Hey baby." You stop what you're doing, almost tackling Ren in a hug. "I'm so glad to see your face." You grin. "Get used to it, you live here now." He winks, "what do you think of the room?"

"It's nice, feels too good to be true." You let out a small laugh, the corners of the King's lips twitching as you do. "Well it is true. You're here to stay now, forever."

"So what else is there to do in this castle then?" You ask him. "Are you bored of this room already? I thought you just said it's nice." Ren frowns now.

"It is nice, I just-" "Bdubs and I put a lot of work into making this the perfect space for you." You nod, looking around as Ren does. There has been a lot of effort put into this room, maybe you should show some more appreciation for it.

"It is a nice room." You mumble. "I'm glad you think so," Ren smiles again now, "you won't mind waiting in here for a bit would you?" You shake your head no.

"Great, well.. I'll see you soon then!" Ren squeezes you tight, placing a firm kiss on your cheek before leaving the room. He closes the door behind him. Then the lock clicks.

You wait a second before moving over to the door, attempting to open it. Neither twisting or pulling the handle works to open the ornate wooden barricade. It doesn't budge, not one bit.

You groan, leaning against the door as if that's going to change the fact it's locked.

With a sigh you drag yourself across the room to the window. But you don't have a view you can enjoy, no.

Right there is the edge of the perimeter, Doc's baby. Your baby. Your home. Your real home.

Doc was right to be skeptical of the king, but Ren won you over with gifts and fancy words. The promise you'd get to live in a castle, be a royal.

You do live in a castle, and you may get to wear a crown one day. But for the time being it seems you are nothing but a prisoner.

[rosenight143]

Here are some more hermitcraft fan kids

Maddie- daughter of mumbo jumbo and iskall

Xia void- daughter of xisuma and Keralis

Gally goodtimes- daughter of Grian and scar

Reggie m77 dog- daughter of doc and ren

Zoey hills- daughter of Cleo Joe of stress

Talia tek- daughter of tango, impulses and zedaph

Don't pay attention to the fact gally who is wheelchair bound is standing...

[noctude]

this idea has been in my brain for over 2 months and I finally had time to make it. is this too earnestly cringe to upload? i am beyond the capacity to care. enjoy

now on youtube!

[link to drive folder w/ downloads including instrumental]

Everything was chill back in Hermitcraft 6 (lying)

Then Grian got up to his usual tricks 

The name of the game is kill or be killed

No swords no bows no PVP skills

First Rendog found his inner fish

But he couldn’t stick the landing and his bones went squish

Stress flew through the dares with talent and grace

But she didn’t catch the totem and she fell on her face

Then Ren came back with a sinister vice

Tricked X with a race and blew him up twice

Looks like steel beams can’t be melted by slime

‘Cause Jevin didn’t see Mumbo’s tower in time

Stress set a trap at the shopping district

And dropped Scar right into a pufferfish pit

Cub’s stunt got stuck and X felt robbed

So he got a skeleton to finish the job

This is the Hermitcraft showdown of Hermitcraft destiny

Players, mobs, and explosions as far as the eye can see

And only one will survive, I wonder who it will be

This is the Hermitcraft showdown of Hermitcraft destiny

Tango and Impulse were shopping at the mall

But the store detonated and it killed them all

Grian had a no-good-very-bad-day 

And when he made it back home he got blown away

Then False broke a block and before she could speak

A giant underground explosion sent her into next week 

Cleo signed up for a warehouse tour

But she didn’t read the waiver and she fell through the floor

And TinFoilChef went laughing to the grave

Then without another word went back into his caves

Tango’s game was a race against the clock

And Keralis threw an egg at the most explosive block  

Now revenge is a dish that’s best served cold 

But Bdubs got it boiling as Cleo foretold

And when Joe got the rug pulled from under his feet

He tried to play it cool but he couldn’t take the heat 

This is the Hermitcraft showdown of Hermitcraft destiny

It’s 90% explosions as far as the eye can see

And only one will survive, I wonder who it will be

This is the Hermitcraft showdown….

In another dimension

With danger abound

Mumbo threw his ender-pearl

But missed solid ground

And Doc had played smart

But Grian played mean

He was dead on arrival,

The trap unforeseen

Then one player remained,

One Dragon Head left-

For the ride of his life, 

Iskall auctioned his death

He beat Joe Hills And ZombieCle-o

And every other member of the Dragon Bros:

FalseSymmetry and BDoubleO

And Grian and Mumbo Jumbolio 

Also Rendog, Jevin, TangoTek and Cubfan, 

Stress, Scar, and X just couldn’t beat the Iskallman

TinFoilChef or ImpulseSV

Doc can rock with blocks but can’t flee

So Grian and Impulse forged a team

And together they built a death machine

With a narrative arc from beginning to end

And a wild surprise around every bend

When the show and the ride were finally done

Our champion knew that his course had run

All that remains from the end of this fight 

Is a piece of bloodstained diorite 

This is the hermitcraft showdown of hermitcraft destiny

Just way too many explosions - where do they get all that TNT???

And only one will survive, I wonder who it will be

This is the Hermitcraft showdown

(this is the Hermitcraft showdown)

This is the Hermitcraft showdown  

(this is the Hermitcraft showdown)

This is the Hermitcraft showdown 

(this is the Hermitcraft showdown)

Of Hermitcraft destiny

[hmshermitcraft]

(tw suggestive (Kinda, at the end))

docm77, the (at least) 8 foot goat/creeper/idefk-what-he-is-anymore x rendog, the (at least) 7 foot werewolf x Martyn Littlewood, a 5' 11" human.

now, don't get me wrong, they love martyn, no matter how short he is (He is not short, you're just ridiculously tall!), it's just that... it's hard to make eye contact.

doc loves looking down at martyn and whispering 'my eyes are up here' and watching him blatantly ignore that because no doc, he is not gonna break his neck looking at your face, when he's at perfect height to not get called out for looking in... other places.

-💜

Martyn has enough presence not to get walked over in the relationship - not that they'd do that to him, of course. But he'd feel cheated if they went easy on him. He's winning his place as the king of banter fairly.

And failing that, he's at the perfect height to hit them where it hurts. Telling them their height is compensating.

[inverted-flowers]

I really don't understand why homophobes would think Doc could agree with their beliefs. My guy straight up called Rendog his husband the other day (saw the clip on twit- i mean x). He's also the biggest RenDoc shipper possible. RenDoc. As in Ren, a man, x Doc himself. This is literally the gayest thing you can do as a straight – not to mention married – man in his position! Where in all that screams "homophobic" to these people?

[hermit-lover]

Hello! I love your writing so keep up the good work :D

I would like to request Ren, Doc and Scar (Separate or not) with a ftm reader, preferably platonic.

It's completely fine if you don't want to though!

(Also if you end up doing it, may I please be ✨️ anon?)

A Moment Of Calm

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Character: DocM77 x Reader, Rendog x Reader

Type: Blurb (1.8k)

Theme: Platonic, Comfort

Summary: The grind of Season 8 and The Octagon have been wearing you thin, so you take a moment to recuperate after a great success.

TW: Dysphoria

A/N: Welcome ✨(Sparkle) Anon! Sorry it took so long, but I hope you enjoy. :)

It’s been a loooooooong couple of weeks, and that's almost an understatement. You thought joining in on Doc and Ren’s shenanigans this season would be entertaining, but didn't account for Doc’s affinity for shooting for the moon (heh). Seeing his projects in seasons past you should’ve guessed it would be equally as crazy, but something in you rationed that maybe he would take it easy. Big mistake. Considering it started with somehow creating a super-chunk of a horrifying amount of spawners. You have been endlessly grinding copper and logs to fuel the shops, hearing shulkers grumble in your sleep, and building up the centre of your new base of operations. The Octagon. It was honestly huge, with complex corners and shape lending to the mechanical aesthetic you’ve leant into this season. It wasn't one you typically built in, unlike the mad scientist, and you’d be lying if you said you didn't miss the ease of terraforming. Soft dirt and plants under palm instead of gritty redstone that has long since dyed your nails. But being part of this team was rewarding in its own right.

You settle into the wooden seat sat on the floor, grunting as your knees crack with effort, and your ribs protest. How long has it been since you’ve taken off your binder?- ah no matter. A sigh pulls from your lips at the chance to relax, a crackling campfire soothing your nerves. The seat isn't necessarily the most comfortable, but after a long day's work you were looking forward to the staple of your meetings. A barbeque. Stretching your shoulders against the tight fabric under your shirt, you look to your teammates as they arrive, chattering animatedly. Ren’s voice carries first, agreeing enthusiastically to something Doc was explaining. Ever the enabler, or hype man as he would prefer. An arm is strung across the goat-hybrid's shoulders, half tugging him into a hug. Doc responds, waving his prosthetic hand to help visualize the words- a habit of his you noticed finally being close to him this season.

“Then if we attach the redstone to the power core as shown in the blueprints-” Upon coming to the crest of the hill, Ren’s gaze catches your own, and his grin widens.

“Hey dude!” The werewolf waves exaggeratedly with his free arm, completely interrupting Doc mid-sentence. He sputters out something about manners, but rolls his eyes and nods in greeting. A rush of warmth splits your own face into a grin. It was nice to have them as friends.

“Took you long enough. I was about to dig in without you.” You tease, earning a playful swat from Doc as he moves to settle in the seat beside you, Ren already taking his place as ‘the meat master’ as he would insist the title be. Laying perfectly seasoned steaks on the grill over the fire.

“You say that as if you weren't late to our last meeting.” Doc grumbles, unable to hide his smug smirk at being able to hold it over your head. Groaning dramatically you flop further into your chair.

“It was one time! You try being on time when Scar has filled your starter base with pandas-” Ren snorts, and you shoot him a glare. Doc hums in debate, he of all people understands Scar’s menace. Doesn’t mean he won't find it funny. “We still have to enact revenge for that.” You remind the pair, causing Ren to perk. A dangerous glint in his eye.

“We should infest Boatem with those bot guys Doc designed.” He suggests, “Cover their landscape with mite-bots!” Arms swooping in a wide arc, you can picture it vividly; The tailored landscape of the builders covered in clicking, scurrying bots. Like chickens but harder to kill. Not a bad idea at all. Your so caught up in the visual it takes a second for it to click what exactly Ren has just called the bots-

“Mite-bots?”

“MITE-BOTS?!” Doc’s cry overlaps your own, so suddenly all you can do is blink. “They aren’t mites! I’ll have you know I modeled them after viruses- which happen to look very cool.” The goat’s instant defense of the odd robots makes you stifle a chuckle, especially when Ren simply flicks his tail sassily. Void, they were so childish sometimes. For as much as Doc tries to seem mature and scary, it wasn't hard to wind him up.

“Mites-viruses same thing my dude. ” The werewolf shrugs, flipping a steak casually with his bare hands. It sizzles loudly and your stomach clenches with hunger, gurgling in protest. The scent of cooking meat making your mouth water. Doc grumbles unintelligibly under his breath- but you get the gist of his complaints for ‘respect’. A common thing he insists upon, despite secretly enjoying the banter. Glancing back to Ren, his gaze is already on you, smiling slightly in knowing. “Hungry?” He asks gently, eyes twinkling with affection despite the bags. He was so chipper it was hard to tell he was as tired as you are. You’d guess having his body be mostly robotic this season meant he likely felt the effects less, but there was still evidence of wear-and-tear. His metal body was scuffed and dirty, not being polished like it should be, pale skin also covered in a thin layer of grime. The evidence of hard work across the three of you is a testament to how hard you were working to complete the project before the end of the season. It was a grind, all hands on deck as you all knew it would be a shorter one.

Blinking back to reality, you realize you’ve simply been staring back at him, neglecting to actually answer the question. You stumble to answer quickly-

“Ah- yea, it smells good.” You manage out, smiling sheepishly back to his patient look. For a brief moment Ren accepts your answer, and you all lapse into peaceful silence. The crackling of fire and sizzling meat overlaid the chirping of crickets and waves lapping on the shore as the sun descended over the horizon. You truly think you can be happy here- friends, good food, enjoyable projects- and then Ren clears his throat.

“I don't mean to nag at all my dude, but I’ve gotta ask…How long have you been wearing your binder?” You inhale sharply, suddenly aware again of your aching ribs and strained breathing. Ah, shit. Of course he would notice-

“Mm Ren’s right, I haven’t noticed you without it- or taking enough breaks for me to assume you’ve removed it.” Doc agrees, sitting up a little further to watch you carefully. The pressure from both of their gazes is almost a physical weight on your skin, prickling an embarrassed heat on your face. Deep down you knew they only cared about your well-being, but the thought of being without it- “Breathe. We wont force you to change if you truly don't want to, but it isn't safe to wear it for so long.” Doc’s reassuring rumble soothes your nerves a tad, as a clawed hand rests gently on your shoulder. Lingering just-barely there as to not spook you, but there enough to ground back to your body. Realistically you know you should change, but the thought of having to exist looking so unlike your true self-

“Here.” You tune back into the present, face-to-face with a plaid ball of fabric. There's a moment of silence as your brain lags behind- then it dawns on you what it is.

“Your shirt??” You glance mildly horrified at Ren- and see much to your relief he is still currently wearing clothing. He chuckles, waggling the shirt ball enticingly.

“You wish I was showing off my abs, baby” He teases, not taking to heart the disgust you can't stop from flashing across your face. Doc huffs a laugh at your reaction, squeezing your shoulder reassuringly. “But I don’t want to attempt to out-man the ultimate man, my dude.”

It's clear he's trying to flatter you, but you let yourself take the compliment. After all, it was clear he simply cared deeply. Finally reaching out, you grab the flannel being dangled in your face. It's impossibly soft and plush, clearly well loved. The deep red fading away slightly with how many washes it's been through. Ren smiles at that, placing both hands on his hips. “It’s even oversized on me, so I figured it would be comfortable for you to lounge in- if you want.” The offer makes your heart clench- they notice, and more importantly they care enough to try and find a solution where you can all be happy. This server is going to be the death of you- and you already feel a little choked up with emotion. After a moment of debate you nod, and Doc gently removes his hand. You miss the warmth of it, but he smiles reassuringly.

“You can change in the van, we’ll save you a steak.” He jokes lightly, and you scoff.

“You better!” Pointing a finger accusatorily at him, you rise from your seat. ���This better not be a ploy to eat my share of the food.” Doc chuckles deeply, choosing to not answer as Ren pretends to look guilty. Feigning annoyance at their lack of an answer, you stalk to the van, nerves building with every step took away from them.

Stepping into the rocket-van the door clicks shut behind you, plunging you into an eerie silence. If you listened closely you could hear the fire- and the low voices of your friends just outside. If you truly wanted, you could just leave now and not change-and they would ignore it because of your emotional comfort- even if they did worry. Or…you could be comfortable physically with minor emotional discomfort. And they would be happy.

… That doesn't make it fair, huh? You pull off your shirt quickly, opting to rip it off like a band-aid. The struggle out of your binder was always a little embarrassing- but you shrug on the soft flannel in no time. It hangs on your frame, doing its job at hiding any shape of body beneath. Instead creating the illusion of one solid shape. You still knew your body was under there- but…it was as comfortable as you could get. Taking a deep breath, you step out of the van and trail back towards the campfire. Doc and Ren are talking in-between bites of food, both their gazes flicking to you at your approach.

You brace for a comment, of any mention of you wearing the flannel and accepting their offer- but Ren simply extends a hand out, holding a steak.

“Dig in! It's not getting any fresher.”

It's that simple moment of acceptance that solidifies it for you; Doc and Ren are true friends.

[mcyt-rarepair-tournament]

[beks-crooked-glasses]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54112066/chapters/137003632

HAHAHAHAHAH ITS DOOOOOOOOONE!!!! THREE MONTHS AND 100K LATER (it was still meant to be a 10k one shot lmaoooo) AND THE RED LIGHT OF DAWN IS FINALLY FINISHED (mostly. Still got the after credits fluff but the main story is done!) IM FREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Graphic Depictions Of Violence Steffen Mössner | Docm77/Rendog GeminiTay/Pearl | PearlescentMoonRendog (Video Blogging RPF)Steffen Mössner | Docm77GeminiTay (Video Blogging RPF)Pearl | PearlescentMoonJohn Booko | BdoubleO100Xisumavoid (Video Blogging RPF)Evil Xisuma (Hermitcraft)ZombieCleo (Video Blogging RPF)impulseSV (Video Blogging RPF) Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Alternate Universe - Fantasy Ren the King But actually a king Enemies to Friends to Lovers Werewolf Rendog (Video Blogging RPF) Dryad Doc Moon Witch Pearl Meet-Cute Unethical Experimentation Corruption Arcs my beloved advisor bdubs Glitched Server thanks Evil-X now everyone has trauma Hurt/Comfort Angst and Hurt/Comfort I promise there's comfort guys I will not leave my idiots without hugs Touch-Starved overly excited Ren moon and cat wives because they deserve it scary Doc not really - Freeform the ghosts watch the action and scream

Summary

It is time to go to a new world, led by the ever faithful Admin. No one was expecting interference to take what should have been a routine world switch and turn it into a living nightmare. Now scattered through a dozen separate worlds the Hermits must fight to find each other and come together. Starting with a world that contains a story line that we've seen before but... nothing like this. Trapped and unable to do anything but wait the Hermits must pray that this time the story will go better than any they have seen before.

All hail the Red King! May his reign be filled with the peace and unity that he has fought for!

[moincraf]

my favourite bits from cleo's ep. 1:

iskall: was cleo making fun of me again? cleo: always.

cooperative caving! i guess this the flipside of the ABBA mining (the winner takes it alllll) coin lol

THE MUSTARD MILK TOTS?!!?!?!? MUSTARD MILKIES?!?!??!? anyways. the cleo, skizz, tango, beef, doc group

cleo: ooh i found a massive hole! (moments later) skizz: where's that big hole you promised me, cleo?

after explaining to doc their plan to downplay their caving finds, doc outright going, "you're gonna LIE?!"

cleo was to say "aphorisms" but then figured it was too "grown-up" for the group to understand which. ksdhfkjdhfk as they should

skizz: i'm right behind ya, doc! *falls*

joehills in chat, after ren dies: all rendogs go to heaven

BIG SALMON TWITTER MOB HAHAHA

skizz swearing and the group being like "NO skizz"

skizz: season 10 stands for "X-rated" LMAO

doc saying "i don't like doing editing!" and skizz mishearing it as "i don't like doing anything!"

beef: practically none of us played hermitcraft last season. you were busy with your armour stands, he was busy with the big hole in the ground, i was busy with the maps, i was busy with decked out, and skizz wasn't even playing on hermitcraft last season!

cleo: i played real hermitcraft! what did you do that was so special, beef (LOL)? oh shut up, doc, you just dug a hole!

cleo, to iskall: i don't ever plan on becoming a reaper! *dies not long after* rip!

[evilxisumas-mailbox]

Apparently I have to do this?

Somehow someone installed a mailbox around where I live?

I'm EX, he/they pronouns.. I would prefer for you not to send me something, but I can't exactly stop you.

Hermits; @mumbos-mailbox @grians-mailbox @impulses-mailbox @skizzles-mailbox @docs-mailbox @rendogs-mailbox @xisumavoids-mailbox @bdubs-mailbox @tangos-mailbox @zedaphs-mailbox @joehills-mailbox @keralis-mailbox @gtwscars-mailbox @cleos-mailbox @xbs-mailbox @pearls-mailbox @gems-mailbox @joels-mailbox @ethos-mailbox @cubs-mailbox

Hermit adjacent; @torchys-mailbox @grumbots-mailbox @npgs-mailbox

Others; @shubbles-mailbox @lizzies-mailbox @itlw-mailbox @orionsound-mailbox @jimmys-mailbox @sausages-mailbox @katherines-mailbox @erebos-mailbox @sincerely-some-guy @eyesremain @triviabots-mailbox @bigbs-mailbox @scotts-mailbox

Heya, it's @0zon3 again..

Ooc will be signed off with (- 🌌)

BIG DISCLAIMER, I don't watch X's previous or recent episodes, and idk how EX canonically acts, this is all guessing and basing off of vibes alone.

!! Won't do nsfw !!

if I don't answer an ask its probably because either I haven't gotten to it, or I'm not comfortable answering it ((rare, but it can happen.))

AGAIN, RESTATING, THIS IS PURELY VIBES. DON'T EXPECT ME TO ACT EXACTLY LIKE THE CHARACTER.

Anyways, transmasc ex real.

Tags

→ #💥; Danger Warning

In character/roleplay

→ #🚨; Lava Flow

Answering asks

→ #⚡; Out of the danger zone

Ooc

See y'all!

[a-sociopath-do-your-research]

There is not enough rendoc in this world.

That's it,that's the post.