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Hermitswap - rainymars_ interps
so I get very silly with my hermit interps. Have a chart of their species and such. I will gladly answer hermitswap requests (The entire reason I made this even)
Other facts for your leisure:
Hermits given the 'Keralis' species literally just gain the expression and nothing else
Voidbornes are an open slot, essentially. They have no visual cues aside from iridescent purple freckles (something that world chewers, voidwalkers, and Watchers have) BUT are capable of shapeshifting. Just pick absolutely anything for that, even species not on the list
World chewers also don't have many physical signs aside from the freckles- but they are an excuse to draw hermits going feral. They can spit acid that dissolves things and every dissolved thing is stored in a pocket dimension. Credit to Hermit Canyon for spawning this idea in my brain.
Gods won't have much in way of species tbh. They just look like themselves. However, I am open to giving their God titles. TFC is the God of the mines- Joe is Herobrine, the First God
Yes you are reading Iskall right. He is literally a krill/darkness dragon hybrid from sky: children of the light. Blame one of my irls for this.
HELSMITS ARE OPEN! Feel free to suggest them! As a mark regarding that, here's specified helsmit species for the ones I know of: TrueSymmetry: finch (avian); Boogeydubs: glare; HumanCleo: says on the tin; Hels: nether druid (crimson); Evil Xisuma: farlander enderman/voidwalker; Zedeath: reaper; Fork (hels!Mumbo): werewolf; NPC Grian: says on the tin; BadTimesWithScar: allay; Waspzuma: wasp/voidwalker
Other helsmits are ofc open, these are just the ones I know of
#hermit swap#hermitcraft#hermitblr#hermitcraft smp#I am not tagging every hermit sorry#Oh why not I'll tag them all actually#bdoubleo100#zedaph#geminitay#docm77#hypnotizd#grian#falsesymmetry#stressmonster101#pearlescentmoon#jevin#zombiecleo#cubfan135#keralis#xbcrafted#impulsesv#tangotek#welsknight#xisuma#goodtimeswithscar#ethoslab#iskall85#tfc#tinfoilchef#joe hills
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My and @cata-strophes’s spreads for @hermitzine!
We were assigned to the letter X and wanted to theme our spreads around season 10 (aka season X)! I worked on the left half of the first spread, as well as the blueprint, the ministry, the postal service, and the cat cafe menu on the second spread :]
#super proud of these they turned out so well!#had a great time working with you cata :]#my art#hermitcraft#i am not tagging every single hermit sorry
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K am calm now
Am sorry about being a massive bitch about this earlier today.
I literally took a shower and remembered a lot of people are jumping ship from twitter and thus, are new
Anyway
If you make a post romantically shipping mcyters or their characters, use [series]shipping
Example: hermitshipping or trafficshipping
Tags on this site are like a sorting system, not an advertising system. If you use tags that aren't relevant to your post, ppl wil get irritated. If you don't use tags that are relevant to your post, people who would like your post aren't going to find it
By not using trafficshipping, your missing a whole lot of people off because you aren't using common courtesy. This isn't something you can rebellious about by the way. For a lot of different reasons, people would prefer not to see ship art. Sometimes two groups of people are simply Incompatible and everyone would get along way better if we could avoid each other. Or, in this case, avoid a certain topic we don't like rather than being forced to virtually overhear it all the fucking time and turn into a ticking time bomb because everyone is talking about [insert ship + overused romance trope here] every second of every day and it's very annoying and you are going to kill someone if you hear about how totally romantic soulmates are or how there is totally not a heterosexual explanation for something friends actually have good reasons to do if you were a good fucking friend
Deep breath
By not tagging ship posts, you are poking a sleeping dragon gestures to historic fandom drama so bad one of the hermits actually got metaphorically crucified for it (will edit with a link to an explanation later. Or maybe someone else can comment it. I have other stuff I want to do right)
So please tag stuff appropriately. You don't need to go all out with them. Just tag a character and/or group of characters, a fandom, and any potential major/common triggers or squicks, and you're good.
Sincerely, a romance repulsed aromantic who would like her romance free space and not deal with a second wave of shipping drama
Ps: reblog posts. Don’t repost. Use the reblog button. Thats how stuff reaches people.
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Is it okay for people with agoraphobia to look and take some of the advice you have for housebound people on here? I'm not really great at picking up nuance so I'm worried that it'd be crossing some boundary or that it's not the intention of the tag
that’s completely okay, i appreciate your desire to be respectful even though i’m sorry you were concerned! i absolutely consider folks with agoraphobia my comrades + community members and i’d be super honored if anything i’ve shared is helpful (+ am always interested in hearing what that was if you’re comfortable!) the rest of this is not anything you need to answer your question, just thoughts i’ve been having on the subject
i haven’t had the opportunity to talk to enough homebound [due to chronic illness / “physical” reasons] people to know if this is a common experience but for me i’ve noticed that similar to chronic illness often carrying depression with it, since becoming homebound i’ve become terrified of leaving the house.
this is definitely influenced by the fact that it’s untenably painful, my photosensitivity (in the UV sense not the epilepsy sense), the ongoing pandemic, the fact that i only left the house to go to the doctor for over a year & i’m afraid of the doctors appointment itself due to medical trauma, etc etc but like. there’s also the very strong pull of habit – i’m an incredibly obsessive & ritualistic person – and what Goffman refers to as “the relief of self-isolation” for marginalized people sheltering from a hostile society, a phrase i read in undergrad 5 1/2 years ago that’s stuck with me ever since for how profoundly it resonates.
i’m not trying to say these are necessarily your or any other person with agoraphobia’s feelings & experiences, more to illustrate how the liberation of all homebound people & shut-ins & hermits is bound up together; any sanist strategy for oppressing agoraphobes can easily be leveraged against me, not least because as a severely underdiagnosed person, the medical establishment does not think there is any “legitimate” “physical” reason for me to be homebound. to respond to this oppression by arguing it’s inapplicable because i’m not crazy would be untrue + a cruel act of lateral violence.
i’ve been reading a lot of butch/femme history recently (i post about that on my main @campgender; followers age 18+ only please) & have found myself entirely reconfiguring my understanding of the queer art of isolation, the incredible ability of our ancestors to hunker down & survive under circumstances unimaginable to the average person. i absolutely don’t want to deny the deep pain – not only the aspects i experience but also the heightened isolation of people without or before internet access + the ways these circumstances / forms of oppression can foster abuse –
but my god, so many 50s butches didn’t leave their homes during daylight hours for years in order to not be hate crimed for their gender presentation, & that’s the folks who were making it to the bars. so many others – “discreet” couples who didn’t want to risk being outed by engaging in queer community; people assigned female who “passed” as men & their partners; butch sex workers & other people with identities perceived as contradictory or unacceptable – existed marginalized by both queer & normative communities.
every time i think substantially about homeboundedness i always get tracy chapman’s “subcity” stuck in my head. obviously my access to housing period is a huge position of privilege, & i’m in the most economically secure position of my adult life so far; the abjection i experience is nowhere near the scale of people in the position of the speaker of the song, who’s implied to be street homeless. but the line “people say it doesn’t exist ‘cause no one would like to admit that there is a city underground” is such a succinct & accurate depiction of living the kind of life society tries to convince itself is impossible. but there truly is a rich genealogy of homeboundedness especially in queer history.
again i hope some of my posts & such are helpful / resonant! wishing you all the best 💓💓
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Okay.
New Arcana Swap
(tag for now is Transboy Haru I need a new name for this I know)
Anyways. It's been like 2 hours here's everything I have so far
So it's a Fool Haru au, but as a trans guy. He's been transitioning since the year before he started high school, and he's had top surgery. Now he's in his final year, and he's being shipped out to Tokyo after a summer in Juvi, all for something he didn't do
Toranosuke Yoshida as the Hierophant with Goro as the Hermit too it's. This ex politician who has been adopting these kids who's rich and important parents abandon them
Emperor Makoto. And then with Makoto, she's been "staying" with Kobayakawa as a pupil and StuCo Prez, and once he's confessed, she reaches out to her sister and returns home to live with Hanged Man Sae. She's sorta non-binary genderfluid? She doesn't have a term coined yet. But pronouns vary each day
Makoto: thanks, so much. For saving me, for helping me find my sister again, for accepting who I am, and- and for loving me,
Haru: oh, Mako dearest,
Makoto, crying: d-dont look at me like that, Loverboy. Just- let's hurry, the others are waiting
(in case you couldn't tell yet, this is Okujima)
Haru: hey why are you so close with that pharmacist?
Yoshida: oh, cause. I take pills?
It's cause Goro's on anti-psychotics lmao
It's how he so easily got Haru in with the counsellor Death Maruki
Maruki: yep, I see your files are completely true. So, I'll get you set up with your old regime of hormones
Haru: just like that?
Maruki: yep, but I also have to give you anger management sessions. Your parole demands it
Haru: ...I understand. Just, thank you. For understanding who I am
Chariot Shiho and Lovers Futaba, and the Temperance is Kanji-
Cause his husband is the Judgement and their wife is Fortune-
Moon Joker, Magician Ryuji (he's a lil lizard), Star Ann, Empress, uh, Yusuke?
Shiho a recovering amputee. She got in an accident that ended her volleyball career, but she's trying to not get too depressed about it
She cost them the national title. She ends up starting her training again to aim for the Paralympics, and manages the school team
Shiho: hey, why was Shit Head calling you a girl?
Haru: I, I'm trans,
Shiho: THAT BASTARD! Urgh, I'm so sorry, I know a teacher who'll help report that bullshit. I'm Shiho Suzui, school cripple. Nice to meet you, transfer boy
Haru: thanks, I'm Haru Yoshida. Thanks for not, freaking out on ke
Ryuji's a little bearded dragon in the real world
And MORGANA! He's like, Shinya's age? Human
He's playing the hero, trying to take down the Yakuza that ruined his family and left him alone, but he's young and scared, and the group saves him and he moves in with Yoshida too and he's like Haru's little brother
Goro: you're getting soft, old man.
Yoshida: maybe I am. Or maybe, I'm finally doing what I was meant to all along
He runs a homey beef bowl shop and Haru helps out, and Morgana sits at the counter slurping his noodles and Goro studies away in the back booth. Little family of three brothers
Goro: thanks for changing my heart, I guess
Futaba: no problem, man
Goro: ...I, feel like I need to tell you all. My mom was schizophrenic, and I've been being treated for it since Yoshida took me in. I, I'm gonna get myeds adjusted too. So I can be reliable for you all as navigator
Shiho: whatever you need to be yourself, and to be healthy
Haru: and if you end up like that again, we'll race back in and save you
It's shown in how his palace would change every other day. Like if you wait too long the infiltration route changes
Once he's doing better again, he gets back into school, and ends up in the other third year class with Makoto
Goro: your partner is a pain in my ass. They're making it hard to get that #1 spot
Haru: isn't my love so smart?
Goro: fucking gross. Bleh. I'm going to go watch a documentary on serial killers.
Toranosuke and his three sons, such a proud dad
Haru doesn't leave Tokyo at the end of the year. He gets formally adopted, and moves from the attic to the proper Yoshida house
Naoto: so. You're the leader of the Phantom Thieves?
Haru: ...what's it matter how I answer? They got their signed confession.
Naoto: I knew it, there was no way they'd have gotten a genuine one so quickly... Those bastards... Well, hopefully our chat can clear things up. Tell me, why'd you do it? How? The more I know, the better I can help you out
Naoto recognizes the boy from his husband's class roster, from his chats about the transfer boy that seemed to affect everyone around him
Naoto: so. Your dad kicked you out?
Haru: yes. Not for being a boy, he accepted that part of me. No, I caught on about some of his shadier business deals. So, he framed me for assault, disowned me. I got lucky, that Mr Yoshida agreed to house me, otherwise I would have probably ended up back in Juvi,
Okay this is getting too long so MORE UNDER THE CUT BUT WHAT DO YALL THINK LEMME KNOW
Okay. More
Shiho with her slight hobble cause of her prosthetic, and when she just *can't* wear it, she's on crutches, Like at the beach
She wears her leg to the beach, but takes it off when Makoto and Morgana egg her into running out to the water with them. Makoto loads her onto their back until they reach the water and then it's just. Splashing and fun
Goro's reading a book while Ryuji lies on a towel in the sun, soaking in the heat. Haru and Futaba are munching on popsicles and watching the others
Two Jokers
Moon is Akira, and Ren was in Shiho's role
They're Futaba's foster brothers. So that's why Futaba really wants to join up. To avenge Ren. And it's why Akira helps out
Futaba: hey, so Ren's awake. He's going to need physical therapy, but he's keeping all his parts. He's, also going to testify. He won't be returning to Shujin,
Akira: he's going to finish at Kosei. It'll be a better fit for him
Makoto, fluid, having more they or he days but still having she days. Masc she days, but still
Coloured bandanas around their upper arm for their different days. Now embracing their baby punk side
And smiling so much more, back home with their sister and able to be themselves with support, and having friends and a sweet boyfriend
Hifumi for the Faith and. Justice Kasumi and Sumire TRSUT ME
Haru: hey!
Makoto, wearing a dark red bandana: hey Loverboy, can I get a kiss?
Haru: course, love. How's my girl today?
Makoto: feeling great, Sis and I are going out tonight. She said you're welcome to join if you want? And then maybe come over after later to "study"?
Haru: how can I say no to you?
#transboy haru#makoto niijima#haru okumura#okujima#ryuji sakamoto#goro akechi#futaba sakura#shiho suzui#arcana swap#p5 arcana swap#persona 5 au
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Noah Sebastian x OFC
I'm so sorry it took me a little longer to update. I've got a gnarly head cold, but I'm in bed, and hoping to get the next part started after this one is posted. We’re getting to the meat of the story here now folks. There’s lots of fluffy cheesy fluff in this chapter, because it’s going to get real heavy later. Remember to let me know if you want to be tagged! 🖤
Warnings: Alcohol abuse, overall abuse, mild violence (ie. bar fights), smut, swearing, and altogether just a lot of fuckery. ++ chapter warning for consensual choking***
+It goes without saying. This is a work of fiction. My words are mine. Plagiarism is a crime.
Part 7 — Concrete Jungle
The days were passing slower than molasses. I found myself working overtime nearly every day to give me something to do outside of being at home, AA, or waiting for Noah to call. Being a hermit was much easier when the only person I had to look forward to seeing was my dog.
We were so close to the end of the first leg of the tour, Noah only having two shows left before he came home for nearly three months.
I dreamt of how wonderful those three months would be. We talked about it often. He swore he was coming over the day he got home from Witchita, and we weren’t leaving my house for a solid week. As unrealistic as that was, I still looked forward to it, and scheduled vacation to have that entire week off.
I was soaking in the tub, music pumping through my earbuds when the sound of a familiar ringtone sang through my ears. I smiled and tapped my phone screen, answering the call.
“Hey babe.” I sank back down into the water, inhaling the lavender scent of the epsom salts I had added.
“Hey sweetheart, how was your day?” His voice was relaxed, calm and cool.
“Not the worst. Sam wasn’t there today, so I actually didn’t hate it.”
He chuckled. “That guy’s a real dick, huh?”
I snorted. “The worst.”
“Well, if he ever makes another pass at you, just tell him your big scary boyfriend will kick his ass.”
My eyes were closed, just relaxing at the sound of his voice. “My boyfriend?”
“Is that a problem?”
“I thought I said I didn’t want anything official?”
I could hear the smirk in his voice. “Yeah, well that was before big meathead dudes were hitting on you.”
“Mm,” I pulled my arm out of the water to readjust my towel under my head. “I’ll tell him my big scary boyfriend said so.”
“What is that noise? Are you doing dishes?”
“In the tub.”
He didn’t respond, but I heard my phone’s twinkling ringtone, indicating I was getting a FaceTime call. I snickered and ignored it.
“No way. You gotta wait to see it in person.”
I heard him groan on the other end of the line. “Not fucking fair! You’re all wet and bubbly.”
“No bubbles today.”
“So I can see through the water?!”
The jingling came again and I ignored it, laughing loudly.
“Shouldn’t you be in soundcheck?”
“That ended hours ago. I’m relaxing in my room before the show.” His voice lowered. “I’m so lonely.”
“See if Nick’s around.” I said nonchalantly.
He hissed. “Babe, I’m in a mood here, help me out.”
I giggled. “Say please.”
“You know I don’t fucking ask.” His tone was deadly now. I shivered at the sound, spreading my thighs a little.
“Fine, but no video. Last time I nearly dropped my phone in the tub.”
“Deal.”
It was silent for a beat. “You okay?” I looked over to the phone to make sure the call hadn’t disconnected.
“I’ll be better once I know you’re touching yourself.” My stomach dropped, a small moan leaving my mouth. His words were always so maddening, getting me hot so quickly.
I adjusted myself, spreading my thighs and letting my hands fall lazily over my slit, running my fingers gently over my sensitive spot.
“I am.”
“Good girl.” I pressed a little harder against my clit, rubbing slow circles around it. “Now, tell me how bad you miss my cock. How bad do you miss me, baby.”
I moaned louder now, bringing my left hand up to pinch my nipples. My undulations on my core increasing speed by the second.
“Ugh I miss you so much Noah.” I let my head fall back, eyes closed, picturing him in the tub with me.
“That’s right. You miss me touching you, baby?”
My voice was just breaths. “Yes.”
“You miss me eating that sweet pussy? Making you fucking scream?” His breaths were coming quicker now.
“Yes, Noah.” I answered louder, my hips buckling slightly at the thought.
“When I get home, you going to let me fucking destroy you, baby? Fuck you until you can’t even move?”
“Oh, fuck, yes...” I was so fucking close.
“I’m going to come just fucking thinking about it baby. Always thinking about you. That pretty, tight pussy. So fucking wet.” I could hear movement on the other end, I could tell he was as close as I was.
“Noah I need you so bad. Please come home. Please come home and fuck me. I need you so so bad.”
I heard him gasp hard on the other end. “Fuck!” His voice was sharp. He came.
I wasn’t far behind, letting out a small scream.
There was no words exchanged for at least five minutes while we both worked on getting our breathing under control.
After a moment, I heard him make a sound of disapproval. “I made a mess.”
This caused me to burst out laughing, him joining me only a second later.
“Fucking hell, Noah. I can’t wait to see you.”
He sighed heavy. “I know.” I could tell he was thinking, he only got completely silent when he was.
“Fuck it, come to Witchita! Catch a flight tomorrow and you can make the show. Then you can ride home with us.” I paused myself, now toweling off while the water drained from the tub.
“Excuse me?”
“You took the week off, right? I’ll book you a ticket right now.”
“Noah, you aren’t coming home until Thursday. I can’t leave Angel that long. And I can’t bring him on the bus.”
“Can Laura watch him for a few days?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know, Noah. I’d miss two days of group.”
He huffed, obviously defeated. “Alright. I’m sorry, it was a dumb idea.”
“No, it wasn’t. I just need more time to plan something like that.”
He had to go, ending the call quickly to shower and head back down to the venue. With a promise of calling me after, we hung up.
-
I called Laura that night, telling her about Noah’s promise to keep me in bed for a week.
“I’m so fucking jealous of you.” I laughed heartily.
“You’re married!”
“I know! But you’re literally dating a rockstar, Leena. I’m jealous.”
I chewed on my thumb nail.
“He called himself my boyfriend, Laura.”
“Isn’t he?”
I flopped back on my bed. “I don’t know. It feels like it.”
“Is that so bad?”
I contemplated this. “I’m scared, Laura.” My arm covered my eyes. “You know how long it’s been.”
“I know, LeeLee.” Her childhood nickname for me brought me some comfort. “But Noah isn’t him.”
“I know he isn’t.”
“So don’t hold yourself back. Have you even told Noah about him? About any of your trauma?”
“No.”
“Maybe you should.”
I could feel hot tears brewing. “I’m scared to love him, Lo.” My childhood nickname for her.
“Babes, if you’re scared to, then I think you already do.”
Well, that’s a lot to unpack.
I sniffled hard, wiping my tears. “Ugh.” I sat up. “He also asked me to fly to Kansas tomorrow. Go to the show and ride back with them on the bus.”
“That’s cute as fuck. Are you going to? You know I’ll watch Angel.” I rolled my eyes.
“I know, but that’s insane! I would have to leave in like 12 hours.”
“…and?” I didn’t respond, which told her how I felt. “Leena, you don’t do spontaneous, fun stuff anymore. Did you already tell him no?”
“Thank you for that.” I sighed. “And yeah, told him I couldn’t miss group.”
“Abel can handle group for one week.” I stayed quiet. My mind was actually considering it. “You could surprise him!”
“What?”
“Yeah! Show up without telling him, and hold up a sign that says LH hearts NS or some shit! He’s sappy, he’d love it!”
“I can’t exactly get in without him knowing. The show is sold out.”
“Can’t you call Nick or Folio?”
With that, my brain kicked into place and the plan all formed in my head.
“Laura, I’ll drop Angel off in the morning.”
She laughed. “See, you love him!”
I hung up without another word.
I dug through my contacts and found Nick’s number. The show should have ended at least an hour ago, so I guessed they were still in the green room, shaking off the energy.
“C’mon, pick up Nick, pick up.”
“Hey!” The voice was loud, a ton of background noise. “Is everything okay? Do you need to talk to Noah!”
“No!” I yelled into the phone. “No, Nick I’m fine, but I need to talk to you privately.”
-
Having filled Nick in on my plan, he was on board from the moment I said the word ‘surprise’. He thought it was a great idea. He told me Noah had been homesick, and he was sure me coming would perk him right up.
I booked the earliest flight to Witchita that I could, leaving at 5AM. Laura cursed at me when she opened the door to bring Angel inside at 3AM. I dropped a quick kiss on his snout and promised to text Laura the moment I landed.
I then drove to LAX, running through the terminal to my gate, barely making it on the plane in time.
My adrenaline was on high, my backpack filled to the brim with clothes, random toiletries I may need, my wallet, and my phone charger. Everything else would just have to do without.
I understood now why Noah takes a panic day before traveling, because this was anxiety-inducing to do. I hated flying, so my heart raced the entire nearly eight hours.
Once I touched down, I grabbed an Uber to the hotel, the same one I knew they stayed at. I had four hours until the doors opened. I asked Nick for a regular GA ticket, no VIP. I needed to be the first one there so I was in the very front. He needed to see me.
Checked into my room, I slipped in a quick shower to wash the flight off of me, shivering when I got out. I stared down at my bag and realized what I had forgotten.
“Oh shit!”
I picked up my phone and dialed Nick. He answered on the first ring.
“Hey, you here yet?”
“Yeah, yeah I’m in my room. Dude! I have nothing to make a sign out of!”
“Erm…what do you need?”
I ran my hands over my forehead feverishly.
“Poster board and a big sharpie?”
He was quiet for a moment. “Okay, give me 15, let me see what I can find. Text me your room number.”
He hung up and I quickly slipped my clothes on.
My phone rang, Noah’s face flashing.
“Hey you.” I even sounded suspicious, what the fuck? I’m so bad at this.
“Hey gorgeous, you alright?”
My blood ran cold. “Yeah, why?”
“Oh, just because you went to bed early last night and then said you were busy all day. I haven’t heard much from you.”
I laughed, relieved. “Oh yeah, just hung out with Laura all day. I just got home.”
“Ah, okay. I can’t talk long, I’ve got to get ready soon. But I just wanted to check in.”
“Oh, sure! I miss you.” I sat down on the bed.
“I miss you too, baby. Only a couple more days.”
I gritted my teeth. “Yup. Home stretch.”
We said our goodbyes and as I clicked ‘End’, there was a knock at the door.
Nick stood on the other side, 5-pack of poster boards and 3-pack of giant markers in his hands. He was sweating and absolutely out of breath.
“Hi…Leena…” he said in between breaths. “I ran to the corner store and got these. I hope they work.”
I took the items from him, taking note of the color of the posters.
“Neon green?” He nodded, putting his hands on his knees.
“Yeah. Trust me. He can see it way better on stage.”
I smiled brightly. “This is perfect, Nick. Thank you!”
He smiled back. “Anytime. Now look, we take a break between Death of Peace of Mind and Just Pretend where Noah talks to the crowd and gives his little monologue. It gives him time to get his voice ready for the song.”
I listened intently.
“That’s when you hold it up. He’ll have them turn on the lights so he can look at the crowd, and that’s when you hold it up.”
“But what if he sees me before then? Won’t it be obvious if I’m in the front?”
He shook his head. “Don’t let him bullshit you. When the lights are down, we can’t see shit up there.”
-
I was the second person in line, behind a red-headed girl who looked positively irritated. She was dressed in full Bad Omens merch, reminding me that I should have worn the shirt he gave me. Instead, I wore a black tank top, black jeans, and combat boots.
When the doors opened, I walked up to the rail in front of the stage, my sign tightly wrapped in my hands, and turned my back. I didn’t want to risk him seeing me from the back.
I pulled my phone out and shot him a quick message.
Me: Have a great show tonight, babe!
His response was quick.
Noah: Yep, last one till I’m home with you.
Noah: Call you after.
The show was so long, by the time the guys actually made it on stage, I was wiped. ERRA and Invent Animate had put on great sets, but I was here for Bad Omens.
When I heard the opening chords to Death of Peace of Mind, I felt my heart jump into my throat. I sunk low by the railing, listening to Noah’s enchanting voice sing the melody.
“You come and go in waves. Leaving me in your wake.”
I swallowed hard.
“You come and go in waves. Swallowing everything.”
The guitars and drums pounded out the last verse of the song, leaving the venue dark when the lights went out.
I began unraveling the sign, questioning my entire life. This was so corny. Is this how I really wanted to do this? Make such a strong confession to him? In a fucking sign? Like a prom-posal?!
My gut twisted. I couldn’t do this. But I had to. I came all this way. Nick nearly gave himself an asthma attack getting the supplies.
And there was my guy, sauntering around the stage, monologuing, right on schedule.
He would turn the lights up any second. It’s now or never.
I lifted the sign as high as my 5’1 frame would allow, closing my eyes to the rest of the world, internally cringing at how ridiculous this was.
“Woah, we got a sign over here!” His voice was boisterous. And he saw me, or my sign, rather, as I was hiding my face behind it.
I heard him walk toward where I stood.
“Let’s see what it says.” I peeked around the side for only a second, seeing he was bent over, squinting to read the sign.
“‘I love you Noah S’, awe, thank you, that’s so sweet.” He hadn’t walked away though. “What does that say underneath?”
He was quiet for a second. He was reading my name. ‘Leena R.’
The room fell silent, or for me it did. I heard nothing but the shuffling of the microphone being put on the stand. I lowered the sign to see what was happening just as he fixed his mic on the stage.
“Give me just a second, guys.”
The crowd screamed, and he jogged over to the area of the stage directly above where I stood. With no warning, he jumped down, causing the security guard to scramble over to him. He was unfazed, walking straight up to the railing in front of me.
His eyes were wide, a giant grin nearly breaking his cheekbones.
I was sheepishly smiling back, trying hard to maintain my composure.
“You love me?” I almost couldn’t hear him over the crowd. I just nodded wildly, moisture prickling behind my eyes.
Before anything else could happen, he reached up and hooked my neck, pulling me toward the railing and crashing his lips on mine.
All I felt was vibrations, likely from the crowd exploding. His lips tasted like mint and sweat, his gloved hand rough against the back of my neck.
When he pulled away, he pressed his forehead to mine for a second.
“I fucking love you, Leena.”
-
I was still shaking, my hands tucked firmly in my jean pockets while the security guard walked me to the green room as instructed by Noah.
I could hear the concert continue, only two songs left. Noah had jumped back onstage and continued as if nothing had happened, able to breeze right past it like the professional he is.
“Okay, you can wait in here. They’ll be back here once they finish up.” I smiled at the security guard and walked past him into the room.
“Hey,” I turned to look at him. “that was a ballsy move out there. Good for you.”
I blushed hard, looking anywhere but at him. “Yeah? It felt kind of insane.”
He laughed. “It was fucking psychotic.” This wasn’t helping. “But to be honest, I never see shit like that happen. It was cool as fuck.”
He left before I could say anything else.
It wasn’t long before Folio burst through the door, obviously still hyper from the performance. Jolly and Nick followed, already chatting.
“I swear to you my rig was out of tune, dude! It kept giving me sour notes during Limits, and then Dethrone was a fucking mess.” Nick’s eyes scanned the room and found me sitting on the couch, waiting patiently. “Leena!”
I jumped up. “Hey!”
“Perfect fucking execution dude! Exactly how I pictured it.”
“Yeah? How embarrassing was it? Be honest.”
Jolly laughed, pulling his long hair back into a low ponytail. “Oh, it was adorable. I loved it.”
“It was fucking cringe, dude!” Folio’s voice called from the table that had snacks on it. He looked over, open water bottle in his hand. “It was rad as fuck!”
I relaxed my shoulders.
Noah came skipping into the room after a moment, pulling the gloves off of his hands.
“Hey!” He bound up to me, his arms coming to grab me by the hips, pulling me down to another kiss.
“I thought you couldn’t make it!”
I smirked. “I changed my mind.”
“So you didn’t spend the entire day with Laura, I gather?”
I shook my head. “Nope. I spent the day traveling.”
He had disbelief on his face. “How did you pull it off?”
“Called Nick. Booked a flight. Easy stuff.”
“I risked my life for that sign, by the way!” Nick hollered from the couch.
“Is that why you ran out of the room earlier?”
Nick just nodded in response. “I came through. Pulled the wool over your eyes.”
Noah lifted his brows at me, his expression was unreadable.
“You both are insufferable, you know that?”
-
I had brought my things to Noah’s room, not much need for my own. My legs were feeling heavy, so the walk off the elevator and down the hallway with him was my time to find the strength. Noah was a very…active…individual, and I assumed that he was going to be looking for some time together.
When we entered the room, he walked past me, immediately pulling his shirt off and sitting in the bed. Rather than looking at me with his usual hunger, his eyes looked exhausted when they met mine.
It occurred to me, Noah had been on tour for a couple of months. He was playing shows nearly every night while traveling, sometimes without even time to sleep in a hotel room. He needed rest.
“Noah?” He only tipped his chin up in response. “I think I know what you need.”
He raised his brow, the playful expression shadowing his face. “Yeah, and what’s that?”
“A shower.” It took him a second to process, but once he did, his shoulders relaxed forward and he huffed out an amused sigh.
“Yep, you’re right about that.” He ran his hand over the back of his neck.
I stepped over to him, putting my arms around his shoulders and pulling him in close. He pressed the side of his face into my chest in a comforting gesture, wrapping his own arms around my waist.
“Then, you need some sleep. Nick said we leave at 6AM.”
I could only feel him nod. I pulled back so he could look up at me.
“Why don’t we pick up on the fun stuff when we get home? And just work on recovering for now?”
I felt his body go slack.
“Oh thank God.” I shook with laughter. “I’m so fucking tired, Leena. I didn’t want to disappoint you, though.”
“You want to know a secret?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m fucking dead, dude. I’m so tired I could fall asleep standing up.”
He laughed into my chest, caging me in just a little tighter.
“Didn’t you sleep on the plane?”
“No, I uh…I’m not a great flyer.”
“Me neither, why do you think we still take a tour bus?” His voice was muffled by my shirt and he sighed heavily.
“You, mister, go get in a hot shower. Scrub off all that sweat. I will order us some food, and get a movie on.”
He groaned approvingly. “Today is the best day ever.”
He sounded small, which tugged on my heart. “I’m glad I came.”
“Me too.”
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After a solid five hours of sleep, a morning shower (that may have included some touching), and a third cup of coffee, Noah and I were standing at the hotel check-in desk turning in his room key, and my completely useless one as well. We had fallen asleep not twenty-minutes into the horror movie I had put on after devouring a pizza. We fell asleep spooning, but he eventually rolled onto his back, and I woke up half-laying on him, sweat covering both of us.
Noah was always so chipper in the mornings, which was painful for me, as I was a creature of the night. Even after all of the caffeine, I was still wearing sweatpants, one of Noah's sweatshirts, no bra, flip-flops, and my sunglasses. My hair was hanging loose over my shoulders, not brushed out after the shower. I looked absolutely dreadful.
Still, he held my hand as we walked out to the bus, and helped my backpack off of me and let me on first. The bus was about what I expected, large, loungers lining both sides, a table near a somewhat kitchenette with a refrigerator and table. In the 'hallway' area were the bunks, a bathroom that was smaller than the one on the airplane, and in the very back was a couch with two large televisions, a couple of various gaming consoles, and some cabinets that Noah showed me were filled with snacks.
I had set myself up on one of the lounge couches while the rest of the guys loaded onto the bus. I was waving to each of them lazily as they stepped on, dropping things off in their respective bunks. Folio laid on the lounger across from me, immediately letting his eyes fall closed. I felt my own lids get heavy.
"Are we ready? Ron says we aren't stopping for at least six hours." Jolly called from the front of the bus. He received several yelps of approval in the back from Noah and Nick, who were putting their things away in the back cabinets. No response from the now comatose Folio, and just a thumbs up from me.
As the bus began to move, the vibrations had me lulled, pulling me closer to falling back asleep as my eyes watched the sun slowly rising from the window. An arm reached over me, pulling a shade closed and blocking the light, which was lovely.
I heard Noah's voice above me, so I angled my head to look up. "Going to take a nap, love?" The word made me turn my lips up tiredly.
"Mm, it's not even a nap. It's just going back to bed."
He laughed, shaking his head. "You want to lay in my bunk? The pillows smell like me." He winked, making me roll my eyes playfully.
"I'm too claustrophobic for those things." I sunk down into the cushions. "Besides, I'm so comfy."
He walked to the back, returning only a moment later with a large green blanket that was plush and warm, flinging it over me.
He bent down and placed a soft kiss on my lips. "Get some sleep. I'm going to go kick the shit out of Nick at Warzone."
"Fuck you, dude! I'm going to wipe the fucking floor with you." Nick's voice carried through the bus.
Noah was only gone for a moment before my eyes slipped closed and the movement from the bus had me in a nice, deep slumber.
The drive back home was long. Longer than I had exactly anticipated. It was now about 11PM, and Noah and I were snuggled on the couch in the back, watching through The Conjuring 2, under the same blanket I had napped under earlier. I was going to sleep back here tonight, and I had this pulling feeling that Noah was too.
I was laying sideways, pressed against his side and chest as he laid flat, legs crossed and spread long on the couch. He had one arm wrapped around me, and the other folded under his head.
I wasn't so much watching the movie, having seen it many times, but I was mostly studying him. My fingers traced the tattoos on his shirtless chest, taking note of freckles that were barely visible between the lines of ink.
After a while, I glanced up at him, seeing his eyes beginning to flutter closed. I reached my face up, and pressed a kiss to his jaw, catching his attention. His arm tightened around me, and he breathed heavy.
"I'm fighting for my life to stay awake here." His voice was deep and thick, sleepy.
I smiled. "Why not go to bed, babe? This couch is a little small for two of us."
"Cause you're wide awake, and I'm not going to leave you alone."
"I'm a big girl, Noah. I can put on something to watch and lay here until I get drowsy"
He just shook his head and cleared his throat. "I'll be okay."
I shrugged and began sitting up, needing to stretch. He followed suit.
His eyes watched me as I lifted my arms over my head, my crop top pulling and exposing the underside of my breasts. I saw his tongue slide over his bottom lip.
I quirked an eyebrow. "Can I help you?"
He smirked, reaching out to press his palm into my side, making me shiver. His hands were freezing.
"Actually..." He pulled, nearly causing me to topple into his lap.
I let out a squeal, clapping a hand over my mouth. Jolly and Nick were passed out, their snores carrying through the bus. Folio was in his bunk, watching something on his tablet with headphones in. Noah had closed the door to the back of the bus when we first came back here, but I didn't want to be a nuisance, and wake everyone.
He quietly laughed, pulling my legs on either side of him, bringing my face down to his with a hand in my hair.
Our mouths connected softly, his hands coming to rest on my sides.
I pulled back slightly, my eyes glancing over at the door.
"It's locked."
I raised my brows at him, hands resting on his shoulders. "Yeah? Had ideas of how this night was going to go?"
I tried to keep my face even, but I was struggling not to crack a smile.
"I'm not as tired tonight." His voice was low, serious.
He pressed his lips to mine again, steady but not eager. We had time. We were only halfway back to LA, most everyone was asleep, and, most importantly, we were in love.
This moment together just felt different. There was a barrier that had been up, completely fallen now, leaving us bare to each other and vulnerable.
Slowly, he lifted my shirt over my head, drinking in the sight in front of him. His mouth came down on my chest, teeth leaving soft bites as he worked toward my left nipple slowly, painfully. His lips locked onto my nipple, and my head fell back. His hands pulled my hips down, only the fabrics of our sweats between us. The hard bulge ground against my core, making me moan softly.
We stayed this way for a long time, writhing together, his mouth moving from my nipples to my neck, to my mouth. I tugged on his shirt, pulling it over his head. For a second, I stood off of him, and intentionally pulled my pants down as slowly as possible, causing him to groan.
Once I had kicked them off, I reached down and grabbed onto his, only pulling them down enough to let his erection free. I then regained my spot straddling him, sliding myself over him, our mouths hot on each other. When I felt the head of his cock bump my entrance, we both froze for a second. His eyes latched onto me.
We both stared for longer than a moment, trying to decide what we do here. I wasn't on birth control. I knew I was clean. I trusted him to tell me if he wasn't. As stupid as it was, it didn't bother me. Nothing bothered me here. Nothing.
I sunk down, letting him slide into me, and I watched as his mouth fell open, eyes wide. This wasn't just us having sex on the back of a tour bus where someone could hear or see. This was more. This was something else entirely.
I felt every inch of him, all the way to the hilt, and my eyes fluttered closed, my bottom lip caught in my teeth. I was adjusting to the size, having only felt it the one time before, months ago.
"Look at me." His voice was nothing more than a breath.
I opened my eyes, staring at him, tears stinging the corners of my eyes. I couldn't say if it was from the slight pain of the penetration, or the sheer emotion I had for Noah.
His hands held me in place by my sides, keeping me from moving an inch.
"I love you, Leena."
A tear spilled down my face, and I sucked in a hard breath.
"I love you, Noah. So fucking much."
I felt his fingers release me ever so gently, and I bucked my hips, causing the most delicious friction that pulled a moan out of both of us. Again, I clapped a hand over my mouth to keep myself from giving us away, and began a slow rhythm of bouncing up and down, each thrust pushing me toward a finish line I so desperately wanted.
He leaned his head back against the cabinet, his breathing so heavy I thought his chest might burst.
"Jesus Christ, baby. Don't fucking stop." He was too loud, he would have the entire bus knowing what we were doing.
I reached my hand up to cover his mouth too, but he snatched my wrist in his hand, reaching up and grabbing the other from over my mouth. He held both wrists in one hand, and pinned them between us, not letting me free while his hips bucked, pressing him deeper and deeper each time I landed on top of him.
He leaned his head in to whisper in my ear. "Stay quiet baby, wouldn't want anyone to know."
Small squeaks escaped with nearly every thrust, my eyes beginning to roll back. I grit my teeth to keep the sound from escaping.
"That's it. Good job, baby." His eyes were half-masked when he spoke, one hand gripping my wrists in a deadly tight grasp, the other lifting my hips for leverage. "You're trying so hard to keep quiet. So good, princess."
His words were giving me a familiar tingling sensation in my belly, my climax coming closer the more he spoke.
"Look so fucking pretty when you ride my cock. Missed that tight pussy so much."
I let a small whine out and his body stilled instantly. My eyes snapped open, and he narrowed his eyes at me. The irises were black, his expression was serious.
"What did I say? You need to keep quiet."
My eyes widened, but my head nodded frantically. The lack of friction was becoming painful.
"I'm sorry."
He released my wrists, my hands falling lifelessly to my side. Both of his hands snaked up my chest, reaching my shoulders. His right hand reached up, wrapping his fingers gently around my throat and slowly adding pressure until I felt my windpipe compressing ever so slightly.
The sensation was sickeningly delicious and my legs naturally jerked in an attempt to gain sensation.
"You will do as I say, is that understood?" I nodded. He reached a hand around me and grabbed a fist full of skin from my ass, pulling me forward. His hand tightened on my throat.
"Now, ask nicely for me to fuck you."
I gasped, his hand loosening to let air through.
"Please, Noah. Please...fuck me."
His hand released my neck, coming down to grab my ass and began bucking up into me violently. I fell forward against him. His arms then wrapped around my chest as I felt the coil in my body pull tighter and tighter. I pulled back to look him in the eyes, his expression wild.
I leaned down and bit into his neck hard, causing a strangled sound to come from his throat as I felt him slow his thrusts. I used the opportunity to grind myself harder against him, the contact pushing me over the edge, my orgasm tearing out of me.
I rode down onto him hard, slowing with each thrust, until we were both panting against each other.
"Are you okay?" He breathed out after a moment, having calmed to nearly normal.
I only nodded in response.
"I've never done...that before." His voice was entirely different now, sounding nearly nervous.
"What?" I expected him to be referring to the choking. It wasn't my first time, but any other time had been pretty dissatisfying, to say the least.
"Having sex...without a condom."
I pulled back to look at him, my brows raised in disbelief.
"Really?"
He was chewing on his lip. "I trust you. I just..." He trailed off, his mind clearly racing. "I'm clean, I swear I am."
I only chuckled at this, rolling off of him and snatching my pants off of the floor. He pulled his up as well.
"I am, too. However," I slipped my shirt over my head. "I'm not on the pill, so we'll need to grab a Plan B when we get back to civilization."
His eyes widened. "I didn't even fucking think of that."
I stood up, stretching. "Luckily for you, I did."
We turned the movie off, as we had missed most of it already anyway. We sat facing each other, cross-legged on the couch, eating snacks out of our respective bags; I had Cheez-Its and he had Reese's Pieces.
"Are you from LA, originally?"
I shook my head. "No, I was born in Washington, but only lived there until I was about five. When my mom died, my Dad moved us to LA. Him and Mom lives there before I was born, and she was buried in East Los Angeles. He said it only made sense.”
"What does he do?" He popped a candy into his mouth.
"He's has a wood-working business. Builds furniture and does art pieces. He doesn't do much of the actual labor stuff anymore, at his age, but he still loves to carve. He has six stores in LA County, two in San Bernardino, and one up in Alameda."
Noah looked thoroughly impressed. "Fucking nice!"
"Yeah, he's my best friend. Best Dad ever." I smiled thinking about my Dad. I would be calling him the moment I got home to update him on my trip.
I looked up at Noah, my turn to ask questions.
"Why go to an AA group in Orange County when you live all the way in Calabasas?"
He twirled a candy in his fingers, shrugging. "Well, when I google searched AA meetings, I didn't want to risk anyone seeing me, so I didn't want to be too close by. I also didn't want to travel too far so I wouldn't have an excuse not to go. Then I narrowed it down to meeting not associated with any churches or religious groups. That's how I found yours."
"What made you decide it was time for AA?"
He was looking down into his bag, and I saw the expression on his face change. I had hit a nerve somewhere, but I wasn't sure where.
"It's like I said before, I had some downtime and figured it was time."
"I don't believe that."
His head snapped up to look at me. "What?"
"Well, maybe in general that's true, but there's usually something. One thing that leads you to AA. It's rare when you just wake up one day, realize you have a problem, and then walk into a meeting."
His eyes narrowed. "Well, that's what happened to me."
He didn't want to keep talking about this, I could tell, but something was there that he wasn't saying. I elected to let it go. I'm no longer his sponsor, maybe I'm not entitled to that information anymore.
Maybe.
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I AM Your Girlfriend
tags: yuri!nanago (finally branching out, we cheered), H.I. trio are all happy and besties, college au
w.c: 700ish
a.n: originally this was gonna be stsg but somehow the nanago train hit me and they just made more sense w/ this scenario. i’ve been thinking about this scenario nonstop the past like … 3 days. and, i wanted to go deeper and ?maybe? get a lil smutty but i decided to keep it classy for once. (divider creds)
satoru, for the last time, she is NOT your girlfriend. there’s absolutely zero chance,” shoko instills as she grabs another drink from her bag.
“yeah. considering how you treat her in econ freshman year, there’s no way she’d even think about hugging you, let alone dating you.” geto chimes in as she finishes up her lunch, packing her trash and bag away into her bag. satoru lets out a lengthy groan, swishing around the last of her strawberry milk that suddenly doesn’t seem sweet anymore. “so people can’t change? you guys make it seem like i’m a menace,” she pouts.
“because you are,” the other two say in unison.
satoru just sits there, dumbfounded that her two best friends wouldn’t believe that kento is her girlfriend. sure, the two have had a rocky start but things changed after a recent study session between the two.
satoru invited kento over since she needed some help for their literature class, which, satoru didn’t really need help. she just wanted to see kento. and the fact kento said yes?! she would’ve kicked herself for the next 5 years if she missed a chance like this.
everything was going well too! in fact, it felt like kento’s walls were down for once. for the first time, she actually enjoyed being around satoru. finally being able to see past her antics and clown facade she puts on every day before school. sure, kento had a minuscule crush on satoru, but she never let it grow more than a ‘wow, she looks really great today’ which turned into an every day thought.
all these new feelings came rushing to the front of kento’s brain after satoru opens the door, taking note of how blue is definitely her color with these pjs. and how she was also possibly mid night time routine with a paper face mask on, hair pushed back with a cinnomoroll headband with cute floppy ears.
did i come late? no..it’s only 7:30.
maybe she goes to bed early?
did i dress properly?
i think i misunderstood the dress code.
kento, no, there’s no dress code for a study date.
who said this is a date?
why is it so hot??
did i really wind myself out from 3 steps up to the door???
this shirt feels so clingy…
do i wanna kiss her or—
“kento? kento hello???” is what finally bings her back to reality. a hand gently on her shoulder and a separate hand waving in front of her face. “are you good?”
“i’m…great actually. thank you, for inviting me over.” kento smiled at satoru before finally entering.
before satoru is able to recall more of that night, she feels a pair of arms gently wrap around her shoulders from behind, a gentle kiss also being placed on her temple. and that’s when satoru finally loosened, scooting over a bit at the shared table and moving her backpack aside.
“sorry for being a hermit all lunch, i have a—“
“—statistics test. yea i remember that’s today” satoru finishes for her, gently wrapping an arm around kento’s waist as she sits and gets comfortable. “you’re gonna do great! just try to remember the tricks i taught you and you’re golden,” satoru beams up to her girlfriend, the two pecking lips together after which leaves their audience across the table completely dumbfounded at the scene playing in front of their eyes.
“so…you weren’t lying…” suguru breaks her silence in what feels like an eternity.
“that’s a really weird thing to lie about dude. besides! i don’t need to feel insecure about what others think about us,” satoru says looking at suguru before glancing to kento, resting her chin on the other’s shoulder.
“but you…and her…?” shoko stares at kento, not even being able to finish the rest of her chips.
“i will admit, i was *not* a fan of you in the beginning,” kento finally speaks up. satoru responding by pretending to be stabbed in the heart. “but..things do change. and i’m glad they did.”
#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jjk gojo#gojo satoru#jjk nanami#nanami kento#nanago#jjk fanfic#nanago fic#yuri!nanago#starrygetou drabbles
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intro post
hello, i go by dozing/doze on here (hermit is fine too if you still wanna use that)
im seventeen and a switch in the sfw tickle community. ive ran a few other blogs in the past, but abandoned them out of self-hate. i have not too recently accepted and embraced this about myself, and after lurking for a while, i have started a new blog.
i view tickles as a fun, silly, bonding activity for friends, lovers, or family, and just a cute part of the human condition. i adore seeing people laughing. i love laughs a lot. maybe a little too much.
i occasionally do tickle art and (rarely, but sometimes) tickle writing/scenarios. this blog will likely mostly consist of random thoughts, art, cute stuff i see or think, or other interactions within the community.
i love talking with others in the community like me, so never hesitate to dm me or anything. id love to chat and make a few friends here.
*unfurls a long scroll*
fandoms
(bold = currently my favorites, strikethrough = dormant, italics = just got into it)
the outsiders by s.e. hinton
atsv
minecraft
adventure time
steven universe
little big planet
sanders sides
critical role (campaign 2)
hermitcraft
fantasy life (3ds)
commentary youtube
studio ghibli
harvest moon: tale of two towns
pokemon (sun/moon or sword/shield mostly)
avatar the last airbender (animated)
my ocs + original universep
big hero 6
octonauts
wild Kratts
gravity falls
d&d
delicious In dungeon
inside out 1 + 2
the lego movie
bluey
9 (movie)
acnh
teen titans go
marvel
these change like.. every week, so definitely be sure to come back to it every so often if you're curious. i usually bounce between all of these things, however, it's very rarely that the list will expand.
other stuff i like
70s-80s/vintage aesthetic and fashion
70s-80s (and a bit of before/after) music
alternative styles and music in general
found family tropes
anything really paganism/witchcraft related
mythology
nintendo and old games
writing, reading, drawing
conlangs/other made-up languages
silly animals like deer, crows, beetles
uhhh i might add to this
dni/other iffy things
if you apply to any of the following labels, please do not interact with me or my blog. thanks!
NFSW or partially NSFW blog (unless you have tags i can block)
age 30 or older. if i meet you before then and you are a good person and we know eachother when you turn 30, i can make an exception.
feet-centered blog or someone with a foot fetish. you do you, i have no problem with whatever you like, but it is not my thing and makes me uncomfortable.
prefer solely/mostly heavy bondage or tickle torture and/or have a blog centered around it, again, you do you but it scares me lol
homophobic, transphobic, misogynist, sexist, etc. need i explain. i am under the trans umbrella and gay. so if you don't like it fuck off respectfully
think witchcraft/pagan religions are "of the devil" or evil or whatever. i am a practicing witch. i respect and try to understand all religions. please do the same to me.
proshipper or a proshipping supporter.
a vore enjoyer sexual or nonsexual. sorry and no personal hate to you but that stuff terrifies/disgusts me
enjoy/create irl tickling content. yes, this includes youtubers, actors, kpop groups, etc. they're real people and i feel that it is weird and icky to make that sort of content without their consent. thats a real person
these may change as i grow and i will likely do a post indicating it. thanks for reading all that.
anyways, even though im not technically new, i hope you all welcome me back to the community.
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Still really sad, so I decided to assign a hermit(plus scott, jimmy, martyn and lizzie because I said so) to all of my mutuals and possibly followers in the future
Part one
Costco - not tagging him, I think it'd be funny if he had to find out himself. Anyways I think he'd be Joel. First of all, the mania, the way he talks. Second, he is as a obsessed with sprout as Joel is with Etho
@tha--dude - easily Rendog, you both just have the same vibe, except you aren't a wet dog(unlike Ren). You are also flirtatious, I think? Also he is really handsome and you are also handsome I bet.
@chaoscorvus - I think Hypnotizd would fit you best, kind of keeping to themselves (at least to me, sorry if it's incorrect), but also their presence impacts the environment around them.
@weiwei-uplink - I think Gem, you both just have that friendly vibe, and both are super cool! Not much more to say.
@i-love-linux-and-reject-gender - this one is hard to pick, there aren't really any mcyts like you, because if the nature of the job, but I think I'd pick Scott. You aren't as much of a "mean girl" as him, but both of you are really gay in your own way. Also you both are flirtatious, but in a different way from rendog. Also both of you are funny
@icefireanimates - I want to say Grian with my heart, but I think vibe vise you are more of a Keralis. I feel like you both are really creative in your own ways, you both seem to always know what the others are up to, and comment on current events in your space(maybe i am wrong but that's how I feel about keralis, I feel like he is constantly socializing this season). Oh, and of course you both are really silly /hihi
@elf82460 - ethoslab. I feel like I know nothing about you, yet you don't seem like an entity or anything, you feel like a person. Also, I think both of you are really kind!
@depressed-celestial-body - zombiecleo(gonna ignore that both of you are both she/they icons). You have that lowkey atmosphere, cleo has that in her videos because of the way they speak and edits. And you have it because, unfortunately, you don't get many notes on your posts, but I still love seeing them! And it's just really relaxing and cool
@case0161002 - ijevin? You both seem to have your own unique vibe that I can't describe, also you interact with other people a lot. I feel like you also both have your own unique interests
(I am going I don't watch ijevin that much, but that's my impression of him)
And, last for today:
@bottlecapsandotherthings - goodtimeswithscar. Both of you are really sweet and kind, just doing your own thing. Also you both are creative, in a world making sence, I'll explain. Scar's main thing to me is terraforming, once you are in a Scar build, you feel it's vibe, and you likely know it's Scar's. When it comes to you, from what I know you have alt blogs for specific Pokémon characters, which adds to it. But also you have your own ecosystem, where everyone is welcome!
I have, obviously, not included every one of my mutuals, they will be in part 2! Some of you I have struggled to assign a hermit to, and most of those I've left for part 2. If you have suggestions, then please tell me!!
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YAY! I also agree with the other person on the Grian centric bit (The life series bit). Tho I also do like when the take place during the many hermitcraft wars that man has participated in, like a hippie camp fic, or mycelium resistance, or even buttercups, because I am always so picky about the fics I read for absolutely no reason, but I have found at least 3 favorites set in those eras. Though one of the best series I have every read was the meteor series. The hermits get affected by a magic meteor that crashes onto the server, and there is a book on each hermits affliction, as well as extras regarding the championships, and I think it even branched out to the life series at one point. Easily stole my heart, and can be found on AO3, by searching in meteor and specifying in the tags any hermit from season 6-7 (not sure if pearl and gem got added to the storyline yet). Sorry I tend to ramble when I start talking about things I like
-Gremlin Anon
ive read the meteor series!!!! its been a while but it was really fun!!!
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Help Blue with her writing warm-ups!
I’m trying to finish Heart and Homeland right now, and it can be hard to get in the zone. Something I miss from grad school residency is doing warm-ups for my writing. So I am thinking I might do timed ten-minute warm-ups responding to a prompt before I launch into my H and H writing sessions each day, just to change up how I’m doing things.
But… I need your help! Here’s what I need you to do to send me a prompt.
Send me an ask with a Young Royals character and 2-3 backup characters:
Simon | Wilhelm | Sara | August | Felice | Maddie | Fredrika | Stella | Vincent | Nils | Walter & Henry | Alexander | Rosh | Ayub | Kristina
Then send me an ask with a Major Arcana tarot card and 2-3 backup tarot cards:
The Fool | The Magician | The High Priestess | The Empress | The Emperor | The Hierophant | The Lovers | The Chariot | Strength | The Hermit | Wheel of Fortune | Justice | The Hanged Man | Death | Temperance | The Devil | The Tower | The Star | The Moon | The Sun | Judgement | The World
I will use your prompt as a writing warm-up and write in response to it for ten minutes. Later I will post whatever I come up with. It may be crackfic. It may be heartfelt poetry. It might just be a few sentences or lines of dialogue. Who knows what I will come up with!
A few final notes:
I plan to use every character and every Major Arcana card once. If your first choice has already been written about, I’ll go with one of your backups.
If you pick Wilhelm or Simon as your first choice, you are not allowed to choose the other one as one of your backup characters. Sorry, friends, they’re just too popular!
Walter and Henry are together for now because I don’t feel confident enough to write them separately and I think I would have more fun writing them together first. That may change in the future.
I’ll try to get to the first five requests at least, over a series of days, but I can’t promise much after that. I’ll tag you/answer your ask when it comes though.
I reserve the right to respond to prompts in unconventional ways.
If you want to create your own ask game where people make warm up prompts for you, do it! Join meeeee. You do not have to use tarot cards, you can use paint chips or song lyrics or whatever. Writing is always best when done in community.
Have a wonderful Tuesday, everyone! 💜🌻
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Introduction Post
Name? - Shoe works fine. I never actually thought about being perceived online. I usually just lurk.
Pronouns? - She/her
Interests? (Theres too many)
- Art, History, Science, Reading (all genres).
- Splatoon, Pokemon, Animal Crossing, FNAF, Minecraft (mainly the hermits)
- TMNT, Monster High, Mlp, Sonic, Spiderman
- Lemon Demon, Vocaloid, Good Kid, Gorillaz, Lighter190e, Musicals
DNI List? - Honestly just don’t be a freak. I check every account of those who interact with me, and if I am uncomfortable with your content I will block you. No racism, ableism, homophobia, transphobia, etc will ever be tolerated. (Will add onto this list if needed in future). Also pro-shippers stay away from me.
I usually just reblog artwork relating to my interests, or sometimes references that i tell myself I’ll draw later.
Tags -
#rosie’s art : Im irl friends with @roseandgold137 so if I reblog their artwork, sorry not sorry. Their art is amazing and they’re such a kind, creative and generous person. Reblogging their art is the least I can do.
#my art : I sometimes draw but I’m still far from being confident posting it online. So if theres anything tagged #to draw later I probably have drawn it, I just wont be posting it. I do have some posts of my art under #my art.
#rambles : typically post rambles about my different interests. Usually stuff that no matter how much i explain to my four walls isn’t enough to get out of my system. However I have gotten a new notebook so there probably wont be as many this year.
I’m still figuring out how Tumblr works even though it’s almost a year since I first signed up. So apologies but do let me know if I do something socially unacceptable on here. But then again this is the internet. There’s no harm in being cringe.
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hi! funny story, i was actually talking to my friends in twitter in a gc, i said “there’s this vp fic that i’m basically obsessed and the author didn’t update it for a long time i hope they are okay 🥹” and my friends said “oh you mean graveyards? the author is okay don’t worry she said she’s writing the new chapter” and i was like “what?! WHAT?!” and they told me that you had a tumblr account in which you were very active. imagine my shock when i saw your account giving spoilers, talking about vp’s insights and personalities, theories about your story! like it was a whole new world me and i was so jealous because no one ever thought of telling me this place 😭😭😭 for months i missed out so many things 🥹🥹🥹 i felt so betrayed
now i’ll read every answer to fics questions 🥹
jokes aside i’m glad you’re doing okay! finding this account is like a christmas gift early 🥹
omg HAHAHHAHAHHA thats amazing im so glad you found me then!! yeah tbh i am SUCH a social media hermit like dont have facebook, or twitter or tik tok or snapchat lol. i do have insta but i stopped using that :/ the only thing consistent about me is tumblr lol
oh dear im sorry you were missing out!!! i tried to link my tumblr on ao3 but not sure how successful that was but a number of people talk to me here about the fic and i do love to chat about it!!
oh of course!! i tag them all as either #fic asks or the #one word wip game which is where you can send words in and get sentence spoilers for the new chap before its posted (which is what were in the middle of now)
i am thank you for your concern!!! just took a much needed break but the next chap is getting closer and closer!!!
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Tagged by @kumied to make a playlist of my url. Thanks..
M - "Mowgli's Road" - Marina and the Diamonds
I - "I Am Not a Robot" - Marina and the Diamonds
S - "Sex Yeah" - Marina and the Diamonds
T - "Teen Idle" - Marina and the Diamonds
E - "Electra Heart" - Marina and the Diamonds
R - "Running in Place" - bloodbath64
M - "Man to Man" - Dorian Electra
A - "Are You Satisfied?" - Marina and the Diamonds
X - No. "Girls" - Marina and the Diamonds
W - "Washing Machine Heart" - Mitski
E - "Escalators to the Moon" - bloodbath64
L - "Lonely Hearts Club" - Marina and the Diamonds
L - "Lies" - Marina and the Diamonds
B - "Bubblegum Bitch" - Marina and the Diamonds
O - "Obsessions" Marina and the Diamonds
U - Nothing. "Buy the Stars" - Marina and the Diamonds
C - "Can't Pin Me Down" - Marina and the Diamonds
H - "Hermit the Frog" - Marina and the Diamonds
E - "Every Stupid Actress" - TV Girl
R - "Rootless" - Marina and the Diamonds
D - "Defying Gravity" - from Wicked
I - "I'm a Ruin" - Marina and the Diamonds
E - "Emotional Vagrant" - The Scary Jokes
A - No. "Numb" - Marina and the Diamonds
S - "Shampain" - Marina and the Diamonds
I - "I Love You But I Love Me More" - MARINA feat. Beach Bunny
L - "Living Dead" - Marina and the Diamonds
I - "Immortal" - Marina and the Diamonds
V - "Venus Fly Trap" - MARINA
E - No sorry. "Hypocrates" - Marina and the Diamonds
D - "Dancing Through Life - from Wicked
Pretend I listen to a variety of music. Also I got lazy sorry. Idk who has been tagged @prozac @verpaso @ruindlc
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The Journey of The Tarot Haiku
IX: The Hermit - Studies and solitude
The Hermit doesn't have to be a somber state of being, but today's post might be more somber in nature as I am typing it after a night filled with nightmares and my body going haywire.
I have mostly studied the Tarot by myself, even when I was enrolled into the online courses - you do not have to interact with anyone else who is learning, and in fact you actually cannot while you are on that platform, and that was fine by me. I could learn at my own pace, I enjoyed going through different modules, and then I even got the inspiration for the book, so all in all, my studies led to something new and beautiful being born. That is how I see the book, and if I were in a place where I am so rich that I need not rely on sales, I would simply share it for free just so everyone could go look at it and have fun with it. I think that would make me the happiest, because then I would not have to promote and advertise it at all - I could just drop it on people's heads and they would be happy because it's free, and I would be happy because I'm an introvert and a creative at heart, and while typing these posts has been fun and continues to be something nice for me to do each day, the rest of it feels... bad.
When I finished the book and self-published it, I was bursting with enthusiasm and thought that Tarot lovers would jump at it if I could just reach them. Well, that's not exactly what happened. So far it's been kind of lonely with a few little lights of hope twinkling here and there. We really are plagued by capitalism's constant drive to turn everything you love to a profit, and I say that as someone who is selling their book on Tarot: creating it was a source of joy and hope, but trying to show it to others and getting anyone to take interest in it is a nightmare. Instagram in particular is really scary to me as someone used to Tumblr where everyone feels unabashedly raw and unapologetically human. I'm in a state where I look at it and every account that pops up feels fake, like there are no souls out there, just this endless row of perfect facades asking me where I'm located. The few accounts I tried to tag might have never seen any of my posts. I don't know if anyone is looking at the tags. It makes me want to crawl back into a cave, and yet I don't even have a cave: I can tell that my previous job is giving out on me and this book might be my only lifeline at this point. So I, the reluctant Hermit, am trying to cast out my little net, and I cannot recognize anything it catches.
This post probably reads like a scream for help. I'm typing it close to tears. If you're still reading, thank you for caring to. I wish I were in a place where this book could be free and available to all, but until I get there, and I hope to everything I get there, it costs money. I'm sorry.
Buy the ebook
Buy the paperback
Buy the hardcover
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Tiny Problem - P4
Summary: The Empires are here! How would mini hermits react? (This is far ahead on the timeline from P3. Come with me on today’s brainrot: the daily dose of mini hermits!)
Character: Renthedog, SolidarityGaming, Grian, GoodTimeWithScar, Zadaph(mentioned), BDoubleO100(mentioned), XBcrafted(mentioned), and the mini hermits! Tom is also mentioned.
Relationship: None! Only friendship...? (Tom is too popular.)
Note: This fanfic is strictly about their MC personas, DO NOT take this seriously! Do not harass them with these works.
Dolly is Doc’s youngling. Tom...Tom is Jevin’s canonical child. And the time sets in the Hermit-Empire crossover. The Empire fellows are on the HC server!
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01. Uncle Jimmy Solidarity
“Gregg! Who’s my favorite little fella!?”
“Tim, I swear- stop putting him on your head!”
“He likes it!”
“He would fall!”
“But he can fly, Grian, you can’t deny his rightful access to the sky! He’s born to fly!” Jimmy gushes at Gregg while Gregg joyously giggles, almost fall from Jimmy’s head. “Who’s born to fly? You!”
“That’s not- what? No, Tim, I don’t forbid him from flying! I supervise his flying sessions, but if you put him on your head he would fall!”
“Oh,” Jimmy muses, “how do you know, Grian? Maybe he could just fly back up.”
“Common sense, Tim! I am not taking any chances!”
Ariana, sitting amongst the chest-monster, pipes up, “Dad tried taking Gregg flying once. Gregg was really excited and he fell from Dad’s head while they were in the air.”
Jimmy looks at Grian, stunned.
“...Shut up,”
“I didn’t say anything-”
“Just shut up!”
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“Did Gregg actually crash?”
“No, of course not. Bdubs catches him.”
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02. They grow up so quick...wait, slow down, too quick!
Is that his- oh thank goodness finally! Ren rushes forward and hugs his little boy. “Gosh, Rennie, where have you been?!”
“I- Dolly said there were new kids on the server, I just wanted to see!” Rennie says, struggling to get out of Ren’s suffocating hug. He’s a big boy now, this is really embra- embare- embarrassing, like what Ariana said the other day.
“Without telling me first? I searched everywhere, I was so worried!”
“Sorry, Dad...”He does hate it when Dad is upset...Oh, right, he almost forgot, “Anyway, this is my boyfriend Tom-”
“WHAT?!”
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“Whose kid is this?!”
“Uncle Jevin?”
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03. Teenagers. Except they are not supposed to be.
“Pa,”
“Yes, my precious?”
“Hmmm.”
Scar frowns, “What happened? Is something making you sad?”
Scarling huffs and turns his head away.
“What’s going on? Are you mad at me?”
Scarling doesn’t turn. “I hate my name.”
Scar stares at Scarling, shock written all over his face.
“What?”
“Other kids have better names.”
"What makes you say that?”
“I don't know, Pa, maybe it’s because my name is “Scarling” and you left me with Griande and literally gone for two month?”
“But I- I left you in the nursery! If she’s saying things-”
“What do you want me to do, Pa? Play with Ed? Uncle XB was going mad taking care all of us!”
“Hey that’s not the attitude you talk about your fellow-”
“Ed made a TNT duper to break out of the nursery! I am not playing with him!”
“Imagine how your uncle Zed would feel if he heard you said that!”
“I don’t care! I want a new name and I don’t want to play with Ed!”
“Oh YOU- you are GROUNDED young man!”
“Fine!”
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Previous - P4 - Next
Notes:
For context (it’s been a while, so), back in May I was obsessed with the egg hunt and the mini hermits, so I wrote a little series about mini hermits call Tiny Problem.
I now imagine Ariana being the big kid on the server, and like. Every mini hermits has to listens to her and everything. The mini hermits have since grown up a little bit, though not yet teenagers...I just don’t know how to write children. There’s a time gap here, I would (probably) explain it in the future chapters.
As always, tell me if you spot any grammar problems or typos! Also, I would really appreciate comments and stuff! Thank you for reading this far!
Edit: I think this fic is blocked, because the it doesn’t show in tags...and I linked it in other post, and it also didn’t show. So I did some edit.
Edit 2: HOLY COW IT WORKS. I think I had some phrasing problem, and the sentence probably sounded really bad...But I fixed it! Yay!
#hermitcraft fanfic#mini hermits#tiny problem#grian#ariana griande#solidaritygaming#renthedog#gtwscar#hermitcraft#hermitcraft s9
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