#Shepard ram writes

[thedamnedlamb]

I want to draw The Shepherd Lamb, but it is getting late and I am strict about my sleep schedule. But I will write down what they look like so I don’t forget!

What The Shepherd looks like-

Tall for a “mortal” Lamb/Sheep/Ram/Ewe. A bit hunched over most of the time so they are more eye to eye with mortals. Their full height is very intimidating to mortals.

Wool is thick and covers eyes. Their eyes are gold in color and their pupils are rectangular. They have very kind and gentle eyes despite the intimidating stature they have.

Sharp full toothed grin….are Lambs supposed to have teeth that sharp? They are intimidating to many mortals

They have a Shepards crook/staff. Since they don’t have a crown they don’t have instant weapons, their crook/staff is made from very hard wood and is weapon capable. They also carry a sword.

Their fleece they wear is a long red, white, and gold robe that covers up most of their body. The golden skull necklace replaces the bell. They do have decorative bells elsewhere on the fleece and on the Crook/staff.

They have big chaotic old person energy. They are very quiet when they walk so that’s why they’re wearing bells. They also like making jingling noises when they walk around, what a fun sound. Older than Ratau.

Has seen many horrors. Has forgotten what their birth family looks and sounds like. They have been alive so long. Probably too long. It would be a shame if they died permanently now wouldn’t it?

[cursecuelebre]

You must forgive me but I am not an expert and drawing hands and details I have a hard time to draw but I’m actually really happy it came out really well!

It’s a fun drawing I did for Lord Hermes. I depicted him as a cowboy, which in the American West are Cattle herders on ranches gathering and driving herds usually on horseback. Hermes is associated with Shepards and tending to flocks and herds. But the act of driving herds isn’t too far fetched from Hermes attribute. I created this drawing because I’m actually writing a book about Greek deities in America how lot of immigrants adapt their traditions and culture to the new country. Hermes being depicted as a Cowboy is like seeing a deity in everyone’s daily life or work it’s actually a scene that I’m planning to write in my story.

But here some things I included! I drew the moon to depict the night his right hand gripping the reins with his other his Caduceus using it like a lantern to guide the rams on horseback. Horses and Rams were often associated with Hermes, his hat is not the traditional flat cap but a Stetson hat or a typical Cowboy’s hat with wings, it’s hard to see but on his right hip I drew a lasso of rope to keep the animals from running too far away. It’s also the symbolism of guidance in the dark for those who are lost, Hermes helps lost souls and be guided to a place of comfort and peace. It is his job to help people not to go too far away from their path.

[nix-writes-mcyt]

Helloo!! I was curious 🎤

What are some of your favorite hermit x reader fics? It can be anyone to people who are still active to somebody whos on hiatus

Hi

So, unfortunately some of my favourites are lost forever. Some people might have reblogs of the fics but Bloom and Boop both wrote some good stuff, unfortunately with accounts being deleted they're gone. It's a shame because I'm a big Impulse and Tango simp and so much of their stuff is gone now :(

Here are a few of my favourites :)

Love Is Blinding (yan!scar) - blockyshieldmaiden

Forever Bound (yan!grian)- shepard-ram

Just Come To Bed (xisuma) - frog-writes-for-fun

Fools Gold (yan!impulse) - shepard-ram

I don't read too much anymore although no one can deny how much talent is in the hermitcraft x reader tag, I'm just glad to see people still writing or getting into it :)

[aristocratic-otter]

Hello everyone on this nearly-still-Sunday-night. Thank y'all for the tags. I've been extremely busy, though more with creating valentines for the discord valentine's exchange than writing. Still, I've got some words in every WIP. Below the cut for length.

Thank you and tag backsies for Wednesday to @artsyunderstudy, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @fatalfangirl, @hushed-chorus, @ileadacharmedlife, @frjsti, @takitalks, @confused-bi-queer, @thewholelemon, @chen-chen-chen-again-chen. Your fics are so freaking brilliant, it's unfair how much talent is concentrated in this fandom.

From Westward Son (Only three chapters left!)

 I remember drowning. I remember fighting the river back in Virginia; trying to hold my head above water, trying to hold my breath until I just…couldn’t anymore. I remember falling falling falling.

Then Shepard is on me. “Simon!” he shouts frantically. “Is she…” 

His voice snaps me out of the spiral of memory I’d been trapped in.

From The White Chapel (writing the last scene this week!)

I kiss him. And kiss him. And kiss him.

He kisses me back frantically. On my lips, my nose, my cheeks, my eyes, anywhere he can reach. “You shouldn’t be here,” he’s mumbling between kisses. “You need to leave. Before it’s too late.” But, even if I were inclined to agree with him, he never stops kissing me long enough to let me go.

From: Raising Dragons (a chapter and a half to go)

I truly think we became a single entity for several seconds there. My thoughts were his, his were mine and our bodies were united in every possible way. 

Now, we’re exhausted and happy, ready to sleep the remainder of our wedding night away in each other’s arms. 

At least, we were ready. Until Niamh began pounding on our bedroom door with all the subtlety of a battering ram, shouting, “Simon! Baz! Your eggs are hatching!”

From: To Heal a Broken Mind (18,000 words and nowhere near finished):

I never want him to go home. I refuse to examine that thought. It’s not hope. I know there’s no hope for him to fall in love with me. He’s straight. And he hates me. But maybe he hates me a little less now?

From Double Your Pleasure (WILL be done by the 24th) (will have art, too! I'm excited about who I'm getting to work with) (and that's all you're getting 😉)

I do know the spell. But I’ve never tried it before. I’m flammable, and a mispronounced syllable could be fatal for me. But I can’t face down my own clone’s confidence. He thinks I can do it. 

I’m going to try. 

From Saving Simon Snow (18,000 words and about halfway done):

I settle back against the plush leather seats of Basilton’s Jaguar. Really, what right does an eighteen year old have to own a car like this? He says it's his father’s, but he drives it deftly, confidently. It’s like he was born to drive this car. 

I shake my head. I know I’m perseverating on the car because I don’t want to think about the numerous ugly outcomes that are possible for Simon.

Should I be excited that 2/3s of my WIPs are nearly done? ...well, there may be three more WIPs waiting in the wings 🤦‍♀️

Tagging a few more folks: @angelsfalling16, @annabellelux, @bazzybelle, @bookish-bogwitch, @basiltonbutliketheherb, @bloodiedpixie, @carryonsimoncarryonbaz, @dragoneggos, @excalisbury, @erzbethluna, @fight-surrender, @facewithoutheart, @foolofabookwyrm-activated, @giishu, @gekkoinapeartree, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @ionlydrinkhotwater, @johnwgrey, @j-nipper-95, @jbrrring, @jasonfunderberkerthefrogexists, @krisrix, @larkral, @letraspal, @messofthejess, @moodandmist, @nausikaaa, @nightimedreamersghost, @otherworldsivelivedin, @onepintobean, @petrodobreva, @prettylightsbigcity, @raenestee, @thehoneyedhufflepuff, @theearlgreymage, @tea-brigade, @technetiumai, @whogaveyoupermission, @yellobb-old, @yeonjunenby

[ishouldgay]

I wish I had limitless time and energy to write because sometimes I remember that AU I made up a couple of years ago where Miranda stumbled onto the cloning facility before Shepard’s clone was done ‘cooking’ so she has to run around with a six year old clone of Shepard who Cerberus started to brainwash into being racist (… speciest ? )

Because man… the random amount of shenanigans I keep thinking of. The kid has a intense hatred of Shepard because of the brainwashing so obviously she can’t just go to her (also because she’s in Not Jail on earth) or most of her close friends (because they’re all high ranking military officers now who are REALLY busy and Miranda doesn’t want to give them a racist child clone of they’re commanding officer)

And you know who Miranda knows without a shadow of a doubt will make damn sure Cerberus won’t take a child and won’t be put off by the fact that the kid does a dozen ways to kill people? Jack. And you know who is absolutely delighted to have a tiny mascot? Jack’s class.

Oh how I wish I had time to actually write this AU. I call it the Ram AU because Ram is the name Jack’s kids end up nicknaming Shepard’s clone and what she ends up wanting to be called permanently. She’s called that because she’s a biotic that learns how to charge almost immediately and just keeps head butting everything in sight.

[erose-this-name]

Technically what you described is a "parasitoid". True parasites don't kill or prevent their host from reproducing. 🤓 <- self aware bio nerd emoji

But really, given that Microsoft exclusively preys on things smaller than it, its a predator. Microsoft is a pack of feral wolves tearing baby sheep limb from limb.

No one even tries to stop them. They bribed and intimidated the Shepard into taking down the fence. They called the smaller sheepdogs "lazy-wolves" and chased them away. They found and killed the brave rams first, leaving only the defenseless ewes and lambs.

The wolves devour everything they can find. Not just the sheep, but the chicken and swine and goat herds, too. You'd think they're starving from how they eat, but they're not. They're obese, bellies hanging low, yet they continue devour the flocks whole. Soon there will be no prey left.

They do this because the wolves all know that if they ever allow themselves to grow weak, to grow smaller than the others, their pack mates will devour them, too. They've seen it, they committed it, tasted it.

And still, not one can imagine a fate worse than being a lazy sheepdog.

(I am also a writing nerd)

it's such a great time to be making art of any kind

[stolencrownsofplenty]

@foxyfrolic | Accepting

"This is just a game for you, isn't it?"

"Only if you wish for it to be, Love." Says the grand and mighty lamb as they hardly look up at you from the thick pages of their sacred journal that they seemed to be writing in. It had been over several months now since you've been trapped in this little settlement, having to be cursed to work your debt away this Emperor had set upon you the day they'd caught you trying to steal some of their colony's supper. It's already been embarrassing enough that they managed to get some sort of collar snapped onto you, claiming you as if you were mere property, with some sort of enchantment you couldn't make heads or tails of; and by god, to be leashed and trapped in a cult camping grounds was already horrible enough. But no matter how you've been trying to make some sort of escape, they've managed to somehow always keep an eye on you. "It's not quite your fault that shepard bell collar there is for your mere protection."

Sitting there, with legs crossed over another, upon the remains of a cut down tree, the ram looks up from the contents of their book to give you a stone cold look. "Make sure to finish cutting those logs into pieces by the way, Dear." In that instant, they allow a light smile to perk up upon their dark features too. "After you almost had your head hurt by that pest of a heretic? We'll need to put your strength into good use for your lumberjack chores. For as much as the cure of our red flowers will do to keep your injury from bleeding further, an active body will help the scratch heal much quicker than our own magic shall do."

[a-lrpcorner]

Introducing Luca Rosen

Luca Rosen

Nickname(s): Lu, his musician name is Inkybus

Birth date: real, 3/21/1899, chosen 3/21/1992

Birth place: Jasło, Poland

Age: real. 119, chosen 26

Vince isual Age: 28

Zodiac/Astrological signs: Aries

Blood type: Demonic

Social Class: upper class

Religious Values: polish pagan

Gender:male

Height: 6’4

Weight: 140

Body type: tall and slightly muscular

Race/Species: Incubus

Eye color and Shape: one eye is green and the other is blue

Glasses/Contacts?: sometimes he has the need for glasses but most of the time he can see fine without them

Hair color and Style: brown fluffy short hair

Fur color and Area: none

Additional Appendages: when in his incubus form he has dark blue skin that fades to a shiny obsidian black he has large bat like wings with bullet holes that never fully closed and large knife wounds that have been sewn shut ,a devils tail that looks like an obsidian arrowhead, and his horns are large and curved like a rams horn, the tips are a dark shiny black. His claws are long and blue

Skin tone and type: He has pale white skin with a small freckling over his shoulders

Favored Clothing Style: His preferred style of clothing is almost a goth academic look

Least Favored Clothing Style: anything preppy

Important/Usual Accessories: He has a silver locket with a picture of his old love Abigail

Tattoos: he has a sky devils tattoo from his time in ww2

Piercing(s): he has his ears pierced and an upper cartilage piercing

Scar(s): he has several bullet wounds and stab wounds that have healed

Other Marks: He has freckles over his shoulders and has a small birthmark on his neck

Predominant Features: He has two different colored eyes

Visual Health Level: He looks to be in perfect health

Spending Habits: He likes to spend his money on Ashaya and whatever she could ever need or want

Strengths: He has an above average strength he is good at hand to hand combat and he can use most weapons

Weaknesses: When he hears loud bangs he has ptsd flash backs

Weapons: he can use almost any weapon his personal favorite is an old winchester pistol with a bone handle

Habits: he has a smoking habit and a drinking habit

Familiars/Summons/Pets: he used to have a pet dog

Fighting Style: HIs favorite fighting style is either hand to hand or sword fighting

Old Injuries: he was shot several times throughout his lifetime of wars

Movement Issues: because of the holes in his wings he flies slower then most

Speed: He can run faster then most his top mile speed is 5 minutes

Agility: He has been trained in almost every martial art and is very agile

Strength: he can dead lift over 350lbs

Stamina: He can go for hours be that in a fight or in bed

Defensive Ability: He can take several hits before he starts to slow down

Magical Ability: kiss of death, enhanced sex appeal, enslavement kiss, invisability, teleportion, shapeshifting, supernatural beauty

Planning/Strategic Ability: In several wars he was a strategist

Memory: He has a very good memory and can remember everything up until the age of 5

Reaction Speed: He has a very fast reaction speed

Learning Curve: It takes him a bit to pick up new things

Alignment: Chaotic good

Occupation: He works as a DJ/musician

Love Interest(s): engaged to Ashaya Arum

Likes: he likes making music, sweet foods, spicy foods, sex, cigarettes and alcohol

Dislikes: salty things, sour food, rodents fake people and snobs

Fears: he fears losing his soulmate for a second time, and losing his sister

Wishes: to live a long and happy life with Ashaya and someday have kids with he

Personality: sarcastic german shepard

Favorite Color: Forest Green and burnt orange

Favorite Music: enjoys most music

Food: his favorite food is chinese

Literature: HIs favorites are horror and thriller novels

Expressions: fuck around and find out

Favored Expletives: Fuck

Manner of Transportation: Car

Hobbies: he likes to read and write music in his spare time

Favorite Childhood Memory: When he and his twin sister Lucia were young they wound frighten the local villagers with their demonic forms

Song: ‘wrong side of heaven Five Finger Death Punch’

Taste: he tastes like a burnt candy apple

Smell: gunpowder pine and fresh snow

Character Flaws: easily jealous gets angry when ashaya is being bratty

Mannerisms: when he gets nervous he tends to fidget with his lighter

Darkest Secret and Who Knows About it: when he was a child he and luica would scare the villagers away from their house to keep them safe form their parents and one night a little girl was being lured to his home by his father, he tried to scare her away but he accidentally killed her in the process of trying to keep her away he snapped her neck the only person who knows of this is Lucia

Personal Triggers: loud noises like gunshots and explosions

Extra Notes: He has fought in almost every war from 1917 on

Family Members, and relationship with each: His only family member he cares to acknowledge is his twin sister Lucia

History/Background:

Luca was born in a small village in Poland, born under the name of Edward. His parents were overjoyed to see that they had given birth to two pure blooded incubi and succubi. Elizabeth and Edward. The chances of that were 1 million to 1. He was born just a minute before his sister. When he was 13 his father started training him in the ways of an incubus. He was taught how to entrap women in lies to feed off them.If he refused to feed off them he would be beaten without any regard for his life, as far as his father was concerned if he didn’t feed he could die. He was beaten thousands of times before he turned 22, that's when he found out Lucia had been treated the same way. They made a plan to escape and kill their parents. Luca thought he had succeeded in killing them but in a war in Poland years later he saw his father again. He ran as fast as he could hoping he hadn’t been seen, but he was. His father flew to him and pinned him to the ground he attempted to rip his wings off but a fellow soldier shot him and Luca had the chance to escape.

In 1917 he was drafted into the first world war. He fought in Germany and he took hundreds of lives in the year before the war ended. When the war ended he went back to Poland to find Lucia but she was missing. He looked for her for years until world war two took place, he was a navigator and strategist. He hated himself for the lives he took, hated himself for the way people thanked him and called him a Hero. He helped lead the Normandy beach raid and because of that he was praised as a war hero.

But he had found someone who made him better, her name was Abigail. She was the love of his life, she was the daughter of the town's doctor. He had met her when he went to the clinic, she was working around the clinic when he came in with a stab wound. The look on her face was something he would never forget. The way her eyes got larger and she called for her father. He ran in and stitched him up, his stitches were small and close together. In the time it took for him to recover he fell in love with Abigail. The way she walked and talked and her laugh every little thing about her was almost like she was designed for him. She made him feel at home, and safe but when he was shipped off to Germany right after he proposed and his home town was blown to pieces. He never saw her again.. after the war he moved to Italy.

He found Lucia again in 1952, he was living in Italy at the time and had gone out to get coffee when he saw her plain as day sitting at his usual table just waiting for him. She waved him down so he walked to her not entirely sure if it was really her. She had two cups of coffee on the table and a chocolate scone. The order he got every morning. “How long have you been watching me Elizabeth?” He sat in the chair next to her. “A year.. I couldn’t.. I’m sorry.” They talked for the next six hours. Catching up on what had happened in the last forty years. She had been married and lost her husband, escaped Germany and met another Succubus, Charlie.

They had been toying with the idea of changing their names and they decided to pick Luca and Lucia. The twins stayed close together as they moved to America in the early 1980’s they moved to L.A. they loved the city it was so easy to feed. The amount of men and women that threw themselves at them. They stayed in two studio apartments across the hall from each other. Lucia became a stripper running her own club of succubi and Luca was the DJ for her club.

In 1990 they moved to New York and lived there until the 2000’s. Luca had started to become famous under a few different names. He had found his passion in music and decided to move to Seattle Washington in 2010 he was living there while Lucia was just across the border in Vancouver. In the summer of 2018 he was driving up to visit his twin. He stopped at a gas station to get some smokes. It was right outside Seattle. Walking into the gas station he saw a girl barely taller than 5 foot, long blue hair half of it was up but what was down reached her lower back. Her arms and legs were covered in scars. She was yelling at the attendant about her ID not working. He walked up behind her and asked the guy for two cartons of cigarettes and for forty on pump five. The guy behind the counter nodded and took the cash and handed over the packs.

He ran out after her. “Hey! No thank you for the smokes?” He tossed the pack towards the girl. They chat for a moment and he offers to drive her to Rockport. She got in the car as he filled the tank. He was hungry and she looked like a nice meal. He was sure he could get something out of her even if it was just a snack. He finished filling the tank and got in the car driving off. “So,” he asked “What’s in Rockport?” She explained that she had lived in New York and was moving here for the climate. He lit a cigarette and passed her the lighter. They talked about so much in that hour and a half drive. By the time they reached Rockport he was offering to buy her new clothes and a swimsuit. He had agreed to spend the night with her in a hotel.

When they made it to the room there was a sexual tension that could be cut with a knife. As he made his move to finally eat pinning her to the bed she kicked him away. She was strong, stronger than she should be for being so small. As he flew through the room he transformed into his Incubus form. He barely caught himself with his wings before he hit the wall. She had tentacle like things coming out of her back and her face held every intention of killing him. “What the fuck are you?” He yelled at her unsure of what she could be. “What do you mean what am I? What are you?” She yelled back at him. “What do you mean look at the tentacles coming from your back.” She turned, looking at her back and panicking. “ What is that, get it off!get it off!” He flew down towards her. “Only if you promise not to kill me..”

He calmed her down and helped her get her tentacles to retract back into her. She said she needed some air so she went out on a walk. As she came barreling back into the room she was so excited. “Ba- Luca I found an abandoned cabin!” She cleared her throat looking towards the floor. “Did you just almost call me babe?” She laughed and looked away. “Nooo Anyway cabin.” She led him to the cabin that she claimed was abandoned, while on the way he decided to ask, “Where exactly is this ‘Abandoned’ cabin?” He chuckled as she talked a mile a minute. “Slow down there babe.” She turned red and ran the rest of the way to the cabin. “And you said no one was living here?” She nodded “Yup!” He lowered his gaze at her “Why don’t I believe you?”

“Probably because I’m at the top of the FBI most wanted list.”

Three days later they were walking hand in hand down the street. They had been out looking for new furniture for Ashayas Cabin. When he heard a familiar voice yell at him from behind. Lucia. He turned to have her in his face in less than a second. “You haven’t texted me for three days! And you also didn't tell me you found a new play thing, which I thought you had stopped doing!” He felt Ashaya pull away from him and he pulled her back into his reach. “Don’t talk about her like that she’s not just some plaything she’s my girlfriend.” Girlfriend, he had just called her his girlfriend. He looked over at her to see her smiling slightly. “It’s been three weeks since you responded to me last and now you’re mad that I didn’t text you back for three days?” He scoffed at her. “You texted that you were on the way and then you never showed its a three hour drive tops.“ That’s when the small girl behind Lucia spoke up. “We should probably take this someplace more private.”

They arrived at the cabin and started talking more and yelling less. Lucia decided that she and Sarina, the small girl she had arrived with, would be spending the night. He and Lucia went out to get some air mattresses as they drove into town he broke down and told Lucia about how in love he had fallen in just three days. He hadn’t fallen so fast, not sense Abigail had died had he thought he was in love. But this girl Ashaya, this strong yet fragile girl, had made him feel love again. The way her laugh tickled his ears felt the same as it did with her. When he told her this she smiled and slapped him hard on the arm. “It’s hard to believe you found someone to make you feel love again.’

When they pulled into the cabin's field all Luca could smell was blood. He jumped out of the car faster than he could turn the car off. He ran as fast as he could to Ashaya the smell was coming from her. He looked her over and saw her slit throat and the smile that had been cut into her cheeks. “Lucia I need a sewing kit stat!” As she ran to him with the kit he looked over her. “I can't have you dying on me not after I found you.” He picked her up and carried her into the cabin, setting her on the makeshift bed they had been sleeping on. “This is going to hurt but I need to get you stitched up.” He poured some vodka on the needle and started to stitch her neck closed. He hoped that he could help her, that he wasn’t too late to save her. He couldn’t lose his soulmate a second time.

[shepard-ram]

The Creeper and The Creeper Whisperer [Docm77 x Reader]

Fluff, Request: Doesn’t have to b a req if u don’t want but imagine doc x a reader who is like somehow really friendly to hostile mobs and despite not being a creeper hybrid they are really chill w creepers and stop ppl from killing them and stuff and he’s like “oh em gosh??? Someone who doesn’t hate my kind???” Or sum

This may not 100% fit what you asked but I adore the idea of reader just being a creeper magnet and somehow cuddling up with the things completely safely so I kind of went with those vibes rather than a normal dude who just doesn't kill them. Sorry if that's not what you wanted but brainrot be rotting the brain

Tw. Death mention? Once I think, nothing happens (especially bc respawn mechanics are a thing) but the boom booms are dangerous and that is pointed out. Also sorry if this a bit directionless but I just wanted to get something out.

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You were a funny little phenomenon. On most fronts you were a fairly average person. Your skills in both architecture and redstone were much more than praise worthy, but other than that you didn't have much to you at first glance. Except for one interesting quirk.

Creepers were universally recognized and feared bundles of eventual destruction. The cause of many lost lives, items, and chunks of wall. Yet, you adored the walking bombs.

It's a mystery why they were so passive towards you, but it felt like every single one returned your feelings. Your life from childhood was dotted with the unusual memories of them being unusually friendly. From feeding those still left from the previous night to patching up the scratched up ones you'd find in the forest or while mining. You were kind to them and they never posed a threat to you.

You had a similarly symbiotic relationship with other hostile creatures, but it wasn't exactly the same. It was only creepers that actually bonded over to you with (metaphoricaly) open arms, but you would still take care of a stray enderman or skeleton if you came across one.

That's probably why you ran a mob sanctuary out of your base. It was your first season with the hermits, and to be frank- you were overwhelmed as all hell. They were a fun lot and you knew your skills could stand their own here. However, between all the acclimating, socializing, manual labor you've been pulling your mind and body were left in desperate need of some less physically and mentally strenuous work.

The sanctuary was your pride and joy. You had a wealth of knowledge on how to care for all of them and the means to give them a place to stay to match.

It was practically a massive zoo enclosure, walls made to look as natural as possible, shallow artificial rivers, trees you had built yourself, all completed with a faux cave area harder to reach and nearly impossible to see from the outskirts of the area.

Whenever your current projects got too taxing, or you happened to stumble across an injured mob, you would spend days at a time looking after the ever-revolving cast of inhabitants of the sanctuary. Some you planed to keep, (mostly the weaker and/or younger creepers who especially imprinted on you) others you set free once they were sufficiently healthy.

It was a place of peace for you as much as they were for your patients. You welcomed the other hermits to visit when they showed interest. On the condition that they don't hurt any of the mobs. Predictably, when they realized 70% of the population was creepers not many were keen on the offer. It didn't bother you too much, more alone time for you this way.

Doc was one of the first to actually except. In hindsight you shouldn't have been all that surprised that he wouldn't have to worry about all your explosives roaming about. Yet in all your creeper based experiences you haven't met a hybrid before him.

Not that you knew it, but he found you far more fascinating than you found him. A couple of the other hermits suggested he spend some time with you after they payed you their own visits. Always with some look in their eyes that blended amusement, curiosity, and scheming. When you explained your little side business he understood it.

You both were able to find humor in the situation, breaking the ice with jokes of losing him in the crowd and other stupid things of the like. Once that phase had passed you suggested that you sit down and eat the lunch you brought into the sanctuary.

After you both finished eating neither of you moved or talked, silently agreeing to relax a little while longer. He noticed that there was something that felt... just fundamentally correct about the moment. Like a comfortable stillness settled deep in his chest. And like a child running into a landed flock of pigeons, the feeling only fled the more he tried to grab hold.

Still, he attempted to pin it on something. Something. Perhaps like the person sitting a little ways out of arms reach from him. With a dreamy, far-off gaze as you watched the creatures living their lives in safety of your favorite project. As much as he didn't want to stare, the fact that he could see the very spell he was under a moment ago on your face was nearly as captivating as the peacefulness itself.

He found himself visiting you again and again after that day.

By with point you knew Doc enough to see the weight of many sleepless nights on him. You were familiar with his mad scientist shtick and how long and bright those overworking episodes burned.

You knew your probably magic connection to creepers was affecting him to some degree, but frankly you didn't care. If it got him to regularly sit down, eat, and take a nap then it was perfectly moral in your mind.

While you were in thay routine it felt like it could go on forever. It was nice and comfortable, yet it was really just the origin story of your relationship.

It just came naturally. You balanced each other out well. He even got you to loose couple nights of sleep to explain his redstone to you. You may or may not joke that you have since been cursed with "lovecraftian knowledge".

You lost track of when your "hangouts" became "dates" and when every nap consisted of a lot of cuddling. You wouldn't have it any other way, as cheesy as that would sound out loud. You didn't care, you were both happy. That's all either of you need.

[aliceblossoms]

Thank you so much for the tag!!

I've done 13 years of ballet but quit a few years ago because of busy school life.

I study biology yet I'm afraid of a ton of animals, so my boyfriend and friends call me 'inside biologist'. I love studying the theory of animals and plants though!

I have been considering doing a rebrand of this account and make a more real life blog out if it because i wanna interact with people more but i simply do not have the time to write right now in my life.

@nixoxia @starsyoubreaklikesugardust @frog-writes-for-fun @moriiartist @shepard-ram

If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send this to the last 7 people in your notifications, anonymously or not.

Ok um.....

1. I can't stop reading on Wattpad or Tumblr

2. I like to dance when I'm alone

3. I play assassin's creed just to jump off the buildings

@chibichanntheoneandonly @sunfl0wer-h0ur @embarrassedauthornerd @wingless-cupid @yaboibex @faeriisms @glitcheddefect

[fatalfangirl]

Got back into a bit of writing, working on ch 3 of Dead in Vegas. Here's more than six sentences from that:

SIMON

I see him. Standing opposite the general line, under backlit gothic script, is our host for the evening. 

Shepard Love. 

Quite a name. Doesn’t sound real, honestly. Not that I’m one to talk.

“Sid! Chaz!” Shepard calls out, arms stretching wide as we approach. “You made it!” 

He looks genuinely happy to see us, like we’re old buddies instead of passing strangers whose relationship totals a single conversation and a handful of transactional text messages.

“Yeah," I say, eyeing Baz. "Somehow.”

Baz decidedly doesn’t look at me. Just flicks his hair with an air of cool superiority that makes me want to grab him by the back of the neck and ram him face first into the nearest wall. Instead, I pull him against me by his waist.

If this seems at all familiar, it's because I shared a different version of this scene a few weeks back.

Thank you for the tags @aroace-genderfluid-sheep, @facewithoutheart, @bookish-bogwitch, @captain-aralias, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @palimpsessed, and @johnwgrey

Tagging @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @whatevertheweather, @moodandmist, @cutestkilla, @artsyunderstudy, @martsonmars, @kherub, @raenestee, @frjsti, and @creepyspice (I can't wait to read your new fic!!)

[moriiartist]

your mutuals as songs?

Hmm...

@shepard-ram gives me Sweet Tooth by Cavetown vibes

@g0re-h0und makes me think of JEKYLL & HIDE by Bishop Briggs

@cr3scentm0on... I'd have to say rises the moon by Liana Flores?

@itsonlydana, I tend to associate with cottagecore/fantasycore things, so There Beneath by The Oh Hellos

@blooming-mushroom is a big ol' softie, so I like to think of her with a vibe similar to fever dream by mxmtoon

@nixoxia is a punk/goth icon, and y'know what? Good for her! (Glory And Gore by Lorde)

@sushi-rens I admit I haven't interacted with a whole lot, but for some inexplicable reason I think they give off the same energy as Voulez-Vous by ABBA

@frog-that-writes is much the same as Sushi, but with vibes slightly to the left- Lemon Drop by Raynes

[nix-writes-mcyt]

Happy New Year

I'd like to put out a message to all my readers and to the others that write as well.

2021 was a particularly hard year for me, I have had lots of struggles, most of which I am carrying with me into 2022. I know I'm not the only one.

One of the things that has helped me the most this year has been fanfiction. It has given me a much needed escape.

I didn't start reading MCYT fanfiction until the middle of this year. I didn't start writing and posting it until a couple weeks ago now. But I can say with certainty that I would be going into the new year feeling much worse if it wasn't for this blog, for all the support I've had off of you as readers and from my fellow writers.

I appreciate it very much.

Going into 2022 my goals are to:

Finally move out of home and in with my partner

Watch every episode from every hermit in hermitcraft S9

To continue writing, encouraging people to write

This community, albeit small right now, is going to grow. For anyone who is thinking about starting writing for MCYT, well, now is the best time to. I hope to see more new blogs pop up, more people join in with the fandom and writing. Make sure to interact with those blogs when they come about, our support helps them grow. I can't wait to be a part of the mcyt x reader community as the year progresses. I don't have many people to recommend, but I'll give you a few that I do know. If you like my works and haven't checked them out you should. They all write some really amazing fics. Feel free to add to the list if you have anyone you'd recommend to me or others!

@g0re-h0und @moriiartist @shepard-ram @hardcore-realms

Happy new year everyone

If anyone needs someone to reach out to my dms are always open. I wish you all the 2022 you want.

[nix-writes-mcyt]

I'll do it :D

Three ships: Not a shipper :(

Last song: Demolition Lovers - My Chemical Romance

Last movie: Repo! The Genetic Opera

Currently reading: uh.. just fanfiction innit

Currently watching: a bunch of stuff. Just finished Clarksons Farm, that was fun.

Currently consuming: just ate burritos made by my loving boyfriend, and I drink the pink lemonade because I am a sinner.

Currently craving: my chocolate in the cupboard.

Tagging (no pressure <3)

@blockyshieldmaiden @frog-writes-for-fun @moriiartist @shepard-ram

tag 9 people you want to get to know better

thanks to @parissfrogg for the tag :] i think ur neat ^_^

Three Ships: ETHUBS <3333 team rancher and flower husbands as well but im an ethubser first they make me ill <3 also im a big qpr tango/etho liker. i miss them :'[

Last song: journey to the past from anastasia! im singing it for a competition so i was just practicing lol

Last Movie: hmhmmmh i watched RIPD with my family the other day it was silly /pos

Currently Reading: i only really read fics lmfao but also i just checked out loveless by alice oseman from the library bc ive been meaning to read it :] so ill be reading that at some point.

Currently Watching: the last of us (pain) though im like 2 episodes behind oopsies. a lot of hermitcraft. limited life. all of this media makes me ill <3

Currently Consuming: not eating currently but i just had some veggie sushi and it was So good :]

Currently Craving: i am also craving some yummy brownies that sounds very good right now lol

ive got a couple to tag :] @jukeboxtea @jasminefoxj @ethubsyaoi @mossbiin @carry-on-my-wayward-gays hiii i think you guys r neat ^_^ sorry if any of you have already done this ahsjfhdjf

[dodo-begone]

Your take gtwscar was so good one wth there's like no yandere hermitcraft

Omg thank you so much!!! I love writing for Scar man, he’s such a blast to write about. Bubbly man go brrrr hehe. This was actually a piece i loved making and this was when i was in a big ole funk.

I do have some more content like that, though compared to my dsmp content it’s less but like all of it is yandere except a few things

Also i know some people who write specificlly for hermitcraft (yan and other stuff). They're @shepard-ram and i believe @moriiartist does as well. Please correct me i'm wrong, i just saw the reblog Ram did of the swagon fic.

i know for a FACT that Ram HAS to have some of that tasty yandere hermitcraft stuff. Vic and another friend got me into Hermitcraft and Vic def has a headstart on writing for them.

anyways sorry for the tags guys!!! also sorry if i interpretted some of ur message wrong, but i am still v flattered ;m;

[sallysoot]

So I have my own blog @shepard-ram I'll post the reverse isekai Billiam fic there and I'm both excited to start writing more and hella nervous lol

-🐏 not really an anon anymore but Tumblr wouldn't let me switch accounts to ask this dhshsh

HYPE OMG HELL YEAH!!!! <333