#convex week

[iheartfurrympreg]

quick sketch for this! day 1: sun & moon @convexweek

[emberdragon34]

Convex Week, Day 7 - past/present

I wrote a poem to continue with my self-decreed different styles of writing.

@convexweek

Every hermit on season 5 knew of their deeds

Their chaos, those faces, the pranks and the greed

Cathedrals, mycelium, parrots and riches

Merch stores and masks, identity switches

They hid in that room, proclaiming their victories,

The lore and the history, the gore and the mysteries

NHO? Aliens? Conspiracies, lies

Rockets that crashed on the way to new skies

The self-proclaimed jingler, alias camouflaged

The misnamed jangler detectives unmasked

The shops and the property, off war profiteered

Capitalistic monopoly with which they revered

The Vex, and in their good favour remained

‘The future of everything’, Concorp claimed

Yet we see the server is presently devoid

Of that pranking pair that incessantly annoyed

As the seasons, the reasons, like their diamonds stack

Was their final prank that we thought they’d come back?

Was it all just forgotten, it can’t be, they still mention

That long lost prank duo, far more than convention.

Claim it’s references, easter eggs, nothing but still

We keep on believing that, one day, they will

Return, with the heads (despite their redesign)

  Return with the pranks, more than poppies of signs

Return with the shedload of diamonds to flex

Return with the lore and return with the Convex

[vexcraft]

convex fun fact

tango helped cub get the vex heads the convex later used. cub only needed one for his all-mob-heads collection but they ended up getting two and tango gave the extra one to cub

[rocksslide]

He could sense his partner emerging before he saw him. Good, excellent. Scar’s mask grinned at him, and Cub grinned back. “See?” he said. “Easy.” “Oh, I don’t feel any different at all!” Scar laughed. “You were right! I worried for nothing. What do we do now?”

Not one but TWO pieces that go along the amazing fic by @kieiswrite The Deathless and the Stray for the @hermitshippingbigbang. The Convex origin story everyone should check out!

What a delight. Had some thoughts about vex masks. Went insane. Now we have this! Hope you enjoy and have a nice day :]

[convexicalcrow]

ConVex invading my aseptic techniques workbook >_>

[crow-feath3rs]

some guys :-]

[disaster-with-a-hat]

Someone once told me, that I'm shaped like a Roblox character, but in a good way.

I love grindr images like this, they're so awesome sauced

[museenkuss]

“How I transformed my body in 90 days” type video but I’m becoming a Renaissance Woman. Vlog footage of me reading the classics for hours on end, writing vocabulary lists, drawing in my sketch book to epic music. On day 15 I talk about how I’m slowly adjusting to my elaborate home cooked meals and how I struggle with the genealogy of the Borgias. There are montages of me educating myself on history, astrology, astronomy and dressing well, I take horseback riding lessons and go to museums. Erasmus, Machiavelli and Lucretius are stacked on my bedside table.

There’s a segment where I say “it’s day 53 and I’m really struggling… I can’t even write a sonnet. I don’t see any improvement in myself. Is this even worth it?!” The stakes are rising. I’m shown ripping up pages of rhymes in calligraphy. I swear as I rush around the kitchen, trying to prepare my oysters. I sit at my desk and sigh, head in hands, my desk covered in stacks of notes, huge volumes on art history and printed out articles. The dramatic moment comes when I for the nth time try to walk and gesture with sprezzatura while balancing books on my head for better posture. I fall. The books topple to the floor. I’ve reached rock bottom.

Black screen. Voice over: “It was really hard. I felt like Dante, in the dark forest, having lost my way. And then, I realised what I needed: I had to go on a grand tour.”

Music swells again, there’s a montage of me packing and travelling in busses and trains. Landscape rushes past. I read Goethe’s Italienische Reise on the journey. Finally, there are snippets of me in Munich, in Vienna. I take a selfie in front of Parmigianino’s self portrait in a convex mirror, showing off my own elegantly contorted hand. I’m in Florence, breathing heavily with excitement as I walk along the outside walls of the Galleria degli Uffizi. “Oh my god, there he is—“ I film the Petrarch statue, the phone visibly shaking. “I can’t believe I get to meet him…” I whisper with awe. Cut. I’m blowing a kiss at the right Grace in Botticelli’s Spring (I have a crush on her). I’m in the Loggia di Psiche in Rome, I’m kneeling on a bridge in Venice to touch it, “Tintoretto walked on these very stones..”, I’m filming the ceiling of the Camera Degli Sposi in Mantua. I’m in the streets of Grasse showing off a bottle of Fragonard perfume I bought, I’m teary eyed in front of the Concerto Campestre in the Louvre. Cut.

I’m back home. “It’s now day…79. Those were the most unrealistic two weeks of my life. And the most expensive. But now I’m back on track. I feel like I can really do this.” With newfound vigour I get back to my battered Reclam German/Latin edition of Ovid’s Metamorphosis. Day 81, 85, 89. Emotional/hopeful music. I show a Shakespeare sonnet written in beautiful calligraphy. I’m in the museum sketching the composition of an annunciation and taking notes on a Venus by Cranach. I practice a speech I’ve written following Cicero’s rules on rhetoric. I’m back on horseback. I present a cake of some sort.

DAY 90. I’m at my desk. “Wow, what a journey. Now let’s see the transformation I underwent in those 90 days.” I show side by side footage of me from day 1 and day 90. I look the same, except day 90 me is wearing all black, Castiglione style, and has better posture. Back to the desk. “I changed so much. I learned so much about myself and my limits. I’m still not fluent in Latin or Italian. But what I learned is that beauty is everywhere, especially in the struggle, and it’s worth cherishing. And now, I’m back and stronger and more curious than ever. If you haven’t followed me on tumblr @Museenkuss at this point, what are you doing? Click the follow button and give this post a like because NOW, the fun really begins. A renaissance woman never stops learning.” From under the desk, I grab two books and put them on my desk. The Tale of Genji and Sei Shōnagon’s pillow book. “It’s time to expand my horizon.” Black screen.

[emberdragon34]

Convex Week day 2: lost/found

@convexweek

‘You see,’ Grian says as we decorate the shopping district ready for our yearly Christmas party. ‘We always have to do something for Christmas. It’s traditional. Some kind of Secret Santa, give out gifts, drink hot chocolate, sing some Christmas songs.’

‘Thank you Grian for reminding me of Mumbiah Carey…’ Cleo mutters. I grimace at the memory. 

‘And we all admit that we should be banned from singing Band Aid ever again,’ Joe adds.

‘It wasn't that bad, guys…’ Scar insists, as we all turn to him, remembering how Oli’s noble attempt to record a Christmas song ended. ‘Cub said I sounded like an angel!’

‘I distinctly remember Cub wearing earplugs for that entire song to block it out.’

‘Oh man…’ Skizz laughs, halfway up a ladder, trying to stop the tinsel from falling down again. ‘This sounds amazing… what do you do when it’s between seasons?’ 

‘With no Hermitcraft season, there’s more space for the Christmas season… oh, Skizz, pass that tinsel over.’

‘Oh yeah, we did have that celebration in that hardcore world…’ remembers Joel with a smile. ‘That was a bloody awesome Christmas.’ 

‘Oh, that was so fun!’ Scar agrees, ‘I loved that Christmas!’

‘Weren’t you between seasons last Christmas too? Did you do something then?’

‘Skizz,’ Grian drops a box of decorations into my arms. Immediately, Scar grabs the ugliest, light up, singing reindeer Christmas hat and forces it onto my head. ‘Skizz, buddy, last year was the biggest Hermit Christmas party yet. Everyone was there. We found a world with a snowy spawn and spent like, 4 weeks turning it into an epic Christmas wonderland and everyone came to celebrate.’

‘Almost everyone.’ corrects Cleo. ‘I know Keralis and xB were off skiing because xB sent that card of Keralis half-naked in the snow. And Scar couldn't make it.’

‘Oh yeah!’ Grian remembers, grinning. ‘Of course Scar wasn't there, we had that whole running joke about him being in stupid places… didn't we say you’d kidnapped him at one point, Cub?’

‘Uhh…’ I glance at where Scar’s dissociating, fidgeting with an ornament. ‘Yeah… maybe…’ Of course Scar wasn’t there last Christmas.

He was trapped in Secret Life.

‘The weirdest thing about Scar was that he never messaged either to give us a reason why he wasn't there.’ Cleo adds. ‘xB and Keralis, yeah, they were off being weird on a mountain together. But Scar? Could’ve been anywhere.’

‘He didn’t even message?’ Skizz frowns. ‘How many Christmas drinks had he drunk? Did you find out where he was at all?’

‘I think so,’ Grian replies. ‘Thing is, I can’t actually remember where… Scar, where were you, buddy?’

No reply.

Scar’s disappeared. 

‘He’s bloody vanished again! Is he allergic to Christmas or something?!’ Joel bursts out. Grian glances at me, as if for explanation. I try not to glare back, but his lack of tact is making it rather hard. The moment his focus shifts again, I slip away to find Scar.

A quick glance at my glowing vex-magic necklace, and I know where he is – above the shopping district on my giant firework explosion. I land just behind where he’s sat staring into nothing.

‘Scar?’

‘I’m fine,’ he mumbles back. I hear the sob he’s choking back. ‘I just- needed some space.’

‘Of course, man.’

Scar shuffles over, allowing me to stay with him. His face shines with tears. I sit down next to him, placing an arm around his back. He rests his head on my shoulder and, for a moment, we just stay there in silence. Until Scar speaks again.

‘Did you really all meet up last Christmas?’

I nod.

‘And you joked about the fact I wasn't there? And I wasn't responding?’

Another painful silence as I struggle for the right words. Scar stares at the ground, struggling not to cry.

‘I thought the Watchers were lying.’

‘We should’ve known better,’ The shopping district blurs below me. ‘I should’ve been on alert the moment you didn’t reply. Of course you wouldn’t miss Christmas with us. We all knew that was weird. And we’re so stupid we never thought any further than that.’ I wipe the tears away. Scar cuddles closer to me.

‘It’s not your fault.’

But he doesn’t think that. I know he’s resentful. I know it hurts him to know that we didn’t worry about him at all.

‘If I ever find the Watcher that decided to trap you there… The fact they trapped you there over Christmas…’  I let out a deep breath. Scar doesn't speak. Below, I can clearly see Joe laughing about something. ‘And the fact the others forgot why you weren’t there is unacceptable. I should’ve said something.’

‘And ruin that Christmas for them forever?’

I don’t reply.

‘They’re allowed to enjoy what happened that Christmas. They can laugh at all the memories. I’m not going to ruin their fun. I’m happy to sit out for a moment while they talk about it.’ A pause. ‘I think Christmas is just always going to be a little weird for me now, and that’s not their fault. It sounds like you had an amazing time last year.’

‘You should’ve been there with us.’

‘It’s not your fault I wasn’t. You still found me.’

I hug him closer.

‘And I’m not losing you again.’

[mcytblrsource]

YEARLY MCYTBLR RECAP: 2024 EDITION

MCYTblr is a very large space if you see any missing events, exchange, or something else please send us an ask!

JANUARY

EVENTS:

FitPac Week Hermitcraft Rare Pair Week Wormman Week Dream SMP Sixteenth Day Event MCYT T4T Week SpiderBit Week Treebark Title Swap MCYT Fanfiction Appreciation Week MCYT Physical Disability Week

ZINES AND MAPs:

Flamekeeper Zine Limited Life MAP Tribute to Jellie MAP

FEBRUARY

EVENTS:

MCYT Build Month Etoiles Week Fitpac Valentine's Drabble Fest Dream SMP Sixteenth Day Event: Love Month Techza Week MCYT Yuri Week - Valentines Vylenix Week

GIFT EXCHANGES: (Based off of the beginning of posting period)

QSMP Secret Valentine QSMP Valentine's Gift Exchange MCYT Valentines MCYT Dead Dove Kink Meme Driving After Dark 2

ZINES AND MAPs:

Empires Rainbow Zine Convex Matryoshka MAP

MARCH

EVENTS:

QSMP Month Dream SMP Eras Event SMPLIVE Bingo Shubble Support Day QSMP Language Day Decked Out 2 Writing Challenge Week MCYT Aro Week Skizzleman Week SpiderBit Week Vitalasubzam Week Grumbo Week Dream SMP Sixteenth Day Event: Themes Month MCYT Underdogs Event

GIFT EXCHANGES:

MCYT Recursive Dream SMP Rarepair Big Bang

ZINES AND MAPs:

Isla y Ovos Zine

APRIL

EVENTS:

Mumscarian Week The Bright Side of Life Series MCYT-Fem Slash Treebark Week Katecinda Week Dream SMP Sixteenth Day Event: Angst Month

GIFT EXCHANGES:

MCYT Horror Gift Exchange

ZINES AND MAPs:

Hermitzine 8.5: April Fools edition The Minecraft Speedrunning Tarot Project Hermits Zine: Geminitay Edition Desert Duo Tongues and Teeth MAP

MAY

EVENTS:

Hermit-A-Day May HideDuo Kiss Week Dream SMP Sixteenth Day Event: Duos Month! Fish Donna Week Hermitcraft Guess The Author QSMP AU Week

GIFT EXCHANGES:

MCYT Drabble Exchange

ZINES AND MAPs:

Hermit Coloring Book Mianite Zine

JUNE

EVENTS:

MCYT Omegaverse Month Voices For The Blade MCYT Trans Week Scarian Summer Smooch Fest MCYT Subversion Week Niki Nihachu Summer Dream SMP Sixteenth Day Event: Pre-Canon Month

GIFT EXCHANGES:

MCYT Multilingual Big Bang

ZINES AND MAPs:

Boatem Village Zine Trafficzine Edition 5 Flowers in the Desert: A Desert Duo Zine

JULY

EVENTS:

MCYT Co-Create Event Gem Pearl Week MCYT Aspec Week Hot Scarian Summer RedScape Week Dream SMP Sixteenth Day Event: Post-Canon Month fWhimmy Week HideDuo Week MCYTblr Fandom Crossover/AU event

GIFT EXCHANGES:

MCYTBLR AU Fest MCYT Fic Fight Driving After Dark 3 QSMP Big Bang

ZINES AND MAPs:

Petals of a Rose - Hideduo Zine Fairytales from the SMP: Volume II

AUGUST

EVENTS:

MCYT Musical Bingo Event QSMP Month(s) Hypnotizd ship week Skizz Week 2 FelPac week Dream SMP Sixteenth Day Event: Crack Month

GIFT EXCHANGES:

MCYT Summer of Yuri MCYT RPF KinkMeme

ZINES AND MAPs:

Chronicles: a QSMP Egg Zine MCYT Sapphic Zine Empiropedia Hotguy Comics Zine Hermitzine 9: H is for Hermitcraft Bread Hermitcraft MAP

SEPTEMBER

EVENTS:

MCYT Non-POV Event Your Cubito, Your Culture Event Dream SMP Sixteenth Day Event: Places Month Sausage September

GIFT EXCHANGES:

MCYTblr Fluff Gift Exchange MCYT Jukebox Bonanza Event

ZINES AND MAPs:

Hermitcraft Season 9 Zine The Hermit Arcana The QSMP Story- Animation Collab

OCTOBER

EVENTS:

MCYT Aro Week 2 Weekly Hermitober + Life Series Spiderbit/Guapoduo Fluff or Fright Scarian Autumn Smooch Fest fWhimmy Week QSMP Halloween Fanworks Event Hideduo Trick or Treat Week ImpSkizztober GTWScartober2024 Rats SMPtober Hermittober Team Ranchers Week Weekly Hermittober Pisstober MCYT Femslash: Vampires VS Werewolves Dream SMP Sixteenth Day Event: Limbo Month 7 Holy Nights of Jeremy

GIFT EXCHANGES:

MCYT Horror Gift Exchange 2 MCYT Yaoi Exchange MCYT Trick-Or-Treat MCYT Halloween Gift Exchange

NOVEMBER

EVENTS:

DoubleHearted-vember Sixteenth Day Event: Memory Month MCYT Fan Fundraiser: Art Showcase

GIFT EXCHANGES:

MCYT Prompt Exchange

ZINES AND MAPs:

The Reason is You Zine [SpiderBit]

DECEMBER

EVENTS:

QPR Kersuma Week Dream SMP Sixteenth Day Event: Festive Month Bedrock Bros Prompt Months MCYT Christmas Prompt List Shadowrot Week Fuga4 Week Zedaph Week Felps Weekend Event MCYT Advent Solstice Social Collaborative Fanwork Event

GIFT EXCHANGES:

MCYTblr Holiday Exchange Rivals Duo Holiday Gift Exchange MCSR Mini Gift Exchange MCSR Winter Big Bang MCYT Playwriting Festival

ZINES AND MAPs:

Treebark Zine Coloring with Hermits The Heart of the Ouroboros - LifeSteal Zine Views of Hermitcraft 2025 Calendar Moonrot-Pearleo Zine Hermit Heartthrobs 2025 Calendar Morning Star Zine Double-Hearted : DDVAU Holiday Zine

[eggopath]

Oh my void..hear me out, Convex week. There is so much you can do with those silly vexes. The thing is..don't know if it would get a lot of traction and I definitely will need help making prompts. Would appreciate help to actually make this a reality :]

To piggyback a bit off of the last reblog - we here at Treebark Week would love to see even more event weeks dedicated to fanwork creation! We are a fairly established one, but as long as you've got even a small community and have people interested in participating, it's relatively easy to think of a prompts list, choose some dates, and get the word out.

Fanwork weeks are a lot of fun, and we think it'd be lots of fun to see some more! If you organize an event week and send us the info, we'll reblog the post to help promo it 💪💪 Let's all have fun together!

[frozenjokes]

huge fan of these goobers

convex week fic link

[arrowawsome]

since these are always fun; witch of these did *not* happen in hermitcraft

[convexicalcrow]

If I could stop sharing a braincell with Cub for like five minutes plz -_-

[vulpixisananimal]

(Siffrin) {Mal Du Pays} <Null> |Asterion| [Loop] [(Saffron)]

|. . . . Oh. . .|

|You're, awake. In a room, where ah. . . Oh you felt exhausted. Where, were you again?|

|. . . Right.|

|You're a stowaway, that's what you are. You're hiding from the others you share this body with for fear of what they will do to you. You didn't want to be here, but there was nothing you could do, was there? You're here, and so you must endure it.|

|As for where you are physicaly? You have no idea. You shuffle, and sit up in bed. It's a small room, a small room with some medical supplies on a table; there was a small dancing Change God statue on it too. Hanging on the wall above was a metal disc with some engraving on it. In the corner there was a chair with an asleep Isabeau in it. Cute. . . No, focus, Asterion.|

|Your pack is to one side, you lean over and grab it and begin rummaging for that journal. Ah, there it is. You check the back, no new headmates. Then you check the latest entries|

|Yesterday: "We got to Wolworth, it was being attacked by sadness. Looped twice trying to get it right. Won. Exhausted now and was dragged to the Medhouse. The Monets are in town. Eri died weeks ago. Don't get me out for a while, I need a break." -Null|

|. . . . . . . Concerning? Who was Eri again?|

|Two days ago: "Getting to Wolworth tomorrow! Stardust is excited to meet Eri, me? Less so~ Ramos hasn't shown any signs of being a danger yet, so as much as I dislike them Stardust might just get their happy ending, again. Ugh. I hope Eri was a good parent to Ramos." - Loop<3|

|Oh. . .|

|You feel something drip on your hand- oh, you're crying again. You close the book before you get the pages wet. You take a deep breath, and hold it.|

"Mhgh. . ." |Isabeau makes a noise from the chair, and a moment later yawns and stretches. He opens his eyes and looks lazily around.| ". . . Uh. . . Oh, g'morning. . ."

"Good morning." |You smile a little.| "Did you sleep alright?"

"Oh I slept great." |Isabeau chuckled, and rubbed his neck.| "What about you, all better after- oh yeah, who's up?"

"Who's. . . Oh" |You pause and look away.| ". . . . A-asterion. We've met, when I woke you in the middle of the night."

"Oh yeah!" |He yawns again and stands up.| "And you were trying make me breakfast that one time."

"I, o-oh!!" |Your heart skipped a beat, panicking, you didn't tell him who you were that time. Could, could he just tell anyways?!? Could he-|

"Hey it's okay!" |Isa chuckled.| "I've just been getting good at telling you all apart is all. I'm not mad or anything- oh hey is everything okay?"

"Wha. . Oh." |You rub tears from your eye again.| "I. . . Read the journal. Eri is, dead?"

|Isabeaus smile drops a little, and looks away.| ". . . Yeah. They are."

". . . Okay. . ." |You rub your shoulder, looking away. Oh Stars Above. . . . You need to, talk about. . .| "Oh. . . Oh! Ah, do you know, what that is?"

|You were pointing to the metal disc above the table. It had one curved line cutting through it, and three straight lines stretching out from the convex side. It was tilted to the side. Isa stood up to get a better look.| ". . . IIIII have no idea! Something to do with, Poteria? I think? It does look a little familiar. . ."

"I see. . ." |You look at the dancing statue on the table.| "And that is. . . A Change God statue, yes?"

"Yup!" |Isa chuckled, looking down and patting the statue.| ". . . I wonder if you had things like this. F-from where your from, I mean."

"Oh. . . Well, yes and no." |You lean back and talk.| "That's what the stars were for. The Universe asks not for us to make things to remember it, for all we need to do is look up. If anything, it's things like telescopes, orrery, and. . . ."

". . . And?" |Isabeau prompts.|

". . . . . . . . Oh?" |You shake your head, what a strange feeling.| "What was, I just talking about?"

"O-oH! D-don't worry about it!!" |Isabeau turns and quickly looks for a spare scrap of paper, before he even asks, you hand him a pen from your pack.|

". . . What are you doing?"

|Isabeau was quickly writing something down.| ". . . O-oh! Oh well sometimes you get moments where you remember stuff and then you forget it s-so, I just wanted to write it down! Y'know? So you, don't forget."

"Oh. . ." |You look down at your hands, arms.| ". . . Thank you."

"Don't mention it." |He was smiling at you.| "You guys are my buddy! Buddies? And I'm dating a couple too, s-so I just want to, help out! Y'know?"

"That is very, very kind of you. . ."

"Least I can do!" |He gets up and goes to the door.| "I'm gonna go tell the doctor you're up, okay?"

"Okay, Isabeau." |You smile at him. He smiles back, opens the door, and leaves.|

|. . . . You look down. Alone with your thoughts. . .|

|You didn't want to talk to them, but. . .|

|You. . . Breathe in, and out. In, out. In. . . Out. . . . .|

|You can see it, favor tree, stars, ocean, beach. Your mindspace, your shared mindspace, at least. It's very quiet, and your own breathing sounds like the oceans waves. . . It's nice.|

|You look down at your hands. Big, strong, scared, and bloody. You can never be rid of it. Tugging on the shackles on your wrists, the one on your neck, it's always so tight. . . Oh. . . You sit down at the tree. You felt your hair, long and heavy. Your robes felt familiar, the crown on your head was cold. . . But you wonder, why do you look like this?|

|Factive. That is the term.|

|Memories and such reaching out to form a personality, latching onto one it already knew. It creates an imperfect copy. Although it feels more like an impression of an imperfect copy to you. That's what you were. The King was frozen in the Dormont House of Change. What you were, was the memories Bright One had of the King mixing with parts of himself to make. . . You.|

|You had "memories" of being the King. You had "memories" of what happened before that you know is likely not true. You shouldn't be here, but you are. And as long as you are, you might as well try and make up for your actions.|

|. . . You cannot stay in bed all day. You move to sit on the edge of the bed. You pause for a moment, your head spinning a little, but it cleared quickly.|

|There's a quick knock on the door and it opens. Isa walks in, quickly followed by who you assume is the doctor? He had hair to the shoulders, a flower in his hair, and was holding some papers. Isabeau quickly comes to your side seeing you try and get up.|

"C-careful! Don't want you falling over all of a sudden."

"I'm fine, Isabeau." |You say softly- right! You should, try and mimic the Bright One, right?| "Besides, it's winter! Not fall."

". . . snrk-" |That was from the doctor, and a moment later Isabeau cracked up too. Ah, you probably took him by surprise. Have you told a joke like that before?|

"Thank you, thank you. . ." |You chuckle. This acting is hard.|

"Heh, glad your funny bone wasn't damaged." |The doctor chimes in.| "I'm Dr. Joy, but but just Gina's fine."

"It's good to meet you Dr. Joy." |You wave politely.| "Thank you for all the help, and sorry to be a bother. . ."

"No need to be sorry! You helped fight off a lot of sadness, it's the least I can do to help." |He positioned himself next to Isabeau and looked at the papers.| "Yoooouuuu should be all good! It was a relitvely minor case, considering how rare it usualy is."

"Really? Rare?" |You tilt your head.|

|He squints at you.| ". . . Do you get craft exhaustion often?"

"I-I, well, yes? Maybe?"

"Yeah, he does." |Isabeau says cheekily.| "This marks the fourth time actually!"

"Fourth?!?" |Gina makes a face and looks between you two.| "I- okay, I would have liked to know that a bit earlier but oh well! You do know getting craft exhaustion once makes it more likely you'll get it again? Kind of like heat stroke?"

". . . Nnnooooooo?" |You say questioningly looking to Isabeau. He shrugs.|

". . . Got it! Uuuh. . ." |Gina thinks for a moment, tapping a pen to his chin.| ". . If you're staying in Wolworth for a bit, could you come back in sometime so I can give you a more proper checkup?"

"Fine by me." |You say easily. You notice Isabeau give you a strange look.|

"Perfect! May I ask where you're staying? I could get some things sent over that could help."

"Oh. . . Ah, we're staying at Mx. Eris house, we've been traveling with their kid."

"Oh. . ." |He looked beteen the two of you, then away.| ". . . Do you. ?"

". . . We do, yes."

". . . And does, their kid. . ."

". . . Yes, they do."

|Gina goes silent for a minute, looking away. It almost gets to the point where you speak up, but he turns back to you two.| "I'll, be sure to drop by then. Give little Azzy my condolences myself."

"That's sweet of ya- Oh yeah!" |Isabeau perks up.| "They changed, actually! It's Ramos, now. They/them."

"O-oh! Well congrats to them." |That lightened the mood a little, Gina smiled.| "Well there's nothing specific for me to say right now other than eat, sleep, drink water, don't stress yourself, and get back here for a checkup!"

"Yes sir." |You say sarcasitcly. And go to hop off the bed, Isa insists on helping you off. Oh yeah! You point to the metal plate with that symbol.| "Oh. . .Do you know what that is?"

"Oh! That's a Dreamlight!" |He walks over and taps it, it makes a soft 'ding!'| "It's a Flickerism thing, Poterian religion, it's supposed to let Flicker into your home and give you nice dreams."

". . . . What?" |You looked confused.|

"Oh yeah!! Flickerism!!" |Isa snapped his fingers.| "I thought it looked familiar! Child of the sun, right?"

"That's right." |Dr. Joy turns around, smiling.| "I don't really follow it properly, just keep a few Dreamlights around and celebrate Pupalfast. You know how it is."

"You know how it is." |Isa crosses his arms knowingly.| "I woulda' thought to see more Curcelights than Dreamlights around. Isn't Flickerism kinda, niche?"

"Was." |Gina chuckled.| "More and more people have been converting from Soleanism to Flickerism. Child overtakes the mother I guess."

"Too true!!!" |Isa laughed.| "Man, I haven't thought about the Poterian religion stuff for a while, it's a nice reminder!"

"I've never heared of it, even a little bit." |You rub your head, confused.|

"Well I wont preache to you or whatever, not my circus, not my monkeys. Besides," |Gina pats the Change God statue.| "Vaugarde's religion is a nice change of pace."

|Now THAT made you laugh.|

>>>

"But it's a giant ball of superheated gasses and plasma." |You try explaining. You and Isabeau were making your way down the streets of Wolworth to where you were staying. There were people walking around all over.| "I understand it's a metaphor, and for a light deity it makes sense. . . But to worship one specific star just because it's closer than all the others is just . . ."

"It's like picking your favorite animal, they're all great!" |Isabeau replied.| ". . . It's not really a uh, ball of fire is it?"

"Oh it is!" |You said excitedly.| "It's a giant chemical reaction of sorts. A constant explosion emmiting heat and light! I don't think of community exactly when I think of the sun."

"Well it's also probably because moths are attracted to light, right?"

"Well, maybe. . ." |You were still stuck on that. The sun isn't even unique, it's one of thousands, it's, just another star. What a strange. . . You pause, is that?| "Is that, Odile?"

|Isabeau looked at where you pointed out.| ". . Oh it is! HEY!! M'DAME!!!"

"Oh, she didn't hear you, I think."

"Well let's catch up then!" |Isabeau took off, and you followed. You actually found yourself passing him soon enough, stars, this body WAS fast. . .|

|Odile dissapears around a corner. The two of you followed, and turned said corner just fast enough to see her walk into a building. It was a single story building with a big metal sign above the door.|

|You slowed down as you approached to let Isabeau catch up, and you read the sign out.| ". . . 'Neither rain nor snow nor gloom of night, can stay these messengers about their duty.' Huh."

"It's a post office, Sif." |Isa pats your shoulder.| "See? Wolworth Post."

"O-oh. . ." |You look away, how could you forget. . .| ". . . I wonder what Odile is doing here."

"Wanna see?"

"U-uh, sure. I think." |It was just one of Bright Ones party. Another one of the saviors. It should be fine, right?| "Let me, as the sneaky one."

"Of course~" |Isabeau bowed dramaticly|

|Ah yes, the sneaky one. You were anything but sneaky. If you were lucky, maybe some of that skill could transfer over. You really hope it did. You walked forward and slowly opened the door and walked in.|

|It's a simple interior, quiet, a few places to deliver mail, chairs, and many lockboxes for people to drop by and collect. There was a desk with a few people behind it, that's where Odile was now. She didn't hear you enter. You look back and Isa was following.|

|You put a finger to your lips and smile, sneaking forward and hiding behind a row of chairs. Isa joins you. Listening time.|

". . . Right here they are!" |Strangers voice, the clerks?| "Like I said, lotta fan mail."

"And they just. . . Send it everywhere?" |That was definitely Odile.|

"Just to the bigger cities from what I've heard. Y'all have a lotta fans."

"Gems. Well, I suppose it would be rude not to take it. . ." |There's a little pause.| ". . . Did you see any mail arrive from Dormont."

"Oh yeah! A few letters. . . Ah here! A few from the town, some from the house of change, oh and one here for you directly! It says it's from the Head Housemaiden-"

"I'll take that, thank you." |Odile interrupts.|

|You and Isabeau give each other a look. From the Head Housemaiden. . . Oh. . . The one you- no, the King froze. You had some stray memories of her. . . Lady Euphraise.|

|Isa leaned in and whispered.| "A letter from the Head Housemaiden?"

|You whisper back.| "Are they. . . Exchanging letters?"

"Oh that's nice." |Isa chuckled.| "Odile did like talking to Euphraise while we were in Dormont."

"Oh. . . She, did?" |You tilt your head, trying to remember.| "Well, that's, nice?"

"Heh. . . Who knows, maybe those two are actually, well, y'know. . . U-uh. . ." |Isabeau slows down as he sees your face, and then turns around to see why you're looking past him.|

|Odile was there, glaring at the two of you.|

"O-Odile! Ah, g-good to see you!"

"H-heeeeyyy M'dame! U-uhhh, funny, seeing you here-"

"Ten." |She starts.| "Nine, eight, seven-"

|The two of you run for your lives.|

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Headcanon 21

Again, not a headcanon but a Thought before I continue with my day.

If Scar couldn't be in a Life Series sessions and he got Cub to stand in for him, Cub would definitely trap his base and prank him with signage and probably a secret base, and then go around everyone's bases being a menace to society. He'd probably die at least once by being reckless, or he'd be super protective of Scar's lives and get him back as many as he can by murdering people with firework crossbows and TNT traps that blow up the person's entire base with 0 remorse.

He might even get a penta-kill and just shrug it off as nothing while the rest of the server are screaming and freaking out.

And the week after, Scar would be referencing Convex at every opportunity he could, even though Cub either made up some completely different lore or no lore at all.

Cub: so Scar's feeling ill, and I offered to step in for him this week

Scar: Our magic vex connection caused Cub to take my place for a week! Did you know, Vex can body-swap whenever they want and... *Invents endless lore for us with the Convex tism to scrawl down and remember for the rest of time and use as an excuse to say the Convex are coming back at some point very very soon.*