#dude glow ink would make for some awesome makeup looks

[oddly-specific-hermit-headcanons]

some make-up headcanons!

it's no surprise that in hermits world, make up is not tied to any gender identity, but what's more perculiar is that there isn't even make up as We know it in the magical world of minecraft. the situation can be compared to early human ages of discovering the world of make up

they use lapis and flowers to add some colour, beetroots to make the lips pop, etc. there's no foundation but oh Boy do those who know how to do it mix the magical ingredients to have some fun.

those few people who doubled in the wonderful world of face painting are as follows:

evil x and xisuma had an emo phase. "but Vin! if your minecraft hcs are totally disconnected from the real world, how come emos exist?!" they don't. ex thought it would be cool to use coal to make his eyes look more intimidating, X was inspired by it but actually spent his time experimenting to create a cleaner way of adding face paint (studied how coal and other dyes react to different minerals and everything)

stress, to me, has a permanent blush using the goo of beetroot. it suits her.

when scar was first experimenting with his magic crystals, it wasn't always glass. he even powdered down other crystals to see what's happened and stumbled upon blue (and all sorts of) eyeshadow. he didn't really use that information until s9, it was just so fun trying to colour coordinate his elven robes with the accessories and the colour of his eyes! what if he added a little pop of colour there? ooh!

cub just knows things. doesn't need an explanation

xb! one of the few hermits who actually is connected to the ancient world! was raised by the ancestors of the long fallen civilisation. when a player-ocean guardian hybrid appeared as a race, they wanted to feel connected to their mob elders, so they had an almost tribal tradition of adding make up to imitate some of the features. it was glorious. some believe that at some point the richest of the tribe used gold for their paint, but when xb was born only the placement of the face paint was known, so the hybrids had some fun! (it's waterproof make up too)

anyways I like to think the hermits have gatherings sometimes where they share the art of make up and have fun dressing up. everyone paint everyone. scar and xb come together with the power of the Colour and the magic of the fluid lines to paint bdubs face. he appreciates it very much

Ooh that's super cool, I bet the redstoners figured out how to make blush with redstone

[kylerfey]

Alternate universe Trekkies make a queer porno

This is a new scene that I added at the last minute into The Strange Case of Tattooed Twink (M-Brane Press, later this month). It occurs within a shared dream sequence involving the titular character and one of the other main characters who enters into a telepathic communion with him.

About 1800 words

WARNING for explicit, sloppy queer male sex

You have another memory. It doesn’t make any sense, but you can tell it’s a memory of something that happened and not just a dream. After you left the hut with the men who made your skin a canvas for words and paint, but before you found the boys and girls at the beach, you were with some other people, a sextet of twinky faggots who find you in a park when they caught you watching them hungrily while they ate curries from a street vendor. “That kid’s got some seriously insane ink!” one of the boys said. They could see almost all of it because you were naked except for your shorts.

“Come here!” he said and you approach them slowly. You couldn’t not look at their food. One of them reached into a bag and pulled out a round paper container and a spoon. “You hungry, bro?” He hands the container to you and they all watch you as you devour its contents in a few huge bites. One of the others says: “This dude would look awesome in the next show! He wouldn’t even need any make-up!”

You follow them home. They all live together in a big warehouse loft over the top of huge bookshop, and it looks like a junk yard of toys all over its vast floor. The one who gave you the food—a blond white boy with a little bit of acne on his face—is named Kyler and he tells you that he and his “troupe” are “performance artists” and that they are currently performing an “interpretive recreation” of an ancient TV show called Star Trek. They shoot live-action scenes and merge them with animation and music of their own devising. They assure you that this is awesome, the way that they are reimagining one-by-one all seventy-nine episodes of this show. 

They are currently in production on Episode #50 of their show, titled “By Any Other Name.” A short argument—one that they’d evidently had before—erupts among the group over whether it really should still be called episode #50 because they had already inserted a half dozen “original” episodes derived from fan fiction that weren’t part of the Original Seventy-Nine. But Kyler is adamant that “By Any Other Name” is still episode #50 because that’s what it was in the show’s original production order. Kyler seems to be their leader, and the others don’t press the point with him any further. He also seems to be the leader on their show because he often plays a character named Kirk who is the captain of an interstellar spaceship. 

Kyler lays out for you the premise of Episode #50: “The ship gets boarded by aliens from the Andromeda Galaxy. Most of our crew has been immobilized by condensing them into dodecahedrons.” He goes over to a table and picks up a white object that looks like a giant multi-sided die for use in a table-top roleplaying game. A “dodecahedron,” you guess. “But Spock—who is a Vulcan—figures out through telepathic contact with one of the alien’s minds that their human appearance is just a disguise and that they are actually wholly alien beings—immense creatures with many tentacles—who had to adopt human form to be able to exist on a human starship. But their new human bodies betray them! The alien scheme unwinds when the humans encourage the aliens to start feeling human sensory impressions and emotions. We think you should play one of the aliens!”

“Zero, o-rekt,” you say. “Phantom, nah.” 

One of the other dudes—a kid named Wang who plays Spock and assorted other characters in their show—thinks that it’s just fine that you can’t speak normally: “He can just say whatever he wants, and we will subtitle it! It’s perfect! It’s like he comes with his own alien language!”

Kyler takes off his shirt and steps up to you, very close. He has some zits on his chest, too, and black spirals inked around his pink nipples. “You like boys, right? Can I kiss you?” You open your mouth a little bit and let him inside it with his tongue, and his teeth clack against yours because he is really eager for the kiss. “So, in the scene I want you to do with me,” he explains, still holding you close, “you are one of the alien Kelvans who have taken over my starship. In order to awaken your new human senses, I seduce you and make love to you.”

A couple of the other boys playfully jeer this plan. “You always get all the ass, dude!” Wang says.  “Why did we ever let him be Kirk anyway?” someone else wonders.

Kyler rewords the plan rather more bluntly: “Would you let me fuck you on camera? With these guys watching us? Also, like a few million people will see it when we release the finished piece.” You feel his penis pushing against yours through his pants.

Kyler’s kind of cute and you don’t mind at all giving him some sex, and you are kind of curious to see more of this weird project that they have going on. “Zero rad na!” you say and nod. He takes this as a yes.

They give you the pages of the script with your lines, removing them from a sheaf of three-hole-punched paper bound together with brassy brads—there’s only like three or four of these lines and they are easy to memorize. Most of the dialogue on-camera, Kyler explains, is just improvised anyway. You can read your lines on the pages of the script just fine, even through when you try to speak them, it comes out like gibberish. But the Star Trek boys like this because it makes you seem more like an authentic alien, a thing from Andromeda on the brink of becoming human.

Next is costume: you are given a one-piece item of shiny and stretchy metallic fabric that covers your thighs and ass and crotch and stretches up over your torso and terminates in a thick gilded and jewel-bedazzled collar around your neck. Once on you, the fabric of this garment is rather more sheer than it at first appeared and you can see that your cock  and the shadow of your pubes are somewhat visible through it, but that’s the case also with Kyler’s costume pants, very tight and black with a pouch allowing him a lot of room for his dick-bulge. He adds a greenish-gold wraparound tunic—also skin-tight—with a glittery delta-shaped decoration over the left breast. The insignia of the starship, you guess. You both get some makeup, too. Kyler’s lips become bright pink and sparkly, his eyes shaded green, his cheeks rouged orange. You get a puff of gold dust over your whole face. 

The set for your scene is a square of the loft arrayed with some painted boxes meant to resemble storage cabinets or maybe dressers, a narrow cot on a high palette clad in a red and gold shiny blanket with a diamond print on it, a couple metal scoop-seat chairs, and the area is lit with beams from pink and green and blue spotlights depending from rafters. Little camera drones, operated by a couple of the other boys, hover and dart about. 

Kyler, as Captain Kirk, circles around you, grinning, and on his third orbit, he stops in front of you, pulls himself into you and brushes your lips with his wet mouth. “Is there some significance to this action?” you say in your incomprehensible tongue. 

Kyler says that on Earth it is considered a sign of affection. 

“Ah,” you say, “you are trying to seduce me, Captain Kirk!” 

In short order, Kyler peels away his entire costume and paws open your collar and pulls away your unitard and you embrace him naked. He lowers you onto the bed, its foil-like texture kind of rough on your back. He kneels between your ankles, raises your knees and pushes your thighs apart with his head. All you can see of him is the crown of his blond hair as he presses his lips and tongue into your asshole and wets it with a lot of hot spit. The drones move in to catch all these details. You see in the periphery of your vision that a couple of the other boys have opened their pants and are tugging on their cocks while they watch this. 

After a minute or so of eating your boypussy, Kyler reaches out a hand and one of the other guys steps into the set and hands him a tube of Stroke-Z (you figure this will be edited out of the final footage). He stands on his knees, in between your knees and lathers his long, skinny rod with the lube, smashes some of the excess off his fingers into your pucker. He lowers into the fuck and you grab his prick and help guide him in and he cries out and pushes in and sobs a little bit as he breaches your ring and slides in up to his balls. He alternately moans and laughs, his eyes streaming tears, through the whole fuck. He feels good inside you and you grip your stiff dong and stroke it, leaking preek onto your belly. He lets you know when he is going to cum, and he pulls out of your ass and squirts his cocksnot all over your dick and the tight fist that grips it, and a few seconds later you are nutting out, too, and Kyler/Kirk lowers his head to your prick and lets you spatter his oily painted face. 

Later they order a bunch of pizzas and beer and you eat and drink with them while Wang fucks around with editing the scene that you shot with Kyler. Then he shows it on a big screen. It looks like something from a real TV show! Your own performance makes you blush a little bit, but the finished scene looks a lot better than you expected. You can’t even tell how shitty and cheap bedroom set was because now it’s got a lot of electronically-added background details. The cardboard box atomic age vintage computer terminal on Kirk’s desk now has blinking lights and pulsating animated graphics on its fake screen. The completely open back of the “room” now has a wall with shelves holding old books and colorful bent-necked liquor bottles. A throbbing aetherphone musical track has been layered into it and your close-ups are gauzy and glowing as if you had radiated light from under your skin. The spunk on your belly and on Kyler’s cheeks shines like it’s made of mercury. The Star Trek boys are thrilled with their work, and they cheer and laugh and tell you did an awesome job.