#falsesymmetry fanfiction

[mcyt-hc-writing]

this is a hermit secret santa gift for @choco-bloop

hermitcraft season 10/empires season 2 post-canon

characters: falsesymmetry, geminitay

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Gem was dredging the river’s bottom when she spotted her.

Dredging was long, boring work, only rarely interspersed with the excitement of pulling something interesting out of the muck. She would have preferred building castles or breeding sea monsters - but a girl needed to eat, after all.

Even after she saw her, it took Gem a second to realise what she was seeing.

It was False - False in those same old clothes from Empires that she hadn’t worn in over a year. She was floating on the water clutching a piece of driftwood, short hair splayed out behind her head.

“H-help,” False called. “Please…”

Without hesitation, Gem grabbed a life preserver and dove right off the side of her boat.

She paddled over to False with the preserver held under her shoulder, rope spooling out across the surface of the water behind her. “Grab on,” she ordered, taking in False’s bedraggled appearance and the exhaustion writ plan on her face. “I can help carry you, but you need to grab on.”

False coughed, weakly craning her neck to look over at Gem. “...Thank… you…”

“Hold on, I’ll get you on board.”

Clambering up, Gem quickly winched False in. She leaned in as False flopped onto the deck like a fish, coughing up seawater.

“What happened? Are you okay?”

Gem held False up while she gasped and took in air. False’s eyes met Gem’s. 

She looked scared.

“G… gem?”

“It’s me.”

“...how?”

“I saw you in the water,” Gem tried to explain. “Gods, you nearly drowned there.”

“No, how… how are you here?”

“False?” Gem blinked quizzically. “I live here, don’t you remember?”

“But this-” False looked around. “This isn’t Dawn?”

“Dawn?” Gem laid her hand on False’s forehead, feeling for a fever. “False, are you okay?”

She looked over her again. Suddenly, her sodden clothes seemed horribly familiar. A white shirt, dark brown suspenders, and copper-tinted goggles.

“Aren’t you the…” False floundered for a word, “Princess… of Dawn?”

Gem’s heart fell to her heels.

She’d thought False was just a good actor - like she herself was. False seemed to nearly disappear after a while, surely just returning to Hermitcraft when she’d had enough. Right?

‘Hey false’, Gem typed out carefully, ‘where r u rn?’

“Gem?” False asked cautiously. Her eyes were shifty, suspicious. “Where are we?”

And then Gem got a reply.

‘At my base o.O’

“You’re from Empires?” She asked.

False blinked, her expression befuddled. “...Yeah?”

No no no no no no.

On Empires, False had just been a good actor. She’d had fun for a while before returning to her friends on Hermitcraft. That had been it.

Gem had seen her again, time and again. Gem had checked that she wasn’t as scared, as alone as she seemed back then.

And when the fae came-

She’d been warned, right?

Gem didn’t-

-didn’t just leave her again in a crumbling world?

“Gem? Gem? Gem!”

Gem snapped out of her spiral, woozy from hyperventilating.

“You’re…” Gem swallowed uneasily. “You’re on Hermitcraft, False.”

For a second, it suddenly seemed like False wasn’t there anymore. Like she was looking at something far more distant than the nets and barrels of fish.

And then- “I remember her.”

“...uh huh?”

“I don’t remember much,” False explained. “But- I remember her.”

Remember- oh.

“You’re friends with her, aren’t you?”

“I thought I was,” Gem admitted. Before I left you in a dying world and she told me everything was fine.

“Can we go see her?”

She wished she could pretend it didn’t matter.

“I’ll take us right there.”

As her ship traveled up the rivers, Gem could barely focus on steering. Her gaze kept creeping back to False - who seemed nervous and withdrawn, fingers clenched as if around the handle of a sword.

“I’m sorry.”

False looked up at her with surprise. “Pardon me, what?”

Gem stopped the boat and walked over to her. “I’m sorry for leaving you, back when I was the princess of Dawn.”

“It’s okay.” False shrugged. “I think Sausage was the only one who thought about me back then.”

“That’s not true! I did care. I- I just didn’t ask the right person.”

False frowned. “You asked her, didn’t you?”

“I did.”

“I don’t know if that makes me feel better or worse.” False looked to the sky, closing her eyes in remembrance. “I’m sorry too.”

“Wait, what are you sorry for?”

“For leaving you when the moon fell.”

Gem looked at her with wide eyes. “What? That was you?”

“It was- well, it was us,” False explained. “Both of us. We traded places, and- we both promised to you that we’d stay in that bunker. We both wanted you to feel safe, but we didn’t think it would work, so we just- we left.”

Gem’s jaw fell. “You left as well?!”

“We- wait, what do you mean ‘as well’?”

“I felt so bad for leaving you!” Gem explained. “I didn’t think the bunker would work, but I wanted you to feel safe! I tried leaving on one of my deer, and then the deer couldn’t take me so I made a portal, and-”

They just looked at each other wordlessly.

Gem was the first to crack, breaking out into giggles.

False soon followed, and if she sounded a bit panicked, there was no mention made of it.

They ended up sitting side-to-side in bedraggled clothes, letting the boat gently bob on the river’s water. It felt good, like a fresh breeze after a long rain.

“Are we even now?” False asked.

“Of course we are!”

False sighed. “I… I still have to talk to her.”

Gem looked her in the eyes. “If you need to,” she began, “then I’ll be right by your side every step of the way. You got that?”

“Thank you.”

[aries-of-spades]

Ok so I did a li'l project with a fic of mine

Basically, I'd wanted to draw an art peice for every chapter of Zombie Fungus, making them almost like illustrations in a story. This was partially for practice with this sort of thing, and also so I could put them in when I print out my fic to bookbind.

I'd been working on this for a few months, and it was pretty fun choosing what scenes from each chapter were my favorite, or looked the most cinematic in my mind, and then transferring that to drawing.

Also good practice for actually doing thumbnail sketches and using references and values since they're all black and white.

Obviously, spoilers for Zombie Fungus, if you are wanting to read it it's here.

mild body horror for some of these

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Chapter 1, I liked the mental image of Scar floating the items w/ his magic.

Chapter 2, bird. To be fair, not a lot happened in that chapter XD

Chapter 3, it was funny trying to figure out how riding a strider would look and realizing it is not comfortable. But I had to draw this scene.

Chapter 4, Abigail ^^ also IDK why but Ren is always hard to draw for me

Chapter 5, I'm actually really proud of this one for some reason XD (dancing zombie-)

Chapter 6, thinking back, I could have done the falling bookshelf for this, and I'm not sure why I didn't. But I still like how this came out.

Chapter 7, I just really wanted to draw the hug.

Chapter 8, this one was oddly fun to do. It was also funny trying to figure out just how a bloody nose would bleed, only to find internet restrictions not liking that search.

Chapter 9, Love me some movement and effects. Looks like an album cover...

Chapter 10, this one was tedious just because of how many people there were. And then trying to get the lighting right.

Chapter 11, I do like this one, though it's hard to tell False is holding a shovel. Also all I can think of while looking at this is creepypastas 'cause that's what I was listening to while drawing it. So I think she's suitably scary, lol.

Chapter 12, I kinda like how the fire came out. Something about Bdubs' face is off, but I don't really know what and didn't want to go back and change it after finishing.

Chapter 13, of course, I had to draw this scene. I had a pintrest board of faling people for this. The movement was a bit hard to get, but I thinked it worked out. Also expression :)

Chapter 14, this one was... fun. I don't know what to say, other than it would be really hard to explain the context XD But I think the details came out nicely. Living pinecone. Also I keep forgetting Ren's sunglasses.

Chapter 15, this one might just be my favorite out of all of them. The values and the circular layout worked well, and the spooky vibes are there. I really wanted to capture the idea of the ghosts without directly stating it, just like when writing that scene.

Chapter 16, I do like this one, though I feel like the values don't have quite enough contrast. It was interesting trying to figure out what exactly the source block would look like, and just trying to get the general atmosphere. But overall, I like it.

I debated doing one for the epilogue, but couldn't decide on a layout I liked. If that changes I will update this lol.

But yeah, they were super fun to work on, and I totally recomend doing this sort of thing with really any story if you want to practice scenes/backgrounds/just making a drawing look like it would be in a book.

[ravagerrush]

hello my spooky gift recipient @just-illegal-art ! 🎃! i come bearing fic for @mcyt-halloween ! i present to you horror with flower crown stress and false ! 🕸️👻

entire fic, formatted n whatnot, under cut in case you'd rather have it here than on ao3!

When False woke up, she knew that something was terribly, horribly wrong. 

She lay on the floor, while distinctly remembering having gone to bed, tucking into the soft blankets to escape from the cool air of early spring. False was laid face down on the hard stone floor, and her hair must have come untied while she'd slept, as it now pooled around her head in a shallow golden tide.

Humid air made the room stuffy and almost solid with water, and spores floated through the air. 

And she was so itchy. Something at the top of her head scratched – not the itchiness of a mosquito bite, nor the uncomfortable flakiness of dried skin - it was much more like when one walked through brush - briars and thorns and slim branches would prick and pull at your skin, with no clear reason save the piercing pain and the blood flowing down your leg.

Sweat dripped like tears down her face, and her heart pulsed to some alien beat, an unsteady, echoing thumping that throbbed through her full body.

It took far too long for False to even roll over from where she lay on her back. She had to clench what felt like every muscle in her body to even feel solid enough to move. 

As soon as she'd sat up, she tried to False yanked herself up, hooking her arms on the top of her dresser. Leaning unsteadily on the wood, she looked into the mirror she'd only just gotten. False wiped the condensation off of the mirror. Her hand shook as the droplets slid down her arm, and she looked up, a jerky, harsh movement, tearing her eyes from the dressers' top to her face.

Flowers, ranging from delicate pale pink to baby's breath to a deep blue-purple wrapped around False's head like some sort of unholy crown. It wreathed False's face, and made her hair seem more bleached and her face even more pallid from the contrast to the vivid green plant matter.

False could feel the flower crown digging into the top of her head. She could feel it winding its roots through her skull, and into her very brain. It sapped nutrients from her, wrapping itself around every joint and ligament of her body, and made her limbs twitch in foreign and unfamiliar ways.

Without her input, her arm reached over and grabbed the half-empty jug of water. It lifted the jug up, and tried to pour the water into False's mouth. As the jug had been out all day, the water was warm, and somewhat gritty. The thing controlling her didn't seem to have great motor skills, and the water splashed all over False's face. 

It coughed, a wet, heaving thing, and hummed. The humming didn't sound like a conscious noise, or at least one made by a person, but more of the background noise, akin to a heartbeat or the thrum of a motor.

The thing cleared False's throat, and made a horrible, wet, gargling sound. 

"Wha'- I don'- what?"

Words were torn from False's mouth, robbing her of air. She felt her chest heave in confusion, air moving through lungs now thick with mucus and saliva.

"' 'm I in- in False? I- ah."

The thing in her just stood there for a while, shaky and weak. 

It (and False by extension) must have fallen asleep at some point, because she couldn't remember anything after those long, silent moments, with the thing controlling her staring, eyes wide into that mirror.

❁

It was only the next night that False regained any control of her body. 

False had sat through dozens of silent, one-way conversations. More Hermits had come to visit her in the one day the crown was controlling her than every day of the last week, combined. And the thing on her head had worked jerkily through every conversation. If anyone noticed anything off, none of them mentioned it. 

If False could have screamed, she would have.

Her body had woken up halfway through the night, still laid on her bed this time. The thing controlling her had sat up, put its hands onto her face, and cried. As powerless and isolated as False had felt all day, this was just strange. What does one say, in response to this foreign thing controlling you, sobbing? It certainly helped that she couldn't say anything.

Still, False felt a strange sort of need to comfort the crown. 

It wasn't quite on purpose, but it was clear as day that the movement was her own when she awkwardly patted her own hand in some strange form of sympathy for the thing controlling her.

False felt her eyes widen in surprise, though certainly not of her own accord, and heard her breath hitch.

And then it spoke. The thing spoke, to her at least, for the first time. It seemed as if it projected words directly into her brain, a resounding, mid pitched voice echoing and ricocheting around her head as she stood there. 

You're - here? I'm-- I'm sorry 'bout this, False, It said. I really didin' mean to, 'was a mistake. I 'um. Didn' realise you were... there.

And False recognized that voice-- it took a moment to really recognize it, as it was a bit more whispery and raspy, and pitched a bit differently, but the pronunciation, and enunciation was exactly the same as the person who'd pranked her with a new meeting room in a skull not a week before.

"Stress?" False asked, more loudly than she'd meant. She'd meant to whisper, as it was an almost instinctive in the early hours of the morning, or at least the late hours of the night. "Is that you?"

False can taste the crown's (Stress's?) hesitance in her mouth.

...Yes, says the crown, finally. Yeah, it is. 

False's mouth was dry as she asked how this had happened. "I- I saw you yesterday, Stress, or the day before, or- or whenever you showed me Susan. I don't- I don't understand." She said the last sentence desperately, searching for an easy answer in every word she said.

Stress squirmed in a way that no plant should be able to move. Her roots dug into False's hair and skin with discomfort. False hoped that it was unintentional, and more akin to wringing or flapping one's hands than trying to hurt False.

'm a parasite, or something like it, I 'fink.

And okay, that gave something for False to work with. "Okay," she said, slowly. "And why are you on my head." It wasn't exactly a question, but Stress's admission didn't really mean much.

False and Stress were pretty good friends, False thought. False had joined Hermitcraft long before Stress had, but Stress had been friendly, and less of a headache for False to interact with than other Hermits. 

It's not that other Hermits were rude, but most of them expected a bit more in response to what they shared than False was able to give, most of the time. Stress, for all of her high energy and excitement, was quite willing for False to just sit and nod in response to her words.

It wasn't on purpose said Stress. I 'fink it was 'cause you were close. Most hosts didn't, well, er.

False's right arm twitched up, hard, and jerkily maneuvered over to her other hand, and laid down as gently as it could. There were flashing orange bits in the corner of her retina, reminiscent of worms, or perhaps some sort of fly. 

The movement felt wrong down to False's core. She wasn't the one sending the signals down her arm to move it as such, and her body seemed to know it. It moved less smoothly under Stress's command, going against her every wish. 

It was more comfortable, though, now that False knew it was Stress, someone she'd more or less trusted, rather than some sort of other creature.

Most hosts didn't remain conscious, admitted Stress, guiltily.

False could almost see how Stress would have looked at her in that moment, if she'd had a body from which to see. Stress would blink, her large, dark eyes reflecting False's face, thick lashes blinking with tears. The sentence is delivered with the guilt that one might have if they were someone telling a parent that their child had died on their watch.

And False bit down her fear. "Well, I am conscious, I think. Don't know how long that's going to last, but it's something, I suppose."

Yeah, said Stress. 

They sit in silence for a good, long while. 

"It's not as distressing, I think, to have you, well, in me, now that I know who you are. It's almost comforting?"

I've always been alone, in everyone I've been in. 

"Why did you have to leave your last body?" asked False, almost dreading the answer. 

'Twas all rotten, yaknow. Bits came off, and it was all decayed.

False hummes in response. Rot wasn't too bad, and they'd be able to talk to Cleo if needed. 

She relayed as much to Stress.

I can try to, er, de-attach me 'ead. It's probably proper difficult, but I can try. Stress offered, but didn't sound all too inclined to try. 

All said, False wasn't too keen either, but surely they had to try?

And so it was with a vague sense of foreboding, though with significantly less emptiness around her, that False got up, and began to search through her small starter base for anything that they could possibly use for getting out Stress in a safe and timely manner.

❁

The extraction was long and painful.

They had decided to figure it out on their own, as neither felt comfortable enough to go to anyone except maybe Xisuma to do it, and this was something that felt intimate and personal, besides. They could do it on their own.

False had sat on a small mangrove stool by the dresser with tweezers. A small, woven bucket that she'd brought with flowers from Pearl's starter shop sat on a nearby table -- the location for Stress to stay in while they figured out something more comfortable.

First, False's hair had to be cut. She didn't particularly want to, but there was no getting around it -- the base of Stress's crown wouldn't be able to be removed with all of her hair in the way. It was a shame to remove it all, but it had to be done. Stress helped best as she could, but False knew her body better than Stress's two-day nervous system, and soon enough False had a buzzcut, each section of hair cut away individually.

Each root had to be pulled out individually. A single root often stretched on for what had to be an entire meter, despite being thin, strangly little things, and False had to cut small lines crisscrossing her forehead to be able to tug on them with tweezers gently enough to avoid any real damage.

Stress tried as well as she could to not fire any neurons or twitch at all, but False was still cut more than she'd have liked to be.

It wasn't as if it was too technically difficult, as False had done field medicine on herself far too often, and had experience braiding her own hair besides, but it was tedious and hurt all the while.

Stress was unfortunately unable to pull out her tangled roots from False's head as they had gone in. They had grown in almost instinctively, reaching for nerves and tendons as if they were water and light.

's quite difficult y'know, to sit still like this. Stress laughed nervously, the sound tinny and echoing in False's head. Tryin' not to twitch when it all feels somewhat like your own's. Strange to say the least.

False let herself laugh in response, careful to not open wounds any more than she had too.

Eventually, the sun started to peek over the horizon, a beautiful gradient of oranges and purples, and False's hand started to shake. She had been working tirelessly for hours, and her skills started to falter.

Stress's tendril-like roots took over from then on. Enough of her had been pulled from False's scalp that she was really and truly separate from False, and she'd crudely scrawled with one of her vines that she could fix the rest back up while False rested.

False made sure that Stress knew where the silk thread was, so as to better avoid infections afterwards, and fell asleep in what felt like a matter of moments, still upright in her chair. She felt safe and comfortable knowing that Stress was there with her.

[monowritestoomuch]

I Have Had Enough

Fandom: Empires SMP Season 2

Theme: Angsty Jimmy finally lashes out at the others and they have a heart-to-heart over it. 

Word Count: 2033

Notes: SAY IT WITH ME Y’ALL, EPIC THE MUSICAL LYRIC TITLE. I have zero motivation to write right now so I’m sorry this might be bad. I have two more days and those haven't been started yet unfortunately. I have a medical procedure tomorrow so it depends on whether day 7 will come out on time. Sorry! 

In addition, this does not portray Joel in a positive light, placing him in more of an antagonistic light. It also paints FWhip negatively. This is not the content creators, it is their characters inside of Empires SMP season 2. Don’t like, don’t read. Enjoy!

Jimmy was just restocking his gunpowder wagon, preparing to make some trades with the villagers and check on his people. There would be a meeting between the emperors today and it was to take place in his empire, and that it was to be a simple meeting. He wished that was all that would become of that day, but alas, he was unfortunately incorrect. 

“Ohhh Jimmy!” A voice called out. A figure with mahogany hair landed on the sheriff’s building. The individual wore an ivory chiton with a golden clasp around the shoulder, laced brown sandals and possessed a striking mahogany beard. Joel had arrived first. 

Jimmy let out a sigh of annoyance. “What do you want Joel?” he asked, exhaustion clear in his tone. 

“Just here for the meeting,” he started, a mischievous smile appearing on his face. “Toy-boy,” he teased, grinning like a madman. 

Jimmy gritted his teeth, the winds of the desert blowing aptly as his anger increased. “Don’t call me that,” he hissed. 

“Or what?” Joel mocked. “What will you do, sheriff? Arrest me?” He laughed, running a hand through his thick hair and over the green streak. 

“Leave myself and my people alone, Joel,” Jimmy warned, glaring at the taller man. “I won’t ask again.” 

Joel laughed cynically, jumping down from the building. He walked up to Jimmy, practically towering over the sheriff. 

Many of the villagers avoided the confrontation of the two rulers. The ones who didn’t however, looked on with disdain at the pair. 

“You’ve already put up those walls that I took down,” Jimmy snarled, a hand to his holster. “And I’ve reminded you many times of what will happen if you don’t listen and listen well.”

Joel laughed again. “That you’ll what? Arrest me?” He craned his head down to meet eyes with Jimmy. “You already tried that, and news flash, it didn’t work.”

Joel lifted his head and backed away, grinning cynically. 

There was a flutter of cloth and someone landed not far from the previously bickering pair. Their auburn hair fluttered in the light winds, green eyes shining like emeralds in contrast to the dry dusts of Tumble Town. They wore a dress that resembled a monarch butterfly from the grasslands regions. Princess Gem had arrived second. 

“Gem,” Jimmy greeted curtly, turning to her. 

“Hello Jimmy,” she greeted in return, before turning to Joel. “Good afternoon Joel.”

“Gem!” Joel greeted, sending a sly smile in Jimmy’s direction before turning to smile at Gem. “Thought I’d missed the meeting for a moment,” he joked. 

She simply laughed in return and started to strike up a conversation with the fake god for the next few minutes. 

Little by little, the other emperors arrived, one after the next. Sausage was the last one to arrive, spouting something about having to walk Bubbles and losing track of time. 

And with him arriving, the meeting went underway. Simple diplomatic discussions occurred. Princess Gem and Emperor Lizzie talked about trade routes while Emperor Pixlriffs and Emperor False conversed upon architecture. Jimmy himself was discussing gunpowder trade with Emperor Scott, who sat beside him to his right. 

It seemed the meeting was passing by peacefully and was wrapping up. Jimmy was ending the meeting when Joel rudely called out. 

“You haven’t forgotten, have you, toy boy?” he asked, malice clear in his tone. 

Jimmy took a deep breath, attempting to steel his anger. He could hear some of the other emperors snickering in the background. “What have I forgotten, Joel?” 

“Don’t you have to make your little speech about the ‘law of the land’?” he mocked, a sly smile splitting across his face. “Don’t you, toy sheriff?”

“That is enough, Joel,” Jimmy responded through gritted teeth. He was quickly losing his patience with the taller man, attempting to keep his calm at the diplomatic meeting long enough to break his silence into rage in private. 

“It’s fine Jimmy,” FWhip interrupted, rolling his eyes. “It’s just a joke.” 

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“Yeah Jim,” Joel added, his voice waning. “Why can’t you just take a joke?”

W̷̛̲̱̞̗̖̥̎͛̅͐̔͘h̴̛̖̖̩͖͎̩̟̱̪̺̊̔̿̌͆͗̆̓̈́͑̓͌̽ÿ̴̺͖͓̦̫̝̥̗̤̱̟̰̱͔́̅͒̐̈́͋̽̒͊̒̍̚͘͠ ̷̛̦̣͈͎͚͕̱̪̘̥̱̞̳̗͕̔͛̈͑́̓̄͛̅̆̏͝͠c̶͉̙̣͎͓̩̱͎͛̂̍̋̐͒͛̅̓̎̀̇͂̈́͋a̷̭̅̒̑͝ņ̶̡̠̗̦̟̺̩̈́̓̀͜͝͝͝'̷̭͕̯̮̣̪̹̖͎̱̬̀̃͑͜ͅţ̷̯̞̞̼̖͉̭̰͎̬̽ ̷̧̨̧̲̲̰͇̱̠̪̾̓̾̒̂̒͊̔͛̍ÿ̶̢̲͇̲̹̺́̒͘o̸̖͔̬̱̓͊ủ̷̝̂̋͌̅̈́̊͛̓͊͑ ̵̡͚̯̎̀̀̇̿͒͒͒̀̈̂̕j̶̗͈͛ṳ̵̊s̶̋̌̈̈́̏̑͊̓̚͠ͅt̸̛̬̙͉͙̤͍͈̀͋̑͜ ̶̦̫͇̝̦̬͖̳̿̀̈̿͌̐͂̓̊ͅt̵̬͙̩̅̿͆̈͊̀̋̂̓͛̐̓͘͝ä̷̡̭́̌͂̈́̋̐̏̃̍̓̀ͅķ̸̺͉̪̞͇̖̦̦̗̟͓͔̌̀̍́̉͊͗e̸̺̩̒̈͋͝ ̷̛̼̞̻̩̬̅͂̐̓̓̾̀̑̂̏̋͂ą̴̛̩̻̪̖͕̼̬͎̟̻̓͊̾̓̇͑̃͐̾̾́͝ ̴̖̦͙̰̞̥̒̂̂͑͑͐͘ͅj̵̡̛̻̼͙̭̈͋͒̂́̌̈́̋̉̋̔̕ò̶̥̝̳̹͔͈̺͚̪͓͍̖͔̥̣̉̈́̈́̈́̈́̈́̃̿̾͑̿̈́̕ḳ̵̢̧̨̬̝̘̖̾̀̃̾̄ͅę̴̗̰̲͍̳̪̻̫͇̎͆͑̄́́́̈́̍͆̆̒̕͘͜͝ͅ,̸̢̝̖̦͇͇̹͙̯̣̤̌͌̆̚ͅ ̵̛͕̰̫̲͎J̵̬̙̙̲̱̗̾̀͆͊̆͛̇̍͗͗̍͑̎͘i̶̯̬̽͐͊̽̊̒̈́̃̀͘͘̚͝m̶̖̳̣̫̜̮̿͒̽̋̆̍͋͆̋̕͜m̸̡̱͈̣̣̤̦̤͊͑̕y̴̨̡̠̼͉̜͈͈͐̍͌?̸̞̗̘͖̞̌͒̀͌̐͒̓ͅ

Steel your anger. Jimmy reminded himself mentally. Don’t let them get to you.

“Just–” Jimmy paused, pushing his shoulders backwards as he chose to ignore their mocking statements. He silently prayed that they would go away on their own. “Understand that laws exist for a reason, and that reason is to keep our people safe and happy.” Jimmy stood up, placing his hands on the table. “For the betterment of our empires and the people within them.”

Joel scoffed and rolled his eyes. “There he goes again,” he spoke, his voice carrying a tone of annoyance. 

Jimmy took a breath in and out, attempting to ignore Joel’s statements. “And people who fail to follow those laws are punished by a fair judicial system,” Jimmy continued.

“Fair,” Joel scoffed. “Says the man who locked up a god for some words.”

Jimmy steeled his resolve, his hands gripping at the edges of the wooden table. He would only get what he wanted if Jimmy reacted.

“You know what I think, Jimmy,” Joel asked, standing up and combing a hand through his hair. A mocking smile spread across his face as he spoke. “You abuse your power just because you’re a small, fragile, weak man, who isn’t even a man,” he paused, meeting Jimmy’s eyes. “Because he’s a toy who plays pretend with the world because he has no real power.” He glared through his gaze, a sly smile still etched on his face. “Isn’t that right, toy boy?”

Jimmy’s hands went to his sides, anger pumping through his veins. He kept his head down as he walked towards Joel, fists shaking in anger. 

He stopped once he was only a few inches away from Joel, fists still clenched, the eyes of the other emperors watching in quiet suspense as to what would occur next.

“You know what Joel?” Jimmy said, his tone blank. He raised his head. “Fuck you,” he seethed through gritted teeth as his fist connected with Joel’s face, hitting him square in the nose. 

The godman in question, fell to the ground, clutching his nose as blood seeped from it. “You psychopath!” he shouted, clutching his bleeding nose which was bruising by the second. 

For once, Jimmy didn’t listen. He paid no mind to the shallow man who screamed obscenities about Jimmy, for he paid no care. He simply turned on his heel and walked out of the building, ignoring the shouted protests from some of the other empires. 

Jimmy’s rage burned like fire in his soul as he walked off away from the meeting hall. He walked around to the ranch. Him and Tango’s ranch. If only he was here with him. 

He sat on the front step, clicking his boots a few times before turning around and punching the door. He didn’t punch hard enough for it to break, nor dent. All it did was leave his hand throbbing and his rage dissolving into sorrow. 

His shoulders shook as tears fell from his eyes. His vision blurred as those few tears turned into sobs. His hat fell from his head into the dusty ground below as his torso shook. He sat there, sobs wracking his body as thoughts clouded his mind as if to judge himself and all his sins. 

And suddenly, there was a hand on his back. 

He turned, and there he stood. The cyan haired, llama-loving emperor, who held out his arms as if to envelop Jimmy. 

And he did. Jimmy hurled himself into the cyan-haired emperor’s body, sobbing harder. 

Scott just sat there, rubbing Jimmy’s back and keeping his arms around the avian man. 

Eventually, Jimmy’s sobs calmed and he sniffed, excusing himself from Scott’s hold and looking towards him. 

“So,” Scott started, keeping Jimmy’s gaze. “You finally snapped.”

Jimmy sat in silence before he spoke, voice hoarse. “He got what was coming to him.”

“Yeah,” Scott admitted. “He kind of did.” Scott looked to the distance of Tumble Town before meeting Jimmy’s gaze again. “But breaking his nose was a bit far, no?”

“If you’re just here to lecture me, Scott, then leave,” Jimmy told the cyan-haired emperor blankly. “I don’t want to hear it.”

“I’m not here to lecture you,” Scott stated. “He went too far.”

“When hasn’t he, Scott?” Jimmy asked, anger burning fresh through his bones. “He always seems to joke about I’m just a little toy man with no power and that he won’t respect me because he's better. Because he’s a god,” Jimmy hissed. “Well let me tell you something Scott, he’s a fake god, a false. And he’s a tormenting tyrant!” he shouted. 

“Jimmy–” Scott started, his tone turning from slow empathy to slight pity. 

“No Scott,” Jimmy interrupted. “You don’t know how it feels to constantly be compared and harassed and mocked, Scott! Mocked! Every single day! Do you know how exhausting that is?” he asked, rhetorically. “Do you know how much it hurts, every single time?” 

Scott didn’t respond, silence as his answer. 

“You don’t, because you’re one of them,” Jimmy snarled. “You’ve mocked me too and now you have to audacity to try and comfort me as a part of the problem?!” he yelled. 

Guilt hung heavy in Scott’s mismatched eyes. To Jimmy, that was an admission. 

“No, I won’t stand for it,” he spoke quietly, standing up and walking down the steps, picking up his hat before standing in front of Scott. “The next person who mocks me–who thinks it is funny to pick on a man smaller than himself–will not have a voice to mock with.” 

“I’m done, Scott. I’m just done,” Jimmy finished. 

“Jimmy?” a voice called. The voice was like honey in a warm cup of tea. Gem. 

“Gem,” Jimmy greeted, unable to meet his fellow emperor’s gaze. 

“I’m sorry,” she apologized. “I’m sorry that I let this go on as long as I did, standing by. I’m sorry I did nothing to stop it.” 

“As am I,” another voice apologized, rich and accented. “And I’m sorry about telling you to keep up the walls as if it was my empire, not yours. It should’ve been your decision.”

Arms wrapped around Jimmy but they weren’t by the man with cyan hair, no, but a man with rich oak hair, who smelt of the woodlands. “I too, am sorry hermano. I should’ve helped you, but instead I only thought of it as a lighthearted joke. But it wasn’t, not to you.” 

One by one, other emperors apologized, even Joey, who Jimmy had barely even talked to previously. Even FWhip, who Jimmy had previously fired. Even Oli, who had no reason to be nice to Jimmy, due to the cage and being mocked by everyone else as well. Every other emperor had apologized until only Joel was left. 

“I’m–” Joel paused, the eyes of the other emperors on him. Some glaring whilst others gave him looks of distilled disappointment and disdain. “I’m sorry, Jimmy. I’m sorry that I never stopped mocking you, even when you asked me to do so. I’m sorry that I put up the walls and compared you to toys. And–” Joel met Jimmy’s gaze, but he wasn’t glaring at him slyly–no, his eyes were full of guilt. “I’m sorry, for always treating you as a lesser man than I am.”

Jimmy chuckled wetly. “You called yourself a man,” he attempted to joke. “You really are a phony god.”

“I–” Joel sputtered in disbelief while some of the other emperors chortled and snickered. 

Sausage let Jimmy go, turning to face him. He grabbed his shoulders, squeezing them softly. “From now on, we will listen to you. We will listen when you tell us not to say or do something that you dislike–and we will actually listen, not pretend,” he gave some of the other emperors a look before turning back to Jimmy. “And we will help you. When you need us–whenever you need us, we’ll be there.”

Jimmy smiled gratefully at Sausage and looked to the other emperors, before turning his gaze back to the man. “I’d–” he paused. “I’d like that.”

Notes: Holy shit I’m finally done it’s almost midnight. 

[floef-likes-minecraft]

Flight of the Silverbird

Based on: Flight of the Silverbird - by Two Steps From Hell Words: 1072 Keep in mind that this was written before the actual Decked Out tour happened and that these are just my personal headcannons for which characters have wings or not. Enjoy!

Five men stood atop a tower high in the snowy mountains. One with white wings, one with black wings, one with yellow wings, one with multicolored wings and one without wings. In front of them a sprawling Elytra course built by False, its path going through and around her base and the mountains it was located in. Dark wooden rings signified the route the contestants had to take and only one of them had flown this course before. He’d done it multiple times even, so none of the other contestants really expected to beat him. Yet, this would be their only chance to run this course as after today chances were slim they could ever get on this Server again.

“Are you ready?” False asked. She stood at the edge of the tower, awfully close for someone who wasn’t wearing her Elytra currently. Her five contestants nodded, though one did raise his hand.

“I don’t mean to be rude,” Jimmy started. “But Skizz… where are your wings?”

The entire setup of this little competition was for the winged Players that were around. Skizz had confidently joined the other four, but he had no feathery appendages like the them. Yet, a brilliant smile appeared on his face.

“Don’t worry about me, Jimmy Jiggles,” he assured him. “You’ll see once I come zooming past ya!”

Impulse, who had joined them on the tower to watch them take off, snickered but didn’t elaborate any further. He’d known Skizz his entire life and knew what trick he had up his sleeve. There was no way Skizz was going to win from the other participants, but he might just beat Jimmy who wasn’t a very experienced flyer himself yet.

“Ren is waiting for you at the end of the course,” False explained as the five of them lined up next to her. “His decision in who finishes first if final, no discussion. Clear?”

“Clear as day, ma’am,” Philza said as he pulled his hat tighter on his head. He wouldn’t want to lose it on the Hermitcraft Server, because he would probably never see it again. Him being here was a unicum on it’s own. He had been lucky enough to be invited by one of the Hermits to play this game called Decked Out, but with the amount of people around today there was a lot of waiting involved. Luckily, there were plenty of activities to do here so it really wasn’t a bother. The amount of inspiration he had already gotten by seeing just a small part of the Server was mind blowing. These Players were insane.

“Don’t take it to hard on yourself if you lose,” Grian stretched lazily with a clear confidence in his voice. He had flown this course plenty of times before and was the current record holder of the Server. There was no way some outsider was going to beat him. He wasn’t going to let that happen, his pride probably couldn’t handle it. “I know this course pretty well.”

“We all know what an advantage that can be,” Scott, the last participant, joked and Philza couldn’t help but snicker. Scott was just glad to be here, or that was what he kept telling himself. He did want to win if only for the look on Grians face. It would be priceless.

False checked her communicator one last time, then told the participants to get ready. There wasn’t enough room for them to spread their wings, but they all bent their knees ready to jump straight of the tower and into the open air. Skizz bent down, his hands on the edge of the wood like a swimmer about to dive into the water. False also had no clue how he thought he was going to participate, but who was she to complain? This wasn’t her idea, it was just her course and she was glad some other Players than Hermits seemed to enjoy it.

When False gave the go sign, they all dove off. Philza spread his pitch black wings and they were so large Jimmy had to swerve out of the way not to get hit. Grian, nimble and quick of his starting position as he was looked to be the first one to get to the first ring. Scott took a higher route, getting out of the hassle at the start.

Skizz dove straight down and out of sight for False and Impulse. False looked at Impulse, who just shrugged with a grin on his face. Then, a jovial shout could be heard from below, echoing through the mountains and a figure shot up into the air. A figure with black hair and a black suit with ripped sleeves. Ripped sleeves and… wings for arm. Skizz’s arms had been replaced by two cream colored, feathered wings roughly the size of his arms. Another thing False noticed was the glowing halo hovering over his head as he followed the others with an impressive speed.

“Huh,” False said as they all disappeared behind the mountains, the sound of flapping wings fading into the distance. “I didn’t know Skizz was an Angel.”

“An End Angel,” Impulse corrected her with pride. “He doesn’t like to be flashy about it, most of the times. He’s also not that good of a flyer, to be honest.”

“The move he pulled was cool nonetheless,” False had to admit. She wasn’t exactly sure how End Angels were different from just general Celestials but she figured Impulse might not even know that himself. She should ask Gem someday, she would know.

“So, who do you think is going to win?” Impulse asked as he watched what he supposed where Grian and Philza dive around a mountain and out of view once again.

“Oh, Grian,” False said with confidence. “He knows the route. But, give Philza half a day to practice and Grian is toast. Grian might be more nimble and better at maneuvering around but I think Philza will catch up to him easily on the long straight with those gigantic wings of him. He’s simply more experienced.”

“Well, if you say so,” Impulse said though he didn’t sound like he quite believed her. He had to have faith in the Hermit he had known for so long. “In that case, who is going to lose?”

“Don’t ask that, that’s mean,” False said with a short chuckle, after which she continued. “But Jimmy will be last.”

[choco-bloop]

:)

Enjoy another chapter for my Twin Syms fic! This is mostly getting Gem caught up on events, mostly :)

[peridotglimmer]

For the there was only one bed prompts: 13 for False and Cleo?

schaumi you have blessed me with this prompt, i love it so much. this uh turned out a lot longer than expected. count on me to suddenly write 1K of fluff. have some fluff featuring a pining idiot cleo. content warning for alcohol consumption. rated t due to cleo's vocabulary.

"I can take the floor?" "No it's alright, besides it's big enough for the both of us."

Suite Night

"Ugh." Cleo sighed, following False into the hotel suite. "I love X, but next time he and Keralis fall ill he can get someone else to fill in for him." She dropped her suitcase near the door. There was probably a stand somewhere, the hotel had four stars after all, but she couldn't be bothered. False chuckled.

"It's not that bad. The representatives weren't too bad this year!" She stretched, and her powder blue dress shirt came free from the waistband of her skirt, exposing the slightest strip of her bare abdomen. Cleo raised an eyebrow.

"We're we talking to the same idiots?" They walked up to False and pressed the back of their hand to the other woman's forehead. "You haven't got a fever, so you're not delirious. I counted three separate comments on your breasts, one on my arse, four zombie racists, and I stopped tallying the amount of times I got misgendered after seven." False's shoulders and face dropped, and Cleo immediately felt like biting her own tongue off.

"I really am sorry about that, Cleo. The sponsors, they're old money. Stuck in their ways."

"Even super glue has a solvent," Cleo muttered. They sighed. "Thank you for correcting them when I got tired of it, I do appreciate it." Smiling, False replied: "You're welcome."

"Well then." Cleo awkwardly cleared her throat. "I'm about ready to tear this penguin suit off and sleep for twelve glorious, uninterrupted hours before this circus starts all over again."

"Hm, I could go for a shower before bed." False was already digging through her duffel bag and retrieving various items.

"You do that; I'll order us something to drink and to snack on and pick a bed." Cleo grinned, already on their way to the phone.

"I'll take an ice cold white wine," False decided. "I won't be long." Cleo nodded, and False disappeared into the bathroom. It was a decently large suite, with a seating area with a tv and a dining table with room for two. The entire hotel was booked, with all servers looking to find sponsors for the new season. Xisuma had gotten lucky when he booked that there was a suite available at all.

The receptionist had a pleasant voice and took Cleo's order of a chilled bottle of white and a variety of charcuterie, put it on Mr Void's invoice. If Cleo was stuck here playing lust object for old white men, she was at least getting some decadent snacks out of it. The kitchen informed her they would bring it up to them within fifteen minutes, which would be just long enough for Cleo to choose the bed they wanted. Grabbing their suitcase, they walked over to the ensuite.

"Oh crap."

There was only one, king-sized bed.

Fuck! Xisuma had booked the room for himself and Keralis, of course they wouldn't want separate beds! No-one had thought of that when she and False had rushed to the event in their place this morning. Now what?

Cleo wasn't sure how long she had been standing in the doorway, but suddenly she heard False's voice behind her: "Claimed the nicest bed for yourself yet?"

"Uh. About that." Cleo stepped aside, trying not to stare at False as she entered the room clad only in an oversized tee.

"Oh." False bit her lip. "Guess this was booked for our lovebirds, huh?" She walked up to the bed and picked a rose petal off of the sheets.

"Yeah, but it's fine. I can sleep on the floor!" Cleo blurted out. They ran a hand through their hair. "I'm sure I can ask for a cot or an extra mattress or something. It's fine!" Her voice had gone up an entire octave as she spoke.

"Don't be ridiculous, Cleo." False turned to face her. "It's more than big enough for the both of us. I don't mind sharing." Suddenly, her voice got quieter. "... unless you do? Mind?"

"No, not at all!" Cleo really needed to get their volume and pitch under control. "We can-- yeah, we can share!" False yawned.

"Great. Then I vote for wine in bed, because I'm going to have to wear heels for at least five hours tomorrow as well as dance in them, and I want to get my feet up for as long as I possibly can in advance." A knock sounded at the door. Room service! "I'll go get the door so you can change. Just yell when you're ready, yeah?" Cleo nodded wordlessly.

As Cleo opened their suitcase, they cursed quietly. Out of all things she could have grabbed to wear to bed, why did it have to be an old tee and baggy shorts? She had blindly taken some things from her wardrobe this morning, and this is what she had ended up with. At least there weren't any holes in them, they supposed. Cleo quickly took off her suit and changed into her nightclothes. She replaced the bandage on her bite with a fresh clean one, and pulled her hair into a ponytail.

"Ready!" they yelled into the general direction of False when they had shoved their suitcase under the bed and had gathered the rose petals into a small pile on one of the nightstands. The blonde quickly reappeared in the bedroom, carefully carrying a tray with Cleo's order on it.

"Great choices," False commented as she placed the tray on the foot of the bed. "This looks amazing. Got a preference for a side?" She motioned at the bed.

"I prefer to be furthest from the windows," Cleo admitted. "Sunlight's not deadly, but it's not comfortable either."

"You got it!" False elegantly climbed into the far side of the bed, taking care not to kick their wine or snacks. Once Cleo had gotten in on the other side, False admitted: "I do feel bad for Xisuma and Keralis. This was supposed to be their date night, I guess."

"We'll have to make sure we enjoy it on their behalf then," Cleo replied without thinking. When they realised what they had just said, they stammered: "I mean, uh..." False smiled and handed her a glass of wine.

"I think I get what you mean. Cheers." As their glasses touched, False pressed a kiss to Cleo's cheek. "Out of all the Hermits I could be sharing a bed with right now, I'm happy it's you."

"Yeah..." Cleo fell quiet and quickly took a sip of their wine. False grabbed the remote control from her nightstand.

"Wanna watch some bad late-night TV?" Cleo breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sounds good to me." False smiled, and Cleo had to remind herself to breathe. As the noise of some random talkshow filled the room, False shifted closer to her so she could grab a piece of cheese. Their thighs touched, sending electricity down Cleo's spine. They tried to stay calm as False nestled herself against their side, her head resting against their chest. If she noticed how fast Cleo's heart was beating, she didn't say a thing.

"Glad it's you," False repeated, already beginning to sound sleepy.

"Me too," Cleo replied this time. "Me too."

[jaz-it-up]

When the Hermits defeated the Herald, they brought the magic of the vault gods with them. But the gods themselves are still stuck in the realm of the Vaults, and their powers are being drained by the distance between the realms. Do their four chosen heroes - Idona's Red Hand, Wendarr's Stargazer, Velara's Blossom and Tenos' Weapon - have what it takes to rescue the gods, or will their dreams go dark?

new fic dropped! this is my final fic for @treebarktitleswap and i'm very excited about it! feel free to ask questions about it, i love talking about my writing

[oceanera12]

Not sure if this still is going, or if this has been done, but could you have authors note/behind the scenes thinking on False's chapter from Built Family?

HI EP!!! Ignore that you sent this a long, long, long time ago it's fine I'm slow I know--

Yes, it's still going, and yes. I can do False's chapter(s).

Once again, to anyone who wants to read the chapter:

There you go. Now, on to the breakdown!

False's chapter, I knew from the start, was going to be long. Previous Hermits had gotten a bit of backstory, but not to the extent that False did. We didn't see Xisuma's people wiped out. We didn't see Joe's full rampage as Herobrine. We didn't see Mumbo's full work at Protech. Heck, we didn't even see Cle's server get wiped out by Protech. But the Watcher's wiping out False's server felt too important to just summarize or have happen off screen.

I had a few ideas for False, but I knew I wanted her to be a fighter.

I was originally going to have False and her Mom be a survival duo. Single Mom and her assassin daughter against the entire server. And while I enjoyed the idea, I decided against it. Not sure why but the adoptive fathers' angle just fit better with the vibe I wanted to do with False.

On a note of False's Dads, I would like to clarify: Sym and Gerrick were not romantically involved with each other in any way. Gerrick was his right-hand man, but Sym is ace in my head. Both see False as their adoptive daughter and are co-parenting but not romantically involved.

False had probably the most rushed introduction, but then had this really long, "Oh no, everyone is getting killed by winged demon/eldritch horrors" and, I'll be completely honest: that was not my intention at the start. I knew I wanted to show at least part of the server's destruction, but it just. Kept. Going.

I wanted people to hate the Watchers. I wanted to address the "some writers have the Watchers as redeemable/some of them are good or at the very least, redeemable." This version of the Watchers: Not redeemable. Yeah, we know they did something bad to Xisuma and Void but it's very vague as what exactly happened to them. I wanted to paint a very clear picture of: "These people are bad and 100% deserve what X is about to bring upon them."

I wanted to show that Watchers are not invincible, but it is very hard to actually kill them. Honestly, the only reason these players were able to kill as many Watchers as they did was because they have been fighting for years. In False's case, her entire life. These are professional killers and most of them were wiped out by five of these things. The only reason any of them survived was because Xisuma and company showed up.

It was at that point that I knew I had to split the chapter into two, partially because of how long it was and partially because the moment

False staying on the server wasn't really planned either. But, I quickly realized that, at that moment, she was grieving. She had accepted that she was going to die. The two people who cared about her the most were dead and she was going to follow them. But now, she wasn't dead. And she wasn't sure what to do.

Xisuma was the only person who could reach out to her (Cleo could have done it as well but seeing as she wasn't there at the moment--) and understand what it was like to lose everything you cared about.

Originally, I wanted to show more of the "hubs between worlds" but I didn't have time for it. I debated if False needed new clothes, but determined that she would have had more militaristic gear, not her Minecraft skin. The coat being both Sym's sniper and a piece of clothing was a last minute addition, but I didn't want False walking around with a sniper for a few reasons.

The main one being that I didn't feel like she would heal with it because she' never take it off, keeping her in the anarchy mindset. A knife is fine, because it is small, easy to forget. A sniper? Not so much.

Miscommunication! Not just the only form of drama for rom-coms, but also between friends and family, lol. I knew False would never have the courage to ask to stay. She had to wait for an invite.

... Which the Hermits forgot to give. A common mistake in their earlier days, but they get better.

I can't think of anything else but this note turned out a lot like False's arc.

Long.

[mcyt-hc-writing]

I've finished my fic for the MCYTblr AuFest (Summer 2023)! It's a Hermitcraft fic featuring GeminiTay, ZombieCleo, PearlescentMoon, Falsesymmetry, and Xisumavoid. I'll post new chapters daily! Massive thanks to @leopardmask-ao3, @mrfroag, and @sand-stinger Link here.

[strayleafs]

If anyone has a pdf of this fic I am begging please send it to me I will do anything !!

a small chance at redemption by Aria_Cinabun is a false/hermitgals centered longfic (it’s like 125kish) in a fantasy-magic type world. it’s one of my favorites and criminally underrated. oh and also techno n some other nonhermit mcyt are there too :D

*reads the first chapter* Oh! Yes, yes this intrigues me.

I shall see about binging this one soon. 71 chapters is... a lot, and I do still need to get through a few other long-form ones I've been slowly picking through (Caught in the Spider's Web is... so long, lol)

But thanks for the rec! I'll definitely be reading this one.

[hermitadaymay]

"You know what's better than budget cuts? Stealing." -FalseSymmetry

Today is FalseSymmetry day! Post your False-related fanwork of any kind with the tag #hermitaday for a chance to be featured on the @hermitadaymay blog!

Fanfiction can also be posted on AO3 to the Hermit-a-Day May ‘24 collection.

Help us support Gamers Outreach in their quest to bring gaming to kids spending time in the hospital!

[mcyt-hoes]

hi hello everybody im grian and welcome to our new blog!!!! main is @chara--system and we have many other blogs including but not limited to @homostuckfuckers and @shittilydrawnnepeta!

(we are bodily 18 btw)

ill try to include all of us here bit keep in mind theres a ton of us here!

Etho (He/Him), Ethoes (He/She), Ezekiel (He/Him), Joshua (He/Him), and Leo (He/Him) are all Etho introjects. Etho is from a fanfiction, Ethoes is from the hermitstuck au, Ezekiel is from double life, and idk Joshua and Leo exist ig, they're both Ethos but no idea from what.

Gem (She/They), Gemini (She/Her), Taylor (She/Her), Lia (She/Her), and Nadia (She/Her) are all different Geminitay fictives. Gem is her arachnid origin from afterlife, Gemini is her esmp1 character, Taylor is her blaze origin in new life, Nadia is from secret life, and Lia is from hermitcraft 10.

There's me (He/Him) and Twilight (Any Pronouns), we are both multisourced Grain introjects. My sources are cc!Grian and his hc9 persona, while Twilight's are hc in general and evo. There's also Shadi (He/Him) and Zach (She/Him). Shadi is from hc10 and Zach is from the ddvau.

Charlie (He/They) and Gegg (Any Pronouns) are both Slimecicle fictives. Charlie is his qsmp character and Gegg is his qsmp characters egg character.

Colin (They/Ice), Marty (He/Him), Martyn (He/Him), and Matthew (He/Him) are all InTheLittleWood fictives. Colin is his chillager origin from new life, Marty is his piratessmp character, Martyn is his 3rd life character, and Matthew is his limited life character.

Jimmy (He/Him) and Jim (He/Him) are both Solidarity fictives. Jimmy is his esmp1 character and Jim is his esmp2 character.

Cat (It/Paw/She), Grace (She/They), Shelby (Any Pronouns), Shrub (She/They), Shub (She/Birb), and Shubble (She/They) are all Shubble fictives! Cat, Shelby and Shub are all different afterlife origins. Grace and Shrub are the two different empire seasons, and Shubble is her originssmp character.

Flor (He/Him), Major (He/Ice), and Scott (He/Him) are all Smajor fictives. Flor is esmp2, Major is esmp1, and Scott is his mothling origin from afterlife.

Bug (He/Him), Keki (They/He), Myth (He/Him), Sal (He/Him), and Sausage (He/Him) are all mythicalsausage fictives. Everyone except Sausage is a different afterlife origin and Sausage is his esmp2 character.

Tango (He/Him) and Damien (He/Him) are both TangoTek introjects. Tango is both life series and hermitcraft and Damien is hc9.

Joel (Any Pronouns), Luke (He/Him), and Maddix (He/Him) are all Smallishbeans fictives. Joel is from esmp1, Luke is from hc10, and Maddix is from double life.

Pearl (She/They) and Zaina (She/Her) are both PearlecentMoon fictives. Pearl is from double life and Zaina is from hc10.

Everyone else we only have 1 of.

Eret (Any Pronouns) is cc!Eret, Tommy (He/Him) is cc!Tommyinnit, and Tubbo (Bee/Buzz) is cc!Tubbo.

Oliver (He/End) is cc!TheOrionSound and his enderian origin from afterlife, Doc (He/Him) is cc!Docm77 and his hermitcraft persona, and Scar (He/Him) is cc!Goodtimeswithscar and his hermitcraft persona.

False (She/They) is FalseSymmetry's esmp character, Bdubs (He/Him) is from doublelife, Owen (He/They) is Owengejuicetv's piratessmp character, Boosfer (He/Him) is just Boosfer from his videos, Ren (He/Him) is from 3rd life, Mumbo (He/They) is from hermitcraft, Jaunaflippa (She/Her) is Charlie's and Mariana's egg child from qsmp, Lizzie (She/Her) is from esmp1, Red (He/Him) is from lifesteal, Kab (She/They) is from lifesteal, Cub (He/Him) is from Hermitcraft, Iskall (He/Him) is from hermitcraft, Joe (Amy Pronouns) is from hermitcraft, Stress (She/Her) is from hermitcraft, Evbo (He/They) is from Parkour Civilization, Impulse (He/Him) is from double life, Ren (He/Him) is from 3rd life, Sparrow (Any Pronouns) is from new life, Wels (He/Him) is from hermitcraft, Xb (He/Him) is from hermitcraft, Xisuma (He/Void) is from hermitcraft, and Zedaph (She/Bun/Faun) is from hermitcraft.

...There's also Jalastor (Any Pronouns), uh Joe Hills and Alastor from hazbin hotel combined into one person. Don't Ask.

[choco-bloop]

So uh. I might have written something. :)

My brain decided I haven't given False enough problems in my other fics so here's more :")

[strayleafs]

please if someone finds this or has a pdf i will do anything

Looking for a fanfic

Anyone know where to find this fic by Aria_Cinabun called A Small Chance at Redemption. It’s False-centric and i’ve been searching all over and can’t find it.

[peridotglimmer]

It's Kinktober!!

For Kinktober this year, I'm using my own prompt list and doing 31 ficlets varying in length from flash fiction to well over 2k words for 31 different ships. So far, they're from 10 different fandoms, but I'm not completely done yet!

First up, Day 1: Decoration Prompt: Collars

Hermitcraft, Rated M, False/Cleo

Cleo has a present for False.

Kinktober 2023 ficlets series here | 2022 here | 2021 here | 2020 here