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moriiartist · 3 years ago

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DON’T KISS AND TELL (PLEASE DO)

۫ ּ ִֶָ ࣪✦ PAIRING \ C!GoodTimesWithScar x GN!Reader

۫ ּ ִֶָ ࣪✦ SYNOPSIS \ To say that you had a crush on Scar was an understatement- it seemed like you had been pining for the man forever. However, despite your desire for more, you are firm on not doing anything to ruin your current relationship- even if that meant going to extreme lengths not to get caught standing under any mistletoe. (Un)fortunately for you, it seems some other people might have a different idea…

۫ ּ ִֶָ ࣪✦ WARNINGS \ Mild language, self doubt

۫ ּ ִֶָ ࣪✦ A/N \ Here we go! Rock N’ Roll buckaroos!! First part of the Big Holiday Thing!!! To be honest, I’m just glad to get this all posted. I started writing this series sometime in early November (smack dab in the middle of prepping for finals), and it’s been a pretty wild ride trying to keep my grades up as well as making sure I’ve been completing these on time. I hope you all enjoy!

Living on the Hermitcraft server was an… interesting experience.

More often than not, you were stepping out of your base to find your friends in the crux of some crazy scheme, stalking other players while disguised as trees, running about willy-nilly on the hunt for a dragon egg, or spawning in thousands of boats to make the lag caused by the Redstone farms look like child’s play.

You had gotten used to the chaos, even grown to appreciate it during both of the wars that Grian had started, but it was still a shock for you to wake up to find the entire server blanketed in a thick sheet of sparkling snow.

Your breath clouded in the chilled air as you walked along one of the Boatem pathways, your hands tucked tightly into the pockets of the thick winter jacket you had scrounged up from the deepest parts of your storage system. Frost crunched under your boots with every step, the shimmering green-blue of the mending enchantment shining through even the ice that had built up over the few minutes you had been out and about.

It was like the entire server had been overtaken by a tundra biome, the snow swallowing up the sounds of the world and leaving only the sound of wind. It seemed like there was nothing around for hundreds of blocks, as you stared out across the server. For a moment, you felt like you were the only person in the world.

That illusion was shattered as soon as you glanced to the side to see Cleo’s grinning face.

You yelped, jumping almost two blocks into the air as the redhead cackled, patchwork face twisting into a brilliant grin full of mirth and light.

“C-Cleo!” you gasped, resting your hand on the pommel of your netherite sword. “You can’t just scare me like that!”

“But it was funny!” she protested as soon as she got her laughter under control, still grinning like the absolute madwoman she was.

You puffed your cheeks out in a pout, crossing your arms over your chest with a dramatic huff. “Meanie.”

You paused.

“By the way, where is everyone? You’re the only other player I’ve seen since I woke up this morning.”

Cleo’s eyes lit up, and the undead woman excitedly slung an arm over your shoulder. “You didn’t see the message on your comm? Well, no, obviously, but Xisuma sent one out earlier. So, you know how we normally have a Christmas district? Well, since we don’t have any districts this year, we’re all getting together to make the entire server holiday-themed.”

You brightened, a shy smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “Oh? That sounds cool!”

Cleo laughed once more, green eyes glinting merrily in the sunlight. “I know, right? The meeting’s starting in about an hour, so we should probably get going.”

You ducked out of her grip, giggling at her faux-wounded expression, and summoned your rockets from your inventory, shifting your coat to allow your elytra to extend fully. You had always found them pretty, the iridescent membrane sparkling all colors of the rainbow as soon as the light hit them.

Shooting a short wave to Cleo, you launched off the ground with a whizz of a rocket, carving an arc as you flew through the cloudless blue sky. Behind you, you could faintly hear the sound of the other player following your path over the sound of wind rushing through your ears, and you huffed to yourself as she playfully darted underneath you.

Dipping and weaving like dragonflies, it wasn’t long before the pair of you caught sight of the spawn point where everyone was supposed to gather. Already, you could make out the figures of the other server members swarming the area, the height at which you were flying making them appear as though they were as big as ants.

You smirked. Better give them a show.

Folding your elytra completely, you allowed yourself to dip into a free-fall, air shrieking past your ears and dragging at your clothes. You laughed, the sound being thrown back at you as you tumbled through the air, the giddy feeling that always came with flight bubbling up into your chest.

The ground rose to meet you, and before you could splatter all over the ground, you banked out of your dive, landing with a solid ‘thud’ right behind Mumbo Jumbo, successfully scaring the ever-living daylights out of the tall Brit.

“What’s up, potato boy?”

“Oh my goodness!” he cried, pressing a hand to his chest in a manner that reminded you of a genteel Victorian woman. Cleo landed behind you, grinning wryly as she moved to pat the man on the shoulder.

“Sorry about that Mumbo,” she said, completely not sorry. “Managed to spook them earlier, and you know what they say! ‘What goes around, comes around’.”

Mumbo blinked, fearful features morphing into bewilderment. “What? I don’t- I don’t think that’s how that works-”

The spud was cut off by the sudden appearance of another Hermit, their crunching footsteps approaching from behind you.

“What’s going on over here?”

Immediately, you felt heat rush to your cheeks, and you scowled at the equally teasing looks both Cleo and Mumbo shot at you. Steeling yourself, you turned yourself around to see Scar approaching, a confused but happy grin affixed to his face.

The usual maroon suit he wore had been discarded, replaced by a thick overcoat that swirled around his feet as he walked, collecting a thin layer of snow. A plush olive green scarf was clumsily tied around his neck, and your fingers twitched as you repressed the urge to fix it for him. When his eyes landed and locked on yours, you felt like you had been punched in the gut, all of the air whooshing from you in one heavy breath.

You recognized this feeling.

The way your heart seemed to stutter and come to a screeching halt in your rib cage, the way you felt as though you had contracted altitude sickness, light-headed and struggling to breathe, and how your hands seemed so much sweatier than usual. (It was kind of gross, to be honest)

You had a crush on GoodTimesWithScar.

“O-oh, hey! I wasn’t sure if you were coming or not!”

Scar’s words broke you out of your daze, and, as you shook your head subtly to clear your thoughts, you smiled at him, trying not to let any of your embarrassment show.

Judging by Cleo’s stifled giggle, you didn’t think you were a hundred percent successful.

“I didn’t see Xisuma’s message, but, ah- Cleo here rounded me up quickly enough to get over here on- on time,” you explained, fiddling with the zipper of your coat nervously. Gods above, it was so annoying how much Scar’s mere presence affected you, sending butterflies fluttering through your stomach and tying your tongue into knots.

Scar grinned, that same damn grin that lit up his entire face and made it something beautiful, ethereal, almost.

“That’s amazin’! Thanks, Cleo! I don’t know what I’d do if my best friend weren’t here!”

Ah. There it was.

You had a crush on GoodTimesWithScar, but it could never be anything more than a crush because the man was your best friend. Your partner-in-crime. Someone who you could trust with all of your deepest, darkest secrets.

But not this one. Never this one.

You chuckled, trying not to let the pain you felt show. “Right.”

Any further attempt at a conversation was quickly doused by Xisuma’s sudden appearance, the Hermitcraft admin teleporting in front of everyone in an explosion of rioting green and purple code.

“Alright everyone,” he started, bringing his two gloved hands together with a clap. “Let’s get started with this thing, yeah?”

As you listened to the British man’s spiel, it turned out that everyone had gathered together in order to enlist in the ‘Christmas-ification’ (as Grian so eloquently put it) of the server. What impressed you the most about the entire endeavor, however, was just how much of a tactical operation it was.

Xisuma had organized the effort in such a way that different teams of Hermits would be decorating different areas of the map. Unsurprisingly, you found yourself grouped with the rest of the Boatem members (much to everyone’s delight), tasked with transforming the village into a winter wonderland.

As Scar wrapped an arm around your shoulder, brown hair bouncing up and down as he wiggled excitedly, you wondered if the mischievous gleam in your fellow server member’s eyes was a trick of the light.

… Why did you feel an impending sense of doom?

It was almost absurd how many materials the Hermits hoarded, the entire center of Boatem village dotted with chest monsters and spare materials just lying about. Not that you were exempt from the sentiment, though, as you produced yet another shulker box from your inventory filled with spruce leaves and ribbon.

The holiday beautification project was well-underway, and, as you looked over Boatem village, observing your friends as they built beautiful Christmas trees and strung lights all across their builds, you toyed with the thought that maybe, perhaps you all were a bit too invested in this.

The mountain megabase that was still under construction was dotted with pine trees, glittering with glass ornaments and golden tinsel. The gaping maw of the cave that led to Grian’s alleyway base had been modified to include an aurora borealis in the stained glass ceiling, the light from the end rods making the colors shift and dance like the real thing.

On the other side of the village, Grian was helping Scar out with stringing wreaths and ribbons all over his starter base, the avian insisting on outfitting all of his bees with little Santa hats.

It was a miracle the blonde gremlin didn’t become a walking pincushion, what with how many times he could’ve been stung.

“Hey, can someone help me over here?”

You perked up at the sound of Mumbo’s voice, dropping the tinsel you were carefully wrapping around a tree to trot over towards the sound of his voice- coming from in front of the façade of one of the shops Grian had built as part of his base. The tall dark-haired man was perilously perched on a wobbling tower of scaffolding, something that you couldn’t make out held in his hands.

Instinctively, you were moving to hold the stack steady so that the spud didn’t slip, him shooting you a thankful glance for your efforts. You watched as he strung the bundle he was holding up, directly over the door frame. After squinting your eyes for a bit, you suddenly realized what it was he was putting up- mistletoe.

“Does this mean I have to kiss you now?” you asked, only half-joking as Mumbo clambered back down from his place in the skies. The Brit shrugged, dusting off his hands with a satisfied hum.

“If you think you should, I guess. If I were you, though, I might want to save that kiss for someone else,” he said, a teasing edge to his voice that left no questions about who he was speaking of.

“Gods, does everyone know about that?” you said, face flaming at Mumbo’s cheeky grin. He shrugged again.

“Pretty much.”

You groaned, allowing your head to ‘thunk’ into the mustached man’s chest, and he patted your back comfortingly.

“... Why don’t you just confess?”

You blinked your eyes, which had previously been screwed up in righteous pain, open, staring up at Mumbo with a confused look. “Confess? Mumbo, do you know what would happen if I did that? Hels below, that would ruin everything. I’d much rather stay friends than say something and torch our relationship.”

Mumbo furrowed his eyebrows. “But that wouldn’t ruin anything?”

You pulled away, scrubbing at your face in exasperation. “You don’t know that. I’d rather not take the risk, thankyouverymuch.”

Hearing Impulse’s shout in the distance, you reached over to tug at Mumbo’s hand.

“C’mon, let’s-let’s just go.”

The rest of the group had huddled up at the center of the village, just a little bit off to the side of the Boatem hole. As you approached, Mumbo in tow, your eyes caught on the dramatic gestures Grian was making, red-green-blue wings puffing up from the force of his excitement. Smiling amusedly, you didn’t notice Scar’s eyes flicker over to land on where you were still holding the taller man’s hand, usually bright eyes dimming as his smile became strained.

“There you guys are!” Impulse exclaimed, obviously relieved to have a reprieve from Grian’s emphatic ramblings.

You waved cheerfully, not-do-discreetly pushing Mumbo towards where the avian was standing. At his bewildered stare, you pinned him with a look that hopefully said ‘calm your bestie down’.

“What’s up?” you said questioningly, eyes flickering between everyone who had gathered together. Impulse grinned, propping his hands up on his hips.

“Christmas cheer, that’s what!”

The group broke out into groans at the corny joke, excluding Scar, who giggled like it was the funniest thing he had ever heard. Your face softened at the sound, watching him fondly out of the corner of your eye as he doubled over with laughter. Silly.

“No, seriously- we’ve all been working hard, so I was going to ask if everyone maybe wanted to take a break?”

The response was a resounding ‘yes’, all of you tired and sore from the sheer amount of decorating you had been doing, deciding to make your way over to Impulse’s base for a quick rest. Even your hands, as calloused from building and mining as they were, were tingly and chafing. At this point you were tempted to pull off your gloves and just bury them in a nearby snowbank to relieve the stinging.

Scar must’ve noticed your discomfort, your mouth pressed into a hard line, because soon enough he was dropping back from the rest of your group to walk beside you, nudging you slightly with an arm.

“Are you okay?” he murmured, expression open and concerned as he searched your gaze worriedly.

You huffed slightly, offering him a small smile. “I’m fine, just scratched my hands up a little.”

Scar frowned, the expression reminding you hauntingly of a sad puppy, and grabbed for one, holding it gently between his own. You flustered at the contact, averting your eyes with a slight cough and praying that he didn’t notice how stiff you had suddenly become.

“Well, when we get inside we can patch you up, alright?”

You nodded, tucking the shy smile that was spreading across your face into the warm collar of your jacket. Gods damn it Scar, why do you have to be so cute?

However, as you reached the main door to Impulse’s base, you realized that you had one glaring issue: You and Scar were heading directly towards the door, where somebody had hung another bunch of mistletoe. The green sprigs innocently swayed in the breeze, almost as if it was taunting you with its very presence.

Your eyes darted towards the brunette at your side. The last thing you wanted to do was kiss him. What if you made everything weird? What if he didn’t like it? What if he realized that you had a crush on him and didn’t want to speak to you anymore?

Yeah, you were not going to risk it.

…

… So how, exactly, were you going to deal with this?

You glanced towards your feet, thinking, and, after a moment, it was like a lightbulb had gone off above your head. Surreptitiously, you wiggled your foot out of one of your boots until the garment was barely on, your ankle bent at an awkward position to account for the sudden looseness. Then, in what could be argued to be the most graceful move in all of Hermitcraft history, you tripped, sending your shoe flying.

Scar made a sound somewhere between a bicycle horn and the yelp of a kicked puppy, practically teleporting over to where you were sprawled across the ground.

“I’m okay, I’m okay,” you said, answering the unasked question in his eyes. “Just- go ahead without me. I need to get my boot.”

“Are you sure?” Scar queried, worrying his lip between his teeth. You tried not to stare at his mouth for too long.

“Yeah, I won’t be far behind.”

Mission success!

You entered Impulse’s base a few minutes later (your boot safely secured back on your person) only for Scar to drag you to one of the chairs, the material surprisingly comfortable despite the industrial theming. As the brunette fussed over your injuries, you glanced up to catch Pearl’s exasperated look towards you, scrunching your face up in confusion. Before you could ask her what her problem was, however, you were interrupted by Impulse.

“Scar, I think I have some bandages and health pots somewhere in storage if you want to go get those.”

“Yes! Those would be amazin’!” the other player breathed, a relieved look on his face as he hurried through the door that Impulse had gestured to. You paused as you watched him leave, suspicion suddenly crackling through your body as though you had been struck by lightning.

Whipping your head around, you catalogued every entrance and doorway in the vicinity, horror dawning on your expression. You made eye contact with the rest of the group, face paling as you recognized the self-satisfied expressions painted across their features.

They had hung mistletoe from. Every. Single. One.

Was this what true betrayal felt like?

The next few minutes were spent avoiding getting caught under any of the doorways with Scar in a grand maneuver that would’ve made even the greatest spy proud. Whether it was by ‘conveniently’ forgetting something in the other room, or furtively pulling up next to another one of your friends to kiss them instead (completely missing the injured flash in Scar’s eyes), you were quite proud with how well you had been able to keep yourself from being put into an awkward situation with the man who was only supposed to be your best friend.

Naturally, you couldn’t stay winning forever.

“Alright gang,” Grian chirped, a strained smile on his face as he attempted to hide the frustration he was sure that everyone else was feeling. How the hell had you managed to slip out of their trap for so long? “I think it’s time to head back out.”

Gathering up your things, you filed out with the rest of the group, finally allowing yourself to relax as you exited the base. After this, you wouldn’t have to worry about having to kiss Scar. As nice as it would be, you would basically be taking advantage of him. You felt sick even thinking about it- you never wanted to abuse his trust like that. Ever.

However, as you reached the doorway, walking a few paces behind Scar, you weren’t counting on Pearl’s annoyance with you to bubble over. The two of you had been avoiding your feelings- mutual feelings- for each other for too long, in her opinion. It was time to end this.

For that second time that day, you stumbled, a well-timed push sending you tripping over your own feet and into Scar’s arms. You went shock-still in his embrace, even as the brunette’s hands encircled your waist to keep you from tumbling over. Dazed, you blinked up at him, only to find his gaze already on you, something so soft in their olivine depths that it sent heat scorching through your cheeks.

Your eyes were glued to his face, even as he glanced up, a shy, lopsided grin working its way across his cheeks.

“Look,” he said, voice so low it was almost a whisper. “We’re under the mistletoe.”

And, as your gaze flickered up to follow his, you realized that he was right.

Well, shit.

You were about to pull away, panic settling over your features as it suddenly occurred to you that this was it, this was the end of your friendship, when he tightened his grip on you, something that almost looked like desperation flitting over his features.

“Please,” he said, a beseeching tone in his voice that sent your racing thoughts screeching to a halt. “Please kiss me.”

You never wanted to abuse his trust, but who were you to deny him when he asked so nicely?

As you pushed up, gently pressing your lips against his in a sweet, slow moment, you were deaf to the elated cries of your friends.

Pearl slumped against the door.

“About time you lovebirds stopped being idiots.”

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dodo-begone · 3 years ago

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Now Listen Here Sad Bitches - Stop Being Sad

Pairing: Yan!Xisuma x Reader (idk if it's rlly yan tbh)

Request: If you’re up to it can I get yandere nHo hcs? Bc I’m desperate for nHo content, But if you don’t know enough about the nHo boys can you do a continuation of your yandere xisuma fic? bc it was really good👀

Word count: 5k words

Warning: Falling, Depression, Death, Yandere (?)(just a bit posessive/protective at the end), Bit of confusion/memory loss, Mention of Running Away

This is a Part 2 to Ugly Fuckling

If this EVER looks funky or glitched, here's a link to it on Ao3.

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A methodical ticking echoes around the room, the only indicator that time was passing. The room was nearly a blinding black, yet a ray of moonlight made its way into the room. From that, you were able to see Xisuma. Without his helmet covering his face, he looked much more welcoming and soft. It wasn’t like he wasn’t soft and welcoming anyways, he just looked so much softer and approachable. A real person - man what were you even thinking?

Mentally shaking off that train of thought, you let your mind wander onto a different topic. Since Xisuma stopped you from following through with your impulsive decision to leave, he hadn’t exactly let you out of his sight. A few of your activities were free from his supervision, but otherwise you were with him.

At first you felt like an absolute bother to him, but his insistence that it was all fine made things better. Minimally better, if you were to speak honestly. It didn’t alleviate your feelings at all. He was being so nice and attentive to you and your needs. And what were you doing with that? You were being the little debbie downer that you are and not getting better. Come on, this was all for you. That meant you had to get better for him since he was putting so much effort into making you get better.

He made you all of your favorite foods, cuddled you any time even a tear fell from your eyes, asked about what was worrying or saddening you and trying to talk you through it to feel better, and so much more. All around it was everything you needed, really it was. Everything was getting better, yet you weren’t.

This had been going on for days, and you were still thinking of leaving. Though technically you did. Maybe the entire server moved with you. Maybe that fact could be ignored. Maybe. Everyone gathered up and went to a new server not too long after your most recent “escape” attempt. You weren’t sure if it was the unsaid yearly move to a new season or what, but it seemed a little too convenient if you thought about it. But thinking was a laborious and bothersome task. So no thoughts - only depression. Yea, that’s how things rolled for you.

The thought of leaving was far from leaving your mind. It was always on the backburner, but became a prominent thought whenever you weren’t with anybody. Especially Xisuma. Voices whispered to feed your insecurities, giving a source for your depression to grow off of. And boy was it growing. Adding in this new move made you question a bit more.

You knew you wanted to leave the server because of how icky, disgusting and disappointing you were, but now you were truly realizing where the issue lay. Wel, you knew before, but it just became more evident. It wasn’t the server itself. The issue lay between you and the hermits. So that feeling of not belonging? Still rather prominent. Even with their fresh new start where everyone had the same resources, said “resources” were nonexistent since everyone started with nothing, it was rather evident you still didn’t belong.

Grian was the only one who didn’t build a “starter house” immediately. That made two hermits you knew who didn’t make a starter house. The two hermits being you and Grian, so that made you feel better. Until you found out the reason he didn’t make a house was because he went to defeat the Ender Dragon and get loot from end cities. Yea that really didn’t make you feel better. And these “starter” builds the others made were no joke. They weren’t even starters, in your opinion. These were whole builds in and of themselves. Like things you’d be building late game, if you even got around to making anything that could compare.

Once again, your mind cemented that you were very alien to this group. Alongside the “new fodder” that you had, which was really recycled thoughts, memories, or insecurities, you started to cry. Stifling your sobs without being able to cover your mouth with your hands is a very hard task. All remaining strength you had went into calming your breath and being as silent as possible. You still allowed the tears to continue their route down your cheeks with no intent to stop them. If you only allow tears to flow with no noise, you can get your emotions out while not bothering Xisuma. A win-win.

Time was illusive, slipping through your hands like sand. One moment you were crying next to Xisuma in bed then a blink later you were waking up in an empty bed. The ever annoying sun was flaunting its energy and jovial beams into the room and blinding you with it. Man, how you envied the sun. It was able to get up every day and do its duty. And not even the duty it was exactly made for. One that it conveniently worked with. A necessity to life.

Still, you layed in bed. Too lethargic to move on your own; there was no will or energy to move. Well, there was one reason; you wanted to search for Xisuma. Where could he have gone off to? He wasn’t in the bed. Somewhere else in the house? Out on a project? Who knows. The likelihood of him being gone was high and that, along with the thoughts, kept you in the bed.

The day passed. Maybe you slept. You were still very tired and very sad, so it really made no difference in the end if you did actually sleep sometime that day since nothing changed. Snuggling into the blankets for warmth and comfort, you awaited for Xisuma’s return. Though you don’t remember him saying that he was going anywhere in particular yesterday. Did he? Memories blurred together and multiple days became one mushed memory. Many memories of him mentioning future projects to you or other things came to mind. How recent were those? Mulling over your memories, you tried to pinpoint when they happened based on some other memories. You referred to them as your “time reference memories”... They had a different name, but the name eludes you. But that was their purpose, so that name shall stay.

Soon a plethora of other memories came to mind as you quickly sorted through them. So they obviously didn’t take place in the same time area-frame thingy as when you joined the Hermitcraft server. That was months ago- clearly off the table. Then did they happen around the time you were building the trash on the server? Also a big no- that’s way too early. Oh dear- all the memories that were popping up were far too early. Crap- think. Think, think, think. Come on, more recent. What about when you tried to leave? Well it happened after that, but much closer.

A flash of memories pass behind your eyes yet you can’t decipher all of them. It was obviously some memories and you could faintly see some things, but it was all a blur of colors. You didn’t have the time for this right now. After you figure this out, you could reminisce on them. Now you had to figure out which memory out of the blob you had was most recent-

Staring at the ceiling did nothing to help. No new spark of memories came up, even with your mind scrambling for any scrap it could get its little grubby hands on. Great- now you were stuck going off of his appearance and what the house looked like during those times. Now the dilemma was “which came first”. Almost every memory took place in the house.

Wait! He didn’t have the diamond armor in all of them! Only two of them had diamond armor involved. Specifically on Xisuma. You didn’t have anything on this new server. Well, compared to him or any other hermit, anyways. To say you were behind or “lagging” was an understatement. Having iron armour isn’t really a flex. Especially when it goes missing. Like who just up and loses armor like that? You do, apparently.

That isn’t the point. Stay focused! So he had armor, what did the house look like? Or anything outside the window?

Finally a lightbulb went off in your mind. Of course! He talked about a fire last time. Yes, you were sure of you. Not sure why but you were very sure of that fact. He mentioned that some gravel on a mountain was on fire and he wasn’t sure why. Then he talked about a building in the next memory… Everything was starting to add up! Oh you felt so smart right now. So good.

So what mountain did he say he was going to? It was a villager hall, right? Or was it the future place for a build… No, villager hall because he mentioned villagers and trading. Obviously not another build. But what if it was? Now you were conflicted because you were so sure but at the same time doubt pranced around your mind obnoxiously. Your anxiety was getting ticked off more.

First the disappearance of Xisuma and now your worries are getting to you? Really, it was the opposite order. More of an Oreo, but that wasn’t important.

Taking a deep breath, you try to get your thoughts under control again. Regain you cool. Alright. If you find Xisuma then you can calm everything else down. That was your biggest worry right now. The longer you didn’t know Xisuma’s location and condition, the worse your mental state became. From there, it was obvious how everything would decline.

All you had to do was go to Xisuma. Right. Go to Xisuma. Who is outside. Out of the bed. Debating on whether or not to leave the comforting confines of the blankets or search for Xisuama was definitely something. It was hard but also wasn’t all at the same time. Because yes, staying in bed and being warm would be amazing. The preferred option. But you were worried about the lack of Xisuma’s presence. That took precedence over comfort.

Grumbling, you slowly start to drag yourself out of bed. More accurately rolling out and only turning to properly get out of bed and onto your feet. Same end result really. Slowly, as to not cause a dizzy spell, you get up and walk toward the door. Said dizzy spell still hits you like a baseball gets hit by a bat, but there was an attempt. Black overtakes your vision for a second before everything goes back to normal. Boy you didn’t miss those pounding headaches with dizzy spells. Damn vertigo.

Shaking your head, you steady yourself for the journey to the outside. It was going to be perilous. Well not really, but your mind tried to come up with the worse case scenarios. Like some Dream SMP members coming for you to drag you back. Or pillagers near or at the front door. Or some other nasty mob. Oh the possibilities were nearly endless. But you had to do this.

Hyping yourself up, you mentally prepare for what you could think of. Aka prepare for something bad like pain. To be fair, pain would be better than a Dream SMP member but pain still hurts.

A noise of annoyance leaves your lips as you once again try to get yourself back on track. You hated how easily distracted you got sometimes. Though it did help in some situations. Admitting to that wouldn’t be too helpful in any regard so back to ignoring it you go.

Soon you’re back on track and continuing your journey. The only thing standing between you and the outside world stared at you. The front door. It wouldn’t be for long. All you had to do was open it and then start the other leg of your journey and- wait.

The door greeted your face with a nice hearty slam as you walked right into it. Confusion was just written all over your face. You grabbed the knob, did you not? Taking a step back, you peer down. Low and behold, you were holding the door knob. Your brows furrowed as you twisted the knob. Nothing happened. Trying with more strength and vigor or whatever might do something? Maybe it’s just stuck. Unlikely but hey! Delusions are much sweeter and easier to swallow. Plus being more violent with an inanimate object makes it work! Usually, anyways. Beat a banana and you get mush so not always. That’s besides the point because the darn door still refused to open. Huffing, you try being a little harder with the door. Though that leads to nothing but you fearing it breaking. One creak escapes the poor door and you’re off of it like a puppy squealed rather than a door.

Anxiety started to bloom in your chest for the uptenth time or whatever. It’s happened a lot and that’s all that matters. Deep breaths. In and out. In and out. It’s just a door. If it breaks it can be replaced. Also it’s a door. It’s probably fine. Though you didn’t exactly want to test that. Who knows when the door is going to just say “nope! I’m done” and just break?

Leaning against the door, you slide to the floor as you think of another plan to leave. The door was locked, right? This is a brand new door we’re talking about. Rust couldn’t have shut it already, right? You were by the sea though so who knew what the salt and water was doing to it. That ruins doors, wood, and mentals, right? If only you were a builder or someone more fluent with stuff like this. Someone who knew how stuff like that worked. Because wow, you were beyond dumb on that subject.

You curl up in defeat. Bringing your knees to your face, you wrap your arms around them to secure them. To feel safer and smaller. Block out the world. All you wanted to do was stay there, just like that. Not that exact position, but you want to feel comforted and safe. A craving for belonging and love. Although something you craved, whenever it was just handed to you or offered, you turned it down. Nobody actually likes you. They just want to use you.

Everyone has used you in the past for something.

Tears started to form in your eyes. As you lift your head from the curl, you take a deep breath. This is annoying, tiring. Crying is useless right now. Nothing is going to be fixed this way.

As you subdued the tears, you looked around the house again. There had to be another exit, right? Maybe. Half of the houses you’ve lived in only had one entrance or exit. The other half either had a secret exit or another doorway. This wasn’t one of the latter, though. It was one of the former; you were only informed of one way to exit or enter the house. Xisuma didn’t mention any emergency escape. Well there weren’t any holes in the house besides that- OH WAIT!

Smacking your forehead, you scramble to your feet and look directly at the closest window. If it had the ability to, it’d probably be sweating out of fear or anxiety. Either or, that window wasn’t going to have a good time. Fortunately for you, though, the window couldn’t judge you. And the window is very easy to climb out of.

Walking closer for inspection, it didn’t seem like it’d be too hard to open. Just flick a latch or two and just lift the bottom. You’re home free after that. The latches weren’t an issue. Grabbing the bottom of the glass, you silently pray that it won’t be as stubborn as the door.

Some deity was feeling nice today because the window opened without much trouble. A little elbow grease but that was a small price to pay. Now started the awkward maneuvering to get outside. This was one thing you didn’t miss from your past.

First a leg, then the other, and slide later, you land ungraceful into the outside world. Either you were going to land on your face or bum and you didn’t want any of that. So instead you did a nice little dance.

Okay so dance would be the fun way of stating it. What happened was you stumbled around for a bit, waving your arms around in a desperate attempt to regain balance. But you get to stay on your feet, so the trade off of your dignity was well worth it. Plus nobody was around to see it.

Once balanced, you were in awe of the builds that were just a wall away. How much has changed since you last came out? How long were you inside? You only remember the comically tall portal and the partial build of the portal tower being around when you came. Besides the starting house and a few other small things, of course. But now there were two completed towers. The dark one was obviously the portal tower because of the color scheme. What was the other than? It was colored like a lighthouse with the red and white bands encompassing it, but you didn’t want to say anything definitely. After all, it was somewhat hard to tell.

The coloration indicated a lighthouse, along with the silhouette, but it looked a bit too artistically done. And when something is artistically done, it could be anything. So you’ll call it tower two! Tower two was rather pretty!

Xisuma wasn’t around though. Right. The mountain wasn't around here, was it? Where was it, anyways? It must’ve been pretty far away.

With the prospects of a long walk ahead of you, your shoulders slump. Dear lord, this was more work than you wanted to go through. Who knows how far it is! But it wasn’t just some walking for fun, it had a purpose.

Gathering your remaining energy and grit, you start the laborious, long, and treacherous journey through the continent for Xisuma. Hiking wasn’t your strong suit and keeping an eye out for Xisuma too? This makes everything so much harder.

You were only able to get off the island and back onto the mainland, where you started to scale the mountain before you heard a ruckus. Progressively, it got louder and more discernible. Yelling. Sounded like words. Gibberish, but it slowly grew clearer.

“Oh my gosh,” danced with the wind by your ears. “Oh no.” A cry of your name, or something really similar. Were those words? Those couldn’t be words, right? Whipping your head around, you see Xisuma running your way frantically. Okay, so those were most definitely words if the scene before you proved anything.

Excited, you start your descent back to the ground. Step by step. Is it step by step when you’re climbing? Your focus is on Xisuma. Pretty much entirely. It really shouldn’t have as you misjudge the next step. In the blink of an eye you went from viewing rock to viewing sky and a scary feeling building in your chest. The feeling grew exponentially and it didn’t take a genius to know what was going on.

A scream ripped its way from your chest as it tightened more. Said scream doesn’t last long for it ended as quickly as it came. No air could move, no noise could come out any more. Air was stuck in your throat, unable to reach your lungs. Fear paralyzed your muscles, eyes shut for there was no difference in the view. Everything was blurred and the black was more welcoming and comforting.

Too fast. Time wasn’t even a consideration. A social construct thrown out the window as soon as your fingers lose contact with the rocks.

The ground had to be near by now. It felt like hours passed now, but at the same time everything seemed to be zipping by.

Contact is made, and you expect it to be the end. You grunt as all remaining air is forced from your body. Another noise came from beneath you. Gasping for air, panic made you feel so cold. Is this what death felt like? No air was coming in and you definitely hit the ground. Were you going to die because you slipped up?

Black was encompassing your vision once again. Frantic attempts to regain air were barely rewarded for your lungs remained mostly empty. Everything still felt paralized, but now your chest felt worse. It hurt so much.

Something was moving beneath you. Pink entered your failing vision. It shifted you around, moving your head and body. More accurately, it moved. Your head was placed on a soft surface while your body was on something else.

Slowly your vision ebbed back to reality. Or you did. Everything still felt wonky. But an axolotl helmet came to greet you. That was a nice thing about your vision clearing, you guessed. Pretty pink axolotl.

“Are you okay,” the axolotl shakily asks. It’s hands were shaking and it sounded masculine.

“Yea,” your voice felt and sounded weird. Very airy, frail, and kinda delirious. You know, the “I don't feel right” type of delirious. Is that delirious? Oh wait you were talking! “Yea i’m good.”

“Are you sure,” the axolotl keeps persisting. It seemed to be looking over you for any injuries. How nice of it! “Double sure? Triple sure? No scrapes? Nothing hurts?”

“I’m absolutely sure,” you assure. Man this was a comfy place and you wanted to stay here longer, but you need to get standing. With shaky arms and legs, you unsteadily get up, stumbling or leaning a bit too much at times. The axolotl panics and helps you to your feet, never letting go afterwards. You thank it for its help and try to walk away, back to Xisuma’s house. Though it assists you, staying by your side as if it were attached with cement.

“You need to stop doing stuff like this,” it begs, leading you by the elbow. “It’s like everytime i’m gone, you purposely go get yourself into trouble, get hurt, or try to leave. I don’t get it. Why do you keep doing it?”

To say you were confused would be an understatement. What’s it even talking about?

Suddenly a thought hits you like lighting and everything starts to line up. This is literally Xisuma. How did you forget that? He changes skins with every new season. Wow you either hit your head, panicked and forgot every important detail ever, or you really needed the oxygen for those brain cells because they finally got what they needed to function.

“Sorry,” you really are sorry. For half of those things, if not almost all of them. If you were simply allowed to go back to the Dream smp in peace, you would be completely fine. Not a bother to the hermits, not a walking hazard to society, and you wouldn’t feel inadequate anymore… Actually that wouldn’t go away no matter where you went or what you did. “I didn’t mean for any of that to happen.”

Xisuma doesn’t reply to your words and you start to panic again. “You weren’t in the house and I got really anxious, okay? I didn’t remember where you said you were going and I just… I needed a hug. I know that sounds stupid or childish, but i wasn’t feeling good. And you said that if I needed something, I'd just have to go to you. Oh who am i kidding, this was the dumbest thing ever. I’m so so sorry for bothering you-” Tears started to well up in your eyes, blurring your vision entirely. You were thankful that you weren’t walking alone while like this. Who knew what else you’d get yourself hurt on.

Not only were your words stopped, but your whole body was too. Jerked back by Xisuma, your teary eyes look directly at his visor which only reflects back your pitiful face. Though you don’t see it for long as you’re pulled into a hug by Xisuma. This only causes you to cry harder.

“Hey hey hey,” Xisuma’s voice is a low murmur, a comforting rumble from his chest. “It’s okay. It’s alright. Did I not tell you where I was going before I left?”

Shaking your head, a tiny “no” escapes you between sobs. Xisuma just hugs you tighter and you snuggle closer. That’s if you can, but you still try.

“Oh i’m so sorry,” he starts to pat and rub your back in a comforting manner, repeatedly apologizing for forgetting to tell you. And other things. Though you can’t exactly tell what they are through your sobbing.

It takes ages for you to calm down. You don’t really have much to go off of, besides the sun. What was once a noon sun glaring down on you was a peaceful sunset over the ocean. When you finish crying, only shaky breaths and tear stains remain to show off the previous crying fit. That and the red eyes.

The sunset is pretty, so you focus on that. Positioning your face to not have it smooshed into Xisuma’s chestplate was a struggle since he was holding you so tightly. But you managed. Soon your face wasn’t full on smooshed into his chest plate, only the side. Your cheek was definitely doing that pancake thing which smooshes out like a flat tire.

Everything’s so peaceful and quiet. Only the waves and sea life disturb it, but it made a great background noise. Xisuma soon adds to everything with some light humming. Rumbling from the chest is so comforting. Why was it such a forgettable yet amazing thing? It felt so nice.

With the humming came some rocking. Going side to side, humming a nonsensical tune. Not long after, you join in as well. Yours was definitely less consistently though, for it was broken up but little giggles. The longer you two went on, the more you giggled.

His arms unwrap themselves and you feel disappointed and saddened by the loss. You needn’t wait for long though, as on both sides of your body, you suddenly feel a tingly sensation. Bursting out into laughter, you try to struggle away from the tickle attack Xisuma has launched on you. But he’s relentless, keeping up with your retreat. It’s only when you’re out of breath, on the ground, and playfully yelling your surrender at him, that he stops.

You two start to calm down again. Laughter slowly ebbed away to chuckles or silence. Not an uncomfortable or awkward silence by any means. A safe and comforting one.

“Come on,” Xisuma prompts, getting up from the crouched position he had to be in for his attack, giving out his hand when he was properly on his feet. “Let’s get home before mobs start to spawn.” You’re more than happy to take his hands. With a pull, you’re brought back to your feet. But you two don’t let go of each other’s hands.

Together you two finish the trek home, and rather quickly too. With the sun setting, it was just a matter of minutes before danger would appear. Luckily you two made it to safety without any issues. The beginning area Xisuma had set up was well lit, safe from the dark and the dangers it harbors.

Being back in the base area made you feel more at peace, calmer, less endangered. Whatever you wanted to say, but you felt safer. And everything looked so pretty at night! You really need to come out more with Xisuma. Staring in awe at the builds in a different light, you and Xisuma dawdle on home.

Everything was perfect again. Just like before. You were happy, Xisuma was happy, what else could you need.

Xisuma walks ahead of you to unlock the front door, to which you say a little “thank you” out of habit and slip on by him and into the house. You do mean it, but still, it’s a habit drilled into you.

After getting back into the house, with some idle chit-chat, you start to get things fixed up in the house. Some dinner was in order for the two of you. After all, you just tried to climb a mountain to find Xisuma and who knows if Xisuma actually ate today. Plus you haven't had anything to eat yet. Whoops.

Leaving Xisuma to his own devices, you continue your conversation as you prepare a meal.

You don’t notice him locking the door and windows, or the dark look he has when he sees the window open, or him putting the keys in his pocket after locking all of the other windows. When he doesn’t reply immediately, though, you turn toward the last direction you heard him from, only to reveal an empty house. Perplexed, you look around a bit, but are stopped by a tap on your shoulder.

Jumping, you whirl around to see Xisuma without his helmet on, chuckling at your reaction. Laughing along with him, you give him a nudge with your hip. He returns it, laughing harder when you’re bumped away from him. This goes on for a while as you cook dinner, with Xisuma helping you.

The night goes on like this. Full of gentle, playful antics and a loving atmosphere. The love you felt was immense. You hadn’t felt happier in months.

Xisuma hasn’t been so scared in months either.

He should’ve secured the house better. Made sure you were fine before he left. Locked the windows before he left.

Now he knows to lock windows. You’d try to use them in the future. Better a situation where you went looking for him than you leaving him. But now he knew.

And all was good again.

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the-demons-writings · 2 years ago

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(Hermitcraft x Child dragon reader )

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Part 1 || Part 2 || [Part 3] || Part 4

Day 4

After your little biting incident from the day prior, the toy Xisuma had accidently named after his sibling had yet to leave your side. Though after breakfast he had gotten you to take a proper bath the toy was left on the counter so it wasn't soaked. The rest of his plans included trying to get you to learn how to read, write, and maybe speak. He also wanted to give you your player tag and communicator despite your inability to use it yet.

After your bath Xisuma had lead you to the couch humming as he sat you down In front of the coffee table. Now he happened to find a couple short and pretty easy books from his own childhood and he sat you down and slowly started teaching you how to read. This became your new morning activity along with learning how to write.

Xisuma made no actions to force you to talk , but he made sure you keeping up relatively healthy eating habits. He also presented you with a communicator. He wasn't quite ready to give you that small bit of magic that helped one build , and store items but you could have a communicator for emergencies.

He felt bad about your wings still not being free but he gladly let you run around. He took you outside letting you run to your heart's content as he brought you over to Scars bed shop, and had you pick out a bed which he paid for no problem, just a diamond.

Looking around you were in awe. So many soft and plush things in one area. One thing you noticed was a couple of plush animals similar to the one that of Void. Thinking about it, Void probably needed friends.

Gently you placed a hand on Xisuma's arm patting it to get his attention . Once you had his attention you pointed over at the plush toys.

"You want some ?" He asked a small smile in his voice . So this is just one of the things you've started to hoard. It's a lot better than bones or valuable materials. "How about you pick three for now " he states, offering you a diamond for each.

You gasp, slowly taking the almost mesmerising shiny jewel into your hands and walking up to the toys. The first to catch your eye is a large bee. It's almost the size of you . The second is another axolotl plush . This one is a bright pink compared to the Void black of the one you already had. The final one that caught your attention was a little pink and yellow robot.

You glanced back at Xisuma , and he nudge you forward. Slowly you grabbed the three you wanted and copied Xisuma placing diamonds in the chest beneath them. You turned to face Xisuma with the toys in hand and your tail wagging happily behind you .

At that moment you heard the light ring of the bell the same noise you heard entering the store. Xisuma quickly stood In front of you, his back turned to you as he began to talk to someone new.

"Hey Scar, I wasn't expecting to see you here today! " He chuckles, waving as he does his best to hide you from the elf In front of him.

"Xisuma! What brings you here, it seems you've found the newest addition to the store , is there anything I can help you with ? " The very loud exocentric elf asks.

Xisuma shakes his head with a light sigh. "No thanks Scar, I was just heading out ." He nods. Offering you a hand behind his back waiting till you've got it to start leaving . He waves oke final goodbye to the elf as he gets to the door lightly pulling you In front of him.

He's got to be cautious. He loves his hermits but he doesn't want mass rumours to spread. He'd like you to adjust comfortably and without commotion right now the only other person who knows is Grian.He hopes it stays that way for now.

Glancing across the Hermississippi he stared at Doc's home and shop. He'd have to take a picture and ask if doc could come break these chains of yours on such short notice. He also just wanted to see how you might fair with him. He knows you and Grian are on okay-ish terms but he at least wants to you be on okay -ish terms with them first .

You didn't seem to notice as you held one of your new plushies. The other Xisuma was holding . It was a quick walk back to his house in comfortable silence. Immediately you took off towards the couch. Placing your axolotl, and robot down glancing towards Xisuma.

You needed someone to name them and who better to do it than Xisuma and the bird who helped you out. Only thing is you don't exactly remember the birds name. You could just run over there, it's not too far. You're just not sure how upset Xisuma would be with you. Ultimately you decide you're going to do it anyway.

Xisuma sighs as he looks at his inventory, he sets the large bee down on the couch and looks around. "Hey Y/n come here, I want you to see your room"

That caught your attention , you could enact your plan a little later . You picked up Void and ran over to Xisuma. Looking around with curiosity.

Xisuma gestured to one of the rooms. He'd made sure your room was very close to hiis , across the hall to be specific. He hasn't really had the time to customise it yet, but he hopes you like it there are many chests, closet space, clothes, and it's large enough for you to devote a large corner to a hoard of your own and to all your toys if you chose not to put them away in the chests.

Xisuma sighed as he placed down the bed. "What do you think Y/n?" He asked watching you run around the room

You excitedly ran from corner to corner of the room. Glancing back at Xisuma with a Hasty nod . The room was amazing! How could you not like it !

Xisuma's chuckles "Well the walls aren't painted yet, but you can start sleeping here whenever you'd like now that you've got a bed "

You walked up a grin on your face you'd never be able to express your gratitude , but you had so much for him.

Xisuma hummed offering you a hand to hold. "How about I make lunch and read to you while we eat?" He asked smiling as you took his hand, leading him to the living room.

You instead had other plans before lunch as you brought Xisuma over to the couch pointing at your toys. Xisuma needed to help name your new pink ones. One of them has to match void . You'd go see the bird to ask if he'd name the bee in a bit .

Xisuma tilted his head unsure what you were trying to ask of him " Y/n I don't understand, do you want void?' he asked

You held up the plush robot, holding it out to Xisuma tilting your head . You wanted him to name them, was it really that hard?

He sighed taking the pink robot from your hands "Uh, Y/n really I don't know what you want me to do with them ?"

You squinted turning to one of the books you'd left out. Searching for a minute before you found the word you were pretty sure you were looking for 'name'

Xisuma stared at your small book stifling a chuckle he wasn't sure what word you were looking for but he was pretty sure 'Cane' wasn't the word but thinking about it you probably wanted hm to name the toy "Uh okay Y/n their name is- Uh -" of course he's drawing a blank maybe he can name it after another hermit he misses. "Their name is Biffa, sound good kid?" He asked offering the plush back to you

You nodded happily, taking the plush now named Biffa into your hands and setting him beside Void. You now have two names for two of your friends . Quickly you picked up the one that looked very similar to Void and held it up to Xisuma

"Oh, am I naming this one too?"

Xisuma gently took them looking around then glancing back at the toy axolotl. "How about , X? That's cool right ?"

You gasped taking the new toy now affectionately named X. You were so happy. Now you only needed one more name and that was for the Bee!

"How about I make lunch now ?" Xisuma hummed, waiting for your answer. You have him a small nod and he made his way to the kitchen. He decided he'd try and get you something new he doesn't have many left overs so he'd rather just making something new.

The moment Xisuma turned his attention away from you, you picked up the almost larger than you bee plush and started to shuffle your way over to the door. When you got here you slowly nudged it open not really closing it behind you

You looked around with a smile. You could see the large rock that you passed when you first showed up at the bird's house. So you just have to run towards it and there it should be. With that you took off nearly tripping here and there before you stopped at the rock.

The sound of a heart beating threw you off . You hated how alive the rock sounded . It was kind of icky . Though looking around you saw the bird's weird witches house. You made your way over with a strained smile.

When you got to the door you pushed it open and started looking around. It didn't seem like Birdy was here just yet but you're certain he'd show up soon.

Meanwhile Xisuma has finished making you and himself just a simple serving of pork chop and potatoes . Though when he brought both plates to the living room he didn't find you. Cautiously he set the plates down on the coffee table and began his search for you .

You waited for a while . Honestly you're not sure how long but it felt like a really long time before the door opened . You sat not too far off from the front door leaning against the large plush.

Grian let out a startled squawk when he saw you . Xisuma didn't say anything about you being dropped off here. "Oh, Hey Y/n what's up , did Xisuma leave you here ?" You shook your head at the question offering up the plush toy with a smile .

Grian tilted his head before smiling . "They look really cool, do they have a name yet?" He hums pulling out his communicator to send a quick message to Xisuma

You shake your head in response to his question. That's why you're her you want him to name them. That way you can have fun with all of them.

Grian hums "How about Taur- Tulip, Tulip, she looks like a tulip. " He states with an almost awkward chuckle as he offers you a hand once he's got a messages back from Xisuma. "Let's get you home okay?".

Xisuma getting the message from Grian sighed though immediately there was panic , what if you had gotten hurt, or what if he did something that upset you and you ran away

Grian used his wings to shield you from any of the hermits who might've been out and about as walked you back over to Xisuma's. He sighed giving you a pat on the head as he nudged you back inside "Don't run off with telling someone where you're going okay?" He chuckled

Xisuma sighed as he saw you waving to Grian "Thank you Grian I mean it They scared the daylights out of me"

"Of course, remember there's a meeting coming up and we'll have talk about who might want to watch over them" Grian smiled and with that he walked off

Xisuma seemed to panic when he left. He'd completely forgotten about the meeting at the end of the week , he'd have to fully introduce you to the hermits and hope that they'd be fine helping him set up a system for everyone to hopefully watch over you for at least a week at a time .

You glanced up at Xisuma running over to the couch to set Tulip down beside Void,X,and Biffa . All of your friends now have names and food is done! You take your seet ok the floor with a grin you look at the piece of metal beside your plate before deciding to just pick up the small pieces of cut meat with your hands.

Xisuma seemed to noticed you sit down his own thoughts dying down as he walks over "Y/n try using the fork.'' He offers, taking that metal tool you noted earlier, stabbing the meat , and eating it .

You stare for a moment before reaching for the fork yourself and attempting to copy him. It feels unnatural at first before you continue with the motion. Xisuma also shows you how to use the fork for the potato. Slowly you're learning and he's quite happy about that.

After eating Xisuma pulled out the book he'd been reading to you and took a seat on the couch " Alright let's continue this book why don't we ". It was around halfway through Xisuma's reading that you started to doze off .

Xisuma smiled as he shut the book, and with a wave of his hand an admin screen appeared. Here he could work out some of the things he needed to address during the meeting at the end of the week . He knew for sure he needed to bring you up. He also needed to set of a schedule of sorts. He also needed to check with Joe about Hermits helping Hermits and see what projects people needed help with .

With another wave of his hand he created a keyboard and started to type. His worry and lack of preparation getting to him. He continued working until you woke up .

You stretched again still lacking in the comfortable department but at least Xisuma was there when you woke up. Tired, you settled in beside him leaning your head on his side. You were struggling to stay awake some.

You haven't eaten dinner yet but Xisuma seems to notice how tired you were "how about we get you a snack then you gather all your toys and go sleep in your room for the first time ?" He hums standing up . He walks over to the kitchen looking through his items as he pulls out an apple and a jar of peanut butter. He cuts the apple into slices and takes a spoonful of peanut butter to the plate leaving it as an option if you want it.

After your Apple snack you yawn reaching over and scooping Void and Biffa into your armsyojy can't get Tulip as well because tulip is around the same size of you, but Xisuma picked them up for you. It was a short walk to your room and soon you laid down in the bed getting comfortable with the three stuffed toys held close .

Xisuma's after you had been tucked in walked back to the living room leaving your door cracked in case you needed anything. He sighed, pulling up several admin screens . He needed to plan for the meeting soon. He knows he's got about two days' time to plan.

Day 5

When you awoke on the morning of day five you glanced around , comfortable under the covers of your new bed, the only main annoyance the still chains around your wings. You really hoped that Xisuma would get them off you soon. It was annoying not having the ability to stretch your wings.

As you eventually decided you'd get up and go see if Xisuma's made breakfast yet. When you walk out you notice Xisuma's got screens up. For what you don't really know, but you're going to bother him anyways!

And slowly but surely the established Daly routine continues. With you and Xisuma eating breakfast and working on your understanding of reading and writing. After a good two lessons you'd run off to play dragging all four toys out.

You said nothing but Xisuma couldn't help but chuckle trying to think of whatever convoluted storyline you might've come up with. He seems quite happy just to see you active.

Eventually you tired yourself out and sat on the couch . During that time Xisuma started up on his own work again he only had two days left to plan what he was going to do. With a yawn you looked around picking up void and Biffa starting to drag them along with .

You glanced over at Xisuma as you walked into the living room . Watching him tap away at keyboard you turned your attention to the kitchen. That's usually where Xisuma got food from.

You walked over setting Void and Biffa on the floor as you looked around, till you found a chest. You punched open the chest , hoisting yourself up and in. It was deeper than you thought it was, colder too, but there was food in here. With a small grin on your face you grabbed a couple pink, a couple red, and some orange. Honestly you weren't sure what they were but regardless you were hungry so after setting them on the floor and climbing out you picked them up and started to eat.

The pink and red ones didn't taste any good so you started to eat the orange ones. Those tastes significantly better but they didn't do your teeth any good like the pink and red ones did.

You huffed, annoyed at your problem. You stood back up walking back over to the chest, you closed it then attempted to climb on top of it . looking around you saw a bunch of appliances on the counter.

There all quite shiny, you just can't help yourself as you walk over to a coffee maker. You stare at it before you start pushing buttons . Though the loud hiss it makes startles you and you push it off of the counter. You let out a whimper as it makes a louder noise clattering to the ground and smashing into many small pieces

That happened to catch Xisuma's attention and in seconds he was in the kitchen. You caught his attention first, you looked terrified. Slowly he made his way over. He mentally noted that he'd have to properly clean the glass off your two toys. Though you were his first priority. He stepped over the broken coffee pot , the glass crunching beneath his armoured boots.

"You okay kid?" He asked as he picked you up off the counter, his question was met with tears. You must've scared yourself badly and clearly you were also cranky about something. ",It's okay, let's at least lay you down and after I clean up you can have some food." He started stepping back over the glass and to the living room . He sat you done on the couch leaving just for a moment.

He came back and pressed X into your arms before he gave you a gentle pat on the head. "There you go.'" he frowns, turning to the kitchen. He nods to himself picking up your toys first he'd be better off cleaning them up first, then sweeping up the glass. He took his time first dusting the toys off before waking to the hall closet. He set them down on a shelf and walked back over to you.

"Hey Y/N could you cover your ears for me I'm going to do something really loud okay? " He asked . You nodded, pressing your hands to your ears. Xisuma walked back to the closet plugging up a vacuum and beginning to vacuum the smaller pieces of glass off of two Toys. Thankfully it only seemed to be some of the larger shards but he wanted to do this to be safe.

Once he'd vacuumed them both properly he wheeled the vacuum over to the kitchen doing the same for the kitchen floor though the larger pieces he threw away along with the raw meat and half eaten carrots. He vacuumed his gloves and then smiled . Problem solved . He put the vacuum away then set the two Toys beside you.

"How about I make brunch, seeing as I missed breakfast?". You nodded hastily. Finally food ! Xisuma chuckled at your excitement as he ruffled your hair. He checked the shelves for one of the books you had been reading slowly on your own the other day and set it on the coffee table. "Here kiddo, try and read this without me, I'm sure Biffa, Void, and X would live for a good story." He stated as he walked back to the kitchen.

You opened the book slowly starting to read through it . Xisuma was probably right, your friends were probably bored. You started to read and a page in you let out a quiet gasp. You were missing one of your friends. Quickly you stood up and rushed to your room grabbing Tulip and happily carrying them all the way back. Sitting them in the usually empty spot on the couch. You then picked back up your reading .

Xisuma worked on breakfast , he decided Cinnamon rolls and Bacon would work pretty well. So that's what he settled on making, something that was different for you but hopefully still tasted good. During the baking process he pulled up screens again he was pretty sure he's figured out all he needs to talk about, if any of the other hermits had any concerns they'd like dealt with he'd gladly let them share.

Soon you ran up to him holding the book up. You'd finished it, but still not a word. Honestly he was beginning to grow worried that you might have severe damage to your vocal cords or something along those lines. He offered you a hand still very unsure if you'd appreciate being held . He really was thinking about trading you off to Doc first rather than Grian. He couldn't imagine how uncomfortable you had to be at most times.

He was careful with your hand in his as he brought you back to the couch ready to find you a new book . It took him a couple minutes of searching through the books he'd already had out but he set another children's book down beside you. "There you go kiddo, I'm going to go finish up the food okay?" He misses making his way back to the kitchen.

You smiled as a new book was placed In front of you. You got ready to reach before you heard your name called. You looked around , just in case. Though Xisuma was in the kitchen so you walked over glancing up at him with a head tilt.

He glanced behind him at you , doing a double take as he realised you were there. "Y/N what're you doing? Did you finish that other book?" He swears it hasn't been that long, just in case he quickly checks the cinnamon rolls, almost expecting them to be burnt and for smoke to billow out.

You looked around confused. You swear you hear someone call your name. You huff making your way back over to the couch before patting all of your toys on the head, leaving Xisuma confused as you sit back down to read.

It happens once more though you don't move you look around the room. Though after seeing nothing you huff deciding to ignore it. Soon Xisuma sets the plate of food In front of you.

" Here you go kiddo."He smiled, satisfied with his work . He hoped you enjoyed it. He also wondered about your general health. He was definitely going to ask someone, probably Doc to check you over and get those chains off of you.

He watched as you ate , he enjoyed seeing your eyes light up as you tasted sweet cinnamon and icing. He also enjoyed seeing you tear through bacon. It really seemed like you enjoyed it.

After breakfast Xisuma started to respond to messages he'd gotten from other hermits, some asking him if he was okay due to the lack of seeing him. Of course he was perfectly fine and he was touched that his friends were worrying about him. To ease his friends worries he's decided to send a message in the general chat which he honestly hasn't checked in a while.

Opening the chat he was greeted with a death message from none other than scar, followed by a couple concerned messages from others.

[GoodTimesWithScar has fallen from a high place]

[Grian: Scar No!

I thought we fixed that!

Where'd you fall?]

[ZombieCleo: Scar? You okay? ]

[Joehillssays: oh no. ]

[GoodTimesWithScar: It's okay, it's under my tree!]

[Ijevin: anyone got a saddle or two?]

[ZedaphPlays: I do!]

[Docm77: Anyone hear from Xisuma today he's been online but nothing]

[TangoTek:No, but maybe he's been working late, y'know how he is ? ]

[Bdubs: Nope I haven't seen a single phantom]

[Ethoslab: maybe because you sleep the moment the sun is below the horizon]

[XisumaVoid: I'm okay!

Just planning things out.

I swear I'm not staying up horribly late again

See everyone in two days for the meeting!]

He sighs as the chat quickly delves into chaos. With jokes and back and forth talk. He found it enjoyable and hat the server was both chaotic but also somehow calm. He glanced over at you in your book and nodded to himself , you'd definitely fit in here.

Soon after his announcement he knelt down and ruffled your hair . "Hey Y/N in two days I'm going to show you more of my friends, okay? They're all really nice , I promise some of them looks scary, but they're all really nice"

You made quite growls in response, almost trying to communicate that you could be scarier if you wanted too. You held Void close to you,smiling as you ran over to the shelf. You picked up one of the books Xisuma had started reading to you and held it up to him.

Xisuma hummed, "okay, I'll read but after we play a writing game, that sound okay?" He chuckled watching you nod. He walked over to the same shelve grabbing two pieces of paper and pencils. He set them down on the coffee table . " okay, you write the answers to my questions and try to write me some questions too, okay? "

You nodded looking up at him as he sat beside you . Quickly you started writing out tour first question or so you though. You heard that sound I'd someone calling your name again and it threw you off. So you instead changed your first question from

``Toys?`` to ``You hear?``.

Xisuma didn't quite understand your question but he tried. " I hear a lot of things. Do you have a favourite sound?"

Not that was hard to answer though you were frustrated about the fact he didn't understand your question. You don't think you had a favourite sound, unless the sound of diamonds counted. ``Diamonds?`` you wrote out, just a little confused . Then you started your next question ``poeple like Birdy? ``.

Xisuma took a moment. He didn't know a Birdy. The only person he could think of was Grian. Maybe that's who you were asking about "Grian? Yeah there are a lot of people like him, not really human". He hummed as he thought of his next question "Which toy is your favourite?"

You furrowed your eyebrows you couldn't really decide. You enjoyed all your friends and you really couldn't favour one over the other. ``All.`` was your final response

Xisuma nodded, smiling and he was glad to see your writing was improving. It was still hard to read and not all of the words were spelled properly but it was good to see his hard work had paid off.

Soon came dinner he offered for something more meat based seeing as how you tore through several raw meats this morning. He hoped you wouldn't get sick. He was growing quite comfortable around you. He's yet to take off his helmet, but he's not ashamed to show his hands.

You seem to react a lot less violently when you know you're not with someone who's human. Though he doesn't expect any different , the way you were handled and heavily chained when he found you gave him the impression it would take you time to warm up.

Honestly it's one of the few reasons he's glad he can wear the armour around you. Don't get him wrong, he's definitely not human, but you have no evidence of that. So yes while it's uncomfortable for both of you it's a way to at least get you to be somewhat comfortable with humans, hopefully.

You sat settled between your toys napping. It was peaceful.. Aside from that damned voice calling your name! It hadn't stopped since you laid down and it was annoying you looked around and found nothing, it didn't even sound like Xisuma! So who in the world was calling you !

Xisuma soon finished up dinner, and gently shook you awake so you could eat. It looked pretty large to you, but compared to his plate it really wasn't. He set your plate on the coffee table , a small portion of cooked steak, with more in the kitchen for you if you wanted more and some roasted golden carrots.

Sitting up groggily you huffed, frustrated that you couldn't sleep the way you wanted to. The food made up for it though. You slid off the couch turning to the coffee table to sit down In front of it and eat.

As you ate Xisuma took a picture of the chains on your back with his communicator and sent it to Doc with a message asking if he could bring something to cut though these at the meeting.

He sighed watching you tear through your own portion , it's the fastest he'd ever seen you attempt to eat outside of the first day he tried getting you to eat something. He speculated with how cranky you were there would be no reading you to bed and that you'd collect your things and head to bed yourself once you finished your food.

He watched, with several attempts to get you to slow down. He tried and failed. And soon just as he thought you left your plate and picked up your toys quickly coming back for your large bee heading to your room with a wave.

#x reader #x child reader #hermitblr #x dragon reader #dragon #dragon reader #minecraft #platonic #hermits x dragon reader #hermitcraft xisuma #hermitcraft x reader #hermitcraft grian #hermitcraft x dragon reader #fruit writes #minecraft x reader #mcyt x reader #xisumavoid

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lunastarseeker · 3 years ago

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hermitcraft au but the players check in before major roleplay so that stuff like kidnapping for an evil plot is already established so its all in good fun and everyone has an idea of whats gonna go down

helsknight kidnaps grian to stir up chaos between the hermits. grian is happy to be the “princess in the tower” as long as he gets to build said tower himself

ren agrees to “get possessed” and act as hels’ sidekick as long as he gets to eventually overthrow him

evil x and zedaph become a duo again just cause

cub decided to tie it all into the vex which leads to him and scar joining “the dark side”

now there’s an actual war and the other half of boatem team up with doc to get their friends back

it’s staged like an actual play, and while the readers are aware it was somewhat pre-planned, they don’t know whats happening next and everytime the characters stray from the “script” (there isnt one) it’s considered a plot twist

all the narration parts are just joe and cleo talking about the chaos like a couple of news reporters

grian spends the entire time building the hermitville dragon on top of his tower and then gets bored enough to add a plot twist where poultry man rescues him so he has an excuse to wreck havoc with eggs

#hermitcraft #hermitblr #my au ideas

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duckmumbo · 3 years ago

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Hello! Anon from the last ask game here, I'm just here to say that writers are cool and amazing and talented and other things like that :]

You guys are an inspiration to others and deserve all the kudos in the world!!

(this was supposed to be longer but i'm not good with words so yeah just drop your fav fics below! /nf)

- 🐇

Anon are you trying to get me to cry because let me tell you you are very close to succeeding /pos

But honestly it's readers like you that make us have the motivation to keep writing and share our stuff with others, getting positive feedback is honestly one of the best feelings lol

Fic recs under the cut because I have absolutely no self control and enjoy way too many fics

recs are in no particular order, though most of the dsmp recs ended up towards the top and most of the hermitcraft ones ended up towards the bottom somehow

If You Give a Bunny a Carrot by ImperialKatwala

Origins SMP setting, Bunnyblade has a tragic backstory and learns to trust again, incredibly cute and I may or may not have almost cried

the world of clinic (series) by bonesandthebees

dsmp hero/villain au, SBI (minus Tommy) are villains, Ranboo and Tubbo are vigilantes. Lots of found family, finally read it after seeing all the posts about it on twitter and omg it's so good I fully understand the hype

Healing Is a Four Letter Word by Hypno_Cat

Hermitcraft, Watcher Grian ends up becoming the local forest cryptid and relearning how to be a player

(Dragon) Riders in the Sky by SilverWing15 (or honestly just about anything by them)

dsmp dragon rider au, Shroud is a baby dragon. Mushroom Henry is a dragon. Friend is a dragon. Need I say more?

Platonic Divorcees and Going Out To Lunch: Purpled's Guide to Adopting an Alien by KiwiFruitWritings

dsmp, Purpled centric, Quackity and Techno both try to become father figures to him, honestly absolutely adorable and I need more of this in my life

The Life and Times of Michael Underscore-Beloved by ImperialKatwala (honestly the entire series but especially this one)

dsmp, just complete fluff, sbi and bench trio are all Michael's family and it honestly made me cry a few times

No time like the Present by LuckyPhantom

dsmp, Phil adopts Techno directly from the Nether, absolutely adorable and i love the piglin culture in this fic

Plumage by SamWasNeverHere

Hermitcraft, Mumbo grows wings after eating Grian's soul and has to learn how to use them. Absolute fluff, plus winged!mumbo my beloved

"the wheels on the bus" by sparxwrites

Hermitcraft, it is a terrible day in the void, the Watchers have found you, and you are a very, very pesky bird

of broken pasts and healing hearts (series) by sky_blue_hightops, Spannah339

Hermitcraft, Grian recovering from the Watchers, lots of hurt/comfort

quis custodiet ipsos custodes by andtheuniverse_said

Hermitcraft/HBG, Fruit asks Grian/the hermits to help Illumina, Watchers are up to shenanigans again

the slow and lengthy process of un-traumatizing your local birb friend (series) by HaloRocks1214

Hermitcraft, yet another "Grian recovers from the Watchers" fic, except this time he ends up with an emotional support dragon, need I say more?

The Lone Wolf and the Hermit by SilverWing15

Hermitcraft x dsmp, Tommy ends up in season 7 and is also a wolf for reasons i do not remember. very funny and also cute

i can be the one you call (series) by mayflowers07

Hermitcraft, hurt/comfort series revolving around every single hermit, basic premise is the hermits have a code phrase that, when said, causes everyone to drop everything and rally around the hermit that said it. one of the very first mcyt fanfictions i read, and honestly still probably one of my absolute favorites, i cry when reading a good chunk of this series

this better be good by raiiyynn

Hermitcraft x dsmp, Purpled ends up in hermitcraft and causes chaos. told entirely through chat messages, and is a WIP but it's still really funny

Anything To Hear You (Say It One More Time) by mgrnn

Hermitcraft, Etho ends up in a life threatening situation and calls Bdubs so he won't die alone, Bdubs is determined to save him

A Day Off is Needed by Sharo

Hermitcraft, the hermits just have a nice fun party and chill, very nice vibes

Sticker War by darkleweather

Hermitcraft, hermits play "put the sticker on the doc", need i say more?

puddle-jumping by Sixteenthdays

Hermitcraft x Empires SMP, HC!Gem ends up in Empires after escaping from the moon, Empires!Gem tries to help her get back

One Quiet Day by TheNightSkyObserver

Hermitcraft, Xisuma just vibing on top of a mountain, absolutely adorable

Lost in the Void's Embrace by ambered

Hermitcraft, Xisuma-centric, the world glitches and Xisuma ends up with amnesia, Scar ends up missing time, and Iskall ends up with major headaches. Surely this is all a coincidence?

#fully meant to answer this earlier but i havent had a chance to hop on my laptop until just now sorry #listen this isn't even all of the fics i could rec theres still ~150 dsmp fics i have bookmarked i could look through #but this was getting incredibly long so i decided to cut it off there #ty for the ask!#ok tag time #fic recs #answered #🐇 anon my beloved #honestly most of these i feel like a good chunk of y'all will have already read #but does that matter no im reccing them anyway :)

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pinkfestivalpeanuttree · 3 years ago

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So! Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint X Hermitcraft X Evolution SMP, a crossover that absolutely no one thought would ever happen, myself included.

Spoilers for ORV under "Read More"!

First things first!

What is Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint?

It's a Korean light novel-- but not just ANY Korean light novel! It's one of the most popular webnovels in Korea, and for a good reason! It's a masterpiece of a story, with intresting characters, engaging dynamics and relationships, fascinating worldbuilding, and an action-packed plot! The main character is an ordinary office worker named Kim Dokja-- meaning either reader or only child. Kim Dokja is the last reader of a 3,000+ chapter webnovel called Three Ways to Survive a Ruined World (Ways of Survival for short), with all the other readers dropping out early on. One day, the apocalypse begins, completely out of nowhere. And what's more, the situation is the exact same as the webnovel Dokja had read, with the same setting, characters, and everything. There are these creatures called dokkaebis, creatures from Korean folklore, who are basically magical Twitch streamers. And the viewers are these godlike beings called constellations, which are individuals with stories that have been told throughout history, ranging from famous war generals to literal archangels. They watch the apocalypse through the dokkaebis' channels as a form of entertainment, and can choose to sponsor a human, giving them their powers and aid. The humans-- now known as incarnations-- have to complete scenarios like quests in a video game, both for the constellations' entertainment and for their own survival, because there will be consequences for not completing a scenario.

There's a lot more to the story than that, and I do mean a lot. Although it's not nearly as close to 3,000 chapters, it's a good over 500. I'm currently on chapter 184, (and there's a Webtoon as well-- the art is absolutely stunning!) and totally hooked. If you haven't read it, I seriously recommend it. It's amazing. But I don't want to spoil anyone yet, so moving on, onto:

What is Hermitcraft?

It's a Minecraft server, an absolutely awesome one! It's been going on for a long time, about 10 years now, maybe? It's made up of 8 seasons, each lasting about a year. I'm actually a relatively new fan, since I started in Season 7.

Now, I could rant for hours upon hours about how awesome Hermitcraft is. How fun each of the members are. How much impact the creators themselves have had on the Minecraft game itself. How inspiring they all are. How beautiful the server is. It's an amazing series, and it truly deserves recognition. There's a reason it's lasted for 8 seasons, and I believe that the fandom and community will keep on running even after Minecraft itself falls out of the trends.

But I'm lazy! So, here!

What is Evo SMP?

*deep breath* I have a confession to make.

I never actually watched Evo.

All my knowledge on it is from Watcher!Grian AUs and fanfiction-- namely And The Universe Shifted.

I'm sorry. Take these cookies as an apology. 🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪

So! Uh, this is what I know about Evo:

It's a Minecraft server where everyone starts on the oldest version of the game, and these entities called Watchers make portals for the players to go through and get to the next Minecraft update.

One of the more notable members of Evo was Grian, who is now on Hermitcraft. After defeating the Ender Dragon, he was taken away by the Watchers, and I believe it was implied that he became one himself?

There's a lot of fanmade lore about the Watchers, like whether they're good or evil, their powers, the reason they took Grian, ect. It's assumed that in-universe, the timeline goes like Evo -> taken by Watchers -> ??? -> Hermitcraft. (And Yandere High School, but I'm even less qualified to talk about that.)

Additional little detail, one of Grian's friends from Evo, PearlescentMoon, also joined Hermitcraft in the latest season, so there's that.

Now, what does all of this mean?

It means that Grian became a constellation!

Finally, the actual freaking AU:

So in this AU, Grian and his friends are in the apocalypse, and they've all made a party, like in video games. The name of their party is Evolutions.

They've been surviving for a long time, and have gotten a lot of achievements under their belts. They're pretty well-known in the area, Grian in particular, who is infamous for starting "wars" between other groups.

One day, they go to slay this big, scary, high-ranked dragon. It's a tough battle, but they push through and they win. Great. The dragon is dead, the constellations are giving them coins, they got cool rewards, and everyone's alive, except-- hey, where's Grian?

So, MAJOR SPOILERS for Omniscient Reader, but an incarnation can become a constellation if they have 5 "legendary" stories. So Evo didn't know that-- but it's cool! I mean, they're pretty famous, but nothing that noteworthy, and it's not as if slaying this dragon would result in a "story", right?

Right?

So Grian's a constellation now. (Irrelevant to the story, but just imagine the chaos he would cause as a literal god. I mean, he started entire wars just as an incarnation!) And there's the question of why he can't go back to Evo. In ORV, Kim Dokja was still allowed to participate in the scenarios after he became a constellation. I haven't really worked that out yet.

So Grian's stuck, but not all hope is lost! After moping around for a while, watching his friends and companions deal with his disappearence, so close yet so far-- he gets an invitation to a famous nebula. (A nebula is a group of constellations.)

[The constellation 'Winged Seeker of Chaos' has joined the nebula 'Hermitcraft'!]

#hermitcraft #grian #evo smp #evo #omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv #omniscient reader spoilers #omniscient reader #hermitcraft au #epilogue speaks

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jomnki · 3 years ago

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hey! are you stalking me? are you for tons of oversharing from a stranger on the internet? well do i have the perfect list for you my buddy. maybe ill give you my address next ohh boy, wouldn't that be funny. i just like listing and sorting things.

☄️constant fixation

🌞love

☀️past love

🌤️obsessed on one character specifically (blorboised)

🌠nostalgic

☁️enjoys casually

🌩️made ocs for

-(tip: a lone ☀️ means a long gone interest i no longer feel much for)

-(repeats in different lists means that the interest has a comic/show adaptation that ive consumed and like a lot!)

creator based content

scp universe 🌞

aphmaus mystreet and other rp series ☀️☁️🌩️🌠

nijisanji vtubers ☀️

tma ☁️

hermitcraft ☁️

games/franchises

pokemon (mainline and sideline games) ☄️🌞🌩️🌠

omori 🌞

ace attorney series 🌞🌤️

fe3h (just the one game) 🌞🌤️

sonic (lore>games) ☀️🌤️🌩️☁️🌠

danganronpa ☀️🌤️☁️

fnaf ☀️🌤️🌩️🌠

persona 3-5 ☀️☁️

animal jam 🌞🌩️🌠

furby ☁️

minecraft ☁️🌩️

digimon ☁️

yakuza series ☁️

animal crossing ☁️

strawdew valley ☁️

cookie run kingdom ☁️

legend of zelda ☁️🌤️

deltarune ☁️

undertale ☀️🌠

moshi monsters ☀️🌤️🌠

faith ☁️

cotl ☁️

inscription ☁️

hypnospace outlaw ☁️

shows/ their respective comics

case closed 🌞🌠

(fei ren zai) 非人哉 🌞

开心超人联盟 (happy heroes) ☀️☁️🌠

take my brother away (快吧我哥带走）🌞🌠

saiki kusuo 🌞

mob psycho 100 ☁️

card captor sakura ☁️

trigun ☁️

barakamon ☁️

chainsaw man ☁️

nozaki sensai ☁️

toh ☁️

kaguya sama love is war ☁️

miraculous ladybug ☁️

recovery of an mmo junkie ☁️

tawog ☁️

spy x family ☁️

welcome to demon school iruma ☁️

peepoodo ☁️

gintama ☁️

full metal alchemist ☁️

hunter x hunter ☁️🌞

hetalia (sorry) 🌠

su ☀️🌠

fairy tail ☀️🌠

mha ☀️

ouran highschool host club 🌠

comics /novels

oh holy! 🌞

junji ito's works 🌞

lookism ☁️

youtsuba&! ☁️

heaven's official blessing 🌞

(硬核一中) ☁️

(快吧我哥带走) 🌞🌠

(头条都是他) 🌞

(非人哉) 🌞

(小心被梦魔吃掉哦) ☁️ uhm.

(别对我表白) ☁️

(她们的故事) ☁️ girl likes girl they kiss

omniscient reader's viewpoint ☁️

fanmade creations i like

kings maker ☁️

rusty pectorior ☁️ fanfic centered on notyx and psyborg, felt like i was watching an entire show

in which sunny can't name things ☁️ textfic based post true ending omori. they're just being silly and goofy.

stuff im kind of interested in learning more about

splatoon

unrelated general hobbies and likes

🍰drawing, sculpting, animating, writing- just making stuff in general

🎾i love seeing people be unapologetically cringe. i love your sans au where he's god go you.

🥩 kidcore, horror, primary colours, horror, sunflowers, retro, soft sunshine

🐙 paleontology, anthropology, history, biology, learning about as much stuff as i can and being annoying about it

🍨thrifted items, collecting, trinkets, wonky toys with the felt and plastic, plushies of many shapes and sizes preferably not full of fur, erasers, stickers, magnets, badges, keychains

🥞sorting things out by different categories, the rough texture of a washed hung out and dried towel, rain, cold weather, the blanket ive used for ages, organising belongings, playlist of animation memes and songs i play while i run around pretending in my head that im super awesome, running around without said playlist, going through old stuff

🍄the video game grinding, hoarding and organising in games, strategy games, bullet hells, rpgs

🍮 my boy, dogs n cats n rats, reptiles, birds, t-rex, dragons, animals I love animals

🍩 burgers, small bits of shredded chicken, apples, round grapes, cold cereal with plain cereal and granola, fruit juice, red roasted beef noodles

🥑 whatever music i can imagine my funny oh cees move to

✖️ hot weather die die die, the feeling of hair tickling my face, smell of my own sweat, nose itchy sneezy makes me want to kill, oily textures, my nails against the plaster wall, the plaster wall itself, the feeling of certain pens against paper, not having something to chew on, running around when i trip on something invisible and give myself the third bruise that week, hair going karen mode, remembering names and numbers,

the blorbos (not ordered)

dimitri fire emblem. i love depressed traumatised men that can kill me.

herlock strangler

cait sith meow

kiibo drv3 is my son in law

i desire bowser carnally.

yoshi is my other son in law.

the dogs from sanrio. all of them

the dawg. you know the one.

#i am cringe and i am free

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votederpycausemufins · 4 years ago

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The bonus stuff for Rustic House Club! It’s mainly a bonus scene, stuff about the Helsmits and Helscraft, and some screenshots of NPG’s base because i built it (mostly). but there is also something that’s connected to Summoning Family, so people who read that might want to check it out. It’s at the bottom.

(also gonna tag @petrichormeraki because of that fact)

Helsmits

Xannes aka Evil Xisuma - not actually a true helsmit, but the admin of the Helscraft server.

NPG - Created by Grian before the Evolution server. He acts as Grian’s hels counterpart.

Grifter aka Hels!Grian - someone even the helsmits themselves fear. Has the powers of a Listener (which are essentially Hels!Watchers) and abuses them. Was trapped in season 4 of helscraft by Prof and has yet to escape.

ProfH192 aka Hels!Doc - Resident good guy of the server who helps out where he can, mostly by stopping Xannes’ schemes. (the H192 is because H for Hels since doc had an M which could stand for Minecraft and 192 because 77 is the atomic number for Iridium and 192.22 is its atomic mass) He’s a pig hybrid instead of a creeper hybrid and also isn’t missing his right arm because he never tried spiting a god like Doc did canonically.

Base Iridium - the Helscraft form of Area 77, Base is a synonym for area, though it starts with B, and we just covered the connection with 77 and Iridium.

Perfect Sense aka Hels!Mumbo - The evil genius of the server who makes advanced redstone machinery that is always more complex than it needs to be.

Perfect Sense and Grifter as a pair are sometimes called the evil match made in aether. Both of them apart are already bad enough, especially Grifter, but together they are so much worse.

TrueSymmetry aka Hels!False - Won the election for Emperor/Empress, though now she’s been dethroned by Sense.

WaltzWare aka Whiskey aka Hels!Tango - True’s running mate for the election. Instead of a blaze hybrid, he’s a Tempest hybrid (since they don’t have the nether and the aether has a mob called the Tempest). His nickname comes from the fact that while I saw the name WaltzWare and loved it, I also thought of Tango being from the NATO phonetic alphabet and W there is Whiskey.

DelayVS and Phedaz aka Hels!Impulse and Hels!Zedaph - Phedaz is a name I’ve seen around and I used Delay instead of Indulge like i’ve seen people use because Delay is more of an opposite.

There is no Hels! Team Zit aka PDW or whatever you want to call it. They do not get together like their counterparts and absolutely hate each other.

Helsknight aka Hels!Wels - I don’t have anything to add for him, I’m just including him.

BadtimeswithScar aka Hels!Scar - Ran for Emperor/Empress and lost. Is a warlock who actively works with the Hels!Vex. Running mate was BTripleO1000.

BTripleO1000 aka Trip aka Hels!Bdubs - More O’s and 0’s!!!

Glodhet1085 aka Hels!Iskall - Did you know Iskall means ‘ice cold’ in Swedish? Well now you do! And Glödhet means red hot according to google translate! The 1085 is because in this universe, the 85 on Iskall’s name is because he was a hitman before Hermitcraft and killed 85 people. I don’t think I need to explain further. He either hates Calcite or loves diorite. Maybe both.

LaxSprite aka Hels!Stress - I just did a name based on finding antonyms for the two halves of Stress’ name. Though specifically Sprite is because I was recently listening to Scary Monsters and Nice Sprites.

Other notes: Hels!Jevin is a magma cube. Cub is also working with the Hels!Vex ofc. Peanut is a dog and the hels!counterpart to Jellie. Rendog is probably Rencat and a were cat, or something to do with cats. IDK. When a hermit doesn’t appear for a season, the hels version is killed off. When the same hermit comes back, the hels version also returns. If anyone questions them, they just say ‘I got better!’ and leave it at that.

Helscraft aka Hels!Hermitcraft - The main world of the Hels dimension since it is populated by the hels versions of many influential minecrafters. Technically the Hels dimension should be referred to Helscraft itself, but the Helsmits stole that name and no one dares question them.

The aether replaces the nether and the end is based on the theory that’s sprung up with the introduction of the skulks and wardens that they used to rule the end but now the dragon does. Their end is filled with endermen with green eyes. Skulk instead of shulkers(they spawn in shulkerboxes), and the warden as a boss instead of the end dragon.

The overworld is sort of a mushroomy version of the normal overworld. Grass and its variants are replaced by mycelium and nylium. The trees there are also similar to the giant mushrooms that make up the crimson and warped forests, but they aren’t exactly the same. The oak variant is a sort of lightish pink wood color. Spruce is a blue tinted wood. Birch is bright white, jungle a dark green, acacia is purple, and dark oak is pure black. Water looks blood red, purplish in swamps. All the stone is some variation of deepslate and the other new stones. Deepslate for stone, dripstone blocks for granite, tuff for andesite, and calcite for diorite.

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“Oh, before you guys go, could I make one request of you Xisuma?” the admin nodded, though a little reluctantly, and then NPG leaned in to whisper to him.

“There is something, or rather, someone in Hermitcraft that Xannes likes. Like, like likes. Maybe you could make it so he can visit, but only when I am with him?”

X listened, and then started nodding. “I believe that can be done, as long as you promise that he won’t cause too much destruction.”

“Well, I would also suggest allowing Prof too, but one of us has to stay to make sure that there’s something to come home to, especially with Sense being emperor now.”

“He’s wHAT?!” Xannes yelled, putting his helmet on. “Oh bloody fucking hell. How did he manage that.”

“Hey Xisuma! How about we leave now!” Grian quickly said, leaving both admins confused for a moment before they understood.

“I believe we can Grian.”

“Oh no! Don’t you dare leave with them! I swear if Sense ends up-”

NPG cut Xannes off. “Bye guys! I hope to talk to some of you soon!”

“Bye NPG!” Jrum waved, and then Xisuma took them back to Hermitcraft.

“So, what did you ask my brother?” Xannes asked NPG, who smiled.

“I made it so you can get to Hermitcraft, though it has a condition. I need to be with you so you don’t break anything.”

“That’s fucking stupid. Why would I want to go to Hermitcraft and not destroy stuff?”

“Because you have told Prof an I about your crush and it is obvious you really like him based on what seems to be a shrine in your closet to him.”

Xannes was glad his helmet hid his blush. “Uh, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m… I’mgonnagodealwithSensenowbye!” and the admin rushed out of the room, leaving NPG behind.

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NPG’s House

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For the readers of Summoning Family:

“You can’t just get rid of me! I am the emperor of this world!” Sense shouted as he held up a death ray. “Meanwhile you have nothing!”

He was given no verbal response from the person in front of him, but they did pull out an axe.

“Okay fine, you have some baseline weapons. You think I care?! I don’t. I’m just trying to figure out why someone like you would team up with an idiot like him.” Sense gestured to where NPG was standing.

“Well I’m the one who told them about the whole emperor thing, so they asked me to be their running mate!”

“They don’t need a bloody fucking running mate. They aren’t running for the throne, they’re trying to usurp me!” Sense glared at NPG, giving the other person a chance. Before Sense could raise his death ray again, the axe was swung and the blade hit. Then before Sense could even scream, shackles were placed on his wrists and ankles. Chains linking the shackles to their pair on the opposite limb. The person then removed everything on Sense’s person other than his clothes which at this point were stained red.

Sense was forced to his feet, nearly falling over again immediately as the chains were yanked. The person gave a signal to NPG who gave a quick ‘okay!’ and then they were leaving, dragging Sense behind them, taking him to who knows where.

#hermitcraft #helscraft #helsmits #grian #npc grian #npg #evil xisuma #mumbo jumbo #xisumavoid #jrumbot #hermit!tommy #My writing

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