#i may write a second part to this?

[robiinurheart33]

I’m SUCH a sucker for drunk calls/texts confessing their love and y’all know I gotta project it onto ghoap (buckle up guys its a long one I had to break it into two parts SORRY) pt. 2 (clicks for Palestine)

Soap’s blood is pumping. He can feel it heat up in his cheeks in the form of a blush, giggles bubbling up in his throat and his mind loose enough to just sew together a semblance of a bad idea.

Deployment had been boring at first. Stuck at home with unending nervous energy, fingers twitching and aching for the solid feel of a gun, the rough texture of his vest, the adrenaline clapping him on the shoulder before shooting through his veins like a drug. It was so unendingly dull. It’s not like he had anyone waiting for him at his apartment in Glasgow, and their break time was too short to visit his Ma.

So why not invite a few buddies out to drink? No harm, no foul.

Well, that’s what he initially thought. A couple hours later of wheezing and pounding of the table, shoes sticking to the ground and the smell of booze wafting though the air, Soap could confidently say that he was wasted. He’s leaning heavily on his buddy, chum, pal, that he for the life of him cannot remember right now. He’s swaying from side to side, feeling unusually breathless as he mumbles what could be the song that’s playing right now. He’s not sure. He combs his fingers through his hair, scratching a bit anxiously at the nape of his neck. Soap’s not sure if he wants to cry or laugh or vomit right about now. Pretty sure that’s a sign to fuck off, pass out on his bed and deal with the rest tomorrow.

Soap pushes off his… friend? Wait, did he even come with him? And heads towards the general direction where the toilet is. Might as well not look like a homeless person before heading home, wouldn’t wanna scare anyone. His head is spinning, pounding, loud, loud, loud, and nowhere near done with its madness. Soap slams his hand on the wall beside the toilet door, squinting and hoping the door he’s reaching for is the actual door, not it’s double. He does, in fact, get the right door (small miracles), and pushes it open.

He fumbles with his zipper and exhales heavily as he relieves himself. The man beside him in the toilet exits with a sniffle and stumbles out, the music getting louder for a second before the door closes again. Soap leans heavily against the sink counter and washes his hands, placing his fingers together and splashing water onto his face. Soap drags his hands down before greyish-blue eyes look back at him with a piercing stare. He blinks, and re-evaluates again. His hair is flopping to one side, weighed down by sweat. His face is flushed and his skin glows slightly with a thin sheen of sweat, his freckles just shy of being seen under his rosy cheeks, eyebags evident through the haze. He looks down and- oh. It appears his attempt at splashing his face with water wasn’t as successful as he’d hoped, half of his shirt drenched in water. Soap tugs loosely at the corner of his sleeves, releasing the bundled up fabric at his pits. He frowns in discomfort as the sticky heat of his arms lay back down against his skin. He sighs once more, not really feeling like his lungs are filling with oxygen, turning around and laying his hip against the counter lazily before pulling out his phone. 0237. He swipes down on his home screen and pouts at the “no new notifications” tab. He unlocks his phone and swipes through his contacts, unsure of who to drunk text at this hour. Gaz is probably asleep by now, if anyone has a spotless sleeping schedule, it’d be him. Price would have his head on a platter if he texted him about anything non-military business. Laswell, no. Ghost?

Huh.

Ghost…could be someone he could text. Soap isn’t quite sure if he would be awake right now. Do ghosts even need sleep? He huffs at his little comment, tapping on their chat together. Do they have the kind of relationship where soap can dramatically drunk text Ghost at 2am right now? Soap lets out a little bemused huff when he sees that he reached a dead end to their chat after one swipe of his thumb. Of course. Right bastard doesn’t text anyone. He tilts his head up to meet the flickering white light of the bathroom ceiling, watching water damage and mold streak across the concrete. Ghost… how is he during deployment? Does he still wear that mask around the relative safety of his own apartment? Does he have any hobbies? Does he go to the gym as well? Does he long to be back on base? Does he long to be back in the chaos of the war zone, alongside soap? Does he think of soap? Does he ever think to- before Soap knows what he’s even doing, his fingers clumsily type out a greeting.

Hwlli

That’s not quite right.

Gellp

Nope.

Hellu

Oh my god.

Hello

There we go! Soap smiles giddily at his screen, bringing it closer to his face before very carefully writing a much more sophisticated and brilliant follow up.

U up?

He’s the smartest person in the entire world. He supposes a part of himself preens at the thought of even just being able to text someone like Ghost. Big, bad, Ghost. He decidedly does not giggle like a schoolgirl. Just as his mind starts to wander back to the world outside the sickly bathroom, his phone vibrates, and looks down in confusion.

Drunk?

Soap frowns.

Who

You.

Wanna try anf gues, Lt?

You are drunk.

He says it like it’s a fact, like he knows everything. It annoys Soap, much more than it should. He supposes that it could maybe be something to do with the massive amounts of alcohol thrumming through his bloodstream at the moment, but he knows for a fact that it slices through his brain, presses against his throat and contracts his chest.

Yiu think so?

I know so.

Soap thinks Ghost is being a real dick right now.

Ittle know iy all

You’re drunk, Johnny. What do you want me to do about it?

Johnny. Johnny. Johnny. His head spins. If he closes his eyes and imagines hard enough, he can hear the raspy gravel of Ghost’s solid, thick British accent murmuring commanders into his ear. Speaking of noises, his brain starts to register more of the music from outside, the start of a song that Soap can vaguely remember, but he can’t quite put his finger on it right now. The electric guitar, drums and bass all purr in his subconciousness, his lips parting over the words, moving silently as he tries to pinpoint exactly where in the song he is right now. There’s this tune… think of you.. repeat, until I fall asleep, spilling drinks on my settee…do I wanna know? Soap whispers, his mind curling and his ribs creaking. He feels like he’s truly, deeply losing it now, fingers slowly loosening over his phone. His head feels too big and his cheeks are burning, his shirt too tight against his chest and arms and his toes too restricted under his shoes. Everything was funny and everything was too bright and shiny and yearning and blurring and he wishes Ghost was here and he wishes everything was different and he wishes life could just be a little bit easier and-

His phone is vibrating.

Crawling back to you.

[good-beansdraws]

Mutual left this tag on one of my Fuuta analyses and yeah...

Part two of "Fuuta’s central theme is invasion of privacy and he has extreme anxiety over being watched, so it's interesting that we get to pick him apart and see all his worst, most private thoughts" :(

[piningpercussionist]

transfem scott getting lots of support from ramona and kim in the early 2000's when shit's very taboo but they all 3 have a fire forged bond and lord if they aren't going to make sure they're all as happy as they can be because they've come this far and I dunno it just makes me happy all three of them

YES YES YES

It makes me very happy as well,,

Like I've said before. General Trans Scott enthusiast here- I love the idea of their little support network *violent coughing* I (we?) mean polycule *violent coughing* so fucking much.

Ramona I think has a bit of a more gentle hand with reassuring Scott with gender issues, but sometimes she just can't help herself from some pointed banter or teasing- how could you with someone so dense? (Said w affection)

And then Kim I think is more blunt. But like, in a good way mostly, you know? The kinda blunt that makes you snap to attention and go "Oh. Yeah that was silly of me." And if Ramona's started some sort of banter? Kim is SO piling on. Maybe sometimes she's a bit TOO blunt with it- but it's only because she's so firm in her support. She wants Scott to Get It Together- and be happier for it. So if some ribbing now and again is in order, then goddamnit she will do so! Anything to crack that shell.

And ohhh can you imagine how they would react to some transphobic bullshit?? Unholy terror would be driven into the offender before they walk off with an absurd amount of coins between them. I can feel it in my bones. Scott doesn't even have to lift a finger (if the transphobe is even noticed/processed at all, bc I honestly can see Scott just. Not realizing someone's being transphobic.) Kim giving someone a lashing with her tongue as distraction and then Ramona coming in with the hammer- BAM! Free Money! Paying literally with your life for your transphobia. A Better And Just World.

And of course (transfem Scott more specifically, here,) the way Scott would start to flourish under their support... cagey and maybe a little (perhaps a lot-) resistant to start- but Kim's blunt affirmations and no nonsense attitude for bullshit (which is what Scott insisting on "being cis" would be, c'mon now,) and Ramona's also low bullshit tolerance but less Stabby (bc I won't lie, that's probably how Kim's comments would feel,) assurances? Ough... My Heart... Be Still-

I would Kill for them, Your Honor-

(Ran out of tags so putting this in the body of the post- I am SO tired someone pls sound off if this isn't as coherent as I am hoping this is. I WAS trying to nap and get the extra sleep I desperately needed but the writing bug... it Bit Me.... only a little but enough to stop that process-)

[chiropteracupola]

today I am drawing the silly video game men again, tomorrow who can say what will happen!

[umem1ya]

what if. what if I did a whole post abt ex-togame what if.

[the-busy-ghost]

Me normally: Let people love what they love

Me, after a Test Match Special commentator expresses their belief that the new All Creatures Great and Small is somehow "better" than the 1978 version: This is pure insanity and TMS can no longer be trusted on anything, how can they even be trusted to know about cricket, do they have no TASTE

[catboygirljoker]

I saw your tag about Brown eyed Braig being sung to the tune of Brown Eyed Girl

And I need you to know that is exactly, 100% what is happening inside my brain every time I say it.

CLAPPING CHEERING......i miss his pretty big brown eyes.........

braig's texture/model/appearance/vocal performance/characterization/name are all subtly different enough that in my brain hes just a completely different character. im fully aware that this is arbitrary and makes no sense and i do my level best to remind myself that he is the exact same character. but i fail often.

but even then. even still. i legitimately get kinda emotional when i think about his brown eyes. pensive emoji.

[polyamoryprincess]

I’m kinda thinkin about how G**d O*ens season 2 tried so hard to veer into homosexuality land but just kind of didn’t slow down, hit a few gays, and still ended up at the compulsory heterosexuality mega mall and I just…

[sugurau]

so . steeples fingers. here are some fun verses i have been thinking about, not necessarily to write (though i could) but just that i can't get out of my head

cannot stop thinking about an au where it was satoru who snapped. who lost his mind. who defected. a role reversal, if you will. he gets nanako and mimiko, he severs all ties with the gojo clan. he gets the girls, he raises them, loves them. suguru is the one left at the school. it is suguru who gets megumi. suguru who has to remedy and mend the fact that that's toji's kid. i'd just be so curious about the dynamics. the differences. i'm salivating frankly

AND THE SECOND ONE

also cannot stop thinking about an au where it's not non-sorcerers that suguru is going after, it's the elders. the higher ups. the whole FUCKED UP system, suguru wants burnt to the ground. he'll kill non-sorcerers, sure, for doing what was done at the village to nanako and mimiko, but he doesn't actually have anything completely, or solely, against them. his main enemies are the ones who continue to perpetuate a failing system. i was just thinking about it. would anyone join him? would anyone else want to make a change, starting from the people up top? satoru, shoko, nanami? anyone? if suguru's mission isn't one of massacring random civilians who don't know better, but actually going after those who do and still decide not to change — would this be a different story entirely?

[variousqueerthings]

my friend and I are watching the high school musical movies (I think I'd only ever seen the second one before), and yes. Chad is queer in some form and Ryan is obviously gay, but I feel like I've not seen people discuss how Kelsi is so very non-binary coded

[sunshinereddie]

a month after her husband’s passing, patty uris sees something strange on the news.

it’s a story about a missing person, a man who has been missing for a month now- a man named edward kaspbrak. patty watches as the news anchor explains the story, about how edward one day got up and left his job in new york without notice, told his wife he would be gone for a few days, and has not been seen or heard from since. a video recording plays of mrs kaspbrak, advocating that this behaviour was completely out of character for her husband, how something was definitely wrong with, that she fears something has happened to him, that she just wants to find him. the date on that video is three weeks old. edward kaspbrak remains missing.

the news anchor goes on to explain how the search for the man has extended out of new york and into neighbouring states and even further in the attempts to find him, but patty isn’t really listening to the words being spoken. because she is far too busy looking at the picture of the man in the top right corner of the television, her heart pounding in her chest and her hands beginning to shake…

because she knows that man.

well, she doesn’t ‘know’ him- she’s never met him before in her life. but his face, she knows she’s seen it before. and the name, kaspbrak, she’s definitely heard it before, but not with the first name ‘edward’… no, she knew him as something else, a nickname…

patty drops whatever she’s doing and rushes into her bedroom, opening up her closet and pushing all of her clothes aside. her late husband had always been quite sentimental, and stanley had kept quite a few mementos from his youth all the way through adulthood- and he kept them all in these boxes at the back of their closet. patty pulled out the dusty boxes, and with trembling hands, she opened them for the first time without stanley.

in the boxes were various random objects, perhaps looking like junk to someone else, but patty knew that they were some of stanley’s most loved possessions. an old battered copy of a birdwatching book, the first one stanley had ever received as a child. the baseball from the game where stanley had gotten the winning point for his team (stanley had stopped playing long before he had met patty, but he had never stopped being sentimental about that game). patty shuffled various yearbooks, trading cards, and journals that littered the box, until she came across what it was she was looking for: a photo album.

she placed the book on her lap, reading the title that stanley had written in his neat printing: ‘SUMMER 1989’. she hesitantly flipped open the book, and began looking through the pages. each one was filled with photographs, of her husband at twelve years old along with the group of friends she had always heard so much about. not so much as of recently (in the years before his death, it seemed as though stan’s memory of his past was starting to grow worse and worse), but when they had first started dating, oh how her husband- then boyfriend- had told her stories. stories about his friends, “the losers club” they had called themselves. how they were the best friends stan had ever had, how they were a little less like friends and a little more like family. stanley spoke of them less and less as the years went on, but patty never forgot- she could never forget about the people who had made her husband so happy and so loved, despite never having met them herself.

but she wasn’t looking through the photo album just for the memories- she was looking for something. someone. and it was close to the end of the book (well, it wasn’t quite the “end” of the book, it was only about halfway through, but that was where the pictures mysteriously stopped, and made patty wonder what had happened the rest of that summer) that she finally found it: the picture that made her blood run cold.

it was a photograph of her husband during that summer of ‘89. he wore a small smile on his face as he stared into the camera, but it wasn’t him that patty was focused on. instead, she was looking at the other person in the picture- the boy who had his arm thrown around stanley’s shoulder, and a wide, toothy grin on his face. his face was thirty years younger and ever so distorted from the poor quality of the old picture, but there was no mistaking it.

it was the face of the man patty saw on the news.

she picked off the piece of tape holding the photograph against the page, and slowly turned the picture over, where she was once again met with stan’s neat printing on the back of the picture- and this time, it felt like her heart stopped.

July 27th, 1989- Stanley Uris & Eddie Kaspbrak.

there it was. eddie kaspbrak- the man patty saw on the news. the man who was missing. as she read the name over and over again, then flipped the picture over and stared at the young boy’s face, it felt like the world around her was slowly starting to fall around her.

she always thought that there was something not quite right about stanley’s death. how sudden, how unexpected it had been. but now… things were starting to become far too strange for her. first, stanley’s death. then, just the very next day she had received a frantic phone call from a woman claiming to be his old friend, asking about him. and now, one of stanley’s best friends from childhood, the ‘eddie’ that patty used to hear so much about, was missing? and from the sounds of it, had gone missing right around the same time stanley had passed a month earlier.

patty’s hands dropped to her lap, the photo album falling to the floor in front of her. as she stared down at the photograph, those two young smiling faces staring back at her, she had only one thought going through her mind.

what had really happened to her husband?

[tennessoui]

do you know when we’ll be getting foolproof’s update, kit? Just wanted to ask bc I have a super stressful day today and I’ve been excited about reading the new chapter as a reward for getting through the stressful stuff for days 🥰🥰🥰

ahhh this is fair this is fair

ive actually reached the point in the chapter where it could very much be split into 2 halves seeing as i'm at 6.5k with about roughly 4 very crucial scenes to go, which would double that word count and then some....

but those are words that aren't there yet (for a time and tide update, i once just split a 12k chapter into 2 parts and posted them at the same time), so i could post what i have --- the current completed scene would be a stopping point that makes sense and it'd be roughly 6k --- or i could wait to post until i have what would be the full chapter and then split it into 2 parts and post them at the same time (that might be up to another week?) --- or i could post 1 very long chapter that does what i want it to do but could be overwhelming to read

literally went on a thirty minute walk today to try and think this through because trust me i do want to give y'all what's coming asap but i also have a vision, which at this point contradicts my stance against 14k chapters (they're gifts from god but also i get lost in them!)

[alien-enjoyer]

Recaps From the Time Between

Four Months After the Universe Unfroze:

Hello and welcome to the Hermitcraft Recap! My name is Pixlriffs, our writer is ZloyXP, and the subtitles are done by Lyarrah. Except - this isn’t a Hermitcraft Recap. No, this video is a bit different.

We here at the Recap have known the Hermits a very long time. They’re not just the Players we Watch, they’re our friends. And so, it is with a heavy heart I must announce that some have gone missing, and for the first time we are asking for all the help we can get in finding them again. None of these people have been seen since the explosive ending of Hermitcraft season eight.

As you may also know, when Hermits have disappeared in the past some of my peers on Empires - other Emperors - have also disappeared. I know we are strictly a Hermitcraft Recap, not an Empires Recap - that would get far too politically convoluted for myself, for starters - this is once again the case and I must call upon you, our audience, for help.

However, both the number of Hermits and Emperors that have disappeared is much smaller than the previous two times, so we cannot guarantee the disappearances are connected. The Hermits that have gone missing are: Falsesymmetry, GoodTimesWithScar, Grian, ImpulseSV, MumboJumbo, Guardian PearlescentMoon of Gilded Helianthia, Ranboo and ZombieCleo. The Codfather, Jimmy Solidarity of the Codlands, the closest and oldest ally to my own kingdom, has also disappeared.

All of the other Hermits have been accounted for since Season 8’s end. In the unlikely event that you have found any of the people I have listed, please do not hesitate in contacting either myself or any of the crew here at the Recap, your Emperor, a local authority like the Mayor of a major server, or XisumaVoid.

And it’s unlikely, but if any of the missing Hermits see this video, please. Use any method you can to contact us.

That’s about it for this Recap. We will try and keep you updated, but we are the Hermitcraft Recap and the Hermits have already decided Season 9 will not go ahead until we can confirm the whereabouts of the missing Hermits. Even if they did, with two Emperors missing and a third recovering from the Moonfall, There’s a very good chance I would be too busy to voice a weekly show, anyway.

Take care, bye for now.

Six months after the universe unfroze:

[Community Post]

Hi all, there’s been no news on the missing Hermits and Codfather yet. However, you might have heard something about all portals to the DreamSMP closing up. The last time this happened, Ranboo had recently joined the Hermits. It may mean nothing, but we said we’d update, so we’re updating.

That’s all. Again, please do not hesitate to speak to a Hermit, Emperor, or local authorities if you think you see someone. Reminder, we are looking for False, Scar, Grian, Impulse, Mumbo, Pearl, Ranboo, Cleo, and Codfather Jimmy. There’s also unconfirmed reports that Martyn InTheLittleWood has also gone missing; although he’s a known nomad, he has disappeared when Hermits have in the past. Images of all these Players can be found below.

-Zloy

A year after the universe unfroze:

[Community Post]

Good news!

False and her eagle have been found after a year of flying around the cosmos, and she brought news from Space around the DreamSMP. Apparently, it’s not just the portals - she was unable to even approach entering orbit, let alone landing. She described it as lag, or a chunk error, but for the whole planet. It’s a worrying development, but all the information we can gather is invaluable.

False touched down in the Crystal Cliffs to pick up Gem the other day, who has newfound determination to find her fellow Hermits and Emperors. We can only hope that the combined magical force of the Grand Wizard, and the sharpest minds of Hermitcraft can work together to locate the others.

As always, images of the missing Players can be found below.

-Pix

[rouge-the-bat]

finally getting around to writing a lil kurahi fic...!!!! over 1000 words in my draft rn, this is so exciting to finally actually be Writing something :'3!!!!

[dirtbra1n]

I’m being a silly guy again don’t mind me. but my problem is that I’m entirely too willing to devote ungodly amounts of time to thinking about ichinose and his problems because I think. it’s been established. that I like weird guys. but it’s HARD to do that because a) he doesn’t show up nearly as much as masato does b) not as much to work with* and c) The dorm manager doesn’t have a fucking name. so. I don’t know Still might do it though

[hgejfmw-hgejhsf]

My HONEST OPINION is that you are one of the most open-hearted, approachable, trustworthy people I've ever had the pleasure of interacting with in fandom. I always look forward to seeing what you have to say (both writing-wise and also just in general) and seeing your name lights up my computer screen.

Oh.

This is so incredibly kind of you, anon. Reaching through my screen with tears in my eyes to hug you so tight.