#pickaxe tw

[thelosttemplerockhound]

"Hm....what do we have here?"

"This is...a very interesting case.....I've never seen anything like this before!!"

"This is revolutionary!!!"

-@blackrocks-greatest-mind

*she's already holding her gear; by this point the entirety of her left hand and forearm have become crystallized, with other crystals still being embedded in other parts of her body*

"I'm not lettin' ya do anythin' to me without a phight..."

*she's clearly going to hold her ground despite the fact that she's in obviously in agony right now*

[wry-and-erring-stimmer]

(source)

[weird0strawberry]

For the ask game which artwork are you the most proud of? I really like all your art btw :D

this is. superrrr late I’m so sry but uhhhh. out of what I’ve posted, prolly the comic I’ve lovingly nicknamed bunny pickaxe. It has a lotta lore I’ve forgotten about by now. I’ve wanted to make somewhat of expansion, but I’m less set on the og idea

out of any work at all though definitely my memorial to techno. I made it through a lot of grief and I don’t think I’ll create smth as beautiful for a while.

[gojo-mochi]

Telling JJK men “I’m not putting my minecraft bed next to yours tonight”

TW: Sweet/Simple. Mild Suggestive on Toji's part

Gojo:

Dramatically falls to his knees, tears, snot, all the works. Threatens to jump off the highest block in all the lands. Kidnaps your pet wolf or favorite farm animal and tells you that he’s “taking the kids and leaving.” Would loudly put on sad music as he plays right next to you, digging in the mines underground very, very slowly. Not even using his best equipment, just a shitty stone pickaxe because he thinks that makes him look more gloomy in your eyes. Would talk out loud to all the animals you own about how he misses you and how “Momma” is mad at him. 

Geto:

Looks flabbergasted that you would even utter something like that to him. Hits back with “Well, I’m not gonna put my bed next to yours!” Like he was the one to said that in the first bed. Quickly goes to make a very elaborate Minecraft House so he can brag about how comfy and deluxe it is in front of it. Makes a grand tour of showing you the inside, which ends at the bedroom which he decorated to the nines. A sly attempt to somehow make you jealous enough so you would come crawling back to him so you could live in this new fancy mansion he made (in a video game)

Nanami: 

Have a heartbroken look on his face right after you said that, and you immediately regret it. Would take his bed out of the house first so your character can still be in there; would move his bed down to the basement or another building. Goes on a journey to pick up some flowers or lure in a new pet dog/cat/parrot to win back your love (he never lost it). You put your beds back together in less an hour and played the rest of the night, all snuggled up in Nanami’s lap as you watch him tend to the farming. 

Choso: Is also heartbroken by your words. Stops playing the game and looks at you like a kicked puppy. “Does that also mean that I can’t sleep with you in our bed tonight?” (He’s talking about your real-life bed). You don’t know whether or not you should tease him further or just say that it was a joke all along. If you decide to tease him further and double down on your words, he would spend a whole day in secret, building something to show you in the game world. A whole field of flowers or a statue of your in-game character as a show of good will. 

Toji:

Not really into the game that much but plays it because you like it. So saying that doesn’t really bother him until you say it also applies in real life, then that will get his head to turn. With his eyebrow raised and his arm crossed, he looks at you and asks, “Are you really going to go down this route?” You fought hard to keep a straight face and nodded. “If you take it back now, I will forget this all even happened, last chance.” Toji uncrossed his arms and placed his hands on his knees as he got into position to start chasing. You glance at your escape route (the door) and suck in a breath. “You’ll never catch me alive.” And with that you ran. You sprinted out the door as fast as you could, screaming for your life as Toji chased behind you.  You don’t get far before he catches you and throws you over his shoulder, pinning you down to your shared bed, and making you regret your words from earlier.

[toxic-botanics]

*he nodded in agreement to what bivekit said. Though it is still... worrying that he smells (and slightly looks like) a rotting corpse- the fact that he didn't notice the dagger still stabbed in his back too...*

-> She's come back down to do something, and by sheer coincidence...

"Ohhh my gods- are you okay???"

-- Heartsong (@medicinal-mystery)

*he flinched, saw heartsong, and then proceeded to climb up a tree to "hide" as best as he could (though, the big magic circle behind his back didnt really help). It might be best to leave him alone right now- he was probably trying to calm himself...*

[its-hitoshi]

sevika and her gut instincts

you'd say at the end of season 2, sevika, in a way, won. she didn't die -- only lost an arm while finally uniting zaun in some capacity, and becoming its representative to piltover.

sevika has always trusted her gut. it's never led her wrong. however just because she trusts it doesn't mean she's listened all the time

tw: disordered eating, emetophobia

luckily for her parents, sevika was never a sickly child. though the Grey affected her, as it did everyone in zaun, sevika never had a cold that lasted too long. never had blood or grey tints in the phlegm coughed up. what she always had problems with, however, was her stomach. it started when she was small -- when her parents started arguing. though she'll never admit it, one of her first memories is curling up against the leg of the family dinner table -- shoddy and rough with future splinters -- as her parents shouted at each other. now sevika knows that the rent was going up despite wages the piltie owners meted up stayed steadily low. whether that was a result of their zaunite proxy being greedy or the pilties being out of their goddamn mines, sevika still doesn't know. she'll say her stomach hurt from hunger -- which wasn't a lie. but she's long forgotten the stress her tiny body felt as her parents' voices warred against each other. she shrank smaller and smaller until all the stress could go was to her center -- her stomach. it ached.

as she grew older, the same story rewinded. hunger. anger. ache.

when she grew of age, finally, to bleed, it hurt so bad. her parents didn't want her to, but she worked in the mines. it was safer to work than to play and be stolen away, after all. organs were needed in piltover. extra workers were needed in mines that were known to have even worse conditions than this one. she worked and worked and worked through the pain -- swung her pickaxe into the rock. shimmied her way through tunnels far too small for the her of today to fit both arms (metal and flesh) into.

black dust tints whatever she coughs up now. it's like a rite of passage, spitting grey onto the already stained streets. it was only when she was walking home did she feel the warmth between her legs. how it felt wrong, like a knife slowly shoving into her despite how she knows something is coming out. it was the beginning of the last times when she hugged her mother, who explained to her quietly that she was growing up now. she's turning into a woman. it's normal. it'll hurt, but that'll go away (she'll get used to it. she won't bleed very often, especially if there's not enough for her to eat... her mother's heard of the layoffs coming up in the next few weeks. this is their only blessing)

sevika is sixteen when her mother dies. her mother's hope was right. her bleeding came and went. sometimes after one month, sometimes after nine. in time, sevika would realize her body always gave her a warning, as she woke up with her gut cramping up. she can't eat the day she finds out her mother has died. it was a cave-in. it killed all 26 workers of that tunnel. sevika had been in the next one over. her mouth is dry, yet she doesn't get a glass of water. doesn't want any despite how lucky she is to live in a miner's house, one of the few types of houses in zaun that have running water.

the funeral happens quickly. sevika's father says, abruptly, that they need to burn her mother. it's part of her culture. sevika wonders what this culture is -- still does. she was never taught. all her mother ever told her was that her name means servant of god in the language of her mother's homeland. well, the homeland of her mother's mother. she never learned much either. simply bits and pieces of the language. as she breathes in the smoke from the fire, feels its warmth, she wonders when was the last time her mother held her. maybe this was one last goodbye.

the first meal she has after that whole ordeal -- when was the last time she had eaten? 48 hours? 72? maybe more? -- sevika throws up. her father realized at some point that they should eat. he left once he gobbled up what amount was on his plate. left only enough money for their upcoming rent. sevika, instead, ran and threw up outside the house. all she can think of as she stares at the barely digested food is what a waste of money.

her father comes back, reeking of alcohol. the scent stings her nose. sevika has seen the way the winds blow. janna's protection could only last so long for the children of zaun. her luck's run out.

without her mother, the work needed to meet the rent has only gone up. her father's drinking doesn't help either. sevika finds it easier on the body to simply not eat as much rather than take up even more extra shifts. in her free time, she steals. piltover takes all their money -- them and their wannabe zaunite proxies in charge of the mines and and who want to be in charge the lanes because of piltover's greed -- it's only right that she takes some back.

her gut feels weird one day. doesn't hurt, just... weird. though she's seen that the streets are empty, sevika stays in her spot. she realizes she hadn't been aware enough as an enforcer stalks his way down the street where she would have landed.

she listens to this weird, odd feeling. it's somehow always right. it serves her well. she felt it as she walked away from vander. it was with her as finn's voice grated at her ears. what she doesn't listen to is how her stomach screams for sustenance, at times. sometimes food, sometimes for acknowledgement of hurt like it did the first time her father threw a beer bottle at her.

it's easier to drown out when she drinks -- just like her father did. perhaps that's what else she inherited from him. he used to say she was all her mother. all she had from him were her eyes.

smoking comes naturally to her -- what was there to worry about? her lungs shriveling like some silly piltie claimed would happen? it was a 'healthcare' campaign of some sort spearheaded by a rich, spoiled brat. whatever of her lungs the Grey and coal dust didn't already ruin deserved to be dusted with ash she decided to grace it with. (it numbs that ache in her stomach too, which somehow continues to hurt despite how old she's grown.)

her father's dead now -- she let his body float into the river. strapped a bottle of alcohol to his chest -- better quality than what she knows he'd usually drink some days she finds herself on the verge of vomiting even if she eats nothing that day. she doesn't waste her money frivolously at the bar. smokes cheap cigarettes filled with who knows what. she's met vander and silco. they're kind people. they share. she doesn't have to be hungry anymore. she steals enough to sustain herself as most of the money goes to rent. the rest to food, obviously. yet still, her stomach quietly aches.

[itsgirlcraft]

TW gore/veins, bloodshot eye

...so guess who just made a Rainbow Pickaxe™ minecraft texture/pixel art ahaha-

This is. Specifically the Steve Labs version- yes that one-off video with Assistant Steve and everything-

And yup this is ALSO for my TWA AU lol, but I got an idea for a mod too 😅

Uhhh @its-indigos @dracl-dragon

I think yall would be interested?

Explanation under the cut :3

So like- au first-

In TWA, there's 3 rainbow pickaxes: TSS, RQ, and Steve Labs here. Currently, I'm imagining RQ to be bedazzled with jewels and is very shiny and sturdy. TSS is probably (mostly) like that one drawing I posted, but a bit more...idk, element-based? Fire n water and all that.

And then there's this one. I imagine he has a fleshy texture. You can feel his heartbeat in the handle, his anxious breathing. Sure, the other two have faces, but this...is different. Tbh, this texture is just gory bc I didn't feel like adding the limbs directly. But I imagine he has at least 1 semi-functional hand, maybe both. That's why he can drag himself around as a dropped item.

I'm not quiteeee sure how I wanna design that part, like where his mouth, other eye, ears maybe, etc, go. I'd base it off of the configuration of his body in the crafting grid (head middle-left, torso center, legs middle-right), but that doesn't quite...work well?? Idk what to do with his legs.

Yeah and so. Eventually the main TWA gang find the Steve Lab, which is like. Immediately after the video ends, so Rainbow has just escaped and is trying to get away from the lab. And the group run into him nearby, which accidentally alerts Labs!Assistant/Sabre to Rainbow's location. The unexpected company ofc makes them curious, and while the gang try to convince Rainbow to trust them, the Labs duo come over and just barely see Rain before he hides behind the group's legs.

As for the mod idea- ahahaa it's uhhh interesting? There's three variants of the pickaxe, this one is the first. You can either a, find him just in a chest/out in the wild, b, craft him yourself, or c, steal it like. From another player or maybe the lab itself. Form 1 is just called the Rainbow Pickaxe, and its little like..tag thing? Says "you can feel his heartbeat. It's very fast.." When you first mine/hit something, the tag becomes "It appears to be bleeding. Its eye is pleading in silence."

If you find him, his relationship with you is more neutral, and if you craft him, it's already negative. The more you use him, the more he bleeds, and the worse it all just..is. Sometimes you can hear crying if he's in a chest, whether or not you use him. He's probably got decent enchantments and/or abilities, so you'd *like* to use him. If you drop him, he starts running away. If you manage to catch him, the tag becomes "Why couldn't you give me freedom?"

Form 2 happens if you gather the necessary materials to transform him back, it's also possible if you simply summon him and don't turn him into a pickaxe at all. It's probably, like, decently midgame, maybe redstone-infused diamonds, idk. But whatever it is, it takes effort to achieve. If you crafted him originally, he's gonna attack and run away. You won't get to have a good relationship for a long time, maybe never. If you found him, and especially if you didn't/barely used him, he'll have a good relationship with you. If you used him a lot, you'll have a more neutral relationship.

In this form, he becomes a Steve again. Since he's not exactly well-versed in ✨️life✨️, he doesn't have a good grip on his powers, if any. He has pickaxe-shaped horns and wings/tail. If you have a good enough relationship, which requires further development once you turn him back, he'll give/trade you the "pure pickaxe." This is the diamond pickaxe with his energy partially infused, and it provides many good things for you, such as being a dynamic light, weapon, and tool, all in one. It has the tag, "he trusts you to wield his vessel once again."

In the positive relationship, he can help ofc with mining, but he prefers aboveground resource gathering, despite being better at underground exploration. He can glow, as well as use said pure pickaxe before he gives it to you. If you've talked to him, either through the chat or thru paper/books, he'll slowly start speaking to you, starting with a "Thank you" when you turn him back.

In the negative relationship, he escapes and leaves you behind, actively avoiding you. He doesn't attack much - he's more like a frightened animal. Same with the neutral relationship. In the neutral one, you can gain his trust, it's just a bit harder since he's now a person. Providing him with resources can help.

The third form happens if you decide to kill him at this point: the "haunted rainbow pickaxe." Which can only be obtained if you go thru this whole process, and is on a similar power/utility level to the pure pickaxe. It's similar in mechanics to the first form, but more intense. Sometimes it will cry out in pain. The tag on this one ranges from "his heart beats no longer. Only cries of pain are left behind." to "my wails of betrayal haunt your mind. I trusted you. Why?" to "no turning back now." Mostly depending on how much you use him.

He can't be turned back. One key difference between pure and haunted is that this has no light, and has a special attack which sometimes damages you/gives you negative effects. The haunted texture is a more gruesome form of the og variant, while the pure texture basically just removes the gore. There's still an eye on it, though. Sometimes the haunted form will grow a mouth on its handle and bite you.

[fymo-blogs]

Hope you don't mind the fact that I was quite literally waiting for stimboard reqs to reopen for this but could ya do a stim of a new oc I've been working on named Kennedy? [I posted sum neat art of him on my profile]

Only requested theme is trans pride stuff, other themes are up to you based on vibes you get :>

This is my second time doing this one bc Tumblr glitched :(

Warning for pickaxes below cut!

🖤|⛏️|💫

🕸|🏳️‍⚧️|🫙

🧭|🌫|♠️

Kennedy stimboard

Requested by: @ahandfulofm0ss

Themes: Pickaxes, black, red, trans

Note: I do not support the crappy actions of anybody on DSMP, especially Dreams

Song:

[antoimne]

do you do darker content?

if so can i request the hunters witnessing their survivor lover after a match all beaten up and bloody?

Part one- 🩸How would hunters react seeing their s/o bloody and injured after a match?

🪨 Fool’s gold x !injured reader

🌪️ Nightwatch x !injured reader

🥀 The ripper x !injured reader

Yes yes! I’m thinking of doing this for all hunters, so I’ll probably divide it in multiple parts. Here’s the first one to apologize for taking time to respond :,) Hope this isn’t too far off what you were thinking! I’ll try to write for the others soon!

(Part two here).

Tw: mentions of blood and injures (obv)

Matches had been particularly intense for you that day—hunters seemed rougher than usual, their attacks filled with something almost personal. At first, you weren’t sure why. But then it clicked.

Ever since you and your lover had begun your relationship, things had slowly began to change. Almost imperceptibly at first—but now? Now it was undeniable. The rumors had spread. The manor was small, and secrets couldn’t stay buried for long.

You’d both agreed to keep things low profile. You knew how cruel the other hunters could be. It was as if the manor was leeching what little humanity remained from them, leaving only hollow, destructive shells of what they once were.

You were nearly finished decoding the final machine, heart fluttering at the thought of your warm room—and your lover’s embrace—when you felt something, rather someone looming behind you.

You didn’t even get the chance to turn.

All you felt was a sudden wave of pain rushing through your body, blinding and immediate as your vision grew blank.

🪨 Fool’s Gold

Fool’s knew you. Knew your stubbornness, your skill, and—most of all—your loyalty. You always came back, like you promised every time before a match. So when you didn’t walk out the gate with your teammates, a cold churn stirred in his gut. Something was wrong.

He went to look for you himself, crossing the gate where the latest game had just taken place. It didn’t take long before he found you crumpled near a bush—bloody, bruised, your clothes torn and your head soaked in a thick layer of red.

“Y/n. Fuck.”

He dropped to his knees, scooping you into his arms. Sure, his limbs were jagged—stone and flesh fused unnaturally—but it couldn’t hurt more than what had already been done to you.

“Tell me who the hell did this to you. Now.”

Your head ached intensely. You blinked slowly, disoriented. “I... I don’t know. I didn’t see—”

His arms tightened around you. His furious eyes scanned the treeline, as if to identify an immediate threat before softening as they fell back to your face.

“It’s okay. We’ll figure it out later,” he whispered. “I’ll find the bastard that did this to you and pickaxe their bones as if to strike the finest mineral.”

The threat came out like a promise of love.

Because for him, that’s what it was.

You were the only precious thing he had left. In a life full of violence, grief, and regret—you were gold. His true treasure.

“Why are you always so reckless?” he rasped. “You’re supposed to survive—for me. Remember what you promised?”

You barely lifted your hand to cup his jaw. “I’m faithful to my word, you know that. I’m still here.”

His breath hitched, voice raw. “No more close calls, baby. I don’t intend to let you go.”

🌪️ Nightwatch

Ithaqua had long since given up on trusting others. Living beings were cruel. Humans, especially, were the worst of them all—corrupted creatures hiding behind normal faces.

Even among the other hunters, he stood apart. Wary. Resented. He was a monster, just like the other killers- but at least they all knew what they were. The survivors were just as dirty—only better at pretending. Hiding.

When you first got close to him, it was during a blizzard. The manor had been sealed off, snow piling at the doors. You’d somehow managed to walk out into the woods that day, ignoring every warning the other survivors gave you.

The air in the manor had grown heavy. You needed space.

And there, in the freezing milky void, you’d found him.

Ithaqua had been born in the cold. It was all he knew, all he was. When he saw you—lost in the same way he was, no sense of belonging—something happened. He felt intrigued.

He never said much directly , still wary of you, but something in him softened. Small gestures. Simple genuine tenderness in his acts. His way to show care.

So when he saw you crawling near the gate, clothes torn, a puddle of blood peeking through your shirt—something twisted in his chest.

Panic. Memories. The echo of his most painful childhood terror: loss.

Without a word, he swept you into his arms, cradling you against the fur of his coat.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you,” he murmured, tucking your trembling form beneath his jacket to shield you from the rising wind.

He walked, slow and steady, back toward the manor. Back to safety.

His fingers brushed a wound on your forehead.

“Why did it have to be you?” he whispered, voice tinged with a vulnerability you’d never heard before. “Why like this?”

“I’m sorry, Itha,” you mumbled, lips trembling slightly, both from the cold and genuine fear for what you’d just been through.

“Stay awake. Stay with me,” he repeated almost like a mantra. You could feel his breath quick and ragged under his mask.

“You must stay with me. I assure you, chewing my heart and spitting it out would be a lot easier than losing you. I mean it”. 🥀The ripper

You managed to make it back to the manor—somehow, unexpectedly.

The moment Jack saw you stumble through the gates, bruised and disheveled, trying one last effort to drag yourself toward your room, his blood ran cold.

His tall frame moved towards you, hands reaching out carefully as if you were made of glass- like you might shatter at the slightest touch.

“Darling, you’re hurt.”

He stated the obvious as you looked up at him, eyes heavy and tired.

“No, I’m good... it just looks worse than it is. Really.”

Jack pulled a cloth from his pocket—his usual cavalry—and gently dabbed some blood dripping down your temple.

“Don’t lie. I told you to be careful. Why didn’t you listen?”

There was no bitterness in his voice—only guilt, and maybe something darker lurking beneath.

“Next time, do anything—decode, hide—but don’t put yourself in danger. Don’t make me risk losing you for people not worth it.”

You looked down silently, almost like a kid punished for some sort of mischief.

“Who did this to you?” he pressed suddenly, eyes piercing through yours.

You couldn’t answer. Not because you didn’t want to, but because the chaos of the chase had practically erased the assailant’s face from your memory.

Jack didn’t care. He didn’t need answers. He already knew everything he needed to know. Or at least- he’d have made sure to find out.

He simply nodded, guiding you to sit in his room so he could tend to your wounds. Gentle, careful, almost worshipping in the care he used with you.

Don’t worry, though—next time, you’ll notice a thicker layer of fog creeping around the manor, an edge of silence hanging heavier than before. And sure as hell he could bet, there’ll be one less soul to count, one less person to feed the insatiable bloodthirst of the manor.

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By the way if you imagine Jack as Tuberose it’s better tbh

Dayum

[thelosttemplerockhound]

“Aaaand I’m coughing up blood now-”

"Okay, yeah, maybe I shouldn't've hoped this wouldn't get worse..."

[atoltia]

Thanks for worrying, but I'm fine.

March begrudgingly posts a request on the notice board for ore. He didn't expect that he'd have to handle the newbie in town like that.

TW: some blood, some swearing

-0-

The past week was particularly rough.

Ever since Adeline began the upgrades for the town, things have been hectic at the forge. The usual order of nails, screws, and bolts were quadrupled, and alongside the massive order for reinforced tools it had been hell for both him and Olric so much that they had to resort working around the clock just to keep pace with the schedule.

It would have been fine. March was used to high production work, even though it got mind numbing plenty of times. Pressure was nothing. The physical labor of it all was manageable. It would have been under control.

If only they didn't start to run out of fucking ore.

March found out quickly when taking stock. At the rate that they were going, they were gonna run out by midday Thursday, if not Wednesday evening, next week. Olric offered to go back to the mines but he vehemently declined, stating that they would be delayed even more if he went (and he definitely didn't say that didn't want to see his brother hurt).

Getting the ore from Balor would cost them a fortune. And that's assuming the man has the ore in stock in the quantities they needed in the first place.

If they didn't get the necessary materials by then, the entire initiative would be delayed by at least 4 days and he will not have that.

So against his better judgement, he decided to make a request on the notice board.

-0-

He didn't expect much from it

The notice board was often used for small quantity items like missing ingredients for the Friday Night stew or a few sprigs of foraged herbs. Not a fuck ton of metal.

March managed to wrangle a deal with Balor to get the entirety of his stock at a discount, but it wasn't even close to enough. The next town was days away, and ordering from the closest guild would take them a month. He was getting to the point where he would have relented and allowed Olric to go mining and leave him at the forge.

But apparently he didn't need to.

He started noticing it late into the night.

Both the brothers haven't seen Sandra much lately, with everyone being too busy with Adeline's plans. March would see her every now and then, zipping through the town hauling wood and stone from days on end. She'd stop by the inn every once in a while, but she'd only eat her meal, chat for a few minutes, and head back to wherever the fuck. It was insanity.

He'd been seeing her dragging herself through town, the pickaxe that she bought from him weeks ago strapped to her waist, at almost the same time every night. It became a such frequent occurrence that when he'd look out the window at that exact timeframe, she would be there.

She wasn't carrying anything else, not that he could see, besides the pick and a small bag.

Besides maybe the exhaustion.

He could see it in the way she walked - the slow, dragging of her feet instead of the usual confident stride. The loose grip on her bag, the slight unfocused look in her eye.

March didn't know why that sight of her pissed him off.

-0-

The deadline loomed over him as he made the orders to his standard. Olric managed to haggle a few crates more of iron from a few travelling merchants and the cost of them made him very unhappy. But at that point, there was nothing else they could do. It didn't help that Olric injured his arm so the option to go to the mines was no longer on the table, as well as March having to work even more although his brother insisted that he still could be of assistance.

Neither of them has seen Sandra at all since yesterday, but that didn't matter. It really didn't matter.

(And yet why was he annoyed that she kept passing through his mind?)

-0-

They were in trouble.

There was only a small bucket of bars left and still a fuck ton of nails and fasteners to make. None of their contacts pulled through and Balor still hasn't come back from his emergency supply run. Adeline kept asking him if they would make the deadline.

He was at his wit's end.

That was why he was particularly annoyed when someone knocked on his door that night. It wasn't his brother, Olric wouldn't have knocked if it was him.

Tossing a rag rather harshly on a nearby table, March stalked towards the door and yanked it open, snarling when he saw it was Sandra of all people.

"What do you want?"

The woman merely smiled and stepped aside, revealing a trolley stacked with crates. The crates were full of ore- all the copper and iron that they could possibly need, stacked neatly on top of each other. He couldn't believe it.

"Your order."

March looked up and she held up the request he pinned to the board days ago, all crumpled up and torn at the edges with several colors of dirt smeared on it. He was aghast.

"You're insane."

A laugh tinkled the air as she leaned against his doorjamb, her arms folded over her chest, her long, dark hair mussed over her face. A satisfied smile rested over her face. "I'd like my reward now, please."

"Right."

He didn't exactly expected this to happen, but he got the reward as promised. A bag full of rubies, sapphires, and emeralds. Without a second thought, he grabbed the rather large sack of tesserae beneath the counter to give alongside it.

He wasn't prepared for the frown that crossed her face when he handed her both items. "Anything wrong?"

"I thought it was only the jewels?"

The redhead shrugged, waved his hand at her. "You've given us enough to last for months. Just take it."

The frown never left her face, and he really didn't know why it annoyed him even more. His jaw dropped when he watched her give it back.

"Thank you, March. But I don't need it."

"Just fucking take it."

"No."

"God's above." The snarl came back as he grabbed the sack from her outstretched hand, but hastily withdrew when he saw her flinch ever so slightly.

It jarred him.

He looked up with a brow raised, finally taking the time to look her over. She was covered in dirt and grime, her clothes were damp as if she fell into a river hours ago and just left it to air dry, her hair was a tangled mess.

Her usual pristine clothes were torn in several different locations, her hands were raw, scratches riddled her arms and legs.

There was a deep gash on her leg. Blood pooled on the stone at her feet.

Sandra's breath was labored, her eyes almost dead from fatigue. She wasn't leaning against his doorjamb to relax, no. She was leaning against it so she wouldn't collapse.

It infuriated him.

"Fucking damn it, come inside."

March rolled his eyes when he saw her raise a brow, not moving an inch.

"I don't want to track blood on your floor."

"I don't care."

"It's alright, March. I'll just go home."

"You are not," he snapped. With a huff, he took his coat and stepped out, pulling her to him. "I'm taking you to the doc-"

It was quick enough that he didn't fully process it. One moment he had his hand on her elbow and the next he was pressed against the wall of his shop, both his hands gripped tightly behind his back.

His body tensed as he felt her chest press against his back. The warmth of her breath tickled against his ear. He didn't know if the loud pounding was the blood rushing to his ears or the fact that his heart started to beat radically against her close proximity.

"Please don't." Her voice was low, dangerously so, as she gripped him tighter, making him wonder where she got this sudden strength as she was so close to toppling over just mere moments ago. "I don't want to hurt you, March."

With that, he felt her loosen her grip, gently pressing at his wrist in comfort before taking a few steps back as he turned around. The amused smile was once again on her face.

"I appreciate the worry, March." Her voice was a little strained, but lighter compared to before. "Really. But I just want to go home." And with one last salute, she left him there without much of a backwards glance.

And still, he couldn't get the scent of her perfume off of his senses.

-0-

Two days later, he wouldn't ever tell a soul that he sent her a perfected silver pickaxe.

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This became way longer than I anticipated it to be lmao

I like to imagine March likes being manhandled asdasfas

This is the third installment of my March x Farmer series, you can check out the rest here!

Previous story: What his eyes can see, part 1

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[babiebom]

Hello!! Soooo I was reading your headcannons about Shane going with his S/O to the mines and that got me thinking. How would the Bachelors (and maybe also the Bachelorettes) react to a Gn S/O who kicks a slime or other monster in the face which kills it instantly? The Bachelors/Bachelorettes are either shocked or impressed as the S/O explains they just are really good at kicking and could probably break open a rock if they wanted to.

A/N: brother i do not remember writing that but I probably did and forgot bc let’s face it I forget things pretty easily. The bachelorettes will be a separate post because I’m taking too long posting this. Also sorry this is late. Also also my writing has gotten slower because I have taken up making music and have currently a couple songs that I’m working on including one from my farmers pov about Sebastian so y’know with that and work a lot of things are going on lmao. Pt.2 I have a cold again because of work.

Tw: violence, cursing, mentions of death, killing slimes lmao, lmk if I should tag anything else

Bc/Wc: maybe 3 for each. Maybe more? At least 100 words me thinks for each.

Stardew valley Masterlist

Sebastian

Literally just blinks and is like ….okay :|

It’s probably not surprising to him that you kicked a monster to death

Sticks to swinging a bat at them (I think he would have a bat or like a pipe or something) but thinks it’s cool that you have hand to hand…or monster to foot combat down.

Sebastian stares as you kick a duggy to death. It honestly was getting in the way of you digging for treasure and nipping at your ankles every time you weren’t paying attention. It only took one good kick for it to die and as you breathe out a puff of air in frustration, your boyfriend simply nods to himself and continues the search for anything you could donate to the museum.

“Are you gonna say anything?” You ask

He just shrugs in response, “no not really…”

In all honesty he figured you had to have a way to survive down here for hours. While kicking wasn’t the usual way, it did work and that’s all that really matters to him.

Sam

Probably did not realize at first and was like okay yeah cool it’s dead

Then realized and probably shouted VERY LOUDLY

Thinks it’s super cool because WHAT?

The stupid things take SO long to die. You kill them and they just come right back unless you blow it up…or give it a good kick to the face out of annoyance. Sam’s eyebrows raise for a second before he continues to break rocks, wanting to get this adventure over with.

Then comes the excited shouting. He’s holding you by your shoulders, shaking you and yelling words that don’t quite make it to your ears. “Sam, please!” You shout over him, the echoing sounds starting to hurt your head.

“I’m sorry,” he lets go of you but is still bouncing in place, “but that was so cool! I wanna kick things!”

Shane

Openly thinks it’s hot

Is very relieved because he never comes down into the mines and does at least want to know you’re safe

Steals your kicking strategy because it is quicker and more efficient

Do those things ever die? Can a skeleton die? How can a skeleton even be alive if not inside a per-okay they’re kicking it….and it’s dead. Wow.

Shane just stares in slight confusion as his mind races to catch up with the events that just unfolded in front of him. It was kinda fun taking out his feelings on monsters that were technically picking a fight first, but then thinking about the morality and the actual logic of it all distracted him until you actually kick a real life skeleton in the face causing it to finally permanently die. He says nothing to you, but does give you an amused smirk before adopting your strategy as his own. Kicking is way more fun than hitting rocks anyways.

Alex

Secretly thinks it’s hot

Would also try to kick things

Would want to do a playful contest to see how much stuff you two can damage honestly.

It thew Alex off when the rock he had hit with a pickaxe started moving. It threw him off even further when said rock pinched him with its apparent pincers that he didn’t even know it had. His brain completely left his skull when you kicked the thing to death with one good stomp because it had pinched him.

It didn’t even hurt that much because he wasn’t paying any attention to his wound and instead staring at you with what could only be described as adoration. Alex clears his throat and grind at you, “how ‘bout a kicking contest? Winner gets a prize”.

“What prize?” You ask, confused about his reaction. You thought he would be in a little pain at least.

“Whatever the winner decides I guess…” you shake his outstretched hand. This was going to go well for you. Now all there is left to do is think about what you want as your prize.

Harvey

Would be absolutely floored.

Like THIS IS NOT SAFE BUT OH MY GOD IMPRESSIVE

He is never coming into the mines again but at least his anxiety has gone down just a little bit (well went up then down so technically it is lower than previously).

The little thing on the ground wasn’t terrifying in the slightest, but your ferocity in destroying it made Harvey think that it was more serious than he understood it to be. Don’t get him wrong, all of the things in this mine could kill someone easily, but the monster that looked like a big ass worm didn’t really seem like a big deal compared to everything else you two had come across.

His mouth hung open as he stared at you as you glared at the stained spot where the worm thing used to be. “It would’ve turned into a monster that could fly.” You offer as soon as you turn to look at him. He nods and makes a mental note to get you muscle relaxers or something because your legs definitely have to be sore after this.

Elliott

Is MORTIFIED

like he was not expecting you to do that at ALL

The mines aren’t his favorite place and he’s glad you can defend yourself but it’s also TERRIFYING.

Probably will insert this into one of his novels where you’re already a character because it’s hot.

The bouncing little jelly things were more dangerous than Elliott had expected. Sure, he knew to some degree that you being tough was a fact because you were in these mines damn near every day for hours at a time. Whenever you came back home after a trip to the mines, covered in bruises and cuts after midnight, he always felt thankful that you had made it back home alive. But this was more than he expected. If something that looked this harmless could make him feel heavy and tired enough to wanna just lay down and die, how strong were the other monsters that lived in these mines?

Snapping out of his distracted thoughts, he watches as everything happens too quickly in front of him, rendering him unable to help because you got everything under control before he could even think to help. In one second you’re hissing in pain after a slime that you both had missed crashed into you, then the next your foot lifts up and then kicks the slime across the room. The thing splatters into goo on the wall as you check yourself for any serious injuries. Elliott calls out to you in shock, rushing over to also look over you because he wouldn’t be fully calm without checking you himself.

As you two stand in the now empty room, checking each other for any injuries that might make you leave early, Elliott can’t help but think that a sexy strong love interest in his novels is just what he needs to make his work skyrocket in popularity.

[starkool]

This is a part 2 to THIS post right here requested by: @sethmp3! Thank you for all the love on my last norton post :3

(EDIT: So i definitely forgotten what event happens when, so i'm terribly sorry if it's super off from canon, but if it is, ig this can count as an AU then or smth😭)

TW: Mention of blood, pickaxe (?? does this even need a tw), murder, death, gun... thats it i think

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At first, no nobody pestered you about you and Norton's relationship, but soon enough, curiosity always kills the cat.

Comments about how close the two of you were, suggestive comments asking if theres something between the two of you... the list could go on forever.

But the 3 didn't have that many chances of actually investigating this matter, due to either you sticking by Norton, or vice versa.

Which you were lowkey thankful, actually. You didn’t like when people tried to get into your personal affairs, much less Norton's. That part always infuriated you, no matter how you look at it.

But when you were alone, walking towards your room which was the neighbouring room of Alice's room, someone grabbed your arm which made you freeze, as you were pulled inside a room, you out of insticnt hit the perpetrator, who turned out to be... Orpheus?

You questioned what was happening as he rubbed his face you just hit. Not so softly, might i add.

Alice, who was sitting on her bed looked over at you, and explained the situation, While Melly was looking over Orpheus, just watching to see if he got seriously injured.

Turns out, there was more to Kreiburg than you thought, which actually, made a lot of sense to you. Ever since he introduced himself, you knew he was probably a douchebag with intentions not so friendly.

And now knowing that it was confirmed that he was a fishy individual, you agreed to help investigate with the three.

Next morning, you woke up, had breakfast, and went to Alice's room.

What you noticed, was that Norton was nowhere to be found. Weird. He always waited for you before and after breakfast after you two reunited.

But you brushed it aside, thinking he just wanted space like he usually did at times, just a break from the world. So you didn’t think of on his door to check on him.

With Alice, the two of you went out of her room, chatting about a few things, before you both noticed Kreiburg... leaving the mansion.

You thought that leaving the mansion while waiting for the owner was... prohibited. Or something like that.

So what was Your and Alice's bright idea? Of course, go after Kreiburg and find out if he actually is hiding something behind that cold mask.

As the pair slowly stalked followed after the man, they noticed that Kreiburg stopped. The two of you quickly hid behind a tall bush, before glancing at eachother with unease as Kreiburg said that he knew someone was there, and he advises them to come out this instant.

His steps could be heard against the grass, drying leaves crunching against his boots that made a shiver run up both if your spines. It was either you two give yourselves up now... or you might never see the light of day again.

Before you could sacrifice yourself, Orpheus suddenly appeared, holding you back as he put a finger to his lips, shushing the both of you as he revealed himself.

Kreiburg seemed distracted enough. Having a chat Orpheus, telling him about some of his life, how this... horse racing place or whatever it was called was connected to his family — his past.

And the mention of a box. A box that was definitely hidden somewhere around these horse racing grounds, as Kreiburg said.

Alice glanced over at you, and nodded to the side as the pair of men went the other way, trying to look for this box that Kreiburg mentioned.

You nodded in response, as the two of you bolt to the other side, going to the three hills that seemed a bit awfully suspicious.

As Alice began digging up one of the hills, you watched as she worked the dirt with her hands, before she felt something hard against her palm.

Alice quickly started digging further, before she reached inside the small hole, and grabbed... a box. This was probably the box Kreiburg mentioned.

Before the two of you could open it though, you heard steps coming your way aswell as small talk you couldn't decipher.

The two of you quickly hid behind one of the hills and waited the outcome of what might happen.

As the men arrived, Kreiburg commented about how somebody was faster than them. Or should he say... somebodies were faster than him.

That's how every one of you knew you were busted. Accepting your fate, the two of you slowly revealed themselves, Alice holding the box.

After a bit of ranting from Kreiburg to which you in all honesty, did not focus in at all, he opened his cane to reveal... a gun.

You and Alice's eyes widened, aswell as Orpheus'.

Kreiburg instructed Alice to put the box infront of her, three steps onward.

Hesitantly, she did. She put down the box before stepping back beside you. Kreiburg immedieatly took that opprotunity to grab the box as fast as he could, but not before he threatend the three of you.

If any of you three decided to turn around before the gun shot, it would be the last thing you'd hear. Creepy, you admit it.

Neither of you three turn around. Waiting for the gunshot as you close your eyes shut. Counting mentally to yourself before you hear the loud gunshot go off.

As the three of you quickly turn around... you realized, Kreiburg ran away. Escaped.

Fuck! But no atleast you three knew he was as fishy as he looked since the start.

The three of you try to get out, but you see that the entrance gates... are locked? What?

They weren't locked when you three entered. This was weird. Probably Kreiburg trying to stall you.

Orpheus found a generator and said he's gonna try to decode it, while Alice and you find nearby ciphers to decode. Since somehow... Orpheus knew a lot about these.

When you asked him how he knows, he just replied with 'I am a writer, i do research of things i write.' Damn man.

You part ways, now jogging alone trough this nightmare maze-like place as you finally find a cipher, starting to decode it, which... somehow you actually knew how to do, even if you had 0 idea what this thing even did.

But as you decoded, your heart started thumping louder and louder inside your chest. Like a warning. You looked around, but saw nothing so you shrugged it off. Maybe it was the caffein and the nights you spent awake getting to you.

But the thumping didn't go away. It onky intensified, aswell as your gut began to churn. A cold shiver running down your spine as you felt like you were being watched. Stalked.

You started to turn left and right more frequently now, it was like something was nearby. Lurking. Maybe waiting. But you didn’t want to guess, as you suddenly made a dash for it.

And you were correct.

Loud thumping behind you could be heard. Someone or... something was chasing after you from behind. Their feet making louder noise than a regular humans would.

You took a sharp turn, and were met with a dead end. You pant, exhausted already from sprinting so much. As you tried to go forward the same path you went on, you felt a sudden pain in your back, letting out a shout as you suddenly got a speed boost, running to... whatever, at this point.

Your lungs felt like they could give out at any moment, you were holding onto your side in pain, you could also feel the bloody flesh of your back against the suddenly cool air of the race place.

You got more unnerved from the blood that you felt trickling down your back and stained your jacket you wore today. Aswell as your hands as you tried to wipe it away, trying to atleast get rid of the uncomfortable feeling if you were already running out of breath, quite literally.

Your body felt weak. It became more heavy then you felt it was before, your feet thumping harshly against the leaves, branches and many other things you stepped on while... running from god knows what.

As you reached a small barricade, you decided jumping over it would be a good way to give you some loop hole against your hunter—

Another sharp pain, but this time to your left side as you collapsed on the floor, writhing in pain as blood began to pool underneath your body from your open wounds.

You whined and whimpered, trying to crawl away before giving up. You couldn't do anything, your body was giving up on you. Your lungs were burning, the air was much, much more cooler than when you arrived.

You turned over on your back, to atleast see who or what was hunting you down like a bloodthirsty animal desperate for prey.

Your eyes widen. This... wasn't a person at all! It seemed like it's... body was...made out of stone? Or was it coal? You couldn't tell from your blurry vision. You could make out the big shadow of a pickaxe... If it even was a pickaxe in the first place.

But upon looking at it's face... it's face seemed very familiar. You just... Couldn't put your finger on it. The black hair, the scar over one if it's eye... the helmet? It all seemed so familiar yet you couldn't pin point why it so familiar.

But before you could think more about it, you saw the.. monster-human hybrid grab it's pickaxe harder, lifting it up over it's shoulder, getting ready to swing at you.

Before it smashed your head into a million different pieces, you whispered out your last words.

'I love you, Norton.'

[thathorriblebitch]

BLOOD TW/CW

Also cussing :p

Click for better quality cause tumblr can't handle high quality ibspaint

Spoilers for ONLY chpt 18 of TAMN (but the drawing is already super spoilerly lmao)

AHHH GRIAN YOU WERE DA FECKIN MONSTER ALL ALONE YOU JERK!

I loveee grians screwed up lil charater, recently I read another fic ( https://archiveofourown.org/works/46371499/chapters/116752168 ) and it's so insane how he is the best at being a little shit to scar across universes

Has he actually said "scar, im sorry for cheating on you" yet?

Has he felt remorse without his selfishness seeping into his thoughts?

HAS HE AMITTED THAT HES A RUTHLESS MONSTER WHO DEPRIVES SCAR OF TRUE LOVE AND INSTEAD GIVES HIM FALSE HOPE AND DIVERSIONS INSTEAD OF APOLOGIES?!?!?

Anywayyyy I love the dsmp references in this, like the butcher apon and pickaxe slice on his eye, etc

Also I hope scar fucking DECKS grian at some point in this fic, he deserves it 😤 👏

Love yall, cya later (would rant more but I got hw to do oof 🤧)

@uhohbestie enjoy!!!

-THB <3

Ps, ignore the fact that there is no lantern light in the fanart, I love sunsets and its far too late to change now

[medicinal-mystery]

-> She looks at it as well. None of the other gears she's seen have worked like this.

-> She glances around a corner, then quietly disappears without a trace as quickly as she snuck over to go find Medkit. She's definitely going to tell him to hold off on coming over until it's safe to do so, even if that means delaying Scythe's revival.

*Target practice anon appears and cuts the rope on bivekit's wrists, throwing a target at scythe and then disappearing*

~ Target Practice Anon

-> She gets up after that, grabbing Grieferspace's call card right away and hoping it does something before grasping her revolver.

-> She turns to try to attack Practi before they disappear, then looks back at Bivekit. She knows this has been pushed to the point where talking isn't going to happen anymore, so she grabs her gear, keeping it in its rifle mode for now.

(OOC: @toxic-botanics)

[shadow-trickster]

Tristan Ventuno

17

June 8th (Gemini)

5’9

He/Him

Lives in Fleur City

Right Handed

Italian

Twisted from Trish Una

Second Year

Pomfiore

Best Subject is Music

Favorite Food are Sour Salads

Least Favorite are Orange Juice and Pizza

Dislikes things that aren’t pretty and insects

Hobbies include listening to songs and singing

Talents are Discerning Aesthetics

UM: Elastic Spice

When his unique magic is activated, he would touch on a hard surface that would lead to it becoming soft and flexible like rubber. It doesn’t increase blot accumulation a lot.

On the surface he may seem posh, spoiled, and selfish, he’s actually a smart and kind individual at heart. All of it is a mask due to his insecurities and self doubt, especially since that he’s the son of an infamous mafia boss who prefers to stay private. Coupled with the fact that every assassin is trying to get to his father through him makes matters worse for that his own father has to employ body guards, mostly in private. But little by little, his confidence would grow, even after Vil’s overblot.

TW: Death, Murder, Burying Someone Alive

Over 17 years ago, Dante Segreto is born in a women’s prison. Dante’s mother was in prison for larceny and assault and his father was dead 2 years prior his birth, so he ended up in an orphanage and got adopted by a priest. By the time Dante was 16, he bumped into Marissa Ventuno when he was observing the frogs, fell in love, and started dating. His stepfather lets him do what his stepson pleases and wants to help him be at his best, even when he’s concerned for the boy. By the time Dante was 19, he eventually started to get around (no not that kind of “stuff”) by selling magestones he harvested. He also formed a gang in the streets, acting as a vice-leader and later leader to his team, even selling magestones illegally. In his 20s, he found his mother and buried her alive. His stepfather caught wind of this, but Dante killed him with a pickaxe and burned his home to ashes. Dante finally began his mafia soon after. He then married his girlfriend, and soon had Tristan, raising the child until he entered adolescence, prompting Dante to abandon them for work. Afterwards, Marissa raised her son normally. She was ecstatic when her 15 year old son finally conceived his unique magic. However, Marissa ended up becoming sick and died, leaving Tristan all alone. Upon hearing the news, Dante then employed one of his capos to act as a godfather for his son, along with numerous bodyguards to keep an eye on him. Despite it all, he ended up getting accepted to Night Raven College, where he gets sorted into Pomfiore a year later.

Facts:

-Does not like Savanaclaw, Ignihyde, and even Rook

-He wanted to be part of the Light Music Club but ended up joining the Film Club since he prefers to go solo and does not want to deal with Lilia, Cater, and Kalim

-He was given his mother’s surname to keep his father’s identity hidden. Additionally, both his parents kept their surnames because of that.

-He finds Rook creepy due to his obsession on his interests and his habit of stalking people

-Whenever he’s not wearing his uniforms, he likes to experiment with fashion, which interestingly enough has a theme of math symbols

-Enjoys French water

-He’s both street smart and academically smart—he’s also good with a knife

-Has always wanted to be a singer growing up

-Ventuno means 21 and Segreto means Secret in Italian, Dante is a reference to Dante’s Inferno 🤓☝️